Molly, Molly!

Chapter 7 His Brother

Molly felt that she had encountered the weirdest thing this year, something even more unscientific than the bad luck she had when she met Sherlock. She didn't know what happened to her girl who was thrown in the crowd and could never be picked up Fortunately, one day I will be able to sit in a luxury car and wait for an interview with a big man.

Well, she felt that this was more like kidnapping than an interview.

Even if she thinks she has no talent or good looks, it is estimated that only perverts who love to abuse people and listen to people screaming will kidnap her, because her pain point is very low.It's just that Molly doesn't know at this time that one day in the future, she will really be kidnapped by a pervert. As for what the pervert is called, I won't spoil it here.

With anxiety, Molly looked out the window anxiously, but she was just in a daze. After all, the car windows with thick black anti-ultraviolet film will inevitably bring about the disadvantage of poor permeability.To tell the truth, her heart was just filled with the surprise, fear, and a little bit of ecstasy as if ordinary citizens saw the president.

However, after the car arrived at the destination, the corners of Molly's mouth twitched. So, does the big man still have a hobby of meeting people in remote abandoned factories?It seems that she is ignorant.Being signaled by the beauty next to her to get out of the car, Molly walked down a bit awkwardly. Seeing the beauty stretch out her hand and pointing to the front, Molly suddenly had the feeling that she actually saw the big shot as a gangster.

Is this shameful?Or see the light and death attribute?Abandoned factories always have some gloomy attributes, at least as a timid woman, Molly would never approach here alone.

The huge machine was already covered with rust because it was abandoned, and every step it took seemed to be able to trample and fly. Covering her nose and mouth, Molly walked into the depths step by step, and finally beside the huge pipeline, she saw A chair, and a man in a black suit sitting on the chair.

Sure enough, this person had strange hobbies, and she said something in her heart, Molly was not stupid enough to show her thoughts on her face.When she was not facing Sherlock Holmes, she was much calmer. What's more, she knew that there must be many people not far away. In her impression, a big man always needs to be protected by many people.

"Hello, Miss Molly Hill." The man in front of him turned sideways, and even his smile had an official taste, exactly the same as his tone just now.

I don't know why, seeing such an expression, Molly relaxed a little. Unless a character like this is born with a penchant for acting, he usually wouldn't bother with a little bug like her, "Hello, sir. I I don't think I know you." Although her memory is not so good, the person in front of her is always very distinctive, at least she thinks the smile of the person in front of her is a little bit obscene.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Mycroft Holmes, the Demon Lord of Sherlock." The expression on his face remained unchanged, and Mycroft just looked up.

Holmes?The corners of her eyes twitched slightly, and many unruly thoughts flashed in her mind, she cannot be blamed, even if she is not a rotten girl, she will be infected by such thoughts after staying on the Internet all year round, but she did not expect that Xia Locke actually suffered? "How do you do, Mr. Holmes?" She couldn't think of anything else to say.

"You don't seem to know why I'm looking for you?" There was a fake smile on Mycroft's face.

Molly was silent. She really didn't know what the other party wanted her for. Could it be that she was given a sum of money to keep her away from Sherlock Holmes? Facts have proved that a man's jealousy is also terrible.However, when she saw that the other party actually took out a check from her clothes, Molly was shocked, and this shock was almost written on her face.

"I hope Miss Molly can truthfully report my brother's whereabouts to me. At least I heard that the place where Sherlock lives is also the house of your aunt, Miss Molly, isn't it?" Putting the check in Molly's hand, Mai A satisfied smile appeared on Kauf's face.

However, Molly, who was defeated by the assumptions in her mind, had no idea what happened. Did she not let her go away, but instead let her monitor the whereabouts of Sherlock Holmes?Could it be that she was so safe looking that he would never have expected Sherlock Holmes to take a fancy to her?But it has been proved that Mr. Sherlock Holmes did not even give her a look.

However, when she was thinking wildly, Mycroft had already disappeared in front of her. With a face full of shock, she thought of looking for the existence of the other party, and Molly silently squeezed the check in her hand.

It's too late for her to go back now, right?Putting the check into her pocket, Molly suddenly remembered her forgotten feet.The needle-like pain stimulated her brain in an instant, and she was able to ignore the pain just now, isn't it a kind of magical ability?

However, it seems that there is no taxi here, right?Molly felt deeply frustrated for a moment.

She didn't know how she returned to the laboratory with her disabled feet, and pushed open the door tiredly, only then did Molly realize that there was one thing she had forgotten.She doesn't seem to have had lunch yet?It's just that when I entered the laboratory, my eyes were hurt by the bright light, and I suddenly smelled the smell of curry rice.

With a smile on his face and tears streaming down his face, he looked at the food, but the corner of his mouth suddenly curled down again. Sure enough, Sherlock Holmes has never been a kind person. Didn't this surprisingly lazy guy not throw away the food?Waiting to get moldy to do research?

Even though she was full of complaints, Molly was too lazy to talk to Sherlock. She found a bench to do it, and Molly felt cured. In fact, happiness is really only that simple.

Sherlock didn't seem to notice Molly's appearance from the very beginning, but when the other party knocked on the bench, he raised his eyes slightly, stayed on the other party's feet for a moment, and then moved his gaze to Molly, who seemed to be very attracted to him. The force microscope was on, and he was always doing some strange experiments. At least Molly couldn't understand his weird ideas that came out of nowhere.

Work was considered leisure, at least under the double torment of pain and hunger, Molly still waited until the off-duty time.Sighing, Molly was finally relieved to see that Sherlock, who was always nostalgic for a long time, planned to leave.She didn't want to ask the other party for help, and she didn't want the other party to continue to see her in a mess. With this in mind, Molly just sat here all afternoon.

In fact, it's not a big deal, and the afternoon will pass quickly.

However, Molly was surprised when the other party stopped in front of her.Raising his head slightly, this Sherlock looked even taller and slender in Molly's eyes.He squinted his eyes, as if he wanted to see if there was anything unusual about the other party. At least in Molly's mind, if the other party didn't have something to do, he would never have looked for her.

"Don't you want to go?" Sherlock still said the interrogative sentence in an affirmative tone.It seemed that in his eyes there was nothing he could not be sure of.

Molly didn't want to refute the other party, after all, she just took a sum of money from the other party's brother, and she is still hesitating whether to talk about it with Sherlock, "Of course." If she doesn't leave, she will really die in the Here it is.

"Do you want to eat dinner first, or go to the hospital first?" Sherlock said something that shocked Molly, not only because of the content of the other party's words, but also because when did Sherlock learn to ask for other people's opinions?This is a miraculous thing in Molly's eyes.

She was just a little dazed, but Sherlock standing in front of her frowned disapprovingly, as if she was thinking about some serious issue, but Sherlock quickly loosened his brows again.

Suddenly feeling the shadow approaching, the head that was slightly lowered due to fugue was raised again, but saw Sherlock's suddenly enlarged face in horror, opened his mouth and couldn't speak, but felt his body suddenly vacated.Although she looked very thin, Sherlock was able to hug her lightly, who was not considered light.There is a feeling of admiration.

"What are you going to do all of a sudden?" Molly's ears were stained with a blush. She would not be comfortable as long as she was one meter away from a man at any time, let alone getting along so close now.

"Your ankle is twisted, it's a waste of time." Sherlock Holmes will never say something nice, even though he is not young, but he is always childish like a child.

The corners of Molly's mouth trembled slightly, "I didn't intend to waste your time, when did you like to be so sentimental? Mr. Holmes." She really didn't understand what these people were trying to do, whether it was brother Whether it's the younger brother or not, it really isn't a normal existence.

It seems that Molly's words gave Sherlock some reminder, or thought of something.He suddenly put down Molly and strode forward.Staring blankly at Sherlock's back, there were not too many steps, and Molly suddenly felt that this was the case with the legendary self-inflicted crime.

Holding on to the handrail with difficulty, Molly moved down little by little, and finally moved to the platform at the turning point, but Molly felt that half a century of her life had passed.Lowering her head, Molly was about to continue working hard when she suddenly saw a piece of bread appearing in front of her eyes.

Raising her head in surprise, Molly saw Sherlock's still expressionless face, which suddenly became much more pleasing to the eye.

"I'll carry you, but don't get the bread on me." With deep disdain in his eyes, Sherlock was superior even when he was helping.

But Molly, who already knew the stakes, did not refuse the other party's help. You must know that she thought Sherlock had left just now, and the sadness in her heart did not appear in vain.Free labor, it would be foolish to let her go the second time.

However, as expected, he was immersed in his own thoughts just now, so he didn't hear her words?

The author has something to say: o(︶︿︶)o Oh, it’s finally done, in fact, it’s not too late compared to other times. Hehe In fact, in my impression, Sherlock is a standard British gentleman even if he is difficult to get along with I hope my feeling is not an illusion, and I hope that I am not so deeply influenced by the original work. In fact, I read it when I was very young, but it seems that the image of Sherlock has already taken shape. Sure enough, Conan Doyle is a genius as talented as Sherlock.