[Comprehensive Yingmei] I became the white moonlight of the superheroes

Once the flood gates were released, it completely submerged Mycroft with an unstoppable momentum.

It was like rolling seaweed wrapped around his feet and pulled him into deep water.Mycroft's emotions had been brewing for too long and buried too deep. He was struggling under the water, and a surge of suffocation followed.

call.

Just when he was about to lose his breath, the tide finally receded, and he subconsciously clung to what he could grasp, gasping for breath in the air he finally felt.

"Daisy, you did it to me..." Mycroft looked at the face in front of him in disbelief, maybe it was because of suppressing it for too long, or maybe it was some other reason, the alarm bell in his brain rang loudly, The danger signal keeps flashing.His brain swelled suddenly, and his ears were filled with all kinds of noisy voices, which made him upset.

"It's too noisy." Mycroft frowned, his vision was still blurred due to the disturbance of the central nervous system, and his mouth was extremely parched.

He tore off his tie, breathing in a disorderly manner, and the person who was sitting across from him ran over in a trance, looking like he was going to support him.

Indeed, if Daisy hadn't supported Mycroft, he would have slipped off the chair.

Daisy's face was wrinkled with worry.

Worse, this is like "retaliatory consumption". People who have never prescribed meat finally eat meat, but don't they know the taste by eating the marrow.

"Mycroft?" Daisy held McCoff's not sober face in both hands, and her palms were wet with the thin sweat oozing from his always resolute and cold face. It's crazy.

Could it be that she not only turned on McCoff's emotional switch, but also turned on the sex switch? !

Daisy maintained the posture of holding her face, and there was a brainstorm in her head.

Mycroft, who was in a trance, firmly grasped the teacup on the table, his fingers turned white, in order not to lose his last sanity.

He totally figured it out, and that's what Olos wanted to see.

——His sister, who has no bad intentions, but is keen to make trouble.

It's really my sister's prank, and I have to bear it with tears in my eyes.Who told him that the character setting of brother controlling sister controlling would not fail.

"Leave...I..." Mycroft panted, trying to push Daisy away.

But Daisy let out a cry of surprise, because she was being hugged around the waist and fell hard into the hot and cold arms of the man.

British men all have thin lips. When this thin lip is paired with an old man full of ascetic temperament, and his ambiguous movements, the atmosphere is immediately dyed charming.

In his self-struggle, Mycroft seized the opportunity to recover his sobriety for a moment.

But the soft touch encircled his neck, and the familiar sweet smell filled his breath, which made him suddenly hesitate, and just sink in like this. Who can say that this must be a wrong decision?

Mycroft's throat rolled unconsciously, and he tightened his hands along the way.

The rosy full red lips were imprinted on his thin lips like this. He couldn't remember who took the initiative first, but when he came back to his senses, the embrace was connected to his heart, and suddenly it was empty.

Daisy, who was thinking "an old man is a good kisser", was startled by the door slamming open.

She supported Mycroft's shoulders and sat on his lap, but her eyes met the death stare on Sherlock's face.

She shuddered involuntarily.

With a guilty conscience, the first reaction of the person concerned is that he is very guilty.

By the time Daisy reacted, she had already been grabbed by the tall man in the trench coat.

The small stick with a slight electric current touched Mycroft's skin, and the stimulation made him finally regain control of the nerve center.

The eyes are completely awake.

"The office chair is a good place." Sherlock's voice was cold, obviously implying something.

Daisy heard his voice perfectly: This is an office chair, not a bed.

She thought embarrassingly: It turns out that Sherlock pulled her away to save Mycroft—no, why is he still holding this hand!

Daisy was held by Sherlock with one hand, and Mycroft's body temperature still remained on the other half of her body. She wanted to withdraw it in embarrassment, not wanting Sherlock to hold her tighter with a backhand.

Watson looked dumbfounded. He clasped his chin with two fingers and pretended to be thinking. He was actually at war between heaven and man. It would be a pity not to post such an exciting scene on Twitter, but he couldn't. .

And the two Holmes sat and stood, not knowing what to say.It's just that when the eyes meet, the dark tide surges crazily.

Until Anthea, who had already left work, suddenly turned back, and she raised the phone in front of McCoff with a solemn expression.

The familiar green pupils came into the eyes of the British government. He gently withdrew his eyes, and took the initiative to hand Daisy to Sherlock with a natural expression, and then left.

Although the number was unknown, Mycroft knew exactly who it was from.

According to the location prompt, the driver drove into an abandoned underground garage.Mycroft opened the car door calmly, and the black figure almost blended into the dark environment.

In a dark and humid environment, the sound of ticking water can be heard from time to time.

Right in the middle of the garage, a black mass of something sits on a lone cardboard box.

Mycroft recognized at a glance that this was "Moriarty's separate computer" as Daisy said.

Sure enough, as he approached, a beam of bright light suddenly shot from the right side, and the cars waiting here turned on their headlights, causing him to narrow his eyes slightly, and his eyes became more and more dangerous.

The lights inject soul into the stage, and the performers make their debut.

Moriarty, wearing black sunglasses, appeared in the field of vision, and the Bluetooth headset played shocking music-Iwanttobreakfree (I want to break free).

"Long time no see, Mr. Government." The criminal prince opened his arms and made a gesture of hugging, "The curtain is opened, and the show is about to begin."

He smiled slyly, pressed the laser pointer in his hand, the computer screen in front of the two of them flickered, and a video popped up suddenly.

"Jim! Give it to me...I want it!"

The delicate and soft female voice resounded in the extremely quiet venue, the ambiguous voice was mixed with a few low gasps, but the picture was pitch black, which made people dream about it even more.

They all knew very well whose voice it was.

Mycroft's face turned completely dark, and a sullen look was almost ready to emerge from his eyes.

Moriarty put his hands in his trouser pockets, and he hooked the corners of his mouth with interest, his mood filled with sudden satisfaction.

He had been looking forward to it for a long time, seeing the embarrassment of Mycroft.

Just when Mycroft wanted to strangle Moriarty to death, the computer screen finally lit up, and the picture was just the usual slapstick between lovers.

Even though McCoff had expected it to be a prank, his complexion became even worse when he saw that the protagonists of the couple were Daisy and Moriarty.

"Have you tasted my little fudge? How about it? Is it sweet?" Moriarty's smile gradually changed, "Isn't it very addictive!"

Having said that, he tilted his head slightly, and slowly licked the tip of his tongue along the edge of his lips, as if he was reminiscing about something.

At the end of the recollection, his expression finally turned dark and cold: "Mycroft Holmes, give me back the little fudge, she is not suitable for you."

If sight could kill, the two men in suits and leather shoes must have stabbed each other thousands of times.

Mycroft looked at the other party mockingly and arrogantly, without opening his eyes, "Idiot's talking about dreams" was written in his eyes.

Moriarty gasped a few times, showing an exaggerated expression of frustration: "What should we do? The spokesperson of the British government and the leader of MI[-] actually secretly communicated with the members of the terrorist organization? You said, the people of the British Empire would not agree with this. What would you think?"

Mycroft's eyes were still on the computer, and the picture about Daisy was still circulating on the screen.

He remembered what Daisy said, the final system of [Smart City] is hidden in the most precious and most important separate computer of Moriarty.

Now, he knew why this computer deserved his attention.