[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

"portrait?"

Watson and the others were obviously very surprised. They looked at William, as if they thought William was joking.

"It is indeed a portrait," William explained. "There are probably more than 100 portraits of the ancestors of the Stoke family in the past. I have not counted the specific number."

"Portraits of the ancestors of the Stoke family?"

Sherlock frowned thoughtfully.

Seeing Sherlock's deep thoughts, William looked at the time, and it was almost eleven o'clock.

"Sorry, everyone, I have a class to attend, Watson, I'll leave it to you for Sherlock," William said apologetically, "Officer Lestrade, let's go and take the transcript."

After everyone bid farewell to each other, William went to record the notes, and then finished the lesson for the "Little Snakes", and then went to the supermarket, intending to make up for Tom Riddle's milk problem.

Although Hogwarts has milk for breakfast every time, judging from Tom's current situation, it is obviously not enough.

Before reaching the supermarket near Baker Street, William realized that he was being followed. William paused and continued to walk forward, pretending to be ignorant, and added a "protective cover" to himself, Gradually began to deviate to remote places.

Walking to a sparsely populated alley, William could almost clearly hear the sound of the leather boots of the man behind him landing, one click, one click, crisp and loud.

"If it wasn't for the wrong time, I thought you were going to take me to the police station."

Suddenly, the person behind him spoke.

"Moritia?"

William stopped abruptly, turned around, and looked at Moritia with his hands in his pockets in surprise, "Why are you?"

"Why can't it be me?" Moritia shrugged, walked forward, and stopped about two or three steps away from William, "Are you thinking about that woman?"

"Is it written on my face what I'm thinking?" William pouted and said.

"Of course, what you think in your heart will be written on your face, so that people can see it at a glance," Moritia said, laughing, and his eyes became sharper. "That stupid woman is dead."

Although William had heard Sherlock say this before, he couldn't help frowning when he heard Moritia say the same.

"The death of that stupid woman is irrelevant to me, but I will still find the person hiding behind her. You must know that there is a price for using me," Moritia said Here, looking into William's eyes, he continued, "Of course, I know that Sherlock is also looking into this matter, but I will definitely find that person earlier than him, and then..."

"Are you going to kill him?" William said, looking at Moritia in surprise.

"Oh, no, I'm a good citizen, William," said Moritia, shaking his finger at William. "Things like this, of course, should be handed over to the police!"

……

Listening to Moritia saying that she is a good citizen, I really feel a very mysterious feeling!

Before William could feel anxious, he heard the sound of "Didi" from the mobile phone in Moritia's pocket.

"Since someone is looking for you, I'll go first. As for our agreement, let's talk about it next time."

Moritia said, smiled at William, and started to walk to the other side. It seemed that he was walking very slowly, but in fact he disappeared in the alley in just 2 minutes.

Someone looking for him?

When William turned his head in doubt, he saw Mycroft Holmes coming from a distance with a black umbrella in his hand. He was followed by four or five strong men in black, who could be identified as bodyguards at a glance. people like that.

"Good afternoon, Mr. William Stocker."

Mycroft Holmes walked up to William step by step, put the tip of the umbrella on the ground, and supported it with his hands. His silver-gray eyes similar to Sherlock looked at William, "Although I don't want to take such a trip at all, But I think I have to make this trip, you know, Sherlock can be too stubborn sometimes."

"Good afternoon," William looked at Mycroft suspiciously, feeling that there was something in his words, "If you have something to say, just say it."

"I like your straightforwardness very much," said Mycroft Holmes, changing his posture, he stretched out his hand, and the five strong men behind him all stepped back a few steps and stood guard. "Actually, you also You know, I come here every time because of my stupid brother, to be honest, you are in some trouble now, and I don't want my stupid brother to be involved."

"My business is troublesome?" William asked, staring at Mycroft. "You seem to know something?"

"Certainly not, I do not know who has done it," said Mycroft Holmes, "but I have heard that it is a very troublesome affair, with many connections."

"Is it very involved?"

William looked at Mycroft Holmes suspiciously, "Could it involve the interests of other nobles, or the royal family? Otherwise, this matter wouldn't make you come to me so discreetly."

"As you can see," Mycroft Holmes obviously didn't intend to hide anything, he pointed to the bodyguards behind him and said, "In order to come to see you, I specially found a few capable Guy. I don’t know the specifics, but I know it’s definitely not just the British who made it, it may involve people from several countries.”

"Not just British?"

William was even more confused by what Mycroft Holmes said, "Is the Stoke family still involved with foreign countries?"

"I think you should ask your father's old friend, Sir William, about this matter. I think he knows this matter very well."

When Mycroft Holmes finished speaking, he looked at William, and said again, "The reason why I tell you this is that I want to ask you for your help."

"whats the matter?"

William wondered, what was it that made Mycroft Holmes say the word "help"?

"I hope that if Sherlock is determined to take part in this matter, you will protect him."

As Mycroft Holmes said, he nodded lightly to William, "Although we two hate each other, he is my own brother after all, even if his behavior seems very stupid in my eyes."

William couldn't help but smile when he heard this, "I will protect Sherlock, even if you don't tell me, I will do it, after all, Sherlock is my friend!"

"Friend?" Naycroft Holmes just smiled and said nothing.

"You still care about Sherlock," William said.

"No, I just don't want my mother to be sad when she sees Sherlock's body," said Mycroft Holmes. "My mother was sent to Paris these days. If the matter is to be resolved, within this period of time, Solve it quickly."

"I'm sure Sherlock will be fine."

William has confidence in Sherlock.

"Don't put him in danger, after all, he's just an ordinary person."

Mycroft Holmes emphatically clicked on "ordinary people", apparently telling William a fact through these three words.

His wizard identity was found out.

"You know?" William asked.

"After all, you have never concealed it," said Mycroft Holmes. "There have been some things in this regard recorded in British history. I think it is easy to know based on your actions and speculations. Of course, I still remember You blew up my car."

William twitched his mouth and didn't speak, obviously a little guilty.

Seeing this, Mycroft Holmes didn't continue to say anything. He took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, "Sorry, I have a meeting to attend, so I'll take my leave. I hope you will remember our agreement. .”

"Of course." William said firmly.

With William's promise, Mycroft Holmes left with five strong men.

Looking at the alley that became particularly bleak after a while, William's bad premonition deepened.

What is going on with this matter?

Why even Mycroft couldn't help coming to him?

What's more, this incident is not just caused by the British, so who is it?

What's so special about the Stoke family's private collection?

This series of mysteries made William very confused.

He had never heard old Stoke say these things, and even the Sir William whom Mycroft Holmes asked him to find, he didn't know very well, but he only vaguely remembered that he was a friend of his father and had visited the house several times.

All the way to the supermarket with heavy thoughts, after buying all the milk to be bought, William returned home with the things.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a strange young man sitting on the sofa in the living room, and there was still movement in the kitchen.

"...", William.

"...", the strange young man.

Could it be that I opened the door the wrong way?

Why is there a stranger in the house?

"My name is Edward Cullen. I am not a stranger. Mrs. Hudson let me in."

Having said that, Edward Cullen pointed to the kitchen on one side and said, "Mrs. Hudson went in to prepare coffee and will be out in a while."

As soon as Edward Cullen finished speaking, he saw Aunt Hudson coming out of the kitchen with two cups of steaming coffee, and she was very surprised to see William and shouted, "Oh, my dear Will, Would you like a cup of coffee?"

Aunt Hudson said, put down the tea tray, pointed to Edward Cullen and said, "He is Edward Cullen. I met him in the small town of Forks. The weather over there is really gloomy. The low back pain was cured by Edward's father, Dr. Carlisle, oh my God, you don't even know how good his medical skills are!"

Seeing Aunt Hudson's talk getting more and more off topic, and it was about to count all the awards that Edward had won since he was a child, William had no choice but to pick up the topic with a face of helplessness, "Aunt Hudson, don't you Should you introduce me?"

"Oh, yes, yes!" Aunt Hudson came over and said to Edward Cullen, "He is my nephew, William Stocker, you can call him Will just like me, of course Or call him William."

Edward Cullen smiled when he heard that. The blond hair and blue eyes looked very handsome, but his face was a little pale for no reason.

"William can also call me Edward." Edward Cullen said, smiling at William.

The two greeted each other, sat down and drank a cup of coffee, and chatted with each other.Not long after, Edward Cullen said his goodbyes.

"I think I should go."

"Isn't Edward in London for a few days?" William urged.

"No, it was Carlisle who asked me to send Mrs. Hudson back this time. Since I have already sent her back, I should go back. After all, I still have studies." Edward Cullen shook his head.

"Since that's the case, then I won't force you to stay. Edward can come to London to play when he has time."

As William said, he changed the communication number with Edward, and at the behest of Aunt Hudson, sent Edward Cullen to the underground parking lot for her.

After Edward left, William turned back.

Unexpectedly, as soon as William arrived at the door, he heard Aunt Hudson screaming from inside.