My brother is so fierce

"Louis, take her back first, I still have something to deal with."

The corners of William's lips curled up. He also seemed very happy. Louis didn't notice the strangeness of his brother. She grabbed the arm of the girl named Maggie and nodded vigorously: "Do you need the groom to come pick you up?"

Noticing the joy in Louis' eyes, William's smile couldn't reach his eyes: "No need for Louis."

The blond girl kept staring at them, but when William looked over she quickly looked away, pretending to look away.

William didn't reveal it, he leaned close to Louis' ear and whispered, "Let her live in the guest room temporarily."

They prepared Maggie's room early, even if they didn't know what would be needed, they were always ready, and the maid would clean it every day to ensure that she could move in at any time.

This sentence undoubtedly poured a basin of cold water on Louis. He cleared his mind a little, and looked at William, and the smile on the corner of his mouth fell.

"I'll talk about the rest when I go back." William stood up straight, his smile still warm when he turned his face.

Louis let go of her hand, the smile on his face narrowed, and he took the girl into the carriage. They didn't sit side by side, but sat opposite each other in silence.

She seemed to have been wandering for a long time, and she began to shake her legs after being restrained in the carriage for a while. She reached out to touch the pendant on the carriage. When she subconsciously looked at another person in the carriage, he watched her calmly, eyes There is no light in it.

Being watched like this, she couldn't hide her inferiority complex and the fear of being discovered. She withdrew her hand, lowered her eyes, and remembered what the silver-haired man said yesterday.

"If you want to live like a nobleman, then listen to me."

"Remember, you are called Maggie now, and you will only be called Maggie until you die."

She doesn't want to wander anymore, doesn't want to be bullied anymore, she wants to eat and sleep, and trample those who bully her under her feet.

William walked unhurriedly along the road that the man was chasing just now. There was an old woman in a half-worn shawl selling her cloth. William stopped and bent down to pick out a light-colored cotton cloth. It was a fabric suitable for girls, and the old woman put it on for him with a smile. William put down twice as much money as the fabric, and asked softly, "Excuse me, do you see a man in a windbreaker wearing a black hat?"

"It's about a head shorter than me, and I just chased someone past here." William looked at the old man's dazed look when he was asked, and he took the bag containing the cloth. "It doesn't matter if you don't see it."

"It's a brown windbreaker," the old woman suddenly remembered. If he hadn't been chasing a beggar-like girl, she probably wouldn't have remembered much. "He is a famous alcoholic here. There is a bar on the street in front of you. Go find..."

"Thank you."

Buck lay on the table and asked the bartender to pour him wine. He wiped the wine on his beard. Unlike the previous sluggish and cringe, William noticed that his eyes were shining, as if he was eating a lion's carcass at night. The vulture, with an unpleasant smell, slapped the table with a rough voice: "Hurry up, buddy!"

The bartender bent down and picked up a barrel of malt wine for him to fill up. Out of the impression of being reckless in the past, he reminded helplessly: "Buck, this is your fourth drink. Hanlaru is in the store today, he is not Very annoying."

William followed Buck's gaze and looked at the strong man sitting in the corner with his thick arms folded. Perhaps hearing their conversation, Hanlalu waved his fist at Buck, signaling him to be careful.

Buck snorted through his nose, and slapped the crumpled note in his pocket on the table: "I drink as much as I want today, can he beat me?!"

The bar raised his eyebrows, and recommended him other drinks on the wall in surprise: "Then, would you like a glass of brandy?"

"I just like malt wine." He was a little drunk, grinning and showing his yellow teeth, and took a sip at the bartender, "I see the guy who is open to money."

Perhaps his behavior was too rude, the other guests did not sit with him, and most of them found a low table to sit and drink, far away from him.

Buck was drinking happily when suddenly there was a figure beside him. He turned his head and saw a well-dressed blond young man. He squinted his eyes and looked around for a while. Where have I seen it.

"A glass of brandy, thank you." William was dressed like an aristocrat. The bartender quickly wiped the glass clean, rinsed it again with clean water, and poured him a glass. He sat upright for him in a somewhat cautious manner. on the table.

The people who come to the bar here are basically civilians. For the nobles, this place is cramped and dark, like a nasty rat's nest, filled with the disgusting smell of sweat and cheap perfume, which they never patronize place, now a gentle gentleman has come, which made everyone around him cast their eyes.

Buck turned his face away in disinterest, straightened his sitting posture a little, and stopped gulping as before.

William didn't drink it. From the corner of his eyes, Buck caught a glimpse of the young man's slender fingers pushing the wine to his hand. His fingers were supposed to play the piano. Sometimes when Buck passed by Baker Street, he could occasionally see someone playing in a piano shop. , although he can't understand, but his ears can tell that the song is nice.

He didn't understand what this person meant, and he didn't reach out to take it. Instead, he raised his vigilance and looked at William.

There was a smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, looking extremely gentle.

However, what he said in the next second made Buck's hair stand on end: "How much did they pay you for acting and chasing people?"

The chair under his butt creaked sharply, and Buck raised his volume and turned his face: "I don't know what you're talking about?"

"I don't have much time," William took out a cigarette from his pocket, he wanted to put it in his mouth, and finally put it back, "If you tell me honestly, you can get a sum of money, otherwise——"

William put his hands in his pockets, and he was next to Buck, the high bar concealing the movement between them.

Buck felt that he was going to die. There was a hard object on his waist, which was round. Amid the sound of other people clinking glasses and chatting, he vaguely heard the click of the pistol being loaded. He straightened his back instantly and felt drunk. Sons are gone.

The young man who came out of the bar was holding a cane, and in the other hand was carrying a bag that did not match his temperament at all. He simply held the bag in his arms, looked at the gloomy sky, and walked back.

The autumn wind became cooler under the gloomy weather. He walked on the cobblestone path towards the destination where they had come in a carriage. He remembered the way after walking once, and the ground was smashed There were bean-sized raindrops, and there were more and more dark marks. William, who was only wearing a hat, continued walking as if he couldn't notice it.

He stuffed the bag into the windbreaker, even though the coat was wet and dripping, he had no intention of hiding from the rain.

He was the only one walking on the road, and the women who passed by with umbrellas dared not say anything. The nobles sometimes did things that they thought were crazy. William didn't care about those eyes. He felt itchy and wiped off his chin. Water droplets, and then stood in front of Irene Adler's house, all wet.

There was an orange light inside the house, and it looked extra warm when viewed from the dark and lonely street.

He stood in front of the door for a while, raised his hand and paused for two seconds before gently knocking on the door.

Unlike the calmness when Louis was there, his fingertips may have trembled from the cold, and the hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist while waiting, revealing the nervousness he rarely showed.

There was the sound of approaching footsteps in the house, but it was a bit strange.It was as if it was beating with the help of something.

William took a step back, perhaps to let the raindrops wash his eyes, so that he could see more clearly, his thick eyelashes were wet, and a drop of rain was hanging on the tip of his nose, precariously.

He didn't bother to wipe it, the door opened from the inside, his eyes were filled with dazzling gold, and the girl's clear eyes were embedded with ruby ​​eyes.

He heard himself saying, "Are you Maggie?"

The girl in front of him was stunned for a moment, she tilted her head to look at him with a cane in her hand, the sound of rain covered up her voice a lot, but he still clearly heard her say to himself: "I am."

Maggie looked at him very kindly. He was drenched in the rain, but his face didn't have any look that should be when he was drenched in the rain. He curled the corners of his mouth, and raindrops fell down the end of his eyes. He said: " I'm William, Maggie."

william.

She said it again, frowning, and looked at William's appearance, as if she had seen him somewhere before: "Mr. William? We don't seem to know each other?"

Maggie didn't recognize herself, William couldn't tell whether it was because of disappointment or something else, his eyes stopped on the dragonfly hairpin on her hair, and there were raindrops streaming down his eyes, Maggie asked him to stand up a bit: "It's raining outside , Mr. William, you will catch a cold like this."

He obediently took a step closer, stared at her hairpin seriously, and laughed after a while.

"Maggie," he suddenly called her name, the little girl looked up at him, unlike the silver-haired young man who came last time, Maggie felt very close to him, she responded sweetly, and then He asked in a low voice, "Are you really okay like this? Your whole body is soaked..."

William took out the bag from his arms and handed it to her. The outside of the bag was still wet. His movements seemed a little clumsy, as if a penguin suddenly came over to share a delicious big fish with her. He put the bag in her lap. In his arms, "This is a gift."

He actually wanted to hug her and say what he missed. He wanted to ask her if she would miss herself like him these years. He wanted to touch her hair and say that her brother was coming. He wanted to hold everything he had in her hands. In front of him, just like before, he also wants his sister to become a little dragon with countless gems, all he needs is to live happily, and then he can say to her: "Maggie, what you want in this world Brother can bring you anything."

However, she doesn't seem to remember herself.

She has a home that belongs to her.

In the years without him, he didn't know what Maggie's life was like, but now he saw that the girl's cheeks were rosy, and she was beautiful and obedient when she was a child. When she looked at him, she seemed to be full of herself. Life should be pretty good, although he doesn't know why she didn't respond to his name, but he can take his time.

As long as he finds someone, he can take his time.

William took a deep breath, stepped back with difficulty and stood in the rain again, he smiled at her: "See you next time, Maggie."

Now, someone has been following them, found a fake product and sent it to them on purpose, now is not the time.

Maggie stopped him. She didn't know why she was so kind to someone she met for the first time, and she took an umbrella from the door and handed it over: "Mr. William, the rain is getting heavier."

William did not refuse, he took the umbrella and held it in his arms.

Irene leaned over. She had just taken a shower and didn't know who Maggie was talking to. Maggie pointed to William's back and showed her: "That's Mr. William."

Erin frowned looking at the guy who was holding an umbrella but didn't hold it up: "Why doesn't he hold an umbrella?"

"Maybe," Maggie was also asked, "maybe he prefers the rain?"

Irene clicked her tongue: "In the future, don't open the door casually when you meet strangers, who knows if they are bad people?"

Maggie didn't refute. She looked at William for a while before suddenly realizing something: "Irene, his hair color and eye color are the same as mine!"

Irene paused, and she took a sip of water: "Haven't you seen a few people like you before? What's the surprise?"

"That's right..." Maggie moved to the table with her cane on her back, William was all on her mind, "Tell me, could he be my brother?"

Erin didn't answer this time, she stared at the water in the glass and fell silent.

When William returned home, he took off his hat. The butler tried to take the umbrella in his hand, but he refused. The floor was covered with rainwater from him. Louis waited at the door. When he saw William, he got up and approached: "Brother William..."

"What about her?"

William took off his coat and the butler took it.

"In the guest room on the second floor," Louis grabbed his arm, his voice hurried, "Isn't she really Maggie?"

William pressed the back of Louis's neck and hugged him with one hand. William seldom had such an intimate gesture with him. He said softly, "I just found Maggie, Louis."

Where the butler couldn't see, Louis' pupils shrank suddenly and he almost lost his voice.

Got it, Maggie.

Louis grabbed William's wet arm, "Where is she!?"

William turned his attention to the girl who was looking towards them in the corridor on the second floor. She was now dressed to reveal a slightly thin face, and her dress could not conceal her pale skin and the timidity hidden in her bones.

He looked at the girl, his index finger on his lips, Louis quieted down, and William patted him on the shoulder: "I'll take you to see her tomorrow."

He was wearing a wet suit, with a white shirt stuck to his body, a little bit of flesh color and a solid and beautiful body could be seen vaguely.

He took out the gun from his coat pocket, his blond hair was dripping water, his fingers were inserted into his hair and he combed it behind his head, revealing his white forehead, his expression became sharper, his slender legs stepped forward Step up the stairs, step by step up the stairs under the girl's gaze.

And soon, the girl who noticed something strange ran to the room like a mouse, she ran to the door as fast as she could, and locked the door from the inside.

William quickly walked to her door, and instead of pushing it open forcefully, he knocked on the door twice in a gentlemanly manner.

The girl covered her ears and backed away.

"I hope you can open the door before I get angry, maybe I can give you what you want."

She was very hesitant, glanced at the window and wanted to escape from there, but soon, the young man outside the door smiled gently and was counting down.

"3--"

"2--"

The door opened quickly, and the girl looked at him in horror, leaning against the wall with her head in her hands, and began to talk about the conditions with him: "Can you really give me what I want?"

She spoke quickly, watching his expression to judge whether her words would anger him.

"As long as you give me the same money as that grown-up, I'll tell you everything!"

William didn't speak, he just closed the door and locked it as if she was afraid of her escaping.

The girl pretending to be Maggie panicked for a moment, she leaned back against the wall and slowly backed away: "I'm sorry I was wrong! You don't have to give me anything, I can say anything!!"

William still didn't speak, he put the gun on the girl's temple, and talked to her in a gentle manner: "I can give you money, you can do something for me."

The girl nodded again and again, and looked at him timidly: "Yes, you say."

"Go to Milverton's bedroom and burn all his papers."