sherlock holmes brother

Then something was tied to his wrist, and the cool temperature was attached to it. Wilton heard the sweet voice that belonged to his boyfriend and he was most familiar with, "Oh, my dear servant , probably you prefer this way, to be honest, I have wanted you to behave like this for a long time."

Under the dim light, Wilton only noticed the other party's familiar wizard robes and the meaningful tone of voice even though it didn't have an aristocratic accent. The gray emotions brought about by being restrained | restrained and suppressed finally came out uncontrollably, threatening Dunn twisted hard, and violently broke his hand out of the entanglement of the rope. Maybe he was bleeding, maybe not. He only saw the frivolous smile on his lips under the silver mask, "Do you want to die?" He saw that he used his hands to slowly wrap the rope that had just bound him around the neck of the other party. As long as he exerted a little force, this annoying person would disappear. What a pleasant thing that would be.

☆、33·Those that should have been forgotten long ago

"Why do you say that?" His neck was tightened a little bit, and Moriarty felt that there might be some problem with his blood supply. His own lips gently rubbed against his left earlobe, which was one of Moriarty's sensitive|sensitive points.The feeling that the body was slowly being pushed to the limit infinitely magnified the little bit of pleasure brought by the ears, Moriarty couldn't help opening his eyes wide, the air seemed a little too thin.

"Order me, scold me, despise me, reject me...does it make you happy?" Although most of the emotions were affected by the memories of the previous life, Wilton still secreted the excitement and excitement from Moriarty. He maintained a trace of rationality in his impulsiveness, at least the person in his memory would never be happy because of his approach, "Control...is a very interesting thing, sometimes it belongs to a person, sometimes it has Belongs to another person..." Wilton's hands didn't stop, but he slowed down the original speed, and each letter was sprayed on Moriarty's deadly point accurately with heat. .At the same time, his legs were firmly squeezed between the man's legs, and the wide robe made their movements unobstructed in the slightest.Gently rubbing the middle position of the opponent with his own leg, as if in response to Wilton's movement, the little thing he teased soon became energetic, just like his master, faithful to his desire| see.

"It's just a game," Moriarty's voice was a little hoarse, not only because of the raging lust, but also because of the rope around his neck, "If I didn't notify in advance, then I can apologize, but I think You'd probably prefer something else to a 'I'm sorry'." After finishing speaking, he rubbed Wilton's thighs with his already hard place without fear of death, and if he remembered correctly, those legs were absolutely powerful His master will let him enjoy incomparable satisfaction when he wants.

Wilton didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't need the other party's answer in essence, "It's just that no matter who controls the power, it means acknowledging another person's ability and surrender. It's never a matter of one person. If it is not recognized, it is not a surrender." His voice was a little low, and the person in his words was obviously not his boyfriend, as if he was talking to himself, and it seemed that he was following the one from the previous life The young master said that even though he was a marginal squib in the family, in fact he never surrendered to anyone, even though he had no way to compete with the other party in terms of ability, but his soul never bowed his head.

"So dear, what exactly is your problem?" Although Wilton's voice was very low, Moriarty could still hear clearly. Not only did he hear clearly, but he was also angry at the absent-mindedness in the other party's words, Leaving aside their current posture, when did Moriarty's charm begin to decline, especially after his boyfriend teased him, but he was distracted openly, and the person he was implying was not He, every one of the above stepped on Moriarty's nerves.

With a slightly insufficient oxygen mind, Moriarty quickly recalled everything they had just exchanged, and finally he came to the conclusion that it was probably because he hadn't answered Wilton's first question here just now, but what was that question from? With?A series of physical reactions made Moriarty's thinking a bit sluggish, but now he has not discovered the bigger reason is because he is by Wilton's side, this enigmatic man finally made him trust to a certain extent, Otherwise, he would not relax to this extent.

The familiar smell of anger rose, covering up a lot of excitement and joy. Wilton, who was still immersed in his own thoughts, seemed to be bewitched. He tightened his hands at once, and the rope faithfully carried out his order. If it weren't for the fact that such ropes are generally used for special purposes, so that they are not very strong, this alone would make the professor in London a legend. "Do you want to die?" As if seeing the face of the young master at the end of the black magic experiment, the last thing Wilton remembered was the malicious mouth on his face, "I'll send you to die." In an instant, Wilton felt that as long as he put in more force and killed the person in his hand, all the pain and unwillingness in the past would disappear.

The last thing in this world that will hurt you is the dead. I don't know who told him that. Wilton didn't believe it at first, but he might believe it after today.

"Of course, people are always going to die." Unlike Wilton's imagination, the young master in his impression would not answer this way, "but I personally prefer a more creative way of dying. If I die It's not fun when it's not interesting." Moriarty really thought so, and he really answered that way.I have to say that the "ordinary person principle" that he and Wilton have adhered to from the beginning has played a very good role, because their understanding of each other has deepened step by step, so there has been no relationship between the two so far. A situation of mutual deception arises.Oh, of course concealing doesn't count, after all, "concealing" just means not telling, but "not telling" doesn't mean cheating.

Anger faded like a tide, replaced by confusion and boredom, but just like that, Wilton's rationality was pulled back before his emotions lost control, he subconsciously let go, and a few muffled laughter leaked out in his voice, " For example?" Subconsciously get close to the other person's body until there is no gap between them.The temperature belonging to the human body slowly warmed Wilton's heart that had become cold due to bad memories. It seemed that for the first time, Wilton discovered that he actually had a kind of lust for the temperature of another person. Maybe it was because of his mother's resolute departure back then, or maybe it was something else, but he was sure that not all temperature could satisfy him.

As if he had received some hint, Moriarty's eyes lit up all of a sudden, he raised his head slightly, and ambiguously imprinted one wet kiss after another on Wilton's artery full of life force, occasionally with teeth lightly. Biting a piece of skin on it lightly, "Your bed may be good, I have never tried the feeling of losing strength, maybe... your ability is strong enough?" The drawn ending sound constitutes a pink invitation, Murray Artie stared straight at Wilton, like a poor man just dug a whole gold mine.

Wilton didn't speak, he took a deep breath, exuberant gonadal hormones, adrenal hormones... let go of both sides of the rope, and gently slid in the restrained position, "Here?" He saw the other party There are interests and desires in those eyes, but there is no slightest disgust or disdain.The wound that was torn open by force seemed to have drained all the filth. Wilton suddenly felt that he was ridiculous. It turned out that he had not completely abandoned those useless emotions in his previous life until today. It is a fact that things are different.

"You can't?" Although Moriarty doesn't have the miraculous ability of Wilton, he is still keenly aware of the difference in his boyfriend. If Wilton gave him a very violent feeling just now, then The current Wilton is more like the emperor in the dark night—although equally powerful, the former represents loss of control, while the latter represents strong self-restraint.Of course, no matter which Wilton brought him enough sense of oppression, and all of this made Moriarty even more excited, think about it, besides his boyfriend, how many other people can The pre-play brought him such a deep stimulation? !If someone could give him such a stimulus every day, maybe he wouldn't even want to consult with criminals. Anyway, the criminal class in London is getting more and more stupid, and there are a few people behind him who are telling him what to do. More and more lazy to deal with.

Catching the other party's double-entendre question, Wilton's male instinct was provoked, "I thought this was just one night, but what you're asking for is... the limit?"

Moriarty's eyes widened suddenly, "You mean..."

"If we leave early, the master here..." While speaking, Wilton's hand got into Moriarty's robe, along the bare|exposed chest, and accurately pressed on the already unwilling to be lonely. at some point.

"Oh, he doesn't care, don't you care?" The pleasure is like an electric current that ignites the lust that has not dissipated just now. This time, Moriarty fell even faster. The backlog of contentment had long since made his body protest.

"You will like it, my master." The words should be respectful, but Wilton uttered them with an indescribable contempt. This contrast firmly caught Moriarty's attention. He didn't even notice that the other party led him out. Although the surrounding lights were a bit dim, in the eyes of a real caring person, there was no way to hide the red and swollen strangle marks on his neck.

"Are you alone?" Not long after they left, a gloomy man came out from behind the curtain. He didn't hear much, since Wilton and Moriarty started to discuss leaving him.At this time, he was sitting on the couch, the silver mask was quietly buttoned on his face, and a man in a cloak who also wore a mask spoke to him.

The man didn't speak, but just looked at the person who came. The latter obviously hesitated, but he lifted the cloak and the ordinary mask was clean, "Perhaps you need someone to accompany you?" He is the "servant" prepared by Eros Palace today. After all, in the game of control and anti-control, there are still more controllers, especially the people who enter and exit the palace of Eros are mostly rich and powerful, so the ratio is even more skewed.

"Your name." The man's silence made the waiter think that he was hopeless, but he didn't expect that the hand he stretched out was held by the man. Maybe he was worried that he couldn't see clearly. |Touched his left forearm, and seemed satisfied.

"Snow." The waiter was overjoyed. You must know that at this time, basically everyone has company, and it is really not easy to find someone who has no one to serve.

"Snow?" The corner of the man's mouth was raised, showing a malicious smile. The rose flower under the left eye of the mask was clearly visible. He knew it was the kind of thing that would turn into dirty water when it saw the sun, but he still needed to be patient. Be confident, that person will be his.

☆、34·The lurker in the dark

"Sherlock, what's the problem?" After returning to Baker Street exhausted, Watson washed himself from the inside to the outside, and sat in an armchair in his pajamas. He finally couldn't help asking.

"Huh?" The detective pulled the bow in his hand absent-mindedly, and the violin let out a sharp roar. His eyes were focused on the window, as if he was watching something, or he didn't see anything.

"I said, what's the problem today and tonight." Facing Sherlock's apparent reluctance to say more, Watson insisted rarely, he stood opposite the violin, every word seemed to burst out of his chest, "I thought we were still partners."

"Of course, I'd be lost without my blogger." Sherlock replied flirtatiously, perhaps because of their recent intimacy, Watson was the first to discern the almost molestation in the other's words.

"Then, tell me what happened and why you temporarily changed your plan." Although this possible molestation made him a little embarrassed, but thinking of the unusualness of tonight and the kiss between them, Watson suddenly With the idea of ​​​​questioning to the end.

Sherlock still didn't speak, but impatiently pulled the bow, bringing out an out-of-key note.For Watson, that meant rejection.Logically speaking, he should have given up at this point. He knew Sherlock, and no one could force him to say what the detective didn't want to say.But not now, not now when he was about to propose to Sarah and was just pressed under | kissed by another man.

"Sherlock Holmes. Look at me, talk to me." Watson rarely called Sherlock's full name, and the moonlight shone on his face from outside the window, casting a small shadow, "Tell me, why did you Do this?" He moved forward slightly, and for the first time Watson showed a bit of aggressiveness in front of Sherlock.

Sherlock seemed to be frozen by something, he still maintained the posture of playing the violin, his chiseled face was expressionless.

"I don't have a heart..." Sherlock's answer seemed to echo in Watson's ears that night in the swimming pool, which was obviously not the case. He clearly saw Sherlock's panic and worry that night, but those panic and worries were only in For a moment, every time Watson recalled after that, he felt like he had read it wrong.He stared closely at the other person's light-colored eyes, as if he wanted to pierce his soul out, "Please..." Finally, Watson still weakened his momentum, his lips trembled violently, today's kiss and That apology still gave him little hope. He didn't want to make himself regret, let alone do anything to hurt Sarah.Even though he knows that what he is doing now is too much, but it is not before God, and he cannot bear the condemnation brought by breaking his promise.

Sherlock's eyes didn't escape. In fact, he didn't exude any aura belonging to a living person, just like Prometheus from the myth. He bound his flesh and blood to the cliff, and was tortured day and night. The vicious eagle pecks, but is forever silent, looking at the people he cares about.

It's just that what Watson needs is not a willing martyr, but a fellow traveler.Taking a deep breath, Watson buried his face in his palms, "I...I swear I felt it, and you too... Seriously...you don't...you really can't be it Doesn't exist, I can't....I shouldn't...Oh, God help me..." The broken words flowed through his fingers, Sherlock's face didn't change at all, but if Watson was willing to look up His words would reveal that the detective's hand holding the violin sank deeply into the strings, with such force that his knuckles showed an abnormal paleness.

There was a long silence between the two, and then Watson raised his head, showing a tired but somewhat relieved smile, "I'm sorry, Sherlock, I lost my composure, forget what I just said, I'm just too tired .So, good night." After finishing speaking, he turned and left without waiting for Sherlock's response. Maybe tomorrow will be a good day, and he should really propose to Sarah, even if he still can't speak to Sherlock.

Noticing the doctor's voluntary departure for the first time, Sherlock frowned. Without Watson present, he didn't need to pretend. His eyes wandered around the living room, and Sherlock's whole soul was clamoring to destroy something.kitchen?Oh, and John needs it for hot milk; the walls?John says he's tired and he can't make too much noise; Mr. Skull?He can't destroy it, given... given that Sherlock knows he's just helped the doctor make up his mind even without deduction, maybe Mr. Skull will be his only companion in this strangely empty room in the future .

"Hi, hello, I'm Sherlock, oh, maybe I don't need another formal introduction, given how long we've known each other. Of course I'm going to apologize for the indifference I've had for a long time, you know, about you and.. "Holding the skull, Sherlock paused, and the extremely common word "John" rolled on the tip of his tongue at this moment, as if it had melted into his flesh and blood and could not be parted.

"John...John...John..." was called out cleanly at first, followed by a steady call, and finally a whisper in the lover's world. For Sherlock, Watson has long been integrated into the soul, and exists in the Every breath he breathed.So there was nothing wrong with what the doctor said just now, and Sherlock allowed himself to recall the kiss between them-at first it was just lips on lips, then tongues touched tentatively, and finally those sparks took away His rationality burned his pretense completely.

But Sherlock had no choice, and he didn't dare to choose. It wasn't just because he didn't have confidence in himself. Wilton's intervention tonight made him realize that something was wrong with this matter. Unsolved mysteries are like enemies lurking in the shadows, patiently waiting for him to relax.

"The meddler dies." Those two warnings are still lingering in Sherlock's mind. Logically speaking, there is no need for the twins in the last case to warn him, even if there is Murray behind Michael. Artie's shadow, what happened afterwards also made Sherlock a little uncertain.As a person who firmly believes in deduction, Sherlock never believes in intuition, but now he feels that he has missed some clues, and the directionality of this clue became more obvious after his little brother intervened | .

Sherlock doesn't like Mycroft, but he has to admit that the other party has a better view of the overall situation. Now it seems that he called Wilton back maybe not just because of a Moriarty. Sherlock doesn't look down on him. The opponent, but the power of one person is far from the power of one force. This is not the nineteenth century. It is simply impossible for one person to rule the entire underground world of London.

This is the second reason why Sherlock dare not confess his love to the doctor. If the other party's purpose is really "Sherlock Holmes", then his approach will not be of any benefit to John.It's just... Sherlock licked his lips unconsciously, could he really let go, after knowing how wonderful his doctor was?

On the second day of 221B, it was as if nothing had happened. Watson took out his suit in a rare way. When he went downstairs, Sherlock couldn't help but looked at him from the beginning to the end, especially his left trouser pocket. And location, unless you are blind, no one would not know that it would be a ring.

"Morning." Watson felt that his face was very stiff, so what if he couldn't say it, didn't Sherlock know how to act, he had already seen it, didn't he?

"Morning." A voice as mellow as a cello came out of Sherlock's mouth, and Watson still couldn't control his panic.

"I'll..." Watson was interrupted by someone rushing in before he finished speaking, "Sherlock, I need you to come and see this."

"Another corpse, the crime took longer, why, what aroused his anger..." Sherlock's movements were unbelievably quick, and when he passed Watson, he paused, his Adam's apple moved up and down But he still didn't say anything, and the doctor felt that he was covered with a layer of sweat.

"John?" Sherlock had rushed downstairs, but Watson was still there. Lestrade asked with some doubts, "Aren't you going?"

"No, it's not today." Watson didn't know that he was laughing like he was crying, and he held the ring box tightly with his hand, as if drawing courage from it, "I'm going to propose to Sarah today."

"Sarah? Marriage proposal?" Lestrade's voice changed, "Sherlock actually allowed it?!" He was so shocked, you must know that the advantage of having a Sherlock Holmes as a lover is that you can fully understand what it means to be possessive Desire, Mycroft was like this, but Sherlock, who wanted to hang himself on the doctor from the beginning, was even more so.Lestrade could not have imagined a Holmes handing over his belongings to anyone.

"He doesn't care, yes, he doesn't care." Watson seemed exhausted, and his mind was in a trance.

Lestrade immediately understood that the detective's difficulty seemed to have extended to all aspects of life, "No matter what you plan to do today, John, as a friend, don't do it, you are not in a good state." He raised his hand to signal Watson not to interrupt him, "I advise you to be cautious when you make a decision on the spur of the moment, especially when you involve others. I don't want to see you get into trouble, especially those troubles that can actually be avoided. time." After finishing speaking, he nodded again and left, the detective without the doctor by his side is definitely a powder keg today, he should go and look at it quickly.

Watson was sitting in the empty living room in a daze. Lestrade's words had a great impact on him. He knew that Sarah was a good woman, and he also knew that his state was not right, but he needed someone to help him. ,no matter who. "Knock knock", the door was suddenly knocked politely, Watson stood up and opened the door, at this point it might only be Mrs Hudson.It's just that his words got stuck in his throat before he finished speaking. A man he had never seen before outside the door smiled very elegantly. He seemed a little embarrassed to see Watson.

"Hi, I'm Sebastian Moran. I wanted to find Professor Polk, but unfortunately he's not here. Your landlord kindly told me that you know each other, so I came here to try my luck. ...maybe you don't mind?" His voice hesitated.

"It's nothing, please come in." Although the mention of Wilton made Watson alert for a moment, but after thinking about it, he might just be a friend or colleague of "Professor Polk", and he had nothing better to do. Sebastian came just in time.

When everyone didn't know, Sebastian Moran successfully entered the room at 221B.

At another crime scene in London, Lestrade didn't dare to show his breath. He watched the detective put on rubber gloves and feel what should be a person on the ground.

"Anderson, turn your face away! Every foul breath you exhale is destroying the balance of the biological environment around the corpse!" Lestrait had no choice but to make trouble out of no reason.With a gesture, Anderson turned away angrily.

"How?" Although several hours had passed, the strong smell of blood still lingered in the alley.

"Same man, more anger," Sherlock quickly judged, "not only did he throw away his heart, but he cut off all the limbs of the corpse, and the left forearm was taken away. To vent his anger on someone, this anger stems from his inability to do anything to that person. Maybe it is temporary, maybe it is forever. What about the wax plate?" He asked as he prepared to go out.

Lestrade took an evidence bag. Based on previous experience, they searched the scene specially this time, "Take your left hand away, and you will no longer be able to pull the rope to escape. W"

"An artist who thinks he's poetic?" Sherlock snorted, putting|putting his hand into the pocket of his coat.

"You left just like that?" Lestrade couldn't believe it.

"Detective, your suspect is very cunning, he should have received professional training, so far, there is no better way than to wait." Sherlock stopped a taxi, gave an address, and then he started Edit text, "I want to meet you at your club, SH." The recipient is Mycroft's assistant lady.

☆、35 Sherlock VS Mycroft

"What made you come to me in such a hurry, my brother?" Sitting in the reception room of the Diogenes Club, Mycroft took out a brass pocket watch, looked at it carefully, and then snapped it shut on, "Before 11:30."

"Don't make it sound like you care about normal business hours," Sherlock said, his eyes sweeping quickly across the room before returning his attention to his brother, "What did you have Wilton do?" Sherlock, he'd never be able to beat around the bush with Mycroft.

"Mummy will be glad you care so much about your family," replied Mycroft, sinking comfortably in the armchair, "he's as free as you are, and, may I remind you, Wilton is of age." He doesn’t need to report to anyone where he went and what he did.” Having said that, Mycroft still put a question mark in his heart, and his two younger brothers also had interesting things to say, they obviously cared about each other, They are concerned, but whenever they want to express something, they always seem to want to expose each other's shortcomings.Like right now, Sherlock is behaving exactly like when he came up to his room when he was seven and told him he saw a footman stealing from the house.

"Including the Palace of Eros?" Sherlock opened the corner of his mouth maliciously, "You and I know what kind of habits Wilton has, how could he appear there without someone to guide him!" This is Sherlock's credentials, although he doesn't know Why, but his younger brother did show his dislike for modern technology from a very early age, so he even seldom went out for a while, because as long as he went far, he needed to use a car or a subway. .Although this problem gradually got better as Wilton grew up, it has become a habit of him not to go out when possible.

Except for a "special period", even in Las Vegas, such Wilton only went to the underground boxing ring. Casinos and those pink hotels were never his interests.Both Mycroft and Sherlock knew this.

So there is a problem with how Wilton, who appeared in the Eros Palace last night, got in. Even if it is not the theme of control and being controlled, the Eros Palace is also a place where sex workers stay for a long time. Such a place, if it is not necessary Or if someone leads, Wilton won't show up at all!As for the condom... Sherlock couldn't help but his face turned black. After returning yesterday, because of the doctor's pressing every step of the way, he rarely thought about their experience in the Eros Palace. Now think about the location and location of the condom. He suddenly had a very reluctant guess about the layout of that weird room—could it be...his little brother...was just watching the whole process...

No, maybe not just his little brother... Sherlock just couldn't stand his own stupidity.Yes, his rare use of the word stupid!If John knew someday, no, he never would.

"Sherlock, I didn't ask Wilton to do anything. He has grown up and is no longer a teenager. Let me say that even if he is a teenager, as long as he wants, Eros Palace will not reject him." Yes." There is no need for Sherlock to explain what the Eros Palace is for, Mycroft naturally knows, not only does he know, he also found the shadow of the Karl family behind the Eros Palace through this period of investigation.It's just that he doesn't plan to tell Sherlock yet, just like Wilton, Mycroft is quite willing to watch his brother struggle in the trap he dug for himself, as long as it doesn't hurt Sherlock's life. Especially when he saw from the surveillance that the doctor had bought the ring.

"You know what I'm talking about," Sherlock waved his hand a little irritably, "Lestrade's case, the latest sentence of the body this morning, I saw this at the crime scene," he took out of his coat pocket "Guess where this came from? The Palace of Eros last night." This is the real reason why Sherlock came to Mycroft, although until now there is no evidence to show the truth of the case. The killer has nothing to do with the previous case, but everything he encounters since the pool incident seems odd.

Of course, most people may feel that Sherlock is making a fuss out of a molehill, but Sherlock understands that this is just a deductive method reminding him that there are still things in his subconscious that he has ignored, such as the stolen plan, Moriarty's threat, The sniper, Wilton's return, the case of the twins, the unnecessary warning... Sherlock knew there was some connection right after them, something that hadn't surfaced until now, but he Confidence is only a matter of time, since the thing can't bear the loneliness and starts to stretch out its claws.

"What else did you say!" "Snap", with both hands propped on the table, Sherlock's whole body is like an eagle with spread wings, enveloping Mycroft who is sitting behind the table in a menacing manner, " 'Meddler dies', I received a warning, but that warning was not for the twins case, but for the swimming pool incident, and Michael and Fitzwilliam's death can only be regarded as a message," he stared at Looking at Mycroft, "You haven't had a 'heart-to-heart' with John for a long time, even you haven't stepped into Baker Street, something has blocked your footsteps, the tail of MI[-] hasn't let you catch it, why? ? No, of course you won’t be able to find it, who would escape the hunt of the big devil and cast a long line to catch big fish, what happened later, or what happened related to my case?!” A series of Analytical reasoning poured out of Sherlock's mouth, and in the end, his entire body leaned forward, looking full of oppression.

It's just that Mycroft didn't change a bit. He rubbed his hand against the handle of the umbrella, "I thought you weren't interested in my work. Besides, I'm just a small government employee, and what I can do is really limited."

"Of course I'm not interested in your 'job', unless it's my case!" Sherlock insisted, "Also, don't talk to me about the staff, you stalk those politicians like a web-spinning spider." Firmly tied|tied to your network, why, I was wrong, Your Excellency the British Government."

"Sherlock," Mycroft finally felt a little helpless in the face of such an overbearing younger brother, "I swear in the name of Mummy, I didn't arrange for Wilton to do anything." To bring Sherlock into it, especially now that his brother was preoccupied with life's events.It's just that Sherlock didn't appreciate it, he was still staring at him, and he gently put the phone on the table, Sherlock's meaning was obvious, either Mycroft told him, or he hacked into MI[-] by himself .

The two brothers stared at each other for a while, and finally Mycroft gave in first. He put the coat of arms ring that had never been taken off from his hand and put it on the table with a special voice. The rhyme, "'Meddler dies', I received the same warning, Sherlock, their target is 'Sherlock Holmes'." Mycroft had no choice but to tell the other party's purpose so briskly, Although he already had an idea, he had an intuition that it wasn't just that force behind the whole thing, so he didn't allow to wait, and tolerated those little bugs that had been exposed a long time ago to be triumphant in his empire.

After paying such a high price, Mycroft cannot let the plan go wrong, and Charlotte