[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

"You looked like a defeated rooster back then!"

Dana also remembered the same scene, and looked at Sherlock in the corner of the sofa with some regret.

Since the brothers grew up knowing that they could resist from other places, he has rarely been able to do it.

Sherlock made an unintelligible sound: "There is a guy who looks more like a defeated man than me." He looked a little complacent, and knowing his brother's rare dark history made him feel good.

In his memory, Mycroft will always be omnipotent, never making a mistake, let alone being chased by a much younger child.

"That's a good memory, and I miss you very much when you were a child, Charles."

Suddenly a voice directly interrupted the communication between the two, and the two couldn't help but look outside the door.

I don't know when there was a figure at the door. It was a very charming man, like a medieval gentleman walking out of an oil painting. He put away the black umbrella in his hand and glanced at the other two in the room.

The sharp eyes made Tom Riddle and the poor military doctor Watson couldn't help raising their guard.

"Mike! Rofft!" Sherlock Holmes growled at the person coming, his light-colored eyes flashed with anger, like a cat with fur: "Are you spying on me again?"

"Oh no, honey, you don't need to be so nervous!" Mycroft did not answer his brother's words, but said to the nervous two with a smile.

Tom Riddle exchanged glances with Watson, growing more defensive, the nerves in the back of his head screaming about the man's danger.

Fortunately, someone rescued them.

"It seems that the queen on the bright side thinks highly of you, even coming to Baker Street when she is working." With gray-blue eyes narrowed lazily, Dana sat on the snatched sofa and complained that someone rushed over Brother is too busy.

"My pleasure!"

Mycroft answered the other party's mocking words with a smile, then turned his head and looked at his displeased younger brother - Sherlock.

Not to be outdone, Sherlock stared back, there were many guests he didn't want to receive today, especially the dictator in front of him who had a strong desire for control.

"What a touching brotherhood!" Dana said coolly as he glanced at the two brothers who were facing each other.

"Humph!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Dana baby."

Completely different answers came from the mouths of two brothers who were close in blood.

"Damn it, delete the last word!" Dana couldn't help but said.Although that Mrs. Holmes is very amiable, people still respect him by his nickname.

"All right!"

Mycroft shrugged, wisely not provoking the patience of the other party, looked around, and finally stopped for a moment on Tom Riddle's left: "I hope you don't mind having one more person at your table, I miss your craftsmanship very much, Dana."

"Is the British government so incompetent that they can't even support their staff?" Sherlock snorted coldly, mocking someone who came uninvited.

"Since you're here, let's go to the table." It was Dana who spoke, but he completely ignored Sherlock's words, directly greeted Mycroft to take a seat, turned his head to the apprentice and said, "Bring out the food."

Tom Riddle, who heard the man's words, quickly placed the fried dumplings in his hand on the coffee table in front of the sofa. The golden fried dumplings in the plastic bag had a strong aroma and the smell of frying.

Watson on the side also got some tableware from Mrs. Hudson in the kitchen, and poured the matching sauce and fried dumplings into it.

"..."

Sherlock grunted, but finally accepted.

Dana conveniently picked up a fork on the side, put a dumpling into his mouth, and said to the two brothers in front of him, "There's been something unusual in East London recently."

Sherlock was a little upset that his food was eaten by three people. Hearing what his friend said, he raised his head and thought for a while, and said, "Where is your street?"

"uh-huh!"

Dana's attitude was very casual, and he didn't seem to be talking about his own affairs at all.

Mycroft looked like a gentleman when he was eating, the knife and fork didn't make any noise on the plate, and when he finished eating, he took the handkerchief in his pocket and wiped the corners of his mouth, "I will pay attention."

"Then, I'll leave it to you." Dana put down the fork in his hand and thanked him.

"Need not."

Mycroft looked at him with a smile, and shook his head slightly, signaling that the other party should not be so polite.

During the whole process, the three of them didn't touch the seasoning sauce next to the fried dumplings. Watson, who was watching, was very puzzled, obviously his cohabitant glanced at the bowl of sauce more than once.

"Then, there's still something to do in the store, so I'll leave first."

The black-haired man stood up from the sofa and glanced at Watson behind him. The latter obediently handed over the suit in his hand. After taking it, he nodded slightly to Sherlock's new cohabitant: " Thank you very much!"

"Say hello to Mrs. Hudson for me, hope I get to try her cookies next time."

"Uh, good!" Watson hurriedly replied, although it had been a long time since this man entered the door, he was still a little uncomfortable.

"Hypocritical fellow!"

Sherlock looked at Watson who was stunned by the man's thank-you behavior, and let out a cold snort of unknown meaning.Obviously he didn't want to eat Mrs. Hudson's cookies, but he made a pity gesture, and there are still fools who are willing to believe it.

The man who heard the voice turned his head, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said maliciously: "By the way, Sherlock, although I didn't prepare that seasoning, the taste is actually not much different."

After speaking, he left with Tom Riddle with a confused face.

That's why Dana was silent for a while when he smelled the sauce made by Tom Riddle. It wasn't whether he was satisfied or not, but that he was seriously thinking about how to trick his great detective friend!

But this is also thanks to someone's help!

Hearing this, Sherlock turned his head and looked at his brother who was beside him with a calm face, and his tone was full of disbelief: "You lied to me!!" It was only at the beginning that he laughed at his dark history of being beaten by Dana when he was a child. He even cheated himself with that guy for revenge.

Sherlock didn't believe that this man didn't discover the loopholes in the whole process. From childhood to adulthood, there was no time when the other party didn't know, even when he stole a piece of candy in the middle of the night, he could calculate the exact time.

"It's a pity!" Mycroft stood up, the black umbrella in his hand glowed faintly, which was the dark lines on the umbrella surface.He looked at the angry Sherlock with a good brother attitude, and sighed, "Although it is a little rude, as a human being, I think I still have the right to get angry."

Because he was dissatisfied with his younger brother who secretly said bad things about him, so he united with others to cheat his younger brother?Watson on the side wisely did not participate in the debate between the two brothers, but when he heard Mycroft's voice, he became even more silent, trying to minimize his sense of existence.

He was just a little military doctor, even physically disabled, totally incapable of dealing with the gentleman in front of him who looked like an upper class.

"Damn it..." Sherlock was about to go crazy, he didn't think the other party was so annoying in the past 20 years.

Instead, Mycroft looked Sherlock up and down, and said with a bit of disgust in his tone, "I think what Dana said is right, you really need to relearn etiquette."

shit!Fuck etiquette, Sherlock couldn't help but swear, he never wants to say a word to these two guys!

Mycroft rubbed his sore forehead. He thought that he might not be able to return to his comfortable office before evening. His younger brother's obedient childhood had completely transformed into his willful adulthood. He even told his elder brother that it was difficult to Endure swear words.

Lowering his head, his eyes glanced at Sherlock's pajamas and messy hair, Mycroft couldn't help frowning, thinking that maybe he could send a maid over when he went back.

After all, as a gentleman, a neat appearance is the minimum courtesy.

Dana walked on the street, followed by Tom Riddle, and walked towards the store in East London. He seemed to be in a good mood, and even hummed a song very rarely.

Once again, the man smiled and refused a lady's embrace, and lightly brushed off his shirt where the other party was not paying attention, trying to explain that he didn't need a one-night stand.

Watching the back of the other party leaving, Dana squinted his gray-blue eyes, his handsome face looked a little careless, turned his head, and said to Tom Riddle who had been quiet since leaving Sherlock's house: "Say Tell me, do you have any doubts?"

Hearing Master's words, the black-haired boy immediately raised his head, looked at the former without blinking, and clearly wrote his thoughts on it.

"Did Sherlock be cheated by the joint relationship between you and Mycroft?" After hesitating for a while, Tom Riddle finally decided to speak out his guess.

"uh-huh!"

When the man walking in front heard it, he said in an appreciative tone, obviously very satisfied with his question.

"Little Charles just trusts Mike too much." Dana put his hands into the pockets of his coat, and said a sentence that was unexpected but reasonable.

There was nothing wrong with the sauce itself, but Dana's performance made Sherlock get the wrong clues, half-believing that there was something wrong, and Mycroft's refusal to touch the sauce deepened his guess.

It's just a very simple conspiracy.

From the sauce made by Tom Riddle at the beginning, to taking fried dumplings to Baker Street to compete with Sherlock, and then taking the lead in expressing his nostalgia for the other party's childhood appearance, step by step, luring Sherlock to laugh at Mycroft. A certain narrow-minded brother made a serious note in his heart.

The most important thing is that Dana already knew that the latter was staying outside the door with his sensitive ears.

As for why Mycroft didn't expose his little trick and even cooperated with me very much, Dana guessed that the British government was going to teach his brother a lesson.

As a well-known detective in London, Sherlock Holmes couldn't have failed to see that he just fell into his pit, or fell into his trust.

That great detective didn't seem to care about Mycroft Holmes on the surface. Only Dana, who had grown up with him, knew how much the latter held in their hearts.

That's why Sherlock went mad. It was a feeling similar to being betrayed. If it was him, it would be impossible for him to do better than Sherlock.