[sherlock] It's mine, don't move!

Sherlock didn't return to 221B Baker Street all night, so where did he go?

Master bedroom at 226 Downing Street

Warm yellow is the main color of the bedroom, the rustic wooden floor of the same color under the gorgeous crystal chandelier, the whole space layout is free and spacious, and in the middle is a walnut solid wood bed with a four-poster solid wood drape that highlights the low-key luxury. The black lacquer hollow classic pattern handle is covered with a beige lampshade bed lamp, and finally there is only a spacious sofa with simple and comfortable lines in the same color.

The quiet night as always was broken by the sound of 'ping ping pong pong', followed by the sound of 'tap, tap, tap' slippers gradually came from the corridor, and finally 'thump! After a loud noise, the door was knocked open, and a tall and thin figure rushed into the bedroom and went straight to the most obvious target inside—the four-poster bed.

"Who?!!" Mycroft quickly rolled off the bed and shouted in a low voice.

"..." The figure continued to fall on the bed unmoved.

"For God's sake! Sherlock, why are you harassing me on my bed in the middle of the night!!!!" He quickly turned on the crystal lamp, stood on the blanket with bare feet, and was wearing a condom. Mycroft, in the lavender silk pajamas with long swings, glared at the bastard brother who dared to "attack" him at night with veins popping out of his forehead!

"Sherlock, if you weren't my brother, I would have shot you a long time ago!" The hand holding the Browning pistol slowly dropped, and Mycroft threw the gun on the sofa beside him in a rage.

"..." Sherlock, who was facing the quilt and buried himself so that only a bunch of black curly hair was exposed, still didn't make a sound.

This time Mycroft was a little worried, frowned, and didn't care about putting on shoes on his bare feet, and walked quickly to Sherlock's side, only to find that this worry-free younger brother was walking in the middle of the winter night. He was only wearing a white shirt and trousers, and he ran out without even a coat, his whole body was blue from the cold, and he looked at the woolen slippers that were still hanging on his toes, ruthlessly staining his lovely big bed, oh His bed covers will definitely be replaced with new ones tomorrow!

But Sherlock's lifeless ghost...

"Sherlock, did you quarrel with your John? So you ran away from home in the middle of the night?" Mycroft just felt sorry for his quilt, and then focused on his baby brother again. There are as many as there are, but there is only this one younger brother.Although he had never been relieved, he was still his younger brother.

"I didn't run away from home." Sherlock finally raised his head a second before he was about to smother himself to death, and curled his lips at his brother with an ugly face to retort.

"Then you were kicked out?" Mycroft touched his chin, sat beside Sherlock, and continued to speculate with interest, "Oh, John, a good man who is loyal to you and obedient to you, would actually put you Kicked out of the house? Could it be that the anger index that you provoked him to be angry has exploded this time, so the little heart that was all on you was outraged for good or bad, which led to a sudden enlightenment and decided to break up with you?"

"...You were kicked out! John won't break up with me!!"

"That's right, John usually beats you up first and then throws you on the sofa in the living room and won't push you out the door to take advantage of others."

"Mycroft, don't be a relationship consultant like someone else."

"Your brother and I are quite proficient in this area, and you can consult for free."

"It's really annoying."

"Oh, okay, my brother, tell me the truth." Mycroft pulled the quilt from Sherlock's body in one go, kicked the silly brother on the side of the bed, and then stretched out his hand to shake the silly brother. The quilt was successfully covered.In winter, even if there is sufficient heating in the bedroom, it still makes people feel a kind of psychological chill, okay?Moreover, this is his bed and his quilt!

"Mycroft, why don't you go to the guest room to sleep?" Sherlock unceremoniously kicked his legs on the soft flesh of McCoff's waist, rubbing his body and curling himself into a proficient curl. spring rolls.

"..." The quilt in his hand was empty, and his body was instantly chilled.

"I don't want to sleep with you, you're not John."

"Sherlock!" I really want to kick this brat to the foot of the bed, let him sleep on the carpet tonight!

"Mycroft, the fat around your waist has grown two times, compared to last time." Glancing at McCoff, Sherlock stretched out two fingers expressionlessly.

"I've gained a lot of weight!" Stretching out his hand and slapping the 'spring roll' vigorously, and then rolling it on himself, Mycroft retorted decisively with his thin-haired head.

"Two laps! The little belly has come out, don't lie to yourself!" Sherlock didn't care about McCoff, rolled away half of the quilt, turned his head to rest on his arm, squinted his eyes and scanned McCoff up and down. , said affirmatively: "If you keep getting so fat, you won't even be able to fit in that black car."

"You don't need to worry about this. I will naturally apply to the government for another one. Also, Sherlock, it's true that my official car is black, but the phrase 'black car' is not correct when used on it. If you still have common sense." Mycroft has never understood why Sherlock always likes to refer to his car as a black car, well, although it is indeed black, but in a sense-black Cars are not equal to 'black cars'!

"You can apply for a white car at that time, but just be careful not to decorate it too much into a hearse."

Is this what Sherlock means to curse his brother to death?

"Sherlock, you're getting less and less cute." Mycroft said with emotion, his eyes twitched. This wayward brother stumbled on John, so he came here specially to trouble his brother? "Think about how cute you were when you were a child, a soft baby with a bunch of soft curly hair on your head, and often grinned at me with a pacifier in your mouth."

It's a pity that when I was young, I was an angel and grew up to be a devil. She was so cute when I was young, and then I was so hateful when I grew up. Sherlock, a good seedling, has grown into a crooked neck tree unknowingly, and it's still the kind that can't be pulled back!

"God! Mycroft, the idiot you mentioned is definitely not me!" Sherlock would never admit that he was the idiot drooling with a pacifier when he was a child.

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense. What's the matter with you?" Mycroft asked lightly.Putting aside the melancholy nostalgia for Sherlock when he was a child, Mycroft silently decided in his heart that he would take some time tomorrow to enjoy the photos and videos that were specially backed up and stored in the hard drive of the laptop.look!How wise he was, who was only 7 years old at the time, he knew early in the morning that these precious images should be kept as souvenirs, and he should keep things in multiple directions.

"Don't you reason and deduce it? It's just like the games we used to play."

"Oh that's too bad! I'm not in the mood to play such a silly game with you at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night."

"It's fine if you don't guess, I'm going to sleep, don't disturb me." Sherlock squinted his eyes and thought seriously for a while, then he confessed, turned around and grabbed the corner of the quilt with both hands, and closed it on his own. Eyes go to sleep.

"..." Mycroft began to seriously consider whether to print out those photos and send them to newspapers. He would definitely snatch the headlines on the front page of all the news. The title was: The out-of-print photo of a baby with a pacifier by the great detective Sherlock Holmes!

Looking down at Sherlock who was asleep and still frowning, his thin lips slightly pursed as if he was still worrying about some problem, he carefully stretched out his hand to tuck the quilt covering him, and Mycroft sighed slightly in his heart In his tone, Sherlock thought that he wouldn't find out the problem with this brat if he didn't insist on speaking up?If his silly brother continues to mess around like this, he will be beaten to death by John sooner or later, right?After going back this time, Sherlock will definitely hit the iron plate. John's seemingly honest and loyal former military doctor is definitely not easy to mess with.

For God's sake!He was definitely not gloating about it.He was just very pleased that he had finally found someone who could thoroughly discipline this brat, Sherlock. Since he was ten years old, this guy had never listened to his dad, mommy, let alone obeyed his brother's discipline. What's more troublesome is that Sherlock always likes to confront him tit for tat. John's appearance is really a gift from God to the Sherlock Holmes family!

"Mycroft, your bed is really uncomfortable." After Sherlock finished washing, he was wearing the well-fitting suit that McCoff had prepared. He complained in a dissatisfied tone and walked out of the bedroom slowly.look!It's just after 9 o'clock. If he's in 221B, he will automatically sleep until John comes to give him a lingering good morning kiss to wake him up, and then he will have a delicious Chinese lunch, so it won't be so early I woke up myself.

McCoff was wearing a standard three-piece black suit and black leather shoes. He was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, sipping a cup of coffee in his hand. On the coffee table in front were several reports and documents of the day. Newspaper, looked up at Sherlock and complained with the same dissatisfaction, "You kept me up all night!"

Please, since Sherlock knew he had to sleep in separate rooms at the age of ten, the two brothers haven't slept together in the same bed for almost 20 years. He doesn't recognize beds but he recognizes people!

"Hey, it doesn't matter how serious it is, you don't sleep as well as someone else." Sherlock curled his lips in disdain.

"Sherlock, don't be smart."

"Humph"

McCoff put the coffee in his hand on the coffee table, threw the documents in front of Sherlock, and said in a helpless tone: "Sherlock, John's condition is not good again, he just ran to the psychiatrist to tell you I don't want to sleep with him, and said I suspect you don't like him anymore."

"Tsk, why do you need to see a psychiatrist when I'm here? I'm better than her." Sherlock took the record in his hand, sat next to Mycroft, also crossed his legs, and picked up a glass of what the maid had just said. He took a sip of the hot coffee that was served comfortably. He felt that the only advantage of being here at Mycroft was that he could have a cup of coffee before breakfast in the morning. John would only fill him with milk!

Well, he misses John a little bit.

"Damn it, when did I say I don't want him anymore! This is just a random fabrication, distorting the facts!!" Sherlock quickly scanned through all the records of John's conversation with Mrs. Howard in the clinic, and pulled his face angrily. The curly hair vents.

"That's not the point. The point is, did your head show off, and the meat flew out of your mouth like this?" Mycroft said with a headache on his forehead.When will his emotional idiot brother be able to get a little better? Don't let him, the elder brother, even worry about intercourse? !

Sherlock began to purse his lips again, turned his head, and ignored people.

"Silly brother, even if you will be legally married next month, you have also seen that people who get married can still get divorced, not to mention that John and you are only formally engaged. Don't forget, John But it is a hot item, and there is a beautiful nurse who is watching your man all the time, secretly waiting for an opportunity to capture John back into her hands."

"Mary Morstan?"

"She's quite a competitive competitor, isn't she?"

"Tsk, a liar."

"If you don't make a stamp first and let John be your person, be careful that Mary will take the lead and wait until John and Mary get married and have children. Even if she is a liar, John's personality will forgive her. I told you early in the morning. Excuse me, John is a person who yearns for his family very much, so don't regret it then." Otherwise, why did he deliberately take Daddy and Mommy to 221B Baker Street to meet John a few days ago?Look, the effect is not very good?John is obviously yearning for the big warm family of Sherlock Holmes, and it can be predicted that it will feel good when the big family lives together.But, just a few days later, why did Sherlock cause him new troubles? !

"But……"

"Remember the red beard?" Mycroft reminded casually.

Sherlock's face darkened, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Mycroft, I'm not a child anymore."

"Sherlock, love itself is the product of sublimation from spirit to union." Mycroft glanced at Sherlock, whose expression was still ugly. Doesn't this expression of emotion just show that this person is still brooding over the events of the year?In his eyes, the current Sherlock seems to have become the child who didn't grow up back then, the child who was confused and at a loss in front of him because of the red beard. Now he can only persuasion slowly, "John is not That red beard, don't be afraid, Sherlock, you can try to accept him."

"This is abnormal, very abnormal. Obviously emotion and reason are opposites. I shouldn't be too involved with the outside world, but... why can't I control it!" Sherlock stood up from the sofa, lying on the pure beige wool Walking back and forth on the carpet irritably, it looked like he was about to wipe off a layer of wool from the blanket.

"Sherlock, I taught you that emotion and reason are in opposition to each other, because I want you to use reason to protect yourself from being hurt again after that incident. Energy will be betrayed later, this is the universal abuse of human beings, it will be a fatal blow to you, and it will make you willing to destroy. Thank God, I never thought that there would be another John Wah in this world He is an exception, this is normal, it means that your hormones are attracting each other, and you have feelings for him."

"it `s just normal?"

"Of course, after you guys are done, it will be back to normal the next day."

"Won't something terrible happen?"

"No, I promise!"

"Really?"

"My God! If you're not that incompetent, give me a fuck. I'm sorry to have a stupid brother like you!" Mycroft's tone was full of indignation.

Taking another look at Sherlock, who was back on the sofa with his legs crossed and his hands clasped in expressionless thinking, Mycroft took a look at the screen of the mobile phone that was ringing, and then raised his tone casually: "Oh listen Said that Miss Mary is going in the direction of John, I don’t know if they will have a wonderful date today.”

"I still have things to do, let's take a step first." Sherlock stood up neatly, straightened his suit, and was ready to go out with his head upright. What's the destination?Needless to say, everyone knows it.

"Don't I need to tell you where the date is?"

"I don't need reasoning to know, goodbye." Sherlock waved his hand indifferently, and left without looking back.

"Good luck, my brother."

"Boss, the meeting of the House of Lords at ten o'clock today is about to begin." The beautiful secretary, as always, held a black drug phone in her hand while looking at the screen, walked up to McCoff and stood in front of him, reminding her boss of today's meeting schedule. "Salia, have I gained weight?" asked his secretary, and then did not wait for her answering room, "Pushing off all my schedule this morning, after a long silence, Mycroft sat on the sofa and looked up very If you look carefully, you can see a person talking to himself slowly walking towards exercise, I want to run well..."