sherlock holmes brother

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"You..." Jackal Tou seemed to be choked, but he immediately continued, "In this case, then we..." Before he finished speaking, his mobile phone rang, and Jackal Tou took it out to have a look, and then The voice was aggravated, "When I come back, the game will start!" After he finished speaking, he left in a hurry.

"Honey, it looks like it's aimed at you. Your charm is really not small." If there are only a few people in London who are qualified to stand on Moriarty's chessboard, then his boyfriend is definitely one of them. One, although this man is just a college professor.

"It's not me that he's interested in, but the fiancé who betrayed his 'fiancée'." Wilton kissed Moriarty's lips jokingly, knowing that he had only two fiancées, and one of them was taken away , so in fact, should he be grateful for Sherlock's lies?At least the identity of the man with the jackal's head was not a secret to him at all.

"Oh." Moriarty raised his head slightly, enjoying the kiss lazily.While deepening the kiss, Wilton pressed a small spot under the skin of his left forearm. He hasn't gotten tired of this game yet, so he doesn't need to involve his elder brother.Although his eldest brother has always been a qualified family member, if he is really involved, he will be completely useless.

The author has something to say: [Note 1] That...was...amazing..., this is really amazing~ Why do you all understand English 23333333

[Note 2] beatles, a pun, originally meant the Beatles in English.

[Note 3] Hansel and Gretel are sprinkled with breadcrumbs on the way out, taken from "Grimm's Fairy Tales", the story of breadcrumbs.Hansel and Gretel's father married their stepmother, and the stepmother asked their father to take them to the depths of the forest if they wanted to abandon them.In order to go home, Hansel left bread crumbs on the way every day to record.

☆、Wilton's first trial (catching bugs)

"Sherlock, do I think it's not good for us to do this?" Watson asked the people next to him in a low voice while looking around.Sherlock's slender fingers jumped on the BlackBerry keyboard, and he turned around to give a welcome gift until a "beep" sounded, "By the time Lestrade applies for a search warrant, the clues that may be left in this house may have already I was cleaned up, please allow me to remind you that you didn't stop me just now, and you even helped me look out. So, Mr. Accomplice, let's start working."

A flurry of words swept across the living room from Sherlock's mouth, and finally he threw Watson a pair of rubber gloves.Watson was trying to control his urge to roll his eyes, and God knows why Sherlock was always wearing weird things, and he didn't even have a bag with him!

Complaints are complaints, Watson's movements are still very fast, the two of them divided the labor to check the living room and dining room on the first floor, and went up to the second floor after making sure that nothing was found.Sherlock didn't hesitate between the bedroom and the study, and Watson followed him in.

Gothic bookshelves extend from the wooden floor to the ceiling, and the bookshelves on each floor are full. There is no computer on the large desk, and some papers are scattered among them.Watson noticed that although the papers were handwritten, every letter seemed to have just been typed out of a typewriter. Except for a few sheets of different colors, they showed their perfection at every angle.

"Professor Fitzwilliam is indeed very interested in the history of ancient Egypt." Watson took a cursory glance. The books on the bookshelf were not classified according to subject and content, but seemed a bit messy at first glance.But when he looked carefully, he found that the books were sorted according to the alphabet of the titles. Although books with different contents were mixed together, judging from the contents marked on the spine, the contents related to ancient Egyptian history and psychology basically accounted for each. half.

"John." Sherlock's voice came from another room, and Watson realized that the detective had left at some point.Following the sound, he walked into another small bedroom with a simple double bed in a white rural style. There was a small desk by the window. The style of the desk seemed to belong to the last century. When Watson came in, he was just See the detective holding a magnifying glass and looking carefully at something on the table.

"What are you looking at?" Watson noticed that the detective remained in the same position for several minutes.

"Rome," the detective's voice was somewhat absent-minded, which also meant that his brain was spinning at high speed, "this is a small desk with history, which does not match the age of other furniture in the whole house. There is a scratch on it, Rome, of course, Rome may not only be the city of Rome, it may be Roman numerals, Roman history, the Holy See, art..." The following words became faster and faster, and Watson could almost see between the gears representing reason in Sherlock's brain Pale golden sparks appeared from the rubbing of the detective, he didn't speak, the sunlight came in from the window opposite the desk and hit the detective's face, showing a pale yellow tenderness.

"Narcissus [Note 1]...." Watson himself didn't notice that he said what was on his mind.

"Narcissus? Oh, no, my dear doctor, Rome is nothing like the people in ancient Greek mythology..." Before Watson could react, he felt that the light in front of him was suddenly blocked by something Yes, and then a wide embrace wrapped his whole body in it, with such force that his nose was a little sore from hitting the opponent's shoulder.

"Roman City, my dearest doctor!" Sherlock hugged Watson vigorously and then let go quickly, because he suddenly got a clue, his tone seemed to be singing, "She-wolf baby[Note 2], It's not that Mrs. Jones didn't leave clues, she left too many, oh my god, she's definitely one of the loveliest old ladies I've ever seen, certainly not Mrs Hudson."

Watson seems to have just realized that he's done a hug with his roommate, and for his dead mother's sake, that hug definitely ranks among the top three on the list of "things you shouldn't do with a roommate."His face turned red uncontrollably, the pullover seemed a little too hot, so that he couldn't even breathe smoothly, "Xia..." He wanted to ask the detective why he did this, even if it was out of respect for him Grateful....stop, he has nothing for the detective to be grateful for, and sooner or later Sherlock would have figured it out for himself without him, but why exactly?

Watching in a daze as Sherlock quickly put on his coat and walked downstairs as if he was in his own home, Watson opened his mouth a few times but still didn't say anything.What can I say?Could it be that he still thinks that the original declaration "I'm married to a job" is not straightforward enough, and he hopes that a high-functioning sociopath can understand what hugging means in the law of ordinary people.

In fact, Watson also knew that he could not explain clearly what a hug meant, especially when he was still torn between normal life and Sherlock.Alice is completely unprepared before falling down the rabbit hole.But when it comes to Watson, the problem becomes more complicated. Knowing that if he falls into the life he originally designed, he will never see him again, will he still jump willingly?

Watching Sherlock open the door in horror, and walking to the side of the street to hail a taxi very naturally, Watson didn't know what he should be thinking.

"Sherlock, where are we going?" Watson seemed to be asking about the next destination and the direction of the future, and Watson's expression was a little erratic.

"Scotland Yard, it's time for us to meet that Professor Michael." Unfortunately, Sherlock's always keen observation skills seem to have turned a corner here, especially now that he has made a major discovery, all of Sherlock's All his thoughts were on the conversation he was about to have with Michael, and he believed that before the murderer committed another crime, he would definitely catch him.

Not long after their taxi left, Professor Fitzwilliam opened the front door angrily. Although everything was in its original position, the door lock was set so that every time the door was opened, a message would appear on his mobile terminal. Hint, that's why he's pretty sure someone got into his house.

After checking all the rooms, Professor Fitzwilliam thought for a while and took out another mobile phone, and then the screen of his mobile phone flickered, indicating that a new message had been received.Throwing the mobile phone just now into the garbage truck at the door, Professor Fitzwilliam called the police, "Hi, I'm Seth Fitzwilliam, my house has been invaded illegally, yes, it's 53 Rose Street That one." After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone, his voice was full of viciousness, "Mom, trust me, I am the boy you are most proud of."

Not to mention the series of measures Scotland Yard took after receiving the report from Professor Fitzwilliam, Wilton and Moriarty, who were trapped in an unknown location in London, enjoyed themselves.

"What do you think he went to do?" In fact, Wilton was lying on his bed not long after the jackal head left. He did have a boyfriend, but he was always tired of being with another person and did not agree with his behavior. Habit.

"Home, school, parties, Scotland Yard...where else can I go?" Ever since he knew Jackal's identity, Wilton began to try to connect all the clues he knew. Sherlock's deductive method was indeed not his Good at it, but when he used his familiar behavior analysis to recall some previous scenes, some clues couldn't escape his eyes.

"Do you know who he is?" Moriarty scanned every corner of the entire glass box, and at an angle that Wilton couldn't notice, he pressed a small piece of skin under the bulge of the ankle bone.

"Almost," Wilton lazily closed his eyes halfway. He wasn't worried that the man across from him would hurt him. He saw it when he was just walking around, unless the boyfriend in front of him who had been touched all over his body never came back. A knife or a gun was pulled out from under the skin, otherwise in terms of hand-to-hand combat... He somewhat recalled the retention of the underground boxing ring in Las Vegas before he left the United States, he was really not worried, "The problem now Why, or how many people?"

"Partner?" Moriarty liked the feeling of this kind of dialogue very much. Although the other party didn't say everything, he understood all the meanings.Of course he's confident that when he does, "Michael?" He recalls another surname he knows related to Wilton, "I thought you were just a professor." For the purpose, Moriarty did not investigate Wilton too deeply.His name, age, and basic living conditions after returning to England were all he knew. Moriarty didn't even know which university Wilton graduated from!

It's rare that he has the mind to try "the life of an ordinary person"—didn't he see that the consulting detective was tied to the other side by his doctor's assistant using "the life of an ordinary person"?Moriarty also wanted to try what kind of changes such a life would bring to people when the time was right.

However, it was obvious that ordinary people would not be able to let him experience this kind of life. When he met Wilton, it could only be said that Moriarty was really unlucky.

But he won't realize this now. Moriarty now only thinks that his decision to "communicate like ordinary people" after meeting Wilton is really correct. He even wonders if it is the detective Is it because being with the doctor is always so fun that he is willing to take his side?

No, no, Moriarty quickly came to the conclusion that the doctor was obviously not as interesting as his own boyfriend, look, he was kidnapped not long after he established a relationship with him.God knows how long he hadn't been kidnapped. Usually the people who wanted to kidnap him gave up before they even started. Sometimes it's not a good thing to have an overly loyal subordinate.

"Of course I'm just a professor in fact." Wilton's tone didn't change at all. "As for whether you are an ordinary 'company employee'..." He emphasized on the part of "company employee" because they They are already in a relationship, so when Moriarty asked about the other party's occupation, he gave the answer "company employee", "I really don't know that the current company employees can not worry at all when facing kidnapping. Excited."

Moriarty was stunned for a moment, and he quickly recalled everything he had done since he woke up, what he said, what he did, but... "It's not good to guess other people's emotions at will, my dear, I just look calmer, didn’t you hear my violent heartbeat just now?” Moriarty assured that even if he was really facing that Sherlock Holmes, he would be able to blindfold him, Even if not for a long time.

But it's a pity that the distance that almost disappeared during their conversation allowed his emotions to be clearly seen in the hormones faithfully secreted by his body, "Are you just guessing, don't you know it yourself?" Wilton's voice was close to a whisper, "You You don't fear violence, you even enjoy it, whether it's for others or yourself. I believe you don't have much compassion, even for me, so... If it was possible, would you kill me?"

Another unexpected question, Moriarty found that his boyfriend was giving him surprises all the time, "Maybe..." He couldn't help licking his dry lips with his tongue, " When you don't turn me on that much or turn me on too much, I'll kill you."

The author has something to say: [Note 1] Narcissus, the child of the river god and water god in ancient Greek mythology.The myth says he was so good-looking that he fell in love with his own reflection in the water.English is Narcissus, narcissist [I guess you are all familiar with this 23333333

[Note 2] She-wolf breastfeeding babies, the origin of the city of Rome in ancient Roman mythology.According to legend, the king of Rome was usurped by his younger brother and expelled, and his daughter Mars combined to give birth to a pair of twin brothers.When the uncle learned of this, he ordered the twin brothers to be put into a basket and thrown into the river.Unexpectedly, the basket did not sink, and after it floated to the river, a she wolf took the two children away and raised them. They later defeated their uncle and established New Rome.

PS. Ancient Greek mythology and ancient Roman mythology are not in the same system~

At the end of the writing, although Maizi wrote it himself, Maizi still wanted to say, how twisted are you, Mo Niang, third brother, can you really hold it! ! !Think about Juan Fu and Watson every day, either shooting guns at the wall or various nicotine patches, oh, before including all kinds of drugs...

I just want to say...Brother Mai, you have worked hard, no wonder you always need to eat sweets, how can you live without sweets with such two wretched younger brothers! ! ! (Brother Mai: What did you say? What happened to my brothers? Maizi: No...Your brothers are fine everywhere! (┬＿┬))

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The last small theater is presented, and the brain hole is slightly bigger recently

Title: About the Hypocrites

Curly Blessing: The Hypocrites

Third brother: what's wrong with that, it's okay when your pretense makes the people you care about happy

Juanfu: Huh!

Third brother: (loudly) John, my brother just said that you don’t have to go to the supermarket this afternoon, he will buy the milk.By the way, he knows that you have been looking at the clarinet in the musical instrument store next door for a long time, and he will bring it back for you.

Watson: (voice of surprise) Really?Great, tell Sherlock I'll pay him back.

Third Brother: All right!

Volume blessing: hypocrites.

(Watson comes out after 10 minutes)

Watson: (with a ruddy face and happiness in his eyes) Sherlock, do you really volunteer to go to the supermarket to complete our shopping tasks for next week~

Juan Fu: (face is ugly) yes

Third Brother: Hypocrites

☆、Aggrieved Moriarty

"Oh? How would you kill me? With a gun? Or with a knife?" Moriarty raised his eyebrows high, obviously Wilton's question was not a temporary one.

"Use those metal weapons invented by human beings to speed up the speed at which they can kill each other?" Since the other party made it clear that he was asking a serious question, Moriarty would also give his own answer, "No, of course not, you are the man I chose. Friends, how could I let those things take your life away." As if he really wanted to kill Wilton, Moriarty became excited, "I will find a quiet place, not here, At least a castle, with a four-poster bed and velvet. Crimson, yes, the color that is close to blood will be the only decoration in the room. Rose petals are a must, and I will tie you to the head of the bed with a gold chain On the top, there is a scalpel starting from every joint of yours bit by bit, cutting along the texture of the muscles. Oh, of course it will not be a short process. Those parts that leave you will be carefully collected by me. Don't worry, that will be the most extreme beauty." In the end, his whole body trembled, and a deep longing ignited in the depths of his eyes.

Moriarty knew that he had always had a desire to destroy fresh life, but so what?He was the only consulting criminal in London, and why couldn't he do as he pleased?

Wilton did not speak, his light-colored eyes looked at Moriarty's, neither escaping nor frightened.Moriarty couldn't help shrinking the distance between them to almost nothing, nose to nose, one panting excitedly and the other calmly exhaling. "What do you think?" His voice was a little hoarse. In fact, Moriarty was not sure what kind of feedback he would get if he spoke his mind so frankly.

Disdain for "the lives of ordinary people" does not mean that you don't understand them. To be honest, if consulting criminals allows him to get in touch with criminals who are the most unexpected in human nature and do not make him feel so boring, Moriarty thinks Sooner or later, he will destroy himself, or the whole world.Fortunately, his reason is still above desire | If everything is ruined, there will be no fun.

So Moriarty tried to find a balance between himself and the world, and now he is in a good position, with opponents, enemies, and countless hatreds, he is like the seductive | criminal in the perfect Eden The poisonous snake takes pleasure in hatred and ugliness.

It's just that this poisonous snake never thought that just when he thought he would stay in the Garden of Eden like this, an angel would appear one day. He had the purest wings, but opened his way to hell road.

"Oh." Wilton blinked and replied a monotone.

"Oh?" Moriarty felt that the atmosphere he had just created disappeared inexplicably, "Oh"....What is "oh"? !The breathing rate of the other party has not changed, the eyes have not changed, and even the faint heartbeat that can be heard because the two people are close... Moriarty really doesn't want to admit it. For the first time in his life, he explained in detail the upcoming The one who was murdered by him one day didn't think much of his description at all!

"Very creative." Perhaps realizing something, Wilton recalled his elder brother's reaction when he was asked about his ideas in childhood, and raised his hand very naturally to touch his boyfriend's head. He narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling good.

This is a memorable day. For the first time in his life, Moriarty realized what it means to be choked and speechless, and the stroking action just now. How could he remember that the last time he saw a client, the other party was So hugging a gray-blue British shorthair cat!Thinking of this, Moriarty's face turned a little blue. If any of his clients dared to bring their pets to see him again, he would directly let him see Satan.

"Just very creative?" Moriarty took a deep breath, only feeling as if something was blocking his chest.

Wilton smelled the other party's unhappiness. He recalled their conversation just now, and added after a while, "It's good that you value me." heavy kiss.

Moriarty felt that the brain he was always proud of was not enough for the first time. He observed and understood human nature, and then he manipulated and played with them, which also gave him an extreme enjoyment.

But here in Wilton, he couldn't feel anything, neither the other party's emotions nor the other party's reaction seemed to be completely out of his expectation.Rarely, Moriarty felt agitated.

It's just that his entanglement is not a problem for Wilton at all. In fact, asking such a question is also not within Wilton's plan. However, since the relationship has been confirmed and the other party is indeed to his liking, then further contact And understanding is necessary.Although Wilton thinks that they will not be involved in things like marriage, but in a relatively stable relationship, if two people's views on things are too far apart, it is very easy to bring troubles to his life

Whether it's the education from the Slytherin pureblood family in the previous life or the Sherlock Holmes in this life, Wilton doesn't like to be troubled. He understands each other as much as possible and keeps his life under his own control. very perfect.

"You don't mind me doing this?" Seeing his boyfriend stand up and start to look around again, Moriarty was so depressed that he didn't know what to say.It was rare for him to ask out his thoughts directly. Based on his experience during this period, Moriarty had a premonition that he would not be able to guess Wilton's answer.

"What?" Wilton, who was looking around and thinking about the way to leave quickly, was a little absent-minded. He casually glanced at Moriarty, who didn't hide his displeasure, "You said you killed me?" Duan? It’s a good idea, and it’s romantic, too.” He really thinks it’s good, think about it, the castle and the four-poster bed are completely in line with the aesthetics of his previous life and this life.As for the subsequent dismemberment, only valuable things will be treated with caution. What Moriarty said has no meaning to Wilton other than to show that the other party really values ​​him.

"You don't believe that I will really kill you?!" Moriarty felt that there must be something wrong with him, and he would be angry one day because the other party didn't believe that he would really kill him.

"I believe," Wilton still didn't look back, his seemingly perfunctory attitude caused a storm to gather in Moriarty's eyes—maybe this boyfriend is not as interesting as he imagined, "but let me remind you , we're not in the castle now, and we don't have a four-poster bed, and you haven't tied me up."

Moriarty suddenly understood, "If you mean that none of this happened and you don't believe me at all..."

"No, I believe," Wilton smiled back at his boyfriend, "you won't have a chance."

"Excessive self-confidence is called arrogance." Moriarty narrowed his eyes, but his mood began to improve strangely.

"If you do it, it's my honor." An exaggerated invitation ceremony, Wilton looked like a gentleman who was going to bring his partner to the ball, half of his half-length black curly hair fell to the front, slightly covering the eyes. out of the edge.Posture, expression, tone... Moriarty could tell that the other party was serious.

Correction, this boyfriend is not as interesting as expected, he is simply too interesting!Moriarty couldn't help standing up from the bed, and walked in front of Wilton. Because of the etiquette just now, Wilton's upper body was slightly bent down, which also made Moriarty slightly raised his head slightly. A feeling of looking down. "You'd better be careful, my dear boyfriend." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and patted Wilton's forearm, as if agreeing, and as if allowing his knight's allegiance.

"As you wish." Wilton pulled the back of the other's hand and kissed lightly. He couldn't bear to part with such an interesting lover, and he didn't even want the other party to let him go until he was tired of playing.

Compared with the "tenderness" between Wilton and Moriarty, the location of Sherlock and Watson is not so romantic.After the routine ridicule of Donovan and Anderson, Sherlock sat firmly opposite Professor Michael, beside him was Lestrade who claimed for the hundredth time that he would "never break the rules again". The method is to let the suspect face a Sherlock who is in a state of excitement alone. Lestrade doesn't know whether he will face a possible murderer who is insane.

"Professor Michael, please write a few words on this piece of paper, the red one, 'Meddlers die'." Watson watched helplessly as Sherlock sat beside Lestrade with a blank expression. , obviously he can ask directly, why does he need to send himself a text message to let him communicate with Michael?Although Watson couldn't figure it out, the obedience from the soldiers allowed him to faithfully carry out the instructions Sherlock gave him.

Moved from Lestrade's face to Watson's, and then looked blankly at Sherlock sitting in the middle, Michael's face perfectly showed what is called confusion, "You...I remember you, you don't It should be Professor Polk's..."

"Sherlock Holmes, consult the detective. This is my assistant, Dr. Watson." Sherlock's eyes were fixed on Michael's every subtle expression. "Professor Pork is an old friend of ours." It was Sherlock's intention to bring up the incident last time, and Lestrade could give him too little information, so he had to find other ways by himself.

"But the marriage proposal that Professor Polk mentioned last time..." Michael seemed like a tape that had suddenly jammed.

Sherlock followed his words, and he was not worried that the other party would say something irrelevant to the case, "It's just a little joke." As Wilton's second brother, he knew very well that his younger brother had no The plan to get married, for the sake of Mycroft's dentist, Wilton's choice not to find anyone in the auditorium is absolutely correct, not everyone is lucky enough to have a child who is not annoying at all like Elizabeth .

"But... But, he obviously brought his fiancée with him during the gathering at Sas's house?" Michael's voice was not very loud, but everyone present heard it.

"Professor Pork was there when you took him away?" Sherlock looked the same as usual, but Watson, who was familiar with him, found that he spoke faster than usual.

"Yes." Lestrade didn't feel anything, "There is a lady beside her, but that lady is standing behind Professor Pork, I didn't see clearly, does he really have a fiancée?" Although This is the interrogation room, but when he thinks that the elegant university professor of the Holmes family is finally settling down, Lestrade wishes from the bottom of his heart.

"Idiot." Sherlock snorted disdainfully, and then quickly pressed his BlackBerry. Lestrade shook his head helplessly, but Watson began to worry—Sherlock didn't even ask him to do anything. arrangement, which is abnormal in itself.

At the same time, the screen of Miss Blackberry's mobile phone flickered suddenly, and then there was only a line of words on the black background, "Where is your little follower?"

"Boss, your brother hacked into my phone and left a message." Miss Blackberry's voice was still flat, but her hands were slightly shaking.

"Hackers coming in?" Mycroft's rare voice was a little high. It was not surprising that Sherlock would text him. What made him feel a little strange was his way.

"Yes," Miss Blackberry adjusted her mentality, "he asked your little follower."

"Retrieve the video near 221C, and the position feedback report from WH3780." Mycroft tightened his hand holding the black umbrella handle, hoping that his little brother didn't forget to go home after playing.

☆, Sherlock's premonition (bug catcher)

In the interrogation room, Sherlock put away his phone after sending the message, the expression on his face remained unchanged. "Professor Michael, write it." Watson knew that this meant that his partner was ready.

Michael took one last look at Lestrade, and took up his pen with his left hand only after the Inspector of Scotland Yard gave him a nod.Watson frowned, and familiar letters gradually appeared under the red pen. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the writing hand was left-handed, he would have thought that the murderer was sitting opposite him.

"Change the other hand and write again." Sherlock's voice, although Michael was a little puzzled, he still started to use his right hand cooperatively.Lestrade didn't speak, but he recalled the report at the scene of the fourth corpse over and over again in his mind, which clearly recorded that the murder weapon was found at the scene, and the dagger was covered with the fingerprints of Michael's right hand.

"Where's your assistant?" Michael began to ask the question before Sherlock finished writing the second time. Watson looked at the two lines of text on the white paper with almost indistinguishable differences, but he remembered Fitzwilliam Those papers on the professor's desk—also like the standard letters typed on a typewriter, the owner of those words is self-evident.

"Susan has been on leave for a while." After Michael finished writing, he carefully adjusted the position of the paper, and then put the pen next to the paper,

"All this has nothing to do with her, she is a good girl, there is nothing to ask her."

"She likes you, maybe she has a confession." Sherlock's upper body leaned forward slightly, like a beast about to hunt, "I went to your office, there are seven books on the far left and seven on the far right of the bookshelf, with different names, The types are different, but the addition of thickness is almost the same; the angles of the two armchairs by the window are 90 degrees without deviation; the angles of the paper and pen on your desk are equally harsh, only a small sculpture with extremely asymmetrical sides is located at The furthest away, you don't like it, but for some reason you can't throw it away; its presence is so prominent, it's like the only noise in a perfect movement, and that's not yours. In the end, except that your assistant hasn't had any lately Someone came into your office, what did she do to you? A perfectionist."

A little embarrassment quickly crossed Michael's face. Watson was very familiar with this expression. Most people would feel such embarrassment when Sherlock mercilessly exposed their old background, "We just want to find out the facts, you know, we The more information you have, the better for you."

Maybe there is always a calming power in Watson, Michael took a deep breath, "Susan has been my assistant for a few years, and we have a very pleasant cooperation. Yes, she likes me." , but I prefer the Julia type. You're right, the figurine was a gift from Susan, and I tried not to hurt her without being able to reciprocate her affection. Until a few weeks ago...  .” He squeezed his hand. “Julia called my office to ask about the support group, and Susan slowly found out about our relationship. She was very impulsive…”

"A jealous and disappointed woman, a guilty man after being caught cheating, you imprisoned her, then strangled her to death, then wrapped her in sackcloth and burned her." Sherlock spoke faster and faster , the voice is full of decisiveness.

"No, I didn't!" Michael shouted excitedly, "Susan is like my sister, we did have an argument that day, she can't understand what happened between me and Julia, I'm sorry," he tried to restrain himself "She said she loved me, but I said no, we were not suitable. Susan cried so much that I gave her a holiday and I never saw her again."

"The last question." Rarely, Sherlock didn't say anything to ridicule Michael's "excessive feelings", "You are obviously a left-hander, why do you deliberately let yourself use your right hand?"