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#Moriarty (1)#

After Xiao Wu took a taxi back to Holmes' home, he was completely dazed and at a loss.Brother Si Mao was imprisoned in Sherlock's consciousness. He could see the world clearly through Sherlock's eyes, but he couldn't touch it.However, he also said that he didn't want to go back to Middle-earth, Xiao Wu couldn't understand.

Lazily staying at Sherlock Holmes' house for a few days, Xiao Wu took a paintbrush every day and devoted himself to completing the "family portrait" promised to Sherlock!Therefore, when Mrs. Holmes received this gift, she was extremely excited, hugged and kissed Xiao Wu, and liked it very much.

"Mom, I want to go to Sherlock, can I?" Seeing that Mrs. Holmes was happy, Xiao Wu took the opportunity to ask.She wanted to reconfirm with Si Mao brother, is he really determined to stay?If he repents now, Yuluo can send him back to his Middle-earth world.

"Of course." Mrs. Holmes rubbed the top of Xiao Wu's head affectionately, and before Xiao Wu could speak, she had already packed the small white satchel she carried with her.

"Mom knows that you are close to Sherlock, and that you like to be alone just like Sherlock." Mrs. Holmes knelt on the ground on one knee, her brown eyes full of pity, "But you must take care of yourself, and "Don't answer your mother's phone call."

"Thank you, Mom." Xiao Wu stretched out his arms and hugged Mrs. Holmes' shoulders.

Taking a taxi skillfully, Xiao Wu went straight to 221B Baker Street.

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Mrs. Hudson was as hospitable as ever and led Xiao Wu upstairs.

Walking into the familiar second floor, the first thing Little Five saw was John, he seemed to be typing something with his notebook in his arms, and across from him, Sherlock was wearing a dark red robe and pajamas, lying on his side on the sofa and muttering .

"Hi, Yurina." John looked up and saw Xiao Wu's existence, and waved with a smile.

On the other hand, Sherlock, who was lying on the sofa, was indifferent, Xiao Wu walked closer, and only then heard him muttering "Moriarty, Moriarty!"

"What's wrong with him?" Xiao Wu pointed to Sherlock on the sofa, puzzled. Every time Sherlock appeared in a suit and leather shoes, he was full of energy. It was the first time Xiao Wu saw him in such disheveled appearance.

"Maybe it was a blow. The contest between the detective consultant and the criminal consultant is hard to tell." John shrugged and continued to write his blog. He had already thought of the title of the article on yesterday's case - the green poison dwarf.

"Of course it's hard to tell the difference. The other party has intelligence and intelligence no less than mine. She is thoughtful and changeable." Sherlock sat up from the sofa suddenly, and put his hands together under his chin. His green eyes were full of excitement, like The hunting object was found to be average.

"Moriarty, oh, what a smart man, he created a criminal network covering almost the entire UK, and he sits in the middle of the network like a master. He knows every single change." Sherlock said shaking Shaking his head, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "We will be very busy in the next few days."

"So you are sitting here, is it a vacation before you get busy?" Xiao Wu asked puzzled.

"Of course not, I'm waiting for the other party to make a move." Sherlock squinted his eyes, as if he had just discovered Xiao Wu's existence, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"My flute has improved a lot, I'm here to appreciate it." Xiao Wu smiled slightly and sat beside Sherlock.

Before she could take Yuluo out of the small satchel, Sherlock raised his arms to cover his ears.

"No, no, I don't have time to listen to your devilish messy flute now, it will disturb my thinking." Sherlock resisted extremely physically and mentally, he hurriedly got up from the sofa, away from Xiao Wu.

"Hey, Sherlock, I promise the flute will be much smoother this time." Xiao Wu's eyes were full of sincerity.

"Not interested!" Sherlock refused without hesitation, his full mind was on 'Moriarty', and now...he didn't want to touch anything else.

"Next month is Christmas, you may be able to perform for the Sherlock Holmes family." Mycroft's voice suddenly appeared at the stairway, Xiao Wu turned his head, and saw the other party wearing a three-piece suit, holding a black umbrella in his right hand and leaving Come in.

"Mycroft!" Xiao Wu exclaimed, and couldn't help running towards the person who came, "I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you?"

"Oh, it's not bad, the weight loss is beginning to work." Mycroft smiled slightly, rubbed Xiao Wu's head, and led her towards Sherlock.

"Are you busy recently?" Mycroft said in an unquestionable tone after looking Sherlock up and down.

"Of course not, a case was just concluded yesterday." Sherlock retorted dissatisfied.

"It can be seen. But...they are all petty cases, don't you feel bored?" Mycroft pursed his lips, showing an unfriendly smile.

"Of course not. It's better than the life of some people who sit in the office all day." Sherlock replied with an unfriendly smile. He sat back on the sofa again, picked up the violin that was next to him, and fiddled casually. Next, the tone is disorganized and somewhat harsh.

"The violin is good, next month at Christmas, you can play with Urina." Mycroft praised against his will, and handed a bag of materials to Sherlock.

"Andrew West, the body appeared on the railway tracks at Battersea (southwest of London) station this morning." As Mycroft said, he suddenly raised his hands to cover Xiao Wu's ears, "brain shattered, limbs shattered!"

"Suicide by lying on the rails?" Sherlock frowned.

"A logical inference!" Mycroft let go of Xiao Wu's ears, frowning slightly, "But... the memory stick storing the newly developed anti-missile defense system of the Ministry of Defense is lost. Andrew West is a member of the Ministry of Defense. We think the memory stick may have been taken by Andrew West."

"No, no, I have a more interesting case." Sherlock shook his head and refused, thinking only of the criminal network of 'Moriarty'.

"Forget about your little case." Mycroft's tone was firm without any compromise, "The country needs you, Sherlock."

"I have never been employed by the state." Sherlock was not afraid of Mycroft's anger, he raised his hand and waved to him, "Goodbye, walk slowly!"

"Sherlock!" Mycroft yelled helplessly. He glanced at the other party, took a deep breath, then turned his head and smiled at Yurina and said, "Hi, Yurina, I wonder if I'm lucky enough to appreciate your Flute?"

"Of course!" Xiao Wu nodded, not understanding what Mycroft meant.

"Very good, let's start now!" Mycroft gave Sherlock a provocative look, and wanted to send all his least favorite things to him.

"Despicable!" As soon as Xiao Wu took out the flute, Sherlock cursed secretly, hurriedly stopped Xiao Wu from playing the flute, and had no choice but to compromise, "Mycroft, I agree to your request, now... please take your dear Sister, and her green flute, leave quickly."

"Three days, within three days I must know the truth of the matter." Mycroft nodded in satisfaction, "Let's go Yulina, as my thanks, I want to treat you to... biscuits!"

Xiao Wu was a little hesitant at first, after all, the purpose of her coming to Sherlock was to wake up Brother Si Mao again, but Sherlock resisted very much, so she had no choice but to ask, "Mycroft, next month's Christmas, Sherlock Will you play with me?"

"Of course, I promise!" Mycroft nodded, and left 221B Baker Street with Xiao Wu.

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry little angels, I've been really busy recently, the author has to take a month off, and the return time is September 9th, you have to wait for me, wait for me to come back to finish, okay!