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

King's orders are often unbelievable.You can't understand how teacups and cakes have such a relationship with the British government, but you seem to understand the vague relationship:

The British government likes small cakes, and those who can make delicious small cakes like small teacups.

"Cappuccino, you said..."

"King, you deserve the best."

This is the 521st time King asked me today.

King shook his head, there was a kind of confusion in the eyes of Yuehua, like an isolated island suddenly appeared in the endless sea, abrupt but inexplicable and natural.When you stare closely at those eyes, you can only feel the eternal stars shining, and the soul is weightless and upside down.

"I'm never worthy of any beauty." She gently rubbed the doll's dark brown curly hair with her fingertips, "I'm a superfluous person."

"You will never be." I couldn't help asking, "If you are, what about me?"

"What am I?"

"You're also redundant." King replied mercilessly. "Actually, the two of us are redundant, without the two of us..." She stopped suddenly, her hands were frozen on the keyboard, and there was annoyance lurking in her eyes.

Very well, king, you win.

There is such a King.

I, cappuccino, are too difficult.

Four people entered the room.Rather than put it bluntly, they got on a plane.Modification and wizard's space expansion spell, very useful.

"Oulos, pick up the gun on the sofa." King ordered, "Kill one, except the medic."

Sherlock glanced at Mycroft.Fluorescent green flashes and flashes.

Oulos pointed his gun at the British government without hesitation, and the latter stood there calmly.No panic, no fear.Orros tried to read something in his eyes, but Mycroft felt nothing.

Sherlock pressed his pale lips together tightly.

"Pull the trigger." King tapped Beethoven on the table boredly.seventh major

Chapter 2 is a lively allegro, but it obviously does not match the tense atmosphere that is about to explode at this time. "Oros, try..."

"I can't do it." Oulos pressed his empty left hand between his eyebrows, "Killing him and killing the warden's wife are two different things——it is undeniable that he is an important part of the stability of Great Britain."

"I never knew you were a person who cared about the overall situation." King clicked the mouse a few times. "Okay, I'm doing all his work now, he doesn't have anything else."

Mycroft was still standing where he was, clutching his pockets.Gray eyes with a little bit of luster, like:

My sister's rebellion broke my heart.

"Papa needs this good son more than mommy."

"I can give them psychological hints and let them seal up all the memories about him."

"Sherlock needs him."

"It's okay, the brain's self-protection mechanism works well."

Oulos silently raised his gun.Pressing her fingertips on the trigger, from the perspective of the monitor, she could see a thin layer of sweat on her face.

"I need him. He's my brother. I don't want him dead."

Oluo paused for a moment, but stopped talking.

"You finally said it."

The former pointed the gun in his hand at the mural on the wall.

With the sound of gunfire, the papered walls shattered, revealing the first-class lounge. King was sitting on one of the sofas, with the computer on his lap, smiling and looking at her brother and sister.

"Fixed thinking limits your abilities." Her words have an unquestionable taste, which makes you have to face your true self. "It makes us slaves to life."

"But you deserve the best."

"Because you are an icer."

The author has something to say:

The next chapter is still daily life, and the field flower is a limited perspective.

The next chapter will officially start the story of the Women's Federation o(*////▽////*)q

Let Rocky Odinson tell you how much he regrets landing in Atrium...