My brother is so fierce

Maggie was woken up by Irene.

There was sweat all over her forehead. When she woke up, she could only remember something from her dream. When Irene asked her if the wound hurt, that bit of memory disappeared like sand tightly held in her hands. up.

Maggie looked at Irene bewilderedly, and shook her head after a long reaction: "Did the dance end so early today?"

Erin wiped the sweat off her face for her. She turned on the small lamp on the bedside table. The orange light was not dazzling. Her hand blocked Maggie's eyes. You are shouting."

Maggie has no memory of this. She frowned and looked back at Irene. The scent of Irene's blonde hair after washing surrounded her, and the water droplets on her face were not dried. She rubbed her nose: "I don't know. Do you remember... what did I shout?"

Irene looked at Maggie tolerantly: "You are shouting—brother."

The picture in the dream flashed by, and Maggie wanted to reach out to grab it but couldn't catch anything, and she soon forgot what dream she had.

Irene looked at the girl lying on the bed with drooping eyes, looking very pitiful, her white fingers grabbed her palm, and asked her softly: "Then, did I say his name?"

Maggie, who had forgotten their names in the Thames too, looked at Irene expectantly, only to get a powerless gesture.

"It's a pity, Maggie." Irene brushed the annoying broken hair around her cheeks for her, looked at Maggie's disappointed face and continued, "You should sleep, so your feet will heal faster."

She knew that if she said so, Maggie, an obedient child, would follow suit. From the first day she picked up Maggie, Maggie's obedience was beyond her imagination.The rebelliousness and stubbornness she saw in other children never seemed to patronize Maggie. She should be an angel sent by God to bring her a happy life.

When it walked out of Maggie's room and returned to her bedroom, she remembered the Moriarty brothers she met at the dance today. She looked back at Maggie's room, which had closed the door, and still didn't tell her about it. .

It's not that she hasn't met a man with blond hair and red eyes, which doesn't mean anything.Besides, those two people are nobles, so their identities don't match up...

It would be a good thing if it was her brother; but it was unlikely, and she didn't want Maggie to be hopeful and disappointed.

She can approach them first, and then do the investigation in time.

……

Croft picked out a cigar and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it. He sat on the hard leather sofa, and the man with silver curly hair sitting opposite him had a pair of round glasses on his nose, and his golden pupils were emotionless. stared at him.

Croft, restrained in Milverton's presence, put down his cigar hesitantly, and complained to his entrepreneurial cousin.

He had never stumbled in front of a woman, but now, he actually fell on the two sisters, without even smelling it.

Milverton turned his eyes away after Croft opened his mouth. He was not interested in these children's love, but because he watched his cousin grow up, he endured for a while, and waited until he finished speaking. Standing up, he picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

"If you have to ask for her," Milverton only tried to persuade her, "Spending money or threatening, do you want me to teach you?"

"I prefer them to be willing, what's the point of forcing..." Croft whispered with his mouth curled up, causing Milverton to give him a cold look.

The man wearing glasses stood up, he didn't want to waste time on this cousin who was immersed in love: "If you just come to complain to me, I may not have time to listen anymore."

"Cousin!" Croft stood up and strode in front of him. Under Milverton's cold gaze, he murmured his purpose: "I want to use your car."

His father knew that he was spending money lavishly, and was worried about being cheated by a woman, so he simply withheld the money from him.

Croft wanted to pick up a woman, so he didn't have any clothes. He seldom asked for help. Fortunately, the person in front of him was his cousin, whom he had known since childhood. Although the relationship is not very close now, he is willing to do so in these respects. let him go.

Milverton walked to the desk, opened the drawer, took out a wad of money, and handed it to him along with the car keys.

Then Croft laughed: "Thank you, cousin!"

Milverton turned away from seeing him.

His energy was spent on the Moriarty family. He investigated and found that the three Moriarty brothers were not simple, and their identities also had new clues under his power.

The subordinate put the report on his desk.

The man picked up the report and read it quickly, his frown relaxed a lot.

"The fire in the Moriarty family back then..." He curled the corner of his mouth, a smile he only showed when he was calculating, "Moriarty's second son, William, died in the fire. Now, this William...is just a commoner who has replaced his identity."

There was a clatter of pages turning.

He saw the second page, which was to investigate the previous traces of Brother William.

"Is there another sister?" Milverton narrowed his eyes, "Still looking for..."

He pressed the bell on the desk, and a subordinate outside the office knocked on the door and walked in: "President."

"Find out what happened when Z was posted back then. I want all the information about that girl."

The next day—

William also received a profile on Irene Adler.

The above information is very detailed. The prima donna who retired from the Royal Opera House began to contact nobles and members of the royal family. Without any background, she was single-handedly mixing like a fish in water in England.

William's eyes fell on the sentence "She also has a 15-year-old sister with blond hair and red eyes..." and paused for a while. After looking through it for a long time, he didn't see the photo, but there was a photo of Irene sandwiched in it. Uninterestedly, he pulled out the photo and continued to look at it.

"The name is Maggie Adler."

William clenched the documents tightly, his knuckles turned white.

maggie -

His sister was also named Maggie.

Louis watched him suddenly change his face, thinking he saw something terrible: "What's wrong, brother?"

William handed over the crumpled document, and Louis took it and looked at it carefully for a while, "No problem...wait a minute!"

He opened his eyes wide to confirm that the name on it was correct. He spun around in circles faster than William could react. He gasped and raised his face to look at William: "Brother, her name is Maggie!"

"Her name is Maggie!"

William smiled at him: "Yes, Louis."

"Could it be, could she be..." Louis was so nervous that he stuttered suddenly, "Is it possible, Brother William, could she be Maggie?"

"Go and see, Louis," William didn't know whether he should give himself such a hope, he took his coat from the hanger, William, who has always been steady, walked out while putting on his coat, "We will now go."

Louis followed in stride.

Louis had never felt that the speed of the carriage was so slow. He looked out of the window to distract attention, fisted his hands on his knees, and straightened his back.

He wanted to talk, his heartbeat was so fast that he could hear the heartbeat that was about to jump out of his chest, his eyes scanned William's face, and seeing his brother's calm appearance, he also took as deep a breath as possible to relieve his pain mood.

"Louis." William suddenly stopped him, and the young man with long bangs looked away from the window and looked at his brother.

"Don't have too much hope, Louis." William knew that Louis missed Maggie no less than he did. He knew how high the hope was and how painful it would be if he fell, "Maybe she is not the Maggie we are looking for, clam down."

Louis clenched his fists even tighter. He took a deep breath and smiled with the corners of his mouth: "I know, brother."

He knew how unlikely the result of such expectation was. They had been looking for it for so many years, but this time they could match the name besides the appearance, which kind of made him hopeful.

"Don't worry about me, brother William," Louis continued to look out the window, he didn't want William to bother him, "I'm fine."

While the carriage was driving for longer and longer, when they noticed the familiar library on the side of the road, they all remembered the blond girl they saw last time, and fell silent for a while.

At this moment, the carriage stopped suddenly.

William looked out, and the groom lifted the curtain winkingly: "Master, there is a quarrel in front of you."

"Can't you get around it?" Louis asked quickly, and the groom glanced at the deadly traffic in front of him, feeling a little embarrassed.

Louis couldn't wait to open the door and get out of the carriage. William followed without saying a word.

Where they are going is not far from here.

It was a nobleman's carriage that collided with a new car. Neither of the two families is easy to mess with. They are suppressing each other with their families.

Louis subconsciously looked at William, and the older youth smiled and asked the groom to wait here, "Let's go, Louis."

He looked at the road sign: "Hope we don't go the wrong way."

Louis stepped briskly, "I remember it very clearly, brother, I know how to walk."

The noise did not affect the mood of the two brothers. They held canes, but within ten minutes they walked to the location they found. Louis seemed a little nervous. He looked at William and took a deep breath to make sure: "Is it here?"

William nodded: "Knock on the door, Louis."

It's like he's rummaging through jars of food he's picked up, sometimes surprising candy, but more often it's moldy bread that's been discarded.

He raised his hand, but didn't knock down after a few seconds.

Turning his face to look at his brother, he seemed to have found his courage, and knocked on the door holding his breath.

Then he stood a little farther away, lowered his head and arranged his luggage, straightened his back and waited for the people in the house to respond.

William clenched his hands behind his back into fists.

No one responded, Louis' eyes flashed in panic, he subconsciously looked at his brother, William raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Excuse me, is anyone home?"

Louis moved closer to him.

Still no one answered.

Looks like no one is home.

William looked into the house through the window. The lights in the house were not turned on, and it was quiet, probably no one was at home.

This is not a good start for them.

But relatively speaking, this is a little better than a disappointing result, at least there is hope.

"There is a bookstore where we came from," William suggested, "We can go there and sit for a while, maybe they should be at home when we come back later."

Louis naturally agreed.

William remembered that the blond girl who hadn't seen him last time came out of the bookstore, maybe she might be in the bookstore.

Louis stared at the cobblestones under his feet, his eyes were a little empty. He was imagining that if it was really Maggie, why didn't she come to them, maybe he was too young at that time, and he couldn't remember too many things, so it was possible that he forgot.

As long as Maggie can be found...

Someone patted him on the shoulder, and William reminded him: "Look at the road."

From time to time, a carriage passed by this narrow street, and the surrounding tall bushes were also dyed orange in autumn. When Louis looked at the scenery, his ears accepted all kinds of sounds around him, the wheels rolling, the sound on the cobblestones, the birds Son's chirping, middle-aged men bragging in the corner, and——

A man's voice shouted to stop.

William naturally heard it too. He looked up and heard hurried footsteps around the corner. Someone was running and someone was chasing him. He stood there and watched a group of figures come out, heading directly towards him. direction hit.

William dodged it.

Only the dazzling blond hair was in Louis' sight. He froze in place. The girl looked back at her pursuer and knocked Louis into his arms.

The moment he hit the ground, Louis felt no pain. Even though his back hit the raised cobblestones heavily, all the pain in his body was taken away, because he saw the girl in his arms , with a pair of extremely beautiful red pupils, at this moment, she propped herself up from Louis and looked at him in surprise.

The man behind had already caught up, and when he saw the girl lying on the ground, he seemed certain that she would not be able to run away, licking the corners of her mouth, and warning her with a male duck voice: "I said you couldn't run away!" .”

The girl propped herself up from Louis, and when she wanted to continue running, Louis grabbed her arm, and the man behind him also saw Louis' movement and grinned: "Thanks, brother."

Sensing the strength of the girl's struggle, Louis did not let her go. She was kicked hard on her feet, but he still couldn't let him let go. The tame wolf cub clenched his teeth so hard that Louis even felt like he was about to bite off a piece of flesh.

The man came over and wanted to pull her. Louis blocked the girl behind him in a protective gesture. His attitude towards the man was obviously much more indifferent: "Did she rob you?"

The man stretched out his hand and wanted to come over and pull her, "It's none of your business, give this thief to me!"

Louis took money out of his pocket: "Is it enough?"

William didn't intervene. He rarely saw Louis like this. When he set his eyes on the girl, he realized that the shoes under her feet didn't fit well and were worn out.

The man looked at Louis thoughtfully, and when he was about to knock a sum of money, William walked over with a decent smile on his face: "If it's not enough, you can come to Earl Moriarty's mansion to get the money. "

Hearing this, the man who thought he could get more money understood that their identities were not something he could blackmail. After taking Louis's money, he smiled more politely: "Enough is enough, I will give it to you." , then I'll go first."

The girl wanted to run when she saw this, but before she could break free, William grabbed her other hand and took out a man's wallet from her sleeve, which obviously should belong to the man just now.

There is not much money in the wallet, no wonder he didn't take much time when he just left.

"You run away again," William knew that soft words were useless against her, "I'll send you to the police station."

Sure enough, she stopped immediately and looked at William warily: "I don't have what you want in me."

"That's not necessarily true." William replied. Louis bent down and stared at her face, trying to find the similarities with Maggie, but he couldn't remember Maggie's face very much, so he turned his eyes to William for help. .

"Do you know how old you are?" William asked her with a smile, but his eyes were full of scrutiny.

"What's the use of knowing," she licked her lips, "it's a problem to survive, first Z, please let me go, I'm just a beggar."

Louis pursed his lips when he heard the word beggar.

If Maggie was still alive, it would be about the same age as she is now.

William let her go, and the girl turned and ran.

Louis wanted to catch up, but he held back and only shouted at the girl's back: "Maggie!"

And the girl stopped and looked back at him suspiciously: "How do you know my name?"