[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

"Good afternoon, gentlemen."

Mycroft Holmes stood across from the crowd with a smile on his face. Although his greeting was directed at everyone, his gaze was fixed on Sherlock and did not leave.

Sherlock didn't answer, but William and Watson greeted him one after another, and Mycroft Holmes didn't care at all.

"It looks really bad, doesn't it."

Speaking of this, Mycroft Holmes followed Sherlock to the explosion in the opposite residential building, and said with regret.

"You know there are still many cases waiting for me to deal with. I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

When Sherlock had finished speaking, without looking at Mycroft Holmes, he entered the room.

"Sherlock is always like this."

Mycroft Holmes shrugged, facing the foreheads of William and Watson, walked in with an umbrella.

"Don't you want to have a good talk with him in another way?"

William looked at Mycroft Holmes and couldn't help but speak.

"Another way?"

Mycroft Holmes stopped when he heard that. He turned to look at William and said, "You know, Sherlock is not easy to deal with... Besides, he hates me, very much."

"Of course, we have already discovered this matter," William said, "Don't you want to change? After all, I know you still care about Sherlock very much."

"No, I think I have already declared that if it wasn't for making my mother sad, everything about Sherlock has nothing to do with me."

Having said that, Mycroft Holmes went straight upstairs.

Looking at the back of Mycroft Holmes, William couldn't help frowning.

Watson looked back and forth between William and Mycroft, and said to William.

"You want to ease the conflict between Sherlock and his brother? I think it's just too difficult."

"You're right, Watson," William looked at Watson in agreement, "I'm so naive."

When William said this, he was going to get some coffee for Mycroft Holmes. Watson wanted to help him, but William refused, and just asked him to go up and see the situation.

After Watson also went up, William went into the kitchen, found the pot that was still in good condition, made coffee, found a good set from the broken china, poured the coffee, and then brought the plate up.

"I reject."

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Sherlock plucking the strings of the violin with his hands, talking plainly.

"Why refuse."

Mycroft Holmes asked with a smile, without the slightest doubt.

"The case at hand is too difficult for me to get away from."

Sherlock plucked the strings a few more times, without taking his eyes off Mycroft Holmes.

In this regard, Mycroft Holmes blinked, obviously knowing that Sherlock was trying to be brave again, "Forget about your small case, this is an important national case."

"How is your weight loss?" Sherlock ignored it and changed the subject directly.

"That is none of your business," said Mycroft Holmes, twitching his lips.

Seeing that the two began to confront each other again, William stuffed a cup of coffee into Sherlock's hand, and took out the violin from his hand, and put it aside.

“The coffee was well brewed.”

Seeing this, Sherlock didn't say much, but just smelled the coffee and said.

"Thank you."

William rolled his eyes, and handed Mycroft Holmes another glass.

"Thank you."

Mycroft Holmes took the coffee, looked at Sherlock and William, did not taste it directly, but said to William, "William, come and persuade him, he may listen to you."

"kindness?"

William knew that Mycroft Holmes wanted him to help persuade Sherlock, and also knew that Mycroft Holmes would not let Sherlock do anything dangerous, but he didn't think he could persuade Sherlock.

"My brother Sherlock, he just won't budge," said Mycroft Holmes, shrugging at William. "You see, it's not that I don't want to change our relationship, it's that Sherlock doesn't cooperate at all. .”

"If you're that eager, you can look it up yourself."

Sherlock put the coffee on the table next to him and said.

"Oh, no, I can't leave the office, you know, I don't have that time, and, it's still the time of the Korean general election...you're not interested anyway."

said Mycroft, shrugging at Sherlock.

"William, didn't you just say you were going to Chinatown? When do you plan to go?"

Sherlock suddenly shifted his gaze to William.

William was taken aback for a moment, and instantly understood.

"I'll be there in a minute."

William glanced at Sherlock, then at Mycroft Holmes, who was holding a coffee cup and studying, and twitched.

"Did you forget something? You just came back from there."

As Mycroft Holmes said, he looked at William with a half-smile, which left William speechless.

"...It is true that I forgot something and didn't buy it."

William coughed, and turned his face a little guilty.

"Since I met you, Sherlock's work has been booming."

Mycroft Holmes looked at William with a smile, and then said to Watson.

"How was life with Sherlock?"

After speaking, Mycroft Holmes replied again, "It must be better to die than to live."

"Well...it's never boring."

Watson looked into the face of Mycroft Holmes, and silently looked away.

Looking at Watson's appearance, Mycroft Holmes put down the coffee in his hand with a smile, picked up the document that was put aside, walked up to Watson, and handed it to Watson.

"I think you know what happened, think about it," said Mycroft Holmes, turning his eyes to Sherlock, and said, "You must find it out, Sherlock. Don't make me order you."

"Then try it."

Sherlock was not threatened at all. He took his violin again, put it on his shoulder, and began to play it. The sound was exciting and high-spirited, as if he was playing "Symphony of Destiny" instead of "Midsummer Night". Dream".

However, it was obvious that Mycroft Holmes didn't care at all. He turned around and walked to William and Watson, and said with a smile on his face, "See you later, Stoke and John."

"See you later."

Both William and Watson nodded to Mycroft Holmes and watched him go downstairs.

"Why are you doing this?"

Watson couldn't help asking, "Didn't you just say that you were bored?"

"I like."

Sherlock put down the violin and said nothing.

"Ok."

Watson was speechless at this time. He looked at the objects in the room that were shattered by the explosion, and the half-burned, charred curtains. "I think we should tidy up the room."

As soon as the voice fell, Sherlock's cell phone rang.

After watching Sherlock take out the phone, William's face became more and more cheerful, and he knew that there must be a case.

Sure enough, when Sherlock hung up the phone, he happily said to the two, "Officer Lestrade said there was a case, oh, that's great!"

Having said that, Sherlock picked up his coat and said to Watson and William, "Do you want to come together?"

"No, I'd better stay and tidy up the room. If Aunt Hudson comes back and sees this scene, she will definitely faint."

As William said, he waved his hand, indicating that he would not go.

Instead, Watson got up and said that he was going with Sherlock.

After the two left, William looked at the messy room around him, sighed, and went to Hogwarts to borrow five house elves to help him clean up the room. The reward was that each elf would have a chocolate ball.

When the interior of the room was fully restored, William sent Xin Gao Cailie's house elf away, and called the house maintenance company himself, asking them to come and paint the burnt-blackened walls outside the house.

When all the work was done, William looked at the restored house and felt great.

At this time, the sky was still bright, William went back to the room and turned on the TV, watching the talk show bored, but obviously, he didn’t like it, he felt very bored after watching it for a while, so William turned off the TV, picked up the TV The newspaper on the side looked up.

"The pirate group was wiped out?"

Suddenly, a piece of news appeared in William's eyes. He checked the time on the newspaper, it was a day ago.

Don't know what happened to Jack Sparrow and the others.

Thinking of this, William took out his phone and called Jack Sparrow.

Before the phone rang twice, Jack Sparrow's voice came from the other end.

"Hello, Willy Wonka."

"I'm William. I just read in the newspaper that the gathering place of pirates was found. Are you all right?" William asked.

"We're fine, but a few big pirates have been caught," Jack Sparrow said here, and paused, "Someone said you did this."

"I?"

William was taken aback, "I don't know about this."

"I know," said Jack Sparrow, "but these pirates are often overseas, and it is impossible to offend anyone, except your one time."

"Is it because of this that the pirates all suspect me?"

William frowned, "However, when it comes to offending people, I remember that they offended one person, and that person was very difficult to deal with."

"Who?"

Jack Sparrow asked suspiciously.

"Moriarty, a senior criminal."

William explained, "You know, he is an opponent that even Sherlock admits."

"Sounds like a lot," Jack Sparrow said.

"You don't want to catch him, do you?"

William asked suspiciously.

"Of course not," Jack Sparrow refused without thinking. "Compared to this matter, I care more about my curse and my chocolate factory. You know, Charlie is still too young. We need to wait for him to grow up."

"That's right." William couldn't help nodding when he thought of such a big chocolate factory. "By the way, I've already prepared the contact with the curse. When do you plan to bring your group of sailors over to lift the curse?"

"I think... soon."