When Pei Donglai dressed as John Watson

After a busy day, it is really enjoyable to have a rich dinner and a steaming hot bath after returning home.

And on this night, 221b Baker Street welcomed its guest again, and it was the elder brother of its tenant Sherlock Holmes, the British government official who broke up with his brother the day before, Corfu Holmes .

It was Mrs. Hudson who opened the door. She opened the door with kindness and let this distinguished guest go in to talk to his younger brother Xu Xu Brothers Concierge. Even though they had quarreled before, they are still brothers, aren't they? !

And after having dinner, taking a hot bath, and wearing a blue nightgown, Sherlock, who was reading the newspaper in a rare leisurely way, heard movement at the door. He looked up and found that it was McCoff, and sank Face: "Why did you come in? Who opened the door for you?" Sherlock stood up from the soft sofa and said angrily, "Damn it, it must be Mrs. Hudson, doesn't she know that I hate you?" Did you open the door for you over and over again and let you in, did you do her any favors?"

"Actually nothing." Mycroft was not at all swayed by Sherlock's anger, "You have to admit this, Sherlock, my popularity is much better than yours, so Mrs. Hudson likes her , so she opened the door for me. And the most important thing is!" Mycroft sat on another single sofa, as if he was the owner of this house, extraordinarily calm. "I didn't come to see you."

"Didn't you come to look for me?" Sherlock froze for a moment, then his face became even uglier.

There are only three people in this room, one is Mrs. Hudson who lives downstairs, but when he opened the door just now, he has already seen her, but McCoff obviously just came here, so he and Hudson Madam had a conversation, but not for long, and if Mycroft had something to tell Mrs. Hudson, and a few words, he could call instead of come in person, so Mycroft wasn't targeting Hudson lady.

But neither is he, so it's obviously John.

"What are you looking for for John?" Xia Luochun can't wait to throw McCoff out of the window of 221b. Although this is only the second floor, it can't cause much damage to McCoff, at least it can make him Get comfortable.

But the reason why Mycroft was looking for John made Sherlock a little curious, which was why he fought back the nausea of ​​breathing the air in the same room as the man in front of him.

Mycroft has the habit of investigating everyone who appears around Sherlock, harmful ones, and of course all of them must be eliminated. Although Sherlock has benefited a lot from such behavior, don't expect him to be grateful for it.Because what Sherlock is best at is deductive reasoning, and he himself will not take pictures with those people with ulterior motives, so!Even without Mycroft's free assistance, Sherlock is not a little angel who can easily fulfill other people's wishes.

They will eventually give up, at most the process will not be so easy!

But so what?

Sherlock loves adventures!

If John is someone with ulterior motives, Mycroft won't even let Sherlock know, and will simply let him disappear from his world, but if he is not in danger, McCoff shouldn't come to see him either .

Sherlock has deduced various possibilities in his mind, and now John Watson is missing to let him prove whether the final result he deduced is correct.

Just after McCoff finished drinking a cup of milk tea that Mrs. Hudson specially brought for him, John walked out of the bathroom slowly.

When he saw Brother Holmes shaking his mouth, he tilted his head.John obviously just took a shower, but when he was about to go to bed, he was dressed neatly, as if he had just come back from the outside. It always made people feel that he was not an Englishman, but more like a man in the East. Chinese people are as conservative.

"Hello, Mr. Watson." Seeing John Watson coming out, Mycroft twitched the corner of his mouth at his attire, then ignored Sherlock's sarcasm, stood up from the sofa, and walked to his In front of him, he stretched out his hand.

John held out his hand, too, and shook hands with Mycroft.

"Mr. Watson, I'm here to see you." Mycroft took John to the edge of the sofa, and then sat down on their respective single sofas before McCoff continued: "I have something to ask you, no Do you mind knowing?"

"Of course, I don't mind, Mr. Holmes." John said, "I don't know what you want to ask?"

"What I want to ask is..." Mycroft stared at John closely, trying to see some flaws in it: "Are you the real Mr. John Watson?"

"..." John twitched his eyes: "I don't understand what you mean."

"You know, I love my brother." Mycroft looked at John meaningfully: "So, of course, I have to investigate everyone who is close to my brother. But when investigating you, I Found a very interesting thing, you are almost completely different from the John Watson I reported above."

John narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

And Sherlock on the side was just sitting on the sofa drinking water, as if he didn't hear anything.

"I already have a preliminary understanding of the real character of John Watson. He has the tenacity and determination that a soldier should have. You also have it. You showed it when you solved the case with Sherlock.

John Watson has what a doctor should have to save lives and heal the wounded. You don’t have this. When Sherlock and you were ambushing outside Samuel Abbott’s house, you watched an old man have a heart attack. It was very dangerous, but But you know how to choose, the life of a child is more precious than the life of an old man who stepped into the coffin, so you didn't move, afraid of being discovered, but just called an ambulance.

John Watson likes his veal steak medium rare, but you want everything well done, and Chinese food is his favorite.

John Watson's character is a bit impulsive, and you also have it, but when you should be calm, you are calmer than anyone else, and when you should be impulsive, you are more mobile than anyone else, just like a leopard.

You are not John Watson, but I made DNA out of your hair, and the results show that you are indeed John Watson, so I want to know, who are you?Was it a spirit from China who had taken over the real John Watson's body?After all, your living habits are like a soul from conservative China, and of course, so are your living habits. "

"I don't understand you."

"It doesn't matter whether you understand it or not," Mycroft said. "It's important whether I know the truth."

Then, as if he just remembered something, he said again: "When you went to Castro's house to prevent the couple from going on TV, my people happened to be there. The camera happened to malfunction at the time, but you left Later, my people checked and found that someone had cut the wire of the camera with a sharp object, and after taking it back for inspection, they found that it was not a sharp object, but a very blunt thing like a coin.”

"Your strength is really good, is it Chinese Kung Fu?" After McCoff said such a passage jokingly, he stood up from the sofa: "Okay, the purpose of my coming has been achieved, and the next I have another meeting, so it is time to go now. Mr. Watson, I look forward to our next meeting, so there is no need to send it off."

"But none of us here are looking forward to seeing you again." Sherlock also stood up, looked at his brother blankly, but with anger in his tone: "I don't care what kind of person John was before." , I just know that he and I get along well, so can you please stop disturbing my life with John?!"

"I know you don't understand me, but all I do is..." Mycroft was almost pushed down by Sherlock before he could finish his next words.

"I don't care what John Watson was like before, I will tell me when he is willing, so can I ask you to leave my house now?"

"Home? You said this is your home?" Mycroft frowned tightly, a little confused about Sherlock's thinking ability.But it's useless to argue with him now, and what he told John just now was the truth. He does have a meeting to hold later, and there is no way to waste time.

"Well, we'll talk about these things later." Mycroft sighed, he found that he was always compromising with Sherlock, and it was almost becoming a habit.

"I said, I have nothing to say to you!" This was Sherlock's answer.

When Mycroft left 221b, Sherlock looked at John, who was a little uneasy, and asked him, "Would you like a glass of milk?"

"No need." John replied somewhat cautiously. Seeing that Sherlock seemed to be going back to his room, he quickly stopped him and asked him, "Aren't you curious about what Mr. Holmes said?"

"Of course I'm curious." Sherlock didn't even turn around to let John see his face: "And I also noticed that you have a lot of disobedience, but it doesn't matter to me."

"Then what's important?"

"The important thing is whether what my deductive method deduces can bring me the truth."