[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

When Mycroft came out after whip practice, he saw Hypatia looking at him with a pair of star eyes, and he said, "Hypatia, did you treat me like a joke just now?"

"No, how could it be?" Hypatia lowered her head in embarrassment when she heard the words, and couldn't help asking after a while: "Mycroft, you taught Sherlock the technique of whipping corpses?"

Mycroft smiled and said, "Oh? You think that's it?"

"Isn't it just this?"

Mycroft said with a bit of nostalgia: "Actually, I taught him how to ride a horse back then. But I don't know if it's because the same kind repels each other. He and the horse have never gotten along very well."

Hypatia could only hold back her laughter when she heard the words, who said Mycroft didn't hold grudges! !He remembers all the childish and mischievous things Sherlock did when he was a child, and when it's time to settle the accounts at Christmas dinner, he will find out and laugh about it so that he can eat.

Seeing her giggling, Mycroft tapped her forehead lightly and said, then looked at the blood on her body with some distaste, and said, "Arrange him to the infirmary, I will Go change your clothes first." Then he left.

"Yes." Hypatia replied, watched his brother leave, and then went in. As soon as he entered, he smelled a bloody smell and felt a little nauseous.

Seeing Moriarty on the ground who had exhausted his strength and lost too much blood and passed out, she couldn't help but stepped forward, squatted down, first looked around, and found no one, then couldn't help trembling and touched his face , said with a bit of sadness: "Why are you bothering?"

Moriarty didn't answer, and seemed to be supported by her completely unconscious.As soon as Hypatia helped him up, he felt warm blood on his clothes. It was his blood, it was all his blood, and the air was filled with the smell of his blood, which was rich and sweet. It made her feel nauseous, and wanted to vomit it out, but she still didn't vomit it out.She left the coat and waistcoat that Mycroft had taken off before, and she took off her high heels without anyone's help, and half helped him onto the hospital bed.

Putting him down, Hypatia didn't care about the blood on his body, and immediately called someone to take care of him, and left quietly after she saw that he was out of danger.After leaving the infirmary, the people next to her couldn't help paying more attention when they saw the blood on her body.Hypatia returned to her temporary office, found a set of clothes and changed them.Spreading out the original bloody clothes on the table, she stared at it for a long time, and was momentarily stunned.After a long time, she checked the time, packed up the changed clothes, and went back to Mycroft.

While Mycroft was practicing whipping, Sherlock and Dr. Watson went back to their home. After Watson went to work, Sherlock went to the Diogenes Club by himself, and made up and falsified his own story with his brothers and sisters. biography.

Seeing the history of drug use in bold and black, Hypatia couldn't help laughing and said, "Sherlock, the amount of drug use you wrote on it is enough to die several times."

"I can also come in a group."

Mycroft tapped him on the head, and said: "It's enough for me alone, and if you are in a group, do you really think the reputation is too good?!"

Sherlock avoided Mycroft's hand with a full face of disgust and said, "Come on, bald bear, don't touch me, I'm afraid obesity will be contagious."

"Xiali, do you still remember who changed your diapers when you were a child?"

Hearing this, Sherlock's expression turned ugly, and he said firmly, "Of course it's the nanny!"

"I remember that your nanny had only been working for half a year before you resigned and went home."

"That's Mommy, it's definitely not yours anyway."

"How do you know it can't be me?"

"...to get down to business. Fame is nothing, and collective drug use is a big scandal," Sherlock said.

Hypatia looked at Sherlock's face, and for some reason, he thought of the word "sharp and soft".

By noon, they had made up to about 8%.Mycroft patted the stack of thick paper, and said, "It's almost done, there are still some, let's continue tomorrow. You can eat here after dinner."

Hypatia heard this and said, "I want to be a vegetarian."

Hearing this, Sherlock frowned and said, "Hypatia, you don't really have obsessive-compulsive disorder, do you? You're almost like a white rabbit."

"Where is it?! I'm doing it for next year's spring clothes." In fact, when she thought of the blood on Moriarty's body, she had no appetite at all, but in order not to worry her brother, she didn't want to say it out loud.

Mycroft added with a smile: "It seems that there are fresh asparagus today, just right." After eating, he had to rush back to play house with Moriarty. nothing.

Sherlock asked for a resume from Mycroft, and went home to read it slowly.This is not printed out with a computer in recent years, but typed out with a typewriter in the mid-90s with some yellowing.Sherlock used a magnifying glass to read line by line, denying the possibility of this thing being forged, and then looked at it seriously.

As an official of the eighteenth generation, it is quite normal to have acquaintances all over the country and have relatives all over the government and the public.The wife of Sherlock's grandfather's brother's grandson happens to be a small clerk in the Brighton government who manages national information.As the head of the patriarch, Mycroft asked for an expired document that had already been entered into the computer and transferred it directly without signing for receipt. The return was to sponsor their son to go to school in London, but it was just a matter of money and a letter of recommendation.

This item is a little record of Moriarty's boyhood living in Brighton, which also includes volunteer service records.Moriarty's father was prone to domestic violence, and his biological mother originally had a daughter who was a troublemaker, and it seemed that she was sent to another family to be raised.Where did this little girl go?Sherlock thought strangely, no wonder that guy was so resistant to beatings, it turned out that he was used to being beaten when he was a child.However, shortly after what happened to Karl Bowles, his father died of pneumonia of unknown cause.If Moriarty hadn't done this, Sherlock would have despised his own IQ.Sure enough, it was cruel enough. Even when his father abandoned his wife and son and ran away from home, Mycroft did not do such a thing. Instead, he directly announced his death and cut off his way back.

As computer data, this thing should have been destroyed long ago, but paper data is not necessarily the case.Although this information is also backlogged in the depths of the drawer, as long as you look for it carefully, you will always find it.

Sherlock looked at it for a long time, and when he heard the sound of Dr. Watson coming back downstairs, he quickly put away all these things, and lay on the sofa with his hands together in a steeple shape.

Dr. Watson came up, put down the bag he brought back from the supermarket, opened the refrigerator, and complained: "Sherlock, can you deal with those stumps of yours? Also, can you not use jam jars to fill human stomachs next time? They are a bit similar in color, I'm afraid of getting up in the morning and accidentally smearing it on bread..."

Sherlock listened patiently without saying a word.

After stuffing the things into the refrigerator, Dr. Watson turned around and said, "Sherlock, are you listening to me?"

Sherlock suddenly realized and replied: "Huh? Oh, first, my experiment has not been completed, so the thigh can't be taken away; second, I can't find any other jars suitable for internal organs, and the forma The smell of forest and jam is different. As a practicing physician, you should be able to smell it as soon as you open it. If you can get it all wrong, I will doubt your professional level..."

Upon hearing this, Dr. Watson put his hands on his forehead helplessly, and said, "I'm just a suggestion."

"The suggestion was unreasonable and dismissed."

"Can I appeal?"

Sherlock turned to Watson, showed a mischievous and proud smile, and said in a serious tone: "It was also rejected, and I am the highest court of appeal in the UK."

"Well, then there must be some room for your milk."

Sherlock thought for a while, then waved his hand like a king and said, "Yes."

"..."

After Moriarty woke up, he saw Hypatia dressed in black, with her back straight, sitting in front of his bed in an extremely solemn manner. Her face was covered with powder, and she was pale without a trace of blood. Not happy or angry.Seeing this, Moriarty paused and said, "Are you crying? I won't die, don't worry."

Hypatia glanced at him with a half-smile, and said, "I'm relieved if you're really dead."

After being scolded, Moriarty laughed and said, "It's still very energetic."

"Don't you want to hear Sherlock's story? Ask, I know everything today and I can tell you everything."

"Huh? This is brotherhood?"

Hypatia looked at him steadily, with sharp and bright eyes, with a bit of pride and pride, and said: "Since the Glorious Revolution, my ancestors have served Her Royal Highness Queen Anne for 400 years. 400 Over the years, my family, both men and women, have been fortunate to walk in the court. Now when it comes time to repay the favor, my elder brother will be willing to sacrifice his life, let alone just a few short stories, which are nothing."

Moriarty looked at Hypatia's icy green eyes, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Good Mycroft, for the sake of the queen and the country, he is really a good servant of the queen, even his brother He is willing to betray. I now understand why he can be a senior intelligence officer and I can't, because I am not shameless enough for him."

Hypatia looked at him and smiled, looked at him and said, not angry, but said coldly: "Have you laughed enough?"

"That's enough, go ahead. I'll tell you my story as well."

Hypatia lowered her eyes, looked at the pattern on the skirt, and began to talk about the old things in the past, being careful not to remember wrongly.