Sherlock Holmes is a Big Brother [Comprehensive British and American]

"Mycroft?" John Watson patted Mycroft on the shoulder, pulling him out of his fugue.Mycroft gasped sharply, the sweat on his forehead could be seen from any angle.

"What are you thinking?" Sherlock put his hand on Sherringford's wall, and the cold metal texture made him panic for no reason.

"Some stories—about Holmes in the past." Mycroft's pupils shrank slightly, and his expression showed nostalgia. "It may be a bit long, but are you willing to listen?" He looked at the monitor, and Oros was on the other end, and she surprisingly didn't interrupt him.

Mycroft's eyes darkened, and he began to talk about his memories.

"The children of the Sherlock Holmes family have all been assessed more than once. Of these,—perhaps the last, but also the most professional—by Professor Howard Stark. Although the last, the year after the assessment , He sent another list, we can leave this aside for the time being.”

"Is that the time you talked about? A genius of extraordinary intelligence and epoch-making?"

Mycroft nodded hesitantly.

"Later, Steele dug out Professor Stark's manuscript back then, found such a record, and showed it to me—of course there was a price. I used almost all of my human resources to fulfill her request."

Christina, who was also monitoring, curled her lips and smiled awkwardly.

Isn't it just a BJD...

Say it like I'm going to destroy the world.

"The record reads Professor Howard's evaluation process for several Sherlock Holmes:

"It's sunny and cloudless today. I was lucky enough to meet a few children. They are Sherlock Holmes, with high IQ. The little devil in our family may compete with the one with the lowest IQ. Of course, it is by no means Irony, I'm just telling the truth.—that's what's in the manuscript, Sherlock"

"Are you referring to yourself?" Sherlock interrupted viciously, but was opposed by other people present, and John tugged on Sherlock's sleeve, signaling him to calm down. "Sherlock!"

"No, my dear brother, I'm talking about you." The gray-blue eyes of the British government glanced at the people standing stiffly all around.

"Mycroft, you didn't add "little"." Oluos said suddenly, snorting.She clenched her hands on the keyboard tightly, then raised her cheeks, as if watching a play.

The British government ignored her and continued to narrate.

I am Howard Stark, and I have come to England at the invitation of Rudy Holmes to conduct a unified evaluation of talents in Great Britain. ——Of course, I dare to bet that boy Tony's notebook, he has selfish motives, and he needs to know the strength of several Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock is a cute little boy, and it would be nice if Tony was half as cute.He stood stiffly at the door, bewildered like a lost kitten.I asked him to sit on the sofa opposite and poured him a glass of juice.

"What do you think of the outside world?" I asked.

"Colorful, sir!" he replied cheerfully. "Redbeard and I explored the waters off Somalia and found a treasure!"

Oh, dear Maria, I bet you never saw such a lovely boy.

"Then your brothers and sisters—what do you think of them?" I asked tentatively. After all, other people's evaluations can not only reflect the person being evaluated, but also the evaluator.

"Brother Mike is very smart, he seems to know everything."

Mike—Mycroft Holmes?That little fat man?

"Rose knows a lot more than my brother Mycroft!"

"Reese knows everything!"

Sherlock took a sip of the juice, and orange pieces stuck to the corner of his mouth.

I wrote something on the list and told him to give it to Rudy.He looked at the writing in the pen very distressed, but he didn't seem to understand it - I absolutely don't admit that it's because my handwriting is too ugly!

The second to come in was Mycroft, a fat little fellow.

Well, really fat.

"What do you think of the outside world?"

I don't want to babble too much, it would save time to get straight to the point, but Mycroft Holmes is obviously more than happy to save time.

"Simplicity is the sister of genius." He sat on the sofa opposite, his gray eyes sparkling with wisdom.Of course, this illusion does not rule out the problem of light. "The outside world..." He paused suspiciously.

"Please describe how you really feel."

"Okay," he shrugged, the fat on his face trembling, "the outside world is like a huge fish tank, with a group of goldfish living in it. I don't need to explain what goldfish means?" Mycroft Especially played a piece of Beethoven.

I nodded.

"Let's talk about this first, about your family -- what do you think, I only refer to your younger brothers and sisters." I wrote the evaluation on the evaluation form, and brought the Black Forest cake on the trolley to in front of him.He hesitated for a while, then declined.

He looks like he really wants to eat that cake...

"My brother is a goldfish, a little bit smarter than the others... right?"

"Oros Holmes was brilliant, but arrogant."

"Different from her, Christina is very restrained. I feel the pride engraved in her bones all the time, but what she did made me doubt my judgment."

Mycroft Holmes obviously doesn't want to talk too much about Oros Holmes. His evaluation of Sherlock is very objective. As for his two sisters, I can't be sure.

He seemed a little jealous of his sisters after all.

"Okay," I chatted with him about other things, and passed my few breaks, "take the cake and go."

He didn't decline this time.It wasn't until he walked to the door that he replied to me:

"Where did you buy this?"

"Go straight on Downing Street in Westminster, turn right and then walk 120 meters to the dessert shop."

I answer.

"Then, here comes the question." The consulting detective withdrew his hand from the reinforced concrete wall and inserted it into the pocket of the black coat, "Who is Christina?"

"My other sister?" he asked.His face was full of indifference, he didn't remember the existence of this person at all, the defect of the memory palace had been filled by the existence of Oulos, and the existence of Christina was dispensable from the beginning. "You mean Christina Steele? Your political enemy? No kidding, delusional fat."

A golden light flashed in the gray-black eyes of the British government.

Orlos stared at Sherlock sadly, unable to say a word.

John Watson silently lowered his sense of existence, God knows how he played furry little games with a big family with high IQ.

The author has something to say:

tbc

One of the reasons for the interruption is military training.Just got back on Tuesday.

The chemistry teacher in our class is so handsome! (///▽///)

curls!Medium length shoulder length hair!

Oh my God!