sherlock holmes brother

In his opinion, although Sherlock's attitude was not good, the content was correct.

The little girl nodded, but there was no guilt on her face, "Aunt Jim said, we did win by using the rules within a reasonable range."

Lestrade was a little annoyed. He wanted to tell the girl that this was wrong, but he saw Mycroft who didn't intervene next to him, and after hanging out with that man for a long time, he suddenly understood that the other party would not intervene. At least in this matter, Mycroft didn't think Elizabeth was wrong.

"Great! It's Sherlock who didn't understand the rules." Wilton simply hugged the girl, and his second brother still glared at his boyfriend angrily, "Don't be so childish, Sherlock, you know , you’re just not reconciled.” Yes, not reconciled, although Lestrade and Watson still have difficulty accepting this point, everyone in the Holmes family, including Sherlock himself, understands that using everything available, Guaranteed to win within the rules is a very normal thing.

Sherlock was angry because no one would do such tricks at home, so he fell into this trick.

"As I said a long time ago, there are always things that some people think they know, but they don't." Putting the last fragment in the middle of "The Last Supper", there always seems to be something behind Moriarty's voice In addition, "If you are interested, maybe we can find time to talk alone." The second half of his sentence was not loud, only he and Sherlock could hear it.

"What are you talking about? I'm not interested in the details between you and my brother." Sherlock replied coldly. In his opinion, the most hateful thing about Moriarty was not the past between them, but his feelings for him. Invasion of one's own home.

"I don't want to show off either." Moriarty glanced at Sherlock's lower body meaningfully, and then his voice became softer, "Eros Palace, Karl, do you think what you found is the end?" said Without waiting for Sherlock to react, he turned and joined Elizabeth and Wilton who were joking.As for Mycroft, he was talking to Lestrade just now.Watson was occupied by Mrs. Holmes, and the only old lady who saw the conversation between them just smiled mysteriously and didn't pay any attention to it. Anyway, it was some small fun among the children. But there's no need to expose them.

No matter how unwilling Sherlock was, he still lost the game. As a punishment, he who was assigned to decorate the Christmas tree forcefully hung up a little angel's pendant, with an undisguised disgust on his face.Watson, who voluntarily stayed, smiled, and since there were only the two of them here, he said in a low voice, "Don't be so childish, my dear Xiali." It was just a nickname, and his face turned red.Sherlock turned around and saw his flushed doctor. He felt that it was not worth being angry because of Moriarty. Look at his doctor. Maybe he should do something on this wonderful night?

The two people downstairs were getting better and better, and after returning to their rooms, Wilton was not so lucky. For the first time in his life, he was restrained|bound by his boyfriend—the one he personally The dark green tie that was tied up is now neatly tied around his own wrist, and he is lying on his back on the four-poster bed full of classic atmosphere, with his boyfriend who is smiling maliciously pressed on his body.

"Preparing such a big surprise for me, how do you want me to thank you?" Moriarty added emphasis on some words, "Mr. Wilton Holmes." He has always been a narrow-minded person, even if he is He didn't ask himself, but Wilton's refusal to say it was definitely his bad taste.Don't look at his boyfriend's gentle and polite appearance, in essence he is definitely more moody than himself.

"You like it very much, don't you?" Wilton acted as if he didn't care about his boyfriend's "anger". It's not a secret at all.

"I wanted to ask a long time ago," Moriarty didn't struggle when he realized that he was only narrow-minded and not an angry disguise, "You seem to be very good at judging other people's emotions. I tried it, then It's not the so-called 'deduction', it's not behavior analysis, and it's also not expression, my dear, maybe you tell me what it is and I'll let you go." His voice was full of curiosity, this question has been entangled with him for a long time, originally He always felt that he could guess it sooner or later, but considering the progress of some things, I'm afraid he didn't have time to wait.

"A little trick," Wilton twitched his nose. He didn't intend to tell Moriarty at first, even though he didn't think it was a secret, but his boyfriend did a good job tonight. , becoming a Sherlock Holmes sounds very tempting, "But are you really not going to let me go?"

Although his movements were not large, Moriarty still noticed it, "Smell?" , No, he couldn't ask anything.

"I have never been bitten by a mutated spider, nor have I worn my underwear outside," Wilton stood up slightly, looking at his boyfriend suggestively, "You will gain if you pay, and if you want to get an answer, you need to come up with something Your sincerity."

Because of the angle, Moriarty sat astride Wilton's waist after he tied him up. Following his movements, something soft but hard touched Moriarty. buttocks.Passion | desire is like a prairie fire that burns from the place it was touched. The afternoon tease, the flirtation before dinner, and the victory over the consulting detective just now, all these add up The burning in his body was getting hotter and hotter. With Wilton's aggressive eyes, Moriarty felt like a teenager who had seen the beauty of sex|relationship for the first time, wishing to hand over his soul.

"What do you want in exchange for my sincerity?" Moriarty spoke again, and found that his voice was completely hoarse. He watched his boyfriend deftly untie his tie, and then directly kissed him with a deceitful kiss. Stuffed himself in, not enough foreplay, not enough lubricated, he was even just taken off his pants, but this kind of painful invasion made Moriarty feel different gentle.

"Myself." At least at this moment, Wilton was sincere. The man on his body was like a good poppy. He knew the danger but exuded an astonishing attraction, which even made him want to imprison him. |Banned up, I can only see myself alone.Wilton has no doubt that even if Moriarty is really restricted, he will still make himself live well, but he knows that only when Moriarty walks into the cage he created will make everything better. Sweetness, not a dangerous trap behind a sweet disguise.

Moriarty fell under the contrast between the increasingly gentle kiss on the lips and the increasingly fierce movement of the lower body. Before being sent to the top, he vaguely heard his boyfriend say, "I can smell your truest emotions from the hormones you secrete, so, honey, don't betray me easily, it won't be fun."

In a trance, Moriarty thought of the issue of his "deceived" surname, and the plan that sprouted after seeing Sherlock just now, he smiled maliciously in his heart, don't tell me what is interesting or boring, if you haven't fully grasped Before me, my dear, I will tell you what is really interesting.

☆、53 Moriarty's Invitation

A Christmas that was full of surprises for some, but full of fright for others, finally passed. Before parting, because of Elizabeth's reluctance, Moriarty had to agree to several conditions. Of course, this has another meaning in Sherlock's eyes.

"Stay away from my family." In an unnoticed turn, Sherlock warned Moriarty, but the other party didn't seem to care, "You should tell your brother, after all, the relationship between the two of us I'm not one of those." Moriarty didn't mind disclosing details at all, since he found talking about intimate affairs with Wilton embarrassing to the consulting detective.

Sure enough, Sherlock seemed to have been punched by someone. It was not that he was not good enough to accept, but that his brain, which has always been good at deduction, started to operate completely uncontrollably after receiving Moriarty's suggestive words. Never in his life had he hated his own ability as much as he did now, and neither Moriarty nor his younger brother could accept the people who appeared in the picture.

"Don't be so naughty." At this moment, Wilton came from behind, took him into his arms, and touched his nose affectionately, "He is my brother, you should respect him."

Moriarty showed incomparably well-behaved at this time, "Brother." He called seriously.

Sherlock's face turned green, and Watson saw that the situation was not good and found an excuse to force the detective to leave. After this Christmas stimulus, although he knew that Moriarty was not a good person, Watson had to Admitted that if being with Wilton would keep him from bothering Sherlock, he would rather forget everything that happened to them before—even if the doctor has a strong sense of morality, but in the end, Moriarty is just consulting criminals. , and when his moral sense conflicted with Sherlock, look at the taxi driver who was shot and killed by him, Watson was never just a doctor.

"Wilton, be optimistic about your boyfriend." Unlike Sherlock who clearly saw the result but refused to accept it, what Mycroft considered after the initial shock was how to expand the result to achieve the ultimate goal. good purpose.No matter what the antecedents are, it is foreseeable that Moriarty will become his "sister-in-law" now and very likely in the future, so can the resources represented by Professor London be open to him, even in Karl Whether the person behind the family can be found out by using Moriarty's network can be considered.

"Of course, I will let Charon contact you if there is something to do." It is Charon, not Harry. As Mycroft's younger brother, Wilton undoubtedly understands his eldest brother, and the other party's consideration is certainly not a secret to him. But his eldest brother is not a person who really lives in the underground world after all. The underground world has its own rules, some of which cannot be easily broken.That's why he mentioned Charon, the subtext is that he will use Hades' identity to be optimistic about Moriarty, and with the tacit understanding between "Hades" and the "British government", he believes that Mycroft understands what he said Everything you want can't be obtained from Moriarty.

Moriarty, who also understood the subtext, smiled very seductively. His boyfriend is really thinking of him, but whether he is willing to appreciate it is another matter.

Not long after Christmas, Wilton moved out of Baker Street and moved into the villa furnished by Charon. During this period, Moriarty brought Moran over several times, but for some unknown reason, Moriarty never Explain that Wilton is Hades himself.Charon happened to be away when Moriarty and Moran visited, so Moran was full of entanglement every time he saw his boss and Wilton being sweet - the declaration of Pluto's ownership had already spread in London , along with Paris's video on the Internet, everyone felt the bloody aura behind Pluto - the professor who tampered with died.

Of course, everyone also understands that according to the rules of the underground world, it’s fine if Moriarty himself loses, but if someone takes Professor London to his bed as the ultimate goal, then he has to weigh whether he intends to Bought a one-way ticket to hell.

However, not everyone is intimidated by such warnings. Often some people like to steal other people's things, and the more difficult it is, the more interested they are.

A month later, in 221B, Watson walked downstairs in his dressing gown, and Sherlock was still loitering in the living room in only his blue silk pajamas.

"Morning." Walking over and exchanging a good morning kiss naturally, Watson looked at his boyfriend who was holding a teacup in the living room, oh, he likes the word boyfriend, and he simply felt that life couldn't be more comfortable now.

"Morning." Sherlock replied lazily. He had to admit that it was a mistake to think that the so-called family life was boring. The life with his John was not boring at all. They even went fishing together last week. You know He used to think the act of foolishly holding up a fishing rod and waiting for something to hit it was so boring, but it was so much fun when his John was by his side.

He pursed his lips reminiscently, Sherlock didn't know that there was a smirk on his face that he could never do before, Watson was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and missed his dear boyfriend When the truth is revealed.

"Ding——" the phone vibrated slightly, and Sherlock's "John, phone" was already in his throat but he swallowed it back. His John was busy, and it was rare for a detective to find himself checking whoever sent it. Information.But when he did open it, Sherlock was sure today was his lucky day, and Moriarty, who signed it, made it clear why this message should not be seen by his doctor.Pressing the delete button, Sherlock closed his eyes and recalled the time and place mentioned in the message just now, "Do you still remember what I told you at Christmas? If you are interested, let's talk."

The Palace of Eros, the Karl family... and that "nosy man dies", Mycroft once told him what someone was doing against "Sherlock Holmes", Sherlock once thought it was Karl, but when Karl really He didn't feel relieved after falling - something was overlooked by him.The last time he felt this way was about Wilton, and it turned out that the person he ignored had invaded his family, so what about this time?The doctor was implicated when he was just his assistant. You must know that John is his boyfriend now, and of course he may be her husband in the future. If it is John, he really will not reject this statement for the rest of his life.

With clasped hands on his chin, the detective has already entered a state of preparation for battle. He is Sherlock Holmes, and he is never afraid of challenges.

A few hours later, while Watson went out to buy milk, the consulting detective came to the address on the message alone, a dilapidated small apartment, with dodgy eyes in the shadows, the lines of Sherlock's side face tightened , he is familiar with that look, but he is also sure that he will never belong to those.

"Please come in." After knocking on the door came a voice that Sherlock was already familiar with. After entering, Moriarty, who had just shared Christmas with him, sat on the sofa, and behind him stood a man in a suit.

The tense posture, the angle between the two feet, the slightly forward standing posture, the calluses on the tiger's mouth... That used to be a soldier, Sherlock quickly sat down and judged, "What did you ask me to do?" Sitting opposite Moriarty with a blank face, Sherlock himself didn't realize that after Christmas, he was no longer fully on guard in front of Moriarty.After all, he trusted Wilton, and his little brother would not bring home a threat that he couldn't handle.

"What else can a consulting criminal invite a consulting detective to do? Of course he is asked to accept a commission." Moriarty saw Sherlock's actions, and he curled his lips a little unhappy, but he also knew that he was temporarily She really didn't mean to hurt Sherlock.Even if Moriarty doesn't understand ordinary people, he still knows that he is Wilton's second brother, and as long as he doesn't plan to completely turn against his boyfriend, there is no need to cause trouble for himself just because of interest, let alone Not to mention that he had recently discovered that making trouble for Sherlock was more enjoyable than making trouble for him.

"I didn't know that criminals also need entrustment." This is not at Holmes' house, Sherlock doesn't need to save face for Moriarty, "And the one behind you, your subordinate? Colonel?" Thanks Mycroft The information provided, although there are no photos, but the basic names are still there.

"Sebastian, come and say hello, we will trouble this detective often in the future." Moriarty raised his voice, half lying on the sofa, his posture was indescribably casual .

Moran tried his best to keep his expression within a calm range. A good subordinate shouldn't meddle in other people's business, even...even if the one sitting opposite his boss is the one who was known as the biggest enemy a few months ago!But looking at what he saw just now, it was the randomness that only happens between old friends.No, maybe not an old friend. After all, he knew Moriarty. No matter how he looked at it, he would not be a "good friend" with a detective for no reason, but Moran couldn't think of other reasons for the time being.

"It seems that your subordinates don't know everything." Moran couldn't hide his thoughts from Sherlock's eyes. He asked playfully, "Do you know Wilton?" Then he looked at Moran's expression, "He It's my brother."

Well, Sherlock admitted that he felt much more comfortable, and the other party's expression of being struck by lightning despite trying his best to hide it greatly entertained him, especially the unbelievable and extreme worry, oh, although he didn't know the other party What is he worrying about, but he is very happy to think that he is not the only one who is not optimistic about this relationship.

"Sebastian is a good subordinate," Moriarty changed the subject with conscience, "I thought we didn't meet today to discuss trust issues between me and my subordinates." The plan that came to mind after meeting Sherlock.

The King of Hearts, the Palace of Eros, Paris... and even the threats at the swimming pool at the beginning, they narrated pick and choose, and in the end Sherlock understood that he was being targeted from the very beginning because of temptation, and what happened later Everything is just a more imminent danger. The ultimate goal of the other party is to subvert, but the means and identity... are temporarily unknown.

"What does this have to do with me?" Of course Sherlock wouldn't believe everything Moriarty said, but he wasn't stupid either. Combining the information he got, he easily concluded that his two brothers were against him to varying degrees. He withheld some conclusions.Regardless of feeling angry, Sherlock's quickest reaction was to be defensive.

"No one knows Wilton's identity, and no one will know about me and you." Moriarty looked a little proud when he mentioned this, "Of course, the rewards are huge, I think , you wouldn’t like to always be Mycroft’s knight, wouldn’t you, playing chess, of course being the manipulator is the most interesting.”

Sherlock's eyebrows were raised high, and he quickly understood what Moriarty meant, "How do I know you will keep your word?" He had to admit that if they didn't have different positions, in some respects, They still hit it off pretty well.

"Sebastian doesn't know anything, I've prepared everything." Moriarty pointed to the bewildered subordinate, since he even planned to deceive Sebastian, let alone others.

After thinking carefully for a long time, Sherlock finally nodded, "I hope Wilton won't trust the wrong person." It's not him, it's Wilton, he is a Sherlock Holmes, and he will protect his family.

Waiting until Watson was carrying milk and scones - he received a text message from Sherlock on the way to buy them. When he returned to 221B, he saw the detective talking to Mr. Skull boringly. .

"You quarreled with the supermarket machine again? Oh, and you met Mrs. Turner, what did she say?" Sherlock glanced lazily at Watson, and Sherlock returned his attention to the skull in his hand.

"It's nothing." Watson smiled awkwardly, asking him to say something, saying that Mrs. Turner wished them finally together and asked when they would get married?

"Boring, boring." Sherlock put the skull back, and then lay childishly on the couch.Watson smiled and began to tidy up the things he bought. The room seemed very quiet.Suddenly, "Let's take a trip, to Switzerland! I heard the scenery around there is quite nice, maybe going out for a walk will not be so boring. Those idiots at Scotland Yard, huh." The detective jumped up first, and then seemed to remember Something snorted heavily.

Watson couldn't help laughing. Obviously, the inspector hadn't been forgiven by Sherlock for the Christmas incident, but it was rare for the detective to want to go out for a walk, and he had no reason to refuse. "visa..."

"Leave it to Mycroft, he'll know sooner or later anyway." Sherlock's fingers began to twitch on the BlackBerry, and a few hours later there was a knock on their door, not only a visa, but also a plane ticket, a hotel, and a note, " Happy honeymoon."

Watson blushed, and Sherlock tore it up and threw it into the trash can, "Let's go, John." He held out his hand to the doctor, just like when they first met.

At this time, the doctor surrounded by happiness will not know that it is just a one-way journey, and those things he thought would never happen, still happen.

☆, 54. The Whisper of the Reichenbach Falls

"Sherlock!" Watson heard his voice slowly shattering amidst the roar of the waterfall. His limbs had already begun to weaken, and his eyes were also turning black. It was obvious that his body had begun to remind him of his overuse.Gritting his teeth, he twisted his thigh hard again, and the exhilarating effect brought by the pain has already become numb during the repetition, which vaguely indicates the end of this search.Leaning awkwardly on the nearby mountain wall, Watson closed his eyes. Yes, he is now somewhere in the Alps in Meiringen, Switzerland. He was introduced to him a few days ago, and this neighborhood is the most famous One of the most famous scenic spots is the Reichenbach Falls. Sherlock showed full interest at that time, but unfortunately he didn't care at that time. There are too many things that detectives are interested in.

"Sherlock!" Watson's voice was not loud, as if he was only reminding himself that he still had a task to complete.Traveling in Switzerland is a beauty he never imagined, a small town covered with snow, those warm fires and soft beds, oh, and of course there is a considerate lover|lover, yes, if even Sherlock If you don't know how to observe a person, then Watson believes that the remaining 90.00% of people are blind.And what a detective without spikes can show is definitely beyond Watson's sweetest imagination of his partner. Even in the few days in the small town, Sherlock never called out even a single word of boredom.

Now it seems that it was just another signal that everything was abnormal, Watson smiled wryly, and for the first time truly admitted that he was like Sherlock said, never "observing".If he had really noticed, maybe everything that happened today could have been avoided.

Opening his eyes vigorously, Watson told himself that even if he saw traces of a fight on a small platform next to the waterfall, it would be nothing. Maybe Sherlock left after everything was over, but he didn't have time to wait for him to leave or just forgot. Inform him that, like after their first trip to the crime scene, Watson had to take a taxi and leave because he was forgotten, maybe this time it will be the same?

Trying to convince himself, Watson searched again.

Steep stone walls, messy footprints, roaring water... Watson reconstructed every possible step that happened here based on experience. He tried not to recall the surprise when he woke up in the morning and found himself alone in the room, and I don't want to think about Sherlock's anomaly last night.Yes, abnormal, now that I think about it, although Sherlock has shown full interest and curiosity about sex since they were together, almost crazy entanglement like last night is extremely rare.

Watson was no longer a 20-year-old boy. He had completely lost consciousness in the end. He only vaguely remembered what the detective said, but he didn't seem to say anything.

Later, Watson, who went downstairs to eat breakfast alone, received a letter from the front desk, and that letter was the reason why he was here now.

"My dear John, I am sorry that I have to leave you to go on a solo trip. I cannot determine the end of this trip, so I cannot take you with me without permission. You are my only assistant and most trusted Friend and lover. Without my blogger, I think I would be lost. Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, but wish me luck too. Yours, Sherlock."

To be honest, Watson was intimidated by the writing of this letter at the beginning. You must know that when he had been with Sherlock for so long, he had never heard anything from the detective so politely. like 'tea', 'mobile phone'... and it's not normal to receive such a pleading and earnest letter when it has long ago been something another person needs .Looking at this letter, Watson felt for a moment that he had returned to the nineteenth century.

With everything he had learned, Watson still failed to get more information from this letter, and his heart began to lose its rhythm as time slowly passed. After two hours of fidgeting, he set He put on his coat and walked out the door, asking the detective for possible traces a little bit.Thanks to the fact that there are very few tourists near the town where they live recently, Watson finally slowly pieced together the detective's destination - Reichenbach Falls.

That's why he's standing here, next to this waterfall in the Alps.It is said to be a waterfall, but it is actually a huge crack on the mountain, and the black rocks on both sides look like hideous faces.The water flowed down from a high place, causing splashes, coupled with the coolness of January, Watson himself couldn't convince himself that once Sherlock really, oh no, of course he wouldn't.

Forcibly cutting off his thoughts, Watson looked down where the footprints ended.Sure enough, the messy traces of fighting, the entanglement between two pairs of different shoe prints, finally disappeared at the edge of the small platform, and from there... it was the sound of rumbling water that made it impossible to see the depth of the pool.

Climbing down at his fastest speed, Watson couldn't tell what he hoped to see. His lips were trembling, and he didn't know whether he was praying to find something or finding nothing at all.God seemed to have never cared for him. Less than 200 meters away from the water pool, Watson's knees softened and he knelt on the ground. Drenched and pushed to the bank by the current, near there was a dark green tie with a silver border that Watson had impressed so much at Christmas.

"Moriarty!" Watson hugged the coat tightly in his arms, and then said the name through gritted teeth. At this moment, he even hated Wilton, if he hadn't brought Murray Artie comes home, and Sherlock won't let his guard down.No, it's not right, he himself was too naive, he really thought that the damned consulting criminal would have scruples, he didn't care about anything at all, love might just be a joke in his opinion.

Temporarily locking up his other thoughts, Watson did not give up on further searching. He is a doctor. No matter where he finds a detective in any condition, Watson is confident that he will take good care of him.It's just that...he has to find it first.

A few days later, the MI[-] agents saw a scene they would never forget. Mycroft Holmes, the most reliable and insurmountable boss like a mountain in their minds, actually used that kind of boss who almost ran away. The movement quickly passed through the office, and in his hand, the black umbrella that had been with him all the year round was gone? !Behind him, Miss Blackberry was rarely paying attention to her mobile phone screen, since she had just reported that her boss Sherlock's signal hadn't moved for three full days and the doctor hadn't returned to the hotel, she saw It was rare for his own boss to throw the umbrella on the ground in a rage, his usual smiling face looked a bit hideous, and he could faintly hear the sound of grinding his teeth.

"Don't tell Wilton and Mommy, tell Greg that I'm on a temporary business trip." Mycroft had arranged everything before boarding the plane, and he knew that he shouldn't be too reassuring about Sherlock, and Mycroft didn't want to Know what Moriarty, who was full of crazy ideas, "seduced" Sherlock to do.

But the cruel thing about this stuff is that it's always there whether you want to believe it or not.A few hours later, Mycroft's men found Watson, who had passed out from exhaustion, near the Reichenbach Falls.Another hour later, near the small platform with the most traces, a small button was found. It was wrapped in a small bag with a piece of paper inside, "Take care of him. SH"

Such endless statements almost made Mycroft angry. He knew that there had been some rumors in London some time ago that the consulting criminal was dissatisfied with his repeated losses to the consulting detective, especially after the King of Hearts incident. , Other people behind Moriarty's proxy status seem to be planning to take advantage of this opportunity to do something.But considering his little brother's warning, Mycroft just listened to it.But look at what he has seen now, no matter what agreement his willful second brother reached with Moriarty, he has already stepped on the bottom line of "safety".

As for the possibility that Sherlock had actually dueled Moriarty and fallen over the waterfall, Mycroft hadn't even considered it.This was certainly not because of his blind worry about his relatives, but Mycroft knew very well that for the current Moriarty, he had no reason to give Sherlock a duel.Considering Watson's factors, it is the most unlikely that Sherlock will choose to fight Wilton's boyfriend for no reason.

Oh no, maybe not for nothing.Mycroft squinted his eyes and looked at the note that said "Take care of him". He remembered that Moriarty hinted when he met him last time that the people behind him had been dissatisfied with "Sherlock Holmes" for a long time. Even the initial conflict between them was Moriarty's slow reaction to Holmes' matter.Disappearing, turning from light to darkness, and putting himself in a stronger position, Mycroft easily wove the substance of Sherlock's and Moriarty's deal.

If you want to say why it is so easy, you can only say that Sherlock and Moriarty have left too many loopholes. This is simply telling him, look, we have discussed cheating death, and we know you will be the last one. First come, so the rest is up to you.

The corner of his mouth was raised, it was a warm smile, okay, fine, don't let him catch them, once he succeeds, he will teach his younger brother what to do and what not to do.As for Moriarty, Mycroft didn't even want to give him a sneer. Really thought Wilton was a vegetarian?I still think that the rumors about Hades are all fake, or... well, the quarrel and temper tantrum simply disturb the other party's house.If it is the latter, he needs to discuss with his younger brother the need for the existence of Professor London. In fact, he thinks the name "Persephone" [Note] is quite good. Since it is going to disappear, he might as well give up the name. , Mycroft, who was annoyed by Sherlock's presumptuous assertion, had already begun to vent his anger.

But anger is anger, since things have been done, how to put