sherlock holmes brother

Things, as long as his eyes leave the world, it will go to destruction.

In the quiet living room, oh, maybe it was too quiet, Watson could only hear his heartbeat.Just like the last time he huddled with Sherlock... Stop, he told himself that wasn't something he should have dreamed about, maybe he should have said it, since the first time he stayed out at night and didn't sleep in The detective should know after Sarah's couch.Opening and closing his mouth like a dying goldfish, Watson sadly found himself unable to speak.

"Shut up." Sherlock said forcefully, without even looking in Watson's direction.

"I haven't said it yet." Watson smiled wryly.

"Then don't say it." Sherlock has always directly expressed his likes and dislikes. He clasped his hands together and rested on his chin. "Don't even think about it, you are thinking too loudly."

Sherlock's attitude gave Watson strength instead, and he seemed to be desperate, "Even if I don't say it, I think you can figure it out, maybe it's because of a wrinkle on my trousers, maybe it's because I use more milk when I buy milk. Who knows?" Watson's tone was a bit self-deprecating, he took a deep breath, you can do it, you are a military doctor who invaded Afghanistan, he gave himself courage like this, "In short, I plan to To Sarah..."

"Sherlock, I need you to take a look at this!" The door of the living room was violently opened, and the panting Inspector Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson, who was poking around behind him, made Watson put the word "marriage proposal" Swallowing it back, for his dead mother's sake, if talking to Sherlock about his going to propose to Sarah was an adventure, it was not in the presence of Lestrade and their landlady. Different from a disaster.

"There hasn't been any interesting news recently, I don't think Scotland Yard's defense level has improved," Sherlock swiped at Lestrade like a soldier who had heard a horn, "Tell me, what made the You found me as soon as the first corpse appeared, gimmicks, provocations, or...both?" It ended with a rising coda, and one of Sherlock's eyebrows was raised high, looking right. Very satisfied with my judgment.

"The scene is two streets away from here. We have blocked off somewhere. I need you to come and see." Lestrade finally slowed down his breathing, "It would be better if you could come together, John, this is not related to your major. I'm afraid the overlap is even higher." For the first time, the inspector seriously extended an invitation to Watson, knowing that he usually only needs to call Sherlock, anyway, as long as Sherlock is around, Watson will always be there.

Sherlock stood up without a word, no cheers, no excitement, wearing a crisp suit on him, the detective looked more like he was about to attend a funeral.Looking at Sherlock like this, Lestrade was a little stunned. If Holmes couldn't be moved by solving the case one day, then what else would he spend his mind on.

"John, did you quarrel?" Taking a slight step back, Lestrade asked Watson in a low voice. He was definitely not looking at Mycroft's face, he was simply worried that Sherlock's mood would affect the progress of the case.Right, that is it!

"No." Watson hesitated for a while and still answered like this. He didn't have time to say it at all. Although he guessed that Sherlock already knew it, he didn't say it. He always felt that he was brave enough to face it. The ex-military doctor began to think that being an ostrich would be nice too.

Lestrade wanted to say something but was stared back by Sherlock's cold eyes, well, he knew he shouldn't be kind, one pretended not to know, the other was full of murderous intent, he was stupid to get involved with them middle.

The crime scene was not very far from Baker Street, so Sherlock and Watson quickly followed Lestrade through the yellow cordon. Donovan rarely made any sarcasm. In fact, her pale face was already very pale. Explain the problem.

"God!" The narrow road is no different from any alley in London, but the bloody smell on the face makes people easily recognize the difference here. Watson drew a cross on his chest, and then leaned down| body to examine carefully , Sherlock looked around on the ground near the body, especially a trash can next to it, as a trash can in any alley, there is nothing unusual about it, except for one thing - it is covered with a lid, and Its lid snaps on quite snugly.

"Kang Dang——" There was a sudden crisp sound, and Sherlock had already kicked the trash can to the ground before Lestrade could stop it. Countless wastes from different times and places rolled all over the ground, bloody smell and waste brought The smell in the whole alley is even worse.

"Damn freak, what are you doing..." Anderson's voice was interrupted by Sherlock.

"John." Sherlock's black lambskin gloves reached into the garbage without hesitation, and Watson stood up tacitly, holding an evidence bag in his hand.As if by magic, something was caught in Sherlock's hand in a pile of tatters, and when he put it into the bag in Watson's hand, almost everyone recognized it.

"He dug out his heart." Statement, "but his heart wasn't his goal, or he didn't care." Sherlock didn't stop.

"Killed him with one knife, severed the carotid artery and trachea, and the person was still alive before the calf was cut off." Quickly and neatly provided his own judgment, Watson was also used to Sherlock's own way on various occasions.

"He's not an accidental target. The murderer was chosen carefully. There must be something else he wants to tell us." Sherlock spun around on the spot as if he was trapped by something.

"How do you know this is not a chance encounter, this area is not a residential area, and..." Lestrade interjected.

"Observe, you idiots, don't you know how to watch?" Sherlock glared at him aggressively, "His leather shoes were barely wet, and he was only wearing a thin shirt. It rained in this area yesterday, and The temperature is extremely low, but look at his clothes, he did not walk on the side of the road for a long time; there are no rented apartments nearby, and he is not a nearby resident; late at night, he does not live nearby, and wears light clothes, someone drives him Come here and kill him."

"That's...amazing!" No matter how many times he heard it, Watson felt that he had no ability to resist such a dazzling Sherlock.

"Thank you," a small smile, but quickly restrained by him, "He must bring him here to kill, why?" The voice faded, and Sherlock began to talk to himself.

"Maybe it's meaningful to him here?" Watson interjected, seeing Sherlock's idiot-like eyes, he shrugged, "I guess it's not for dinner. "

"Oh, yes, that's it!" Sherlock suddenly widened the corners of his mouth, and he grabbed Watson's hand at once, "What would I do without you, my doctor?" He said Before the other party could react, he let go, and then began to search for something carefully along the cracks in the ground.

"You know we're not..." Watson felt extremely embarrassed at Lestrade's pointed gaze.

"John!" was interrupted again, Sherlock was like a child who got a gift, and some white things were collected from the ground, "Paraffin, there is something white at the port of the missing leg of the body, at first I No idea, but a candlelight dinner, and yes, the murderer wrapped it in paraffin before chopping it off."

All the Scotland Yard police officers nearby who heard all this struggled to swallow their spit, candlelight dinner or something, Lestrade even decided to cancel the weekend arrangement with Mycroft, if the other party knew that he had been looking forward to it for a long time If the weekend is completely ruined by this incident, Sherlock may not need to do anything later.

Before Watson and the others accepted the new development of the whole matter, Sherlock was even more pleasantly surprised to find that a certain brick near the paraffin debris seemed to be moving. A line of English is engraved: Take your left leg away, so you lose the instinct to run. W

☆, 26 Jonas and Dimat

"Welcome to London, I hope you still like the weather here." Still wearing a gothic dress, Moriarty even put on a veil, if he hadn't spoken, Dittmar and Jonas would have thought they were I met an approached by a passionate beauty.

"It's actually okay. After all, we came from Germany. Although the climate is somewhat different, our ability to adapt is not bad." Jonas secretly elbowed Dittmar, whose eyes almost popped out. My brother is good at everything, but he has no resistance to people with exquisite looks. Of course, "exquisite looks" here obviously does not limit gender.

Pretending not to see the interaction between the two, Moriarty underlined Jonas's name, "I heard that you want to talk to me, so what do you want to talk about?" In fact, Moriarty Dee is not a person who likes to be straightforward, but today he has other things to do, so he plans to end it as soon as possible.

"I'm Jonas, and this is my brother Dimat. The business in Germany is not very good at this time. We heard that London has a lot of opportunities under the management of the professor. Of course, as long as you follow the rules," the speaker was still Although Jonas and Dittma put away their astonished gazes, the intent of the gazes that fell on Moriarty's neck and below the waist from time to time was still obvious.

"We welcome all self-motivated people. Excuse me, what kind of business do you prefer?" Moriarty noticed Ditmar's presumptuous gaze, but he didn't feel offended, instead he slightly changed his sitting posture , more skin was exposed, he likes people with flaws, let alone that flaw is on him.

"It's just a small business, you know, selling things from here to there, or bringing things from there to here, West London is a good place. Jonas hides and talks, it's a mutual evaluation process.

"As long as it is within the scope of the rules, you have my permission." Moriarty nodded. He knew that what the other party said was implying that they planned to do smuggling business. As for the specific smuggling, he should not ask now.Stretching out his hand, Moriarty's long white silk gloves made a handshake gesture, which also heralded the end of this conversation.Jonas was also very satisfied. Although there was still a gap between them and their final goal, they were allowed to enter London with the professor's permission.

But before Jonas could hold Moriarty's hand, the other hand on the side grabbed the pair of white silk gloves, raised it slightly, and put a kiss on it, "Thank you Your generosity, MyLady." Then he looked up, and Moriarty met ambitious eyes, "Hope to see you soon."

Moriarty laughed, and didn't seem to mind what Dietmar had just done, even though Jonas had embarrassed his brother, although there were many rumors about the "Professor" in London, none of them Pointing to him being interested in having a stable relationship with a man, and judging by his brother's reaction, it's clearly more than just sex, his brother wants the professor as his trophy.

"My boyfriend won't be happy if you do this." Thinking of Wilton's possible reaction, Moriarty smiled even more happily. Leaving aside the fight between the two of them, Moriarty also understood that once they How paranoid that man will be when they both admit to each other and really start a relationship, especially after knowing his identity as "Hades" - a man who never listens to himself even in the underground world and doesn't care Will a well-behaved person really let others put his boyfriend under him?Of course, there was an exception for Moriarty who brought him to bed, but Moriarty wouldn't try it lightly until he was uncertain about Wilton's reaction.But if he was really offended by this Dittmar, I am afraid that the other party is stepping on the bottom line of Pluto's dignity.

The professor already has a boyfriend? !This was Jonas' first reaction.Why didn't the King of Hearts say that something went wrong between them?This is Jonas' second reaction.Compared with him, Dittmar's reaction was much more straightforward, "You will be mine," he declared casually, like a poisonous snake eyeing its prey, "dump him."

If Moriarty hadn't met Wilton before, maybe Moriarty would have been really interested in the man in front of him. After all, he was strong and persistent enough, and even the things in his eyes told him that this man was ruthless.It's just that all of this has lost its flavor under the comparison of Wilton. If he is facing Wilton now, Wilton will know that he is impatient; Orton would not show such a hunting look; if he was facing Wilton, the other party would probably look at him indifferently, and all Moriarty had to worry about at that time was how to make his man The eyes of friends all fall on themselves, or only on themselves.

One is "begging" and the other is "retaining". Comparing the two, we can see who is superior.

Jonas finally left with Dittmar. Before leaving, Dittmar looked at Moriarty with the inevitable aggression. Before they left, Moriarty looked at them in a good mood. He raised his glass in the direction of leaving.

"Boss, were you joking just now?" Sebastian, who stood half a step behind Moriarty, did not speak loudly, but the hesitation inside was also obvious.

Moriarty didn't answer. He stood up, gestured for him to follow, and walked straight to the elevator. Ten minutes later, they knocked on the door of a certain room, and Moriarty walked in familiarly. After leaving the bathroom, Sebastian was left standing at the door at a loss, looking at the man on the sofa in the small living room, why... this man looks a bit like the man the boss was interested in a while ago?

However, his doubts didn't stay for long, the bathroom door opened quickly, and Moriarty, who had changed back into men's clothes, came out muttering, and for some reason there was a plain, unadorned face on his face. The white mask looked a bit scary at first glance, Sebastian turned away, but saw sharply that the pair of white silk gloves were now lying in the trash can.

"My dear, have you been waiting for a long time?" Just as Sebastian was thinking about things, he saw his boss walking past with that completely expressionless mask, and then he lowered his head very naturally. Kissed the man on the couch.The pale lips on the cold mask stuck to the thin lips of the latter, and the man didn't care what he looked like, and he didn't look like a lamb raised by the professor anyway.

"Soon, you're not happy?" Wilton ended the kiss. In fact, he didn't like kissing something cold, even if the mask was put on his boyfriend's face.But just like that, Wilton accurately grasped the disgust secreted by Moriarty.

"Sebastian Moran, my subordinate." Moriarty nestled on the sofa as if he had no bones, leaning half of his body on Wilton's body. The anger that came slowly faded in the familiar scent of his lover, Moriarty even closed his eyes, "Wilton, my boyfriend." Not his full name, not his real name, before he could figure out this man, Not even Sebastian could know more.

"Colonel?" Moriarty didn't say that it didn't mean that Wilton didn't know. Although his elder brother's information didn't record the real name of the underground world, combining that detailed information with his own knowledge of the underground world, The identity of the "Colonel" - the number two man in the City of London - is almost ready to be revealed.

It was this "colonel" that made Sebastian reposition Wilton.It didn't look like a captive plaything at first, but the attitude Moriarty introduced made him uncertain. No matter how you look at it, "Wilton" is an extremely common name.But based on Sebastian's understanding of Moriarty, he would never establish a relationship with an ordinary person—not to mention, Moriarty's own identity alone is troublesome enough, let alone The "professor" in London is not some kind of Duke of Windsor who wants a beauty but not a throne.

"Sebastian Moran, nice to meet you." Since Moriarty didn't have a clear direction, then for the time being, he only regarded this Wilton as his boss's boyfriend, and Seba made up his mind. Stian did a good job of ignoring his throbbing stomach.

"It's not fun," Moriarty took off the mask on his face and threw it aside casually, complaining half-truthfully. "You are always so sweet, knowing every bit of my unhappiness." Having said that, he secretly ruled out another option in his heart.

Moriarty had several conjectures about how Wilton correctly judged his emotions. Before, he confirmed that it was not through his behavior, and just now he confirmed that it was not through his expression. Eliminating the expression factor as much as possible, he deliberately chose this white hard mask without any decorations, but unfortunately he still didn't guess correctly.

Sebastian froze in place, for God's sake, he didn't see his boss flirting with a man so charmingly, especially the sweetness in his words, oh, if he remembers correctly The man who said Moriarty once was found dismembered three days later in a disused warehouse in London.

A good boyfriend knows when to do something to appease his lover, so Wilton bent his head slightly and kissed Moriarty on the lips. "Who did you meet?" It's not an interrogative sentence. Although Wilton was also surprised that Moriarty would introduce his subordinates to him, it also shows that this man is taking their relationship very seriously. Knowing if there were any other thoughts in it, Wilton found that he felt happy.

"Two smart people." Moriarty found it interesting when he thought of the performance of Dietmar and Jonas just now. Oh, of course he is an attractive man, but his charm may not have reached the level that the other party is in. necessary degree.Dittmar's performance and Jonas' embarrassment are somewhat contrived when I think about it now, so it is very interesting to see the purpose of the brothers. Who would deliberately tease and test the bottom line of the "professor" when they met for the first time? ?

"Oh." Precisely grasping Moriarty's interest, Wilton nodded and stroked Moriarty's hair.

"Don't ask what they did?" Sensing the connivance in the other party's actions, Moriarty's smile deepened.

"Don't disturb your interest." Wilton replied honestly, but he was despised by Sebastian. A man without courage, even if he has something to do with the underground world, if he dies, he will be those who have two feet on his feet. way politicians.

Yes, a standard three-piece suit, and a gentle demeanor when facing outsiders. Even in the performance just now, Wilton proved that he is not a vassal, but Sebastian still classified him as a certain In a politician who doesn't want to make his own way.

The companion that the professor found on a whim, this is Sebastian's new position for Wilton, they disagree with each other, maybe the other party's identity is enough for Moriarty to come up with "a relationship", but Sooner or later they will go their separate ways.

Wilton, who didn't realize that he had been labeled as "harmless", still chatted with Moriarty without saying a word. So far he is satisfied with his boyfriend. As for his subordinates , does that have anything to do with him?

In another unclean alley in London, a man was whimpering in extreme pain. Beside him, a clean-looking hand was steadily carving a letter on a wax board. The last "W" It made him a little dissatisfied, but he still wrapped the wax plate carefully, and walked towards the man on the ground, "the right calf." He whispered, and in the moonlight, he could see the faint engraving on the wax plate: Walk your right leg, so you have no ability to leave. W

☆、27·The Rarely Kind Wilton

Quite a short frequency, an undisguised crime scene, when Sherlock and Watson were called to another alley by Lestrade again, they found that another paraffin plate was nothing new at all.

"The method is clean and neat, and what he wants is still not his heart." Sherlock frowned. "The same leather shoes, thin shirts, and even the same brand...Oh," he showed that suddenly realized look again, " Inspector, your investigation is in the wrong direction, neither of these two corpses is a person of any status." Speaking of which, the dress of the first corpse affected the direction of Scotland Yard's investigation, and anyone who could afford such a suit Yes, you must be above the middle class in London.The general middle class means at least three conventional social relationships - family, company, hospital.It's just that in the past three days, not only did Scotland Yard not receive any reports of missing persons, but it also failed to get any relevant clues from the target group.The first body seemed to have suddenly appeared from some strange gap, and no trace could be found.

"The watches in their hands are..." Before Sherlock could go any further, Anderson shouted from the sidelines. Obviously, he also agreed with the direction of Scotland Yard's investigation a few days ago, and he was even the main pusher in that direction. one of them?

"Shut up, Anderson, you're lowering the IQ of the whole street." Sherlock gave him a hard look and then looked at Lestrade. "They're all well dressed and look very expensive. Their faces are clean." , there is not even any extra hair on the body," he said quickly about the common features of the two corpses, "it's just that their bodies are too clean, there is no wear and tear on the clothes; there is no change in the shape of the buttonholes and trouser pockets; Even the soles of the shoes are too clean. If it’s just a corpse, then it might be a coincidence,” Sherlock said why he didn’t bring it up last time, “It’s the second corpse, these clothes don’t belong to these two people, They were cleaned and brought over with clothes on."

"Then why did the murderer still dig out their hearts..." Watson blurted out the question, but he regretted it as soon as he said it. Anderson's example was right in front of him. Let Sherlock judge his IQ.

"That's exactly what I was going to say," Sherlock even gave him a smile unexpectedly, "he's dirty."

Without waiting for Lestrade to adjust the expression on his face, Sherlock turned around and continued to order, "These two bodies are male|prostitutes."

After getting into the taxi, Watson asked the second question, "Why not a homeless man?"

"What?" Sherlock obviously lost his mind.

"No social status, no identity, a homeless man can satisfy your request." Watson explained, biting his lower lip habitually because of confusion, showing a little red mark.

"They all take care of themselves very well. Tramps can't do that." Sherlock snorted first, and then he noticed the little bit of color on Watson's lips, as if he was confused , he approached slightly.

"Sherlock, Sherlock, Xia..." Watson's voice ended when Sherlock pressed his forehead to his forehead, looking at those light-colored eyes so closely, Watson felt his heart burst from his throat Out of his mouth, "So what is this..." The words that were completely out of his head came out of his mouth.

"An experiment." Sherlock's face tightened, and the loss of control just now seemed to mock his decision.He was like a child who was suddenly thrown from a warm room into a world of ice and snow—if he hadn't had warmth before, he wouldn't have found the low temperature so unbearable.

This interrupted the atmosphere between Watson and Sherlock and became awkward. Watson turned his head to look at his reflection on the car glass, and put his hand into his trouser pocket.Then...his fingertips touched the red flannel box, maybe now is a good opportunity, his voice was a little hoarse, "Sherlock, I have always wanted to tell you, Sarah and I..."

"Here we are." Sherlock opened the door and got out of the car. His stand-collar coat fluttered behind him. Watson had to stay and pay the fare. The taxi driver seemed to have some experience. When Watson opened his wallet, his The voice seemed earnest, "Young people, quarreling is common, but it's not good to hurt feelings."

"We are not..." From the initial surprise, anger, to the current wry smile, Watson can't count how many times he has explained that he is just the detective's assistant, roommate, cohabitant...or whatever, except that he is not It would be his "half."

The taxi driver didn't think anything, just showed a knowing smile.Watson paid and was about to leave. Before he got out of the car, the taxi driver added, "You should really see the way he looks at you, like the only ladder to freedom that a fugitive at the end of the road sees."

The taxi left without the slightest nostalgia. Watson stood blankly on Baker Street. Sherlock was no longer there. The door of 221B was closed. Watson didn't know whether it was closed after Sherlock entered or the detective didn't go in at all.It's just that after a while he didn't have to worry anymore, the phone vibrated twice: I have something to do, I won't go back to have dinner - SH, Watson watched his phone screen slowly darken, wondering what he was thinking.

"Doctor Watson?" With a gentle voice, Watson raised his head and put on the mask of an outsider, "Hello, you are...Wilton?" Because he recognized an acquaintance, Watson's expression changed obviously. The changes, the exhaustion all over the body seems to be unwilling to cover up.

"You look a bit tired, do you want to have a cup of tea?" Wilton could see the doctor's depression even if he didn't smell it. It shatters into pieces with a poke.

Watson originally wanted to refuse, especially since Wilton was still Sherlock's younger brother. He couldn't tell him that he was wandering in pain because of his unrequited love for his brother, right? !But when he thought about it, who else could he tell?Watson thought carefully about who he might confide in. If it was his sister, she would probably let him rush to confess; if it was his psychiatrist, oh, forget it, he hasn't been there for a long time since he got Sherlock. Look at her... As for the others, Watson didn't think about them at all. Neither Sarah, Lestrade, nor Mrs. Hudson were suitable. He even thought of Molly. If he really said it, maybe they There may also be a group - FSAOSH

"I'm sorry to bother you." Watson wiped his face with his hands, and followed Wilton into 221C. He thought about it correctly, and he couldn't think of anyone else to talk to except Wilton.People are like this, they are usually good at patience when they have no choice, but once they have the opportunity to choose, few people will not make a choice but give up directly.

After pouring two cups of tea, Wilton still had Watson's familiar expression on his face, which made him feel inexplicably relaxed, "I don't know your taste, so please feel free," Wilton's demeanor was full of Gentleman, "I noticed you're tired, maybe you'd like to talk to me, you know I'm a qualified psychiatrist, and of course I don't charge by the hour." Finally he made a small joke.

Watson twitched the corners of his mouth in a face. The comfort brought by the hot water and the way to relieve his emotions with someone's hands made him a little out of control, "I'm going to propose to Sarah." This sentence can't be said at all in front of Sherlock The words that came out slipped out of his mouth naturally.

"Should I say...congratulations?" Wilton's voice was still gentle, but he used a question at the end, "Excuse me, but you don't look so happy."

"Maybe." Watson replied dryly. "I just don't know, I can't be sure... Maybe... God, I don't know if I'm right to make such a decision."

Gently patted Watson's shoulder, and with the help of this closeness, Wilton calmly discerned the other's true emotions, pain, sadness, bitterness, despair, guilt... and, wholehearted dedication and sacrifice.Wilton's pupils contracted quickly, and he sat back in his armchair. He picked up his teacup, "I guess many people have said this to you, but I still want to say that choosing is a very difficult thing. We can't be sure that what we choose must be right. Similarly, the choices we make at a certain period can only be better than what we can do at that time." Although it is a cliché, but Wilton actually meant something. Who knew that his second brother was so stupid that his unilateral letting go would hurt not only himself.

Watson was silent for a long time, as if he had calmed down his emotions, "If, just if, you encountered something hopeless, would you still do it?" His eyes fixed on himself teacup.

"That depends on how I look at this matter?" After all, Wilton decided to give the doctor a little push. He was not looking at his second brother's face. Mi is happy.

"What you really hope to do, very much..." It was urgent at first, and then slowly became silent, Watson seemed to be drained of all his strength.

"If I'm just hopeful, maybe I'll give up," Wilton shrugged, seeing the doctor's blank face and continued, "If I'm sure this is the most important thing in my life, then no matter what happens I don’t care about the problems I will encounter, I only care about my own choice.” At this moment, the real Wilton appeared in front of Watson, his upper body leaned forward slightly to strengthen the tone, and the ending ended in Watson's profile.

Watson looked up into Wilton's eyes unconsciously because Wilton's tone was completely different from his impression, "Whatever happened?" He seemed to be bewitched.

"No matter what happens." Wilton replied lightly, but his tone was firm.

At that moment, Watson unconsciously lowered his head to avoid Wilton's gaze. He always had a feeling that his secret was no longer a secret in front of the youngest Holmes.

Apparently, neither Wilton, who had other thoughts, nor Watson, who was absent-minded, noticed their "ambiguous" postures in the conversation, nor did they find that the picture of them together was completely in line with the "borrowing" from a certain angle. Soon, seven or eight photos of Wilton's "light kiss" and Watson's "shyness" were placed on Mycroft's desk.

With just one glance, this big boss of MI[-], who has always been calm and calm, spit out tea from his mouth. For the sake of his family's inspector, did the agent in charge of monitoring Baker Street have his brain eaten by something?Putting the photo in a large envelope and tossing it casually aside, Mycroft didn't even care.

Just because he doesn't care doesn't mean others don't care. A few days later, during a routine cleaning, the envelope was delivered to another person's desk along with some other documents.The gloved hand pulled out those photos, and then put them away carefully. Now that he doesn't need it doesn't mean he won't need it in the future. Opportunities... always belong to those who are prepared.

☆, 28 Newcomers in North London

In the next few days, Sherlock changed his busy schedule after taking over the case.