sherlock holmes brother

If you can ignore the ferocious expression on his face and control it as much as possible, the whole picture will look quite harmonious.The moment Lestrade saw Moriarty's face clearly, he subconsciously touched the pistol in his waist, but it was a pity that it was empty. At this time, he remembered that today he was going home with his boyfriend. , not only did he have a new suit, but he didn't have a gun or any other weapon with him either.

Then he realized that he wasn't at a crime scene, or anywhere in London, he was at Holmes' house, which should theoretically be the safest lair of MI[-]'s biggest boss, and for a moment he even Thought Scotland Yard really had some kind of mysterious IQ-lowering thing like Sherlock said, otherwise why he couldn't understand seeing a huge mouse in the cat's house, oh, not as a food reserve of course.

People tend to obey something subconsciously when they are greatly stimulated. For Watson, it is Sherlock, and for Lestrade, it is someone he trusts.So he really doesn't remember that he shook hands with Moriarty under the guidance of Mrs. Holmes, and he doesn't remember that the other party smiled happily and called him "Greg". What he should forget most is that he is now side by side with the military doctor Sitting on the sofa, while his boyfriend's mother and daughter were next to the prisoner he should arrest the most, everyone seemed very comfortable.

"As you can see, he is Wilton's boyfriend." God knows what kind of shock Watson's calm tone brought, and he especially noticed the pink princess dress The girl's crisp "Aunt Jim" couldn't ignore Moriarty's complete indifference.Involuntarily, he recalled everything they had experienced when they were trapped together, yes, this man has such an ability, no matter whether he loses his freedom, whether he wears a skirt or a suit, no matter what others call him, as long as he If he finds it interesting, he will fully integrate into it and make himself feel happy.

Lestrade tried to keep his upper and lower teeth from moving in the opposite direction, "I just heard, I mean why did he appear... oh no, he shouldn't have appeared, damn McCrov Special!" Obviously, under the huge shock, Lestrade blamed all this on the boyfriend who always had a plan and seemed to have everything under control.Wilton may not be as normal as he thought, but it is obvious that Wilton is still a good and obedient brother.From the information he had gotten from Mycroft, Wilton had made no secret that he had a boyfriend and was going to take it home.No, it should be said that even if Wilton chose to conceal it, how could the ubiquitous British government not know? !

Thinking of Mycroft leaving himself here alone, and selectively forgetting that he was the one who took Elizabeth away just now, Lestrade has already decided that this is a conspiracy by his boyfriend, a conspiracy to see his own jokes .

Try to straighten your own lip line, Lestrade can also smile insidiously, Mycroft Holmes, just wait for me! ! !

Mycroft, who was innocently angered, sneezed loudly upstairs. Although he did have some bad tastes as Lestrait thought, but in the case of Wilton, he was really serious. It's clean, especially the most tragic thing is that he is the only one in the whole family who doesn't know that Moriarty has occupied at least... one, two, three... three of Holmes' hearts, including his most cherished two ladies.

When the butler's wife appeared in the small living room to announce that dinner was ready, both Lestrade and Watson could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.After the initial surprise and stiffness passed, the two people, who were more or less broken, slowly began to relax—it was Mycroft's (Sherlock) younger brother anyway, and of course they should let them solve it by themselves.

But even so, Moriarty, who exaggeratedly changed his expression to tease the little girl, and praised the rose or the weather with Mrs. Holmes in a long string of adjectives, was still a bit unacceptable to the two of them. The two of them, even if Moran was with him, he would not be able to accept it.It seems that in addition to consulting the moody side of the criminal, more of Moriarty's performance is slowly being unearthed by the Holmes family.

"Dear Greg, John, I hope you are still having a good time." Mrs. Holmes stood up, her face full of innocence, she didn't know the identities of all of them, "Maybe you would like to help me, an old lady, Whereas dear Jim is completely possessed by my granddaughter." She stretched her arm across.

Watson, who already had experience, tried his best to twitch the corners of his mouth. He is not stupid. After slowly beginning to understand, he will find it strange that Mrs. Holmes is a talkative old lady. Don't look at her polite words, use the nicotine hidden by Sherlock Piece swore she would never accept an answer other than compliance.So he simply pulled it up under Lestrade's surprised eyes. Since he couldn't resist the inevitable result, he just accepted it directly. The soldier's philosophy of life made him also start to adapt to reality.

Sure enough, Lestrade, who just hesitated for a moment, made Mrs. Holmes frowned, and then said in a sad tone, "Oh, don't dislike me for being a bit old. I always need to call Russell when the children are away. Mrs. Hall to help, but she does have something to do today, it's okay, I understand." Speaking of this, Lestrade couldn't have no response.

"No, Mrs. Holmes, I'd like to do something for you." Whether it was out of care for the old lady or respect for Mycroft's mother, Lestrade took the other hand of Mrs. Holmes. one arm.Mrs. Holmes smiled contentedly, "Thank you for coming." She nodded and turned to Watson's direction, blinking playfully. She had just seen the subtext in Watson's actions. Of course, Sherlock's boyfriend It won't always be so "good".

Watson on the left and Moriarty on the right when entering the door, Lestrade on the left and Watson on the right when going out, Mrs. Holmes is absolutely satisfied, her sons have all returned home, and everyone has found a partner, Now it seems that they will not be boring together, what better Christmas than this?

A few steps behind them, Moriarty walked with Elizabeth talking, he didn't care at all that his expensive suit had been wrinkled by the little princess's behavior just now, Moriarty was like this, when he liked someone He'll be pretty bottomless at times, and that's before he loses interest in that person of course.

In the dining room, a long table was already filled with food, and Mrs. Holmes sat at the top. At her request, Lestrade, Watson, and Moriarty sat on her right hand in turn. Elizabeth was supposed to be sitting opposite, but the little girl was completely fascinated by "Aunt Jim" who seemed to ignore her every second.Since it was Christmas, she insisted on staying by Moriarty's side, peeking at Mrs. Holmes's face secretly, and the little girl was completely relieved by her grandma's hidden look—Elizabeth was always good at grasping the key points, For example, in the Sherlock Holmes family, only her grandma is the one and only one, and the others, even her father, have to stand aside.

"Mummy, Greg, John," Wilton was still the first to arrive. He naturally walked up to Mrs. Holmes, kissed the old lady intimately, and then nodded at Lestrade and Watson. Nodding, the behavior is still as polite as they have seen each time before.

The power of habitual thinking is huge. Even though Lestrade and Watson knew that Wilton was far from what he showed, they still subconsciously agreed with his gentleness, but in the next second, they The man with gentle eyes walked to Moriarty's side and exchanged a light kiss with a more intimate gesture, "I hope you didn't get bored while I was away, my dear."

Lestrade's eyes widened to an unimaginable degree. Watson simply turned around with a wooden face, not seeing clearly. As long as it is a man surnamed Holmes, no matter who it is, he is a complete bastard!

"Uncle Wilton, what about me?" Elizabeth brought her face closer and asked Wilton to print a kiss on it, and then she motioned for Moriarty to print the other side, "I like Aunt Jim very much, Will Uncle Dun, you can't bully him." The two people who were threatened and protected by a seven-year-old girl were a little taken aback, and then one of them touched the top of Elizabeth's hair, and the other smiled triumphantly.

"It seems that you like this name very much, 'Aunt Jim'." He stretched his voice in his boyfriend's ear. In fact, Wilton was quite satisfied with such a "harmonious" atmosphere. He cared about his family. , he cared about Moriarty just as much, and his family loved his boyfriend, nothing beats that.

"That's another game, Wilton 'uncle'." In the same soft voice, Moriarty swept Wilton's lower body pointingly, the word "uncle" took on an ambiguous color , secretly flirting with her boyfriend in front of his own family, the stimulation brought by this directly made Wilton's breathing a little heavy, glanced at Elizabeth who hadn't heard anything, and Wilton's eyes deepened, "I've always loved playing games, you know, Mister Wizard."

"Oh, it's up to you, my dear shadow~" Moriarty provoked recklessly. After the initial shock, he felt comfortable with the pleasant conversation with Mrs. Holmes and Elizabeth's innocence. Terrific, oh, and maybe count the far more tangled faces of Inspector Scotland Yard and Consulting Detective Assistant.Especially thinking of the distortion on Sherlock's face just now and the possible surprise of the British government that he will see in the future, Moriarty feels satisfied. He remembers that last time at the Diogenes Club, Mycroft sincerely Blessing them, oh, he didn't realize at that time that this big Holmes was such a caring, blessing from his family, he couldn't be more satisfied.

So there was a reason why Moriarty and Wilton were tied together. They had always been very talented in torturing others.

"Wilton, watch your behavior!" The second Sherlock who came to the restaurant took only a few seconds to accurately notice the "physical changes" of his brother.How many secrets can you expect a pair of suit pants to hide from you, especially from the eyes of consulting detectives.Had it not been for the presence of Mrs. Holmes and Elizabeth, Sherlock would have spoken even more harshly, "John, are you all right?" He looked away childishly from Lestrade, his face clearly saying "I'm angry. "

"Sherlock, be kind to your brother's boyfriend." Mrs. Holmes said disapprovingly, and Sherlock reluctantly nodded at Lestrade following her words.He walked to the main seat, leaned down so that his mother could touch the top of his hair, "Merry Christmas, Mommy." In front of Mrs. Holmes, he will always be the obedient second son.

Glancing at Moriarty again, Sherlock smiled at the doctor to calm his emotions. Although Watson would not admit it, he subconsciously relaxed from the moment Sherlock appeared in the restaurant. Together, there is nothing to worry about.

"Sherlock." Before Sherlock sat firmly in his seat, his little niece leaned up and kissed him happily, "I miss you so much, but Dad always won't let me I'm going to see you." The little girl frowned, as if she was really complaining.

But Sherlock would be foolish to believe it, "The angle of the mouth is too high, Elizabeth, you need to practice more." He pinched his niece's face.

Elizabeth, who was exposed, turned her head away unhappily, "Sherlock is a bad person, you shouldn't expose a lady, I don't like you anymore, Aunt Jim is better!" After she finished speaking, she was ready to return to her seat, not at all. Regardless of the stiff body of the consulting detective who was actually her uncle but whom she had never called only by name.

"I seem to have missed something, Jim...Auntie?" At the main entrance of the restaurant, a man in a black three-piece suit stood there. In extreme shock, he was holding the black umbrella that would never leave his side in his hand, but if you look carefully, you will find that the angle of the umbrella seems to be a bit wrong, the point of the umbrella is behind him, as far as this posture is concerned Umbrellas are completely useless.

At this time, Moriarty still felt that it wasn't exciting enough, so he suddenly pulled down Wilton beside him, and kissed him resonantly on the lips, then he turned his head and said in his most sincere tone, " Thank you for your blessing last time, big brother."

☆、51·"Happy" dinner

Big Brother...Big Brother...Big Brother... This name is like a thunderbolt, lingering in the ears of almost everyone in the restaurant.The reason for "almost" is because there are always a few people who feel that such a title is justified.Like Wilton, like Elizabeth, like... Mrs. Holmes, "Oh, my dear Jim, it's so sad that you call Mike 'Big Brother' and not me 'Mummy', Will must be You didn't make Jim happy." With a pout, Mrs. Holmes completely ignored the shock of her eldest son and the stiffness of her second son, not to mention the petrified Lestrade and staring at the plate in front of her to hypnotize herself. Watson.

"Mommy..." Thank you for your biological instincts. The good habit of "Mummy must respond to what you say" has saved Mycroft, at least giving him a buffer time.Like Sherlock just now, Mycroft walked up to Mrs. Holmes to accept a hug, but the black umbrella in his hand poked back and forth at different angles along the way.

"Have a good time." Wilton finally whispered a word in Moriarty's ear. So far, his boyfriend's appearance has made his family more lively, which is actually quite good. no?

Moriarty laughed even more happily. Why didn't he realize that it was such an interesting thing that he didn't know that Wilton was Holmes? Look at Mrs. Holmes, and look at the big and small ones... Oh, no, It was two big Sherlock Holmes, and their expressions were very funny.Honestly, it's a lot more fun than cat and mouse after he goes to consult a criminal provocation.

Finally everyone sat down in the dining room, and the housekeeper arranged for the dinner to be served. Mrs. Holmes looked at their faces one by one, and her voice suddenly choked up, "Merry Christmas, children, the family has not been able to... .Sorry..." She paused slightly, as if quickly restraining her emotions, "I hope you have a good time." Her expression made everyone temporarily put away all their thoughts, and Mycroft was very happy. He was about to return to the state of his patriarch in such an atmosphere. Mommy was sad, and he had to be the one to rely on.

"Hmph, let's forget about boring days, and meet annoying people." Although the content of his words seemed to be unceremonious, his tone was clearly that the child was acting like a baby with his mother, and Sherlock was not slow to respond. , Mommy is sad, he will be that teenager who will never grow up that makes Mommy feel distressed.

Wilton moved his nose, what a pity, he was too far away, so he couldn't judge whether his dear mummy was really sad or just pretending, look at the effect of her words, his eldest brother and two Kodu distracted himself from the shock of seeing Moriarty.The Holmes family were smart people, and once they got past the initial period of acceptance, it was a snap to find a way to get along that made everyone comfortable. "Sorry." He still spoke, even though it was very possible that it was just a disguise, Wilton still didn't want to take any risk. His mommy was really sad.

Every Holmes understood the youngest son's thoughtless "sorry", but whether they could accept it was another matter.Let it go as soon as you see it, Mrs. Holmes readjusted the expression on her face, "I hope you have a good time."

Everyone raised their glasses and celebrated the night for different reasons, and they actually had many reasons to celebrate.This year has been a year of great harvest for Holmes. If nothing else, they are lucky enough to find a partner who can accompany them. The three brothers of the Holmes family seem to have the imagination of ordinary people. There are a lot of things that they don’t get, but they also lose a lot, especially in terms of emotions. Not everyone can bear a Sherlock Holmes and still enjoy it.

It was a quiet but warm dinner. There were not too luxurious meals, but everyone was soothed by the delicious food. Mrs. Holmes occasionally said a few words to this one, and occasionally said a few words to that one, seemingly inadvertently. However, the problem gradually made the atmosphere of the whole restaurant slowly relax. Wilton looked at his own plate and curled up his lips. Well, his mommy did pretend just now, but so what, the effect is very good, isn't it?

"When will you get married?" Just as everyone was slowly relaxing, Mrs. Holmes's quiet voice slammed on the dining table. She had just finished speaking with Watson and turned to look at Lace who was closest to her. Tritt.

The inspector's face began to flush uncontrollably. He looked at Mrs. Holmes's face, as he was used to when answering other people's questions, especially those of a respectable lady. "Madam, we , I mean, Mike..." Now that's all right, in a hurry, even the nickname came out.

"Mommy, same-sex marriage is not allowed under the current law in the UK," Mycroft came out to save the scene. Although he liked to see his lover flushed, but in front of his younger brothers, it was fine. "I'm working hard. ’” With a look at the Inspector, Mycroft finally concluded.

"Well, well," Mrs. Holmes whispered a few words like a child, "then when are you going to adopt a child? A boy or a girl, oh, I personally prefer a boy, you know I have There's lovely Elizabeth." Lestrade was skipped, and the second question knocked Watson down.

The poor doctor never expected that he and his boyfriend would meet their parents not long after they established a relationship.Oh, meeting the parents is not counted, and now you are still considering the issue of adoption. For God's sake, adopt a child?Him...and Sherlock?What was the child's last name, Watson or Holmes? Also, wouldn't it be enough for him to raise a Sherlock who would never grow up? "Ma'am, we haven't..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by another exclamation from the side.

"Tsk tsk, poor John, of course you need to adopt a child, for reasons you and I know, when there is always some dissatisfaction in your life, you will need another place to spend your energy." Sincerely, Moriarty hadn't said anything so sincerely in a long time, if one could ignore the obvious malice in his eyes and the sympathetic look at Watson when he finished speaking.

"Squeak—" The fork in Sherlock's hand screamed uncontrollably on the plate. He was certainly not a fool. Although Moriarty's words were cryptic, they were enough information for Holmes. "Dissatisfied", "killing energy", and the "you" instead of "you", Mycroft raised his eyebrows high, "Charlie, if you need me, don't be polite to me, I happen to know a few He's a good doctor." He said, and he really began to seriously think about this possibility, why didn't he think that the real reason why nothing happened after "cohabiting" with the doctor for so long was because his second brother was in some way , ahem... not too good?

Wilton also put on an expression that belonged to Professor Polk, with a gentle expression on his face, "I also know several psychological experts. Studies have shown that this kind of thing is more caused by psychological problems. I am Your brother, Xiali, you shouldn't have kept this from us."

Swearing on Mrs. Hudson's herbal tea, Sherlock hadn't heard so many "Charles" this year. For the first time, he didn't know what to say. What happened to his Teddy was never a secret from his two brothers - for God's sake Watson had learned to hide something so hard, his mind was written all over His face is gone.

"You should ask Charlie to have a good chat with Wilton about this," said another "Charlie," still from Moriarty, "and dear Greg, maybe a regular meeting would be a good idea too." Fishing?” He seemed to be seriously suggesting, and by the way he pulled Lestrade into the water.

Although he was a bit late, the detective whose IQ was indeed above the average line also somewhat understood, he looked at Sherlock and then at Watson in surprise, "Well, it's not a big deal if you ask me , the most important thing is to keep your mood happy, ahem..." He couldn't continue, especially the smile on Mycroft's lips, as if he was saying that he was "happy" when they were on the balcony last time ".

Moriarty, who successfully pulled everyone into the battlefield, was complacently planning to say something else, "My dear, maybe you would like to try today's lamb chops, it's delicious." Wilton cut off the conversation , Just teasing, it's not fun to push his second brother into a hurry.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes, saw his boyfriend lightly tap the plate with the fork, and knew it was for him to endure.Out of his usual trust in Wilton, Moriarty obediently changed the subject and began to discuss the evolution of butterflies with the little princess.

One sentence made the biggest boss of London's criminal class shut up. Only then did Lestrade and Watson believe that Wilton was really with Moriarty. They didn't know his other identity, they really felt that Well, if Moriarty can do this for an ordinary psychology professor, then even if they don't want to believe it, they can only admit that this is probably the power of love.

"Can't you say something else?" Sherlock, who was forcibly interrupted by Wilton's mouth before he could get angry, snarled at his little brother in a low voice.

"What? Don Quixote and Sancho?" Unlike Sherlock, Wilton's answer was in a normal voice.So, the doctor, who was already bowing his head, buried his head even lower, and Mycroft rubbed the handle of the umbrella. Maybe he can check the difference between "Don Quixote and Sancho" when he goes back?

"I know Don Quixote and Sancho," Elizabeth's voice sounded at this time, "one of them thinks he is a knight, and the other is a knight's servant, but it is not true." It is absolutely unintentional, but the little princess Every point of Watson's nerves, that night in the palace of Eros, oh, of course he didn't doubt Sherlock's "ability", God save him, he didn't really intend to recall that in front of Sherlock's family A couple of hot kisses.

With reddened ears and staring at the plate, Sherlock, who is most familiar with Watson, suddenly understood what his doctor was thinking. He was comforted very well, anyway, he has nothing to do with them, so there is no need to explain to them.With a kind of arrogance of "everyone is drunk and I am sober", Sherlock returned to his dinner, and Wilton also sat down obediently under the warning eyes of Mrs. Holmes. You can play, but don't cross the line for now .

The whole dinner was completed in such a smooth manner. For Mycroft, Sherlock and their boyfriends, this was the most difficult dinner they had in recent years, especially Watson, because Discussion of Sherlock's abilities had even outweighed his shock at meeting Moriarty.As for defense, oh, that kind of thing began to slowly disappear from the moment Wilton shut Moriarty up with a word.Wilton undoubtedly cared about his family, and Moriarty, who was restrained, could not return to the consulting criminal who faced them without any scruples.

"Routine activities, how many people are you planning to participate in this year?" After the dinner, Mrs. Holmes was as excited as a child.

"What are the routine activities?" Watson pulled out of his thoughts and asked the detectives beside him in a low voice. They had returned from the dining room to the small living room.

"Charlie, you have to participate. Every year, your participation is my pleasure." Before Sherlock could answer Mrs. Holmes, he called his name.

"Jim can try it too, he will like it." On the other side, Wilton signed up for Moriarty, and his hand lightly stroked the opponent's palm, which was a guarantee.

"It's fine with Greg, is Elizabeth willing?" Mycroft looked at his daughter.

"Grandma and Sherlock are both very good," the little girl frowned. "Can I be with Aunt Jim?" She looked expectantly at Mrs. Holmes.

"Why him?!" Sherlock, who had been pent up all night and was abandoned by his niece in the choice with Moriarty, finally broke out. His eyes seemed to be shining, and he jumped up. "And why did you call him 'Auntie'? How does he look like a girl?!"

"But his Uncle Wilton's partner, isn't it right, aunt?" Elizabeth blinked innocently, "It's like John is Sherlock's partner, so I call him John." Hearing this, Watson desperately pulled the detective away Now, he didn't want to hear "Aunt John" for whatever reason the little girl was, really, he wasn't Moriarty, he wasn't that well adjusted.

Maybe it was because of Watson's obstruction, but Sherlock barely endured this breath, but it also made him gear up, ready to completely defeat that annoying consulting criminal in the game.

Three big boxes of jigsaw puzzles worth 2000 yuan were disassembled, and then they were mixed together without any hesitation, "Van Gogh, Da Vinci or Gauguin?" The background of the jigsaw puzzle was the oil paintings of the three masters, and they were dragged to be judges Lestrade and Watson stood aside.

"The Last Supper." Moriarty picked first, "There is always something real under the guise, but some people never know it." Mycroft and Wilton, who were sitting a little far away from the beginning of the game, both Unseen, Moriarty looked at Sherlock meaningfully, knowing the detective would understand.

"I still like Van Gogh's "Starry Night", so I'll take this." Mrs. Holmes seemed to have not noticed at all. She picked up a piece of blue, as if she had found some treasure.

"Start." Watson pressed the timer, and saw Mrs. Holmes and Sherlock choosing the pieces in their puzzle without hesitation. They didn't seem to be looking for each piece. After placing them in the proper position they determined, at a speed visible to the naked eye, a small piece of the whole began to appear in their respective hands.

In comparison, Moriarty was a bit slower, with some unsuitable rules, plus the division of labor with Elizabeth.But Moriarty is Moriarty, he quickly grasped the context, he likes this kind of game that tests memory and logic, not to mention the wrestling with Sherlock.

"I need to talk to you." On the other side, Mycroft sat across from Wilton, and what happened today forced him to advance their conversation, "I thought you knew that Moriarty wanted Xia Locke's life." Not reproach, Mycroft knew his little brother, and Wilton cared about them, in his own way.

"I once said, big brother, that he will not be a threat." Wilton shrugged indifferently, "Before everything has become an established fact, Moriarty's threat is just an interest between him and Sherlock. "

"I thought you understood that it would be over to regret it when it happens," Mycroft reminded.

"I won't." Wilton looked into his elder brother's eyes, "At least he has no chance by my side," he nodded his nose, "If Sherlock is really stupid enough to be calculated... Hmph." He snorted awkwardly, protection does not mean restriction, he also has confidence in his second brother.

Mycroft smiled sincerely. His younger brothers were cuter than each other, "Then, I wish you happiness." As the patriarch, at least on Christmas Day, all he had to do was to wish his loved ones well.

Mycroft, who was thinking like this, obviously didn't realize that his two younger brothers had other attributes besides "cute", so that two years later, he wished he could strangle them with his own hands when they were born, younger brothers or something , it is best not to have any!

☆, 52. Sherlock who was "defeated"

The two of them were talking, and the game over there was coming to an end. Although Moriarty entered the state late at the beginning, after all, there were two of them, and Elizabeth really helped after she was fully involved. Soon, before them Only a small part of the middle of the three jigsaw puzzles.

"It's done!" It was Mrs. Holmes who spoke first, she was so excited that she almost jumped up like a teenage girl, her faces on both sides were flushed with excitement, "Oh, I knew these children would let me. "That's what she said, but the pride in her eyes couldn't be concealed.

"No, Mommy, you're the best." Mycroft didn't know when he ended his conversation with Wilton. He walked up to Mrs. Holmes and kissed his mother's forehead lightly.Sherlock and Moriarty, who are still fighting, are not affected by this side at all. In fact, after only the two of them are left in this game, the smell of gunpowder starts to rise exponentially.

"We're done too!" Moriarty suddenly cheered, and he kissed Elizabeth loudly on the cheek, "My dear Xiali, you lost." His chin was raised high, and he was immersed in the In the thrill of defeating the detective.

"Damn it!" Sherlock scratched his messy curly hair irritably, like a demon, "Just one piece, just one piece!" As he spoke, he opened all the boxes and cushions next to him, In fact, shortly after Mrs. Holmes finished, he started to be short of one, but unfortunately he never found it.

"Maybe it was a piece missing when I sold it." Watson leaned over and patted Sherlock on the shoulder, not to mention the detective's competitive spirit, just saying that his opponent was Moriarty, so he had no reason to lose.

As if reminded of something, Sherlock suddenly stopped, his eyes carefully observed Moriarty, and then he suddenly looked at his niece, "Elizabeth!" His voice sounded quite Harsh, the girl flinched but quickly calmed down.

"Grace, my dear Charlie," Moriarty stretched his limbs exaggeratedly, "don't let us think you only scare little girls." He winked playfully.

"Foul, you took that piece, you broke the rules!" Sherlock was unmoved, he glared at Moriarty angrily, it wasn't enough for this man to trick his brother into his house, And now destroying his jigsaw puzzles and winning him over by mean means.

"Elizabeth, did you really take a piece?" It was Lestrade who spoke, and the inspector's brows were already wrinkled.