sherlock holmes brother

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Title: The Brother Sherlock Holmes

Author: Maiziduo

Copywriting: As a marginal squib of the standard pure-blooded Slytherin family, Wilton became the most despised Muggle in his previous life after "dedicating himself" to the family's black magic experiments...

However, Wilton still intends to be a good boy, and his paranoid maintenance of his family made him decide to be a normal Muggle in this life.

only...

When he grows up and finds out that his eldest brother is the British government,

The second brother is a high-functioning sociopath,

And he himself was unfortunately spotted by a pervert,

Only then did he realize how difficult it is to be a normal person!

Finally, Wilton finally realized...

Go to your sister's normal life!Go to your sister's love and kill each other!If you force me again...If you force me again, I will marry the doctor home!

So this is the story of a twisted pure-blooded Squib who became the third child of the Sherlock Holmes family, overwhelming Mo Niang + onlookers Fuhua challenged Brother Mai's dental nerves by the way...

▼Reading tips:

△1. This article intends to write two lines, Wilton CP Mo Niang, Juanfu CP Watson

△2. JQ is the main focus, and the case is the supplement

△3. Maizi didn’t watch the third season because of writing the article, and the time node of this article is after the end of the first season of Shenxia.

Therefore, the setting of Shenxia's plot is only after the swimming pool incident, and I apologize to everyone for the conflict with the setting of the third season.

Editor's review:

The Squib of the pure-blooded Slytherin family turned into the Muggle he hated the most in his previous life.

Wilton, who devoted himself to maintaining his family, decided that it would be good to be an "ordinary person" in his life.

But when he grows up, he finds out that his eldest brother is the British government, his second brother is a high-functioning anti-social, and unfortunately he has been entangled by a pervert...

How difficult it is to be a normal person!The beginning of this article is novel, the plot is fluent, and the strong Anglo-American style permeates between the lines.

The male protagonist who has always disregarded life faced the villain BOSS Moriarty,

From the spring breeze once to falling in love and killing each other, the arrangement of meeting opponents makes the full text full of tension.

The author's grasp of the characters is accurate, and the awkward and interesting interaction between Sherlock and Watson adds highlights and cuteness to this article.

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☆, ONS ah ONS

Wilton slowly woke up from sleep, the first thing that rushed into his nose was the smell of semen and sex hormones.Without opening his eyes, he curled his lips in disgust, Muggle, oh.No, that's what it used to be called, after all he's a Muggle now.

"I guess you're already awake, so what should I say, good morning?" A deep voice sounded from beside Wilton, and then he felt that the cushion on his right seemed to be tilted, and all kinds of belongings belonged to another person. The smell of different hormones secreted by the glands diffuses.Stop, Wilton unilaterally "cut off" his ability to analyze in this area. Anyway, he doesn't need to spend energy on a dead person.

As if amused by his reaction, the voice laughed in a low voice. It was different from the tenderness Wilton had heard before, but instead had an indescribably weird sweetness. "You are really different. I thought that as a gentleman, you would maintain basic etiquette with a lady who is alone in a room." At the end of the sentence, it was elongated meaningfully.

"You're a woman, I'm a man; you're sitting by my bed, and I'm naked..." Wilton still didn't open his eyes, his education determines how he treats women , "Not to mention that the air is full of your smell." (Belonging to the unpleasant smell of "ordinary people") He didn't say the second half of the sentence, "Maybe you would rather tell me that you are here The reason." Of course, Wilton didn't lose his memory, he clearly remembered that yesterday was the first time he went to the bar downstairs after staying in the White Queen Hotel, after that was a rare whiskey, and then...Wilton Opening his eyes, a small woman with dark chestnut curly hair leaned over, and now she was sitting by his bed.

Then the woman giggled, "I like you." There was unabashed interest in the light brown eyes, "Do you want to be my lover?" she asked

Wilton looked at this woman, she was wearing a long gothic dress, the gray-blue fabric stretched from her wrists to her neck, and ended in some lotus lace; she Her skin is fair, her eyes are bright, and her short chestnut hair is in lively curls.All in all, she is more like a lady from a well-educated family, following the rules of the nineteenth century, she shouldn't just seduce a man in a bar, and wake up the next day with the intention of becoming a mistress |The kind of person.

Stop, Wilton once again stopped his curiosity about this woman. He sat up just now by looking around, and the condom he didn't see after scanning around is a good indication that they probably didn't do anything yesterday. Protective work, and in Wilton's view, letting a low|low-spirited muggle whom he looked down upon in his previous life conceive his child, as long as he thinks of this possibility, he wants to strangle her first, strangling himself.

That's right, last lifetime.Wilton knew from birth that he was different. Those dark green and silver decorations, and the colorful magic that can be seen everywhere are the life in his memory.Even...he was a disgrace to that Slytherin family from birth, beatings and verbal insults are still good, the Cruciatus Curse and the black magic and dark magic that won't kill him all at once Drugs are the most unbearable.

Even Wilton himself died in a family member's potion experiment, but Wilton didn't hate his family at all, who made him a squib?Slytherin valued his family and respected his family name, and if experimenting with black magic and potions was the only thing he could do for the family as a Squib, then Wilton would have nothing to hate.

Pulling back his thoughts of not knowing where he went, Wilton carelessly brushed his half-length hair, "Then, miss, why are you here?" This is his room in the White Queen Hotel, Wilton still needs to confirm some other things, such as...whether there is anyone else around this woman yesterday.

"Oh, I was waiting for someone there." The woman had a "you finally asked" expression on her face, "I saw you after that, a handsome man, do you need me to say anything else? ' She winked playfully.

"Didn't you delay your business?" Wilton raised his eyebrows.

"Compared with you, it's obviously not important to see that person at all." The woman's voice always seemed to have a strange rhythm.

"That's good." Wilton smiled for the first time this morning. Unlike his indifferent handsomeness when he had a straight face, he looked extraordinarily gentle when he laughed.

The woman seemed to be confused by his inconsistencies, and subconsciously shortened the distance between them. After that, "bang", her back hit the head of the hotel's retro-style big bed, and her neck was just It was firmly in the hands of the man who had smiled gently at her just now.

At this time, if someone is standing by the bed, they will definitely feel that the situation in front of them is quite erotic——a naked and strong man is almost completely pressed on the woman who is wearing a long skirt and their faces are almost touching. Together, no matter how you look at it, it is a passionate prelude.But the woman involved didn't think so at all. In fact, the tighter and tighter hands stuck around her neck made the air she could breathe less and less.

Looking closely at the woman's light brown eyes, Wilton was a little surprised to find that even though she knew that she might die of suffocation in a few minutes, there was no fear in her eyes. In fact, if Wilton hadn't looked If it's wrong, it's all about sex|interest.

Yes, sex|fun.For the first time, Wilton sniffed the smell of this "ordinary person" carefully, and then quickly distinguished the smell of sex hormones among the smells of countless glands, and that was... male hormones.

"Huhu", even if the "woman" is usually in good health, she has to open her mouth to breathe heavily after a long period of hypoxia.

"Are you a man?" Wilton sat on his heels, his eyes followed the face of this "woman" all the way down, and finally stopped at the folds of the skirt that should be the man's lower body.

"Do you mind?" The words of the question had a completely unsuspecting tone, and Wilton noticed that his pitch was originally higher than that of ordinary men, and it would not be uncommon for him to be recognized as a woman with a deep voice after softening it.

"Of course not." Wilton got up and picked up a silk pajamas on the side. "Since you are a man, you can go."

Normal people might just walk away in such a situation, especially after they were almost strangled to death just now.It's a pity that the one on Wilton's bed is obviously not a normal person. "Why can I leave just because I'm a man? Don't you really like women?" After tidying up his skirt, the man on the bed didn't seem to mind that he was wearing women's clothes at all.

"Unless you tell me you can get pregnant, you can leave." Putting his hair into a ponytail, Wilton walked into the bathroom. Since it was a man, there was no problem of having a baby with a Muggle. Then there's no need to kill him, it's just a one-night stand.

Seeing Wilton's actions, the smile on the man's face deepened, "What's your name?" He asked.

"You don't need to know that." Wilton didn't look back, "I hope you've already left when I come out."

"If this is your wish." The man pursed his lips and wrote something on a note.Then he walked out of the room, frowning and opened the BlackBerry in his hand, "Change of plans, M."

After Wilton packed himself up, the man had already left, and the phone in the room rang on time.Frowning in disgust, he still picked it up, "Will, move to 221C in a few days, keep an eye on Sherlock."

The moment he heard this voice, Wilton subconsciously stood up straight, as if facing the person he respected the most, "Yes, big brother."

Putting down the phone, Wilton began enjoying his last breakfast at the White Queen, his thoughts turning to his brothers.

Wilton, who has the memory of his previous life, looks down on Muggles, even though he is a Muggle himself now.But the education he received made him recognize his family members sincerely. After a long time, Wilton divided people into two types-family members and ordinary people.

For family members, Wilton obeys authority and respects their privacy; while for ordinary people, Wilton just ignores them. After all, you can't ask a person to accept the aliens he believes.Fortunately, his family members in this life are also different from ordinary people. When he was three years old, he saw his teenage brother calmly spend a long time planning to catch the servant who stole at home on the spot. When he was 11 years old, he saw his [-]-year-old second brother reviewing the entire "Origin of Species" from beginning to end with a blank face, and put forward countless possible conjectures. When he was [-] years old, he made up his mind to stay away from his second brother in life. , because no matter where the other party goes, it will always cause countless disputes, and getting involved with ordinary people is one of Wilton's least favorite things.

Of course, Wilton will fulfill the expectations of his family, so he will live an ordinary life that makes his elder brother less troublesome, since his second elder brother is enough to make his beloved elder brother worry about his dental nerves.

Putting down the coffee cup, Wilton got up to pack his things.As for the note left by the man, he threw it away without even reading it.It was because of this that Wilton missed the first signal that indicated his future. There was only a simple line of text on the white note, "My dear, see you next time. My name is Moriarty."

☆, 221C's new tenant (catch bugs)

The daytime at 221B is still the same as usual, "Sherlock." Watson walked up the stairs a few steps with a shopping bag in his hand. Hell, the weather forecast said it would not rain when he went out.

"Put the milk in the refrigerator, a cup of tea, and two pieces of sugar. Besides, as a roommate, I don't like cats." Sherlock Holmes, who was still wearing silk pajamas, seemed to ignore all changes in the weather, and he sank into the sofa , with the slender hands tightly together, fingertips resting on his chin, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Why...forget it." Watson put down the shopping bag, and then carefully took out a small thing from his arms - a milky yellow kitten, obviously just born, even I can't even hear the sound.

Watson originally wanted to pick it up and raise it, and God knows how much he felt pity when he saw this little thing limp in the corner.It's just that Sherlock didn't give him a chance at all. Forget it, Watson comforted himself, even if Sherlock agreed, he shouldn't consider keeping this kitten in 221B. Any part that is infested by different people is really not suitable for the normal growth of a pet cat.

"It's just today, Sherlock. Mrs. Hudson is not here now. When she comes back, I think she will be very willing to give it a home." While talking, Watson simply made a dry cardboard box, and Watson moved quickly. After pouring the tea, it was placed on the coffee table next to Sherlock.

"Boring." Sherlock didn't even move his head, as Watson always said whenever he said something about what he thought was "the life of an ordinary person".

Watson wasn't angry either, in fact you wouldn't be too angry with another person if you had just lived and died with him.He also poured himself a cup of tea, and Watson leaned on the soft cushion with big rice characters painted on it, enjoying this rare leisure.

If you had told Watson a few months ago that he would find it extremely rare to be free someday, he would have thought you were joking.A military doctor who has just returned from the battlefield in Afghanistan, a military doctor with some handicapped legs and no family, a peaceful life may be the last option he can have.

According to the advice of a psychiatrist, Watson was asked to record what happened in his life on the blog from time to time—"Nothing happened today." After he updated the same sentence, even his expressions kept up, but he couldn't change his pace.

Walking in the familiar and unfamiliar London, far away from war and death, but did not distance Watson from them at all.The progress of life and death, the excitement of racing against time, Watson dare not face the fact that he actually misses such a life.

Now he's in London, in peaceful England, and all he needs to do is work like everyone else, eat, have tea, and of course update his damn blog.

Watson once thought that he would live like this for the rest of his life. He certainly believed that one day he would come out, maybe open a clinic, marry a beautiful girl, and have a child.Maybe he will go to the football game on weekends, drink beer, chat with former classmates or comrades-in-arms, in short, he will always live an ordinary life.

But those will not be now, not this body that is full of anger at something that can't be expressed, and it is going to be silent.At that time, Watson was like a ghost wandering in London, unable to find his focus at all.

On an unintentional trip to Baz, he met his old classmate, and a simple statement about his roommate aroused the other party's interest, "Who would want to be a roommate with someone like me?" Of course it's not true, Hua The doctor had been popular for his good temper, but that wasn't the medic he'd come from the field crippled.

That's how Watson met Sherlock, another man who claimed he "couldn't find a roommate."Analyzing mercilessly, Watson seemed to have been stripped clean when they met for the first time. The long-lost excitement was transmitted from his trembling legs. It felt like he was alive again for a moment.

So he sincerely praised the other party, "Unbelievable!" Yes, incredible, not only because of the other party's every detail, but also because the other party made him "live" for the first time.

Thinking of this, Watson couldn't help but look at the person lying on the sofa like a dead body. He knew Sherlock's occupation when they were in the apartment on the first day-consulting detective; then he went to the crime scene with him The sentence "may be dangerous" made him lose his crutches; that night he even shot and killed an innocent taxi driver!Well, that taxi driver is not so innocent, after all, he has several lives on his back.

But Watson is not the law. As an extra-legal "enforcer", he certainly violated the "principle of ordinary people".

Afterwards, the "ordinary person principle" was broken again and again, such as the strange symbols of the bank, the tracking of the museum in the middle of the night, the mysterious circus... Watson seemed to have fallen into Charlie's Chocolate Factory, all he could do was follow The person in front of me, follow him, protect him, be his doctor and partner.Oh, and maybe avatar everything Sherlock wants when he needs it.

Just like now, "John, I want to eat dumplings." Watson let out a long sigh, what else can he say, since he was kidnapped by a pervert who called himself "Moriarty" and was with Sherlock by the pool After living and dying together, the other party became even more serious.

Sometimes Watson himself wonders why he is so patient with Sherlock, but every time he meets the other's light-colored eyes, Watson always softens first.

As he stood up and prepared to go out, Watson cast aside his rational "forgotten justice".Remind myself once again that the other party is married to work, but in fact, the doctor who is sexually unscrupulous has gone out.

Almost as soon as Watson went out, Sherlock walked to the window lightly like a cat, opened the curtains slightly, and watched the figure leave until he could hardly see Sherlock. Lie down again as if the bones were taken away.

"I'll dig out your heart..." Moriarty's words by the pool that night echoed in Sherlock's ears again, and he couldn't help frowning.Sherlock didn't dislike Moriarty's provocation. To be honest, having such a barely equal opponent in London was definitely a super gift from Santa Claus in advance.But this does not mean that Sherlock likes to be threatened, especially thinking of the changes caused by this reason, Sherlock wrapped his silk nightgown tightly, and turned his head away from the living room angrily like a real adolescent boy , as if in this way you can reject everything that is about to happen.

"Sherlock!" I don't know how long it took, when Sherlock was so bored that he was about to shoot and "draw" a smiling face on the wall again, Mrs. Hudson's voice came from below, followed by two people's voices footsteps.The voice in the front is a bit louder, and the left and right are not consistent. It is Mrs. Hudson. Her patella is obviously not fully healed. As for the other...

Sherlock buried himself deeper into the couch, and that was the reason why he didn't want to do anything all day today.

"My dear Wilton, don't mind, Sherlock is always like this, but after a long time you will know that he is actually a good neighbor." Mrs. Hudson's introduction was getting closer and closer, "Of course there is also Hua Oh, Dr. Health, they're such a sweet couple, though they never admit it, but I can see it, Mrs. Turner always says, and even hers couldn't be more...  Oh, look at me, you just rented the house of the original couple, didn't you? Mrs. Turner is somewhat sad, she is not a nostalgic person..." The voice got closer and closer, and finally the door was opened.

"Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson's attitude seemed to scold her disobedient grandson, "Here comes the guest, this is the new tenant of 221C, Mr. Wilton Polk. Wilton, this is Xia Locke..." The enthusiastic landlady paused, as if she was a little surprised by Sherlock's reaction, usually he would take a few glances, and then pour out the whole life like a machine gun.Mrs. Hudson has even prepared a host of reassurances, from "it's Sherlock's habit" to "just wait until Dr. Watson comes back".But nothing happened, Sherlock didn't even turn around, just kept his back on them.

"Tea, two pieces of candy." After a while, he opened his mouth lazily.

"I'm not your housekeeper." Mrs. Hudson said as she was about to pour a cup of tea, but was stopped by the person who came with her.

"I think I can help, Mrs. Hudson, you don't have to worry too much." With a serious look, if it weren't for the other party's surname, Mrs. Hudson would definitely think that he was a nobleman.

"Okay, call me if you need anything, you know where I can be found." Mrs. Hudson blinked mischievously, and then closed the door intimately.

Sherlock didn't move, as the man walked into the kitchen, made a cup of tea and put it in its place, "Poker? Mommy won't be happy to know that her little son has learned to gamble."

"Do you want me to use the name 'Holmes' directly?" The visitor was not polite, "Sherlock, don't forget, I have used this surname since I was admitted to university, and my elder brother also agreed."

"A member of Mycroft's evil group?" Sherlock turned over suddenly, approaching the person who should be the guest sitting in the chair, with the usual sneer on his face, "What did he ask you to do? Impossible , Wilton, don't expect me to do anything for him!"

"Sherlock!" At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and Watson, who was carrying the paella, stared blankly at the detective, who almost pressed his face to the face of a man, who was sitting in a chair with the same black curls Sherlock's hair was tied into a short ponytail at the back, and she had a standard long face, and Sherlock blocked all other facial features.

Watson pulled the detective away, ignoring his discomfort.What he didn't even understand was why Mrs. Hudson made Sherlock so aggressive just by saying that 221C's new tenants were visiting.The last time he'd seen each other like this was when Mycroft came to visit, and God forbid, it had been a disaster!

"Sorry to offend, Sherlock is like this." The good doctor smiled habitually. "May I ask you are..."

"Wilton Holmes," the man who was supposed to be the guest stood up from his chair and walked in front of Watson, stretching out his hand slightly, "Thank you for taking care of my brother. Mommy asked me to say hello to you on her behalf."

☆, "Normal" Sherlock Holmes' third son (catch bugs)

Sherlock's younger brother, Sherlock's younger brother... Watson's mind was filled with these words. He looked at the smile on the other person's face that was completely indistinguishable from that of an "ordinary person" and the standard etiquette of reaching out to say hello , I just felt weird and abnormal in my mind.

"Brother, look at what you did to your roommate." Without changing his posture, Wilton seemed to understand something, and complained about his brother without changing his tone, while Sherlock's reaction was to turn aside The violin unceremoniously pulled out several harsh high notes.

What's even more weird is that Sherlock's performance made Watson feel relieved. This is still the normal world, and Sherlock is still abnormal as always. If he has an unusual elder brother and a very normal younger brother There is nothing out of the ordinary.Watson shook the hand of Sherlock's younger brother stiffly, noticing that he was wearing a pair of rimless glasses, and a series of normal and abnormal things were running through his mind.

"Would you like a cup of tea? Oh, let me tell you, the weather hasn't been very nice lately." Like all Brits, the first topic of conversation after the hello is the weather.Watson looked at the man in front of him who was five points similar to Sherlock, first poured a cup of tea politely in front of him, and then carefully placed it in front of him.And after that, oh my God!It was that smile again, that "normally friendly smile of a normal person". Watson picked up the teacup with trembling hands, and had to admit to himself how horrifying it was to see a normal person's expression on a face similar to Sherlock's!

"Okay, the time to say hello is over, Wilton, you should get out." As if seeing the doctor's discomfort, Sherlock resolutely chased him away. In his dictionary, just throw out the things you don't like , this is his and John's apartment, of course it is necessary for him to throw out everything that makes him or his doctor uncomfortable.

"Sherlock." Watson finally came to his senses. He gave Wilton an embarrassed look, and then glared at the detective who was still persistently making noise.Forget about Mycroft, what's wrong with this younger brother who seems to be very polite, looks aristocratic and cares about his family? "He's just a little bored recently." The doctor helped explain habitually.

"Oh, of course I understand, that's Sherlock after all," Wilton blinked, showing a "we all understand" smile, "We're going to be neighbors for a while, maybe I'll disturb you often..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted, "Don't even think about it! Let Mycroft take you! Stay away from me!" The thin bow drew a sharp arc in the air, with a scent of rosin The tip pointed straight at Wilton who was holding the cup.

"Of course, of course, it's nothing. Sherlock always needs to socialize." Watson moved his chair, just enough to block a third of the direction of the bow, "You are always welcome, I mean this apartment There is also my half, and I welcome you..." Halfway through the speech, the doctor suddenly felt that his statement was a bit wrong, and he overtook Sherlock as the master or something. For God's sake, the gentleman opposite was actually Xia Locke. Locke's younger brother, and even if he and Sherlock are roommates, he can't afford it, so it's like receiving a home visit... Wait, a home visit?

The doctor who suddenly realized that he had crossed the line bounced like a spring, "I still have something to do, Sherlock, I may not be back today," Watson, who fully understood the abilities of his roommate, almost never stopped, "Way Nice to meet you, I'll see you next time." Blowing away like a gust of wind, Watson didn't even leave time for Sherlock and Wilton to say goodbye.

Forced to restrain himself, he walked to the window to watch the doctor leave, and Sherlock reminded himself that there was still a senior assistant of the Great Demon King Group here.

"Why didn't you tell him? Sherlock?" In a flash, the "senior assistant" had already moved to the detective's side, the gentle smile on his handsome face disappeared completely, and he didn't know when to take off the rimless glasses Lost.With a slightly raised arc, the light-colored eyes are full of teasing, that is an expression that really belongs to Sherlock Holmes.

"Oh," as if suddenly realizing it, "you messed up again, didn't you? I told you not to use that 'high-functioning sociopath' as ​​a shield, didn't you?" Wilton's eyes tightened Keeping a close eye on Sherlock's every move, "Not only? For Mummy's sake, don't tell me you told him that you are 'married'... Oh, it seems you still did." He nodded Touched the corner of Sherlock's mouth that twitched unconsciously.

"Since his love for you is not hidden at all, Sherlock," Wilton said while putting his high nose close to his brother's sharp side face.His nose fluttered, as if he was sniffing some mysterious fragrance, "Don't tell me you didn't 'observe' at all, why didn't you move, what are you worried about?"

"Pissoff! [Note]" Sherlock's breathing rate didn't change, and he directly pulled his brother's face aside with his hands like picking up some garbage. Every time he hated his little brother's instinct, yes, Instinctively, as long as he gets close enough, Wilton can "smell" a person's true emotions from the smell of hormones secreted by the glands on his body.

On this point, both Sherlock and Mycroft have done a lot of research, but the results are regrettable. It's like a sudden mutation in a long family history. Great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather's invisible genes aside—his father died three months after marrying a legendary witch, and ten months later someone found this at the door that said "Sherlock Holmes" Named baby boy, with no other explanation.Of course, Mycroft and Sherlock just let it go with envy. After all, one of them likes layout, and the other is good at interpretation. Such illusory "external forces" are what they despise the most.

It's just that they don't like it. When this ability is used on them and tried a hundred times, even Sherlock feels as embarrassed as being stripped naked.But Sherlock can't make analogies at all. For example, he never reflects that since exposing his emotions to others will make him uncomfortable, then every time he sees a person, it doesn't take long before he fully understands that person's family background. How embarrassing it would be for the other party to expose it.

"What on earth are you here for?" Sherlock had already stepped on the sofa with one foot, "Why are you not in the United States as your professor and came to England?" The light-colored eyes similar to Wilton's were piercing from top to bottom Looking down, Wilton didn't mean to hide at all. He stood there openly, spread his hands, and even turned around when Sherlock's eyes moved down.

"Don't make it sound like I'm here as a guest, I'm an Englishman." After turning around, Will returned to his position and stood up, still with some sarcasm, as if the "ordinary person" who just came into contact with Watson "It doesn't exist at all.

"Yeah, an Englishman full of eccentricities." Sherlock saw Wilton's leather shoes all the way from his top hat. They were very good, and they were often used by the custom shop. Home at least once; there are small scratches on the shoulder, it seems that his precious pet is still alive; the shoes are very dry, considering the recent weather in London and the surrounding environment... Sherlock's pupils shrank violently , "Have you been here for a while?"

It was no surprise that my whereabouts were seen through, "I came here a week ago, but I always need a while to find a house. I have been living in a few days ago..."

"White Queen Hotel." Sherlock whispered the only hotel at the end of Baker Street with a history of more than 50 years. Wilton had a strange habit of not staying in a hotel with a history of more than 50 years.

"It's a wonderful night. Maybe you and your doctor can try the Yorkshire pudding there." A shadow quickly flashed in Wilton's mind. The corners of his lips were slightly curved, regardless of gender. The memory is still very good.He then turned around and snapped his fingers. It seems that the United States has left some imprints on him.

"Your communication should not be over yet; it's not a hotel, you rented a house; you've been home recently..." Clues ran through Sherlock's mind, "Mycroft called you. "This time his tone was a little more solemn.Although Sherlock hated Mycroft, it did not detract from his respect for his elder brother. Reminiscent of the pool incident not long ago, Sherlock understood the significance of Wilton's coming here within a few seconds.

"I'll dig out your heart, if you want me to say, it's really sweet," Seeing Sherlock's habitual|changing center of gravity, Wilton understood that his clever second brother already understood, "Mike Roft helped me go through the procedures for returning to China, and then I will work in Buzz