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

221B Baker Street

Wearing a black suit, Sherlock stood straight by the window of the living room, facing the window, with a calm expression on his eyes, a violin on his shoulder, and a bow in his hand, playing a song full of Scottish style. Cheerful song, from the style of the song, it can be felt that the mood of the big detective is probably pretty good today.

It's just that this kind of good mood immediately turned gloomy after seeing the black car slowly coming downstairs from Baker Street and finally parked in front of 221B. He pursed his thin lips and continued to wave his hands impatiently. The bow suddenly transformed into a melody like howling ghosts and wolves, which made John poke his head out of the kitchen with some trepidation. After seeing the detective's depressed and ugly face, he immediately knew in his heart that it would cause such a strong negative reaction to the detective. Only what he thought was his 'mortal enemy' - Mycroft came over.

"My dear brother, how are you and John these days?" Mycroft pushed the door in with a smile on his face, dressed in the same dress for thousands of years, a three-piece advanced custom black suit, black leather shoes and A black umbrella that never leaves your hand.

"..." Sherlock, who didn't hum, continued to play the violin at high speed, hoping to use this harsh sound like sawing wood and scraping glass to drive out this extremely unpopular Mycroft!Of course, hope is beautiful and reality is skinny.Despite Sherlock's angry and childish behavior, Mycroft sat down on the sofa calmly with a smile on his face, and even greeted John in the kitchen in a friendly manner.

"Why are you here?" Sherlock, who obviously felt that his actions were not threatening, let go of his hands unhappily, threw the violin and bow to the wooden piano stand next to him, and sat with his legs crossed. On the sofa opposite Mycroft.

"Is it wrong for me to see what's wrong with my brother?"

"Don't say that we are so close!"

"Oh Sherlock, duplicity is not something to advocate."

"I'm not duplicity, I'm telling the truth."

"Okay, Shut up, Sherlock." John came out of the kitchen, brought out a pot of light jasmine tea and a plate of delicate baked muffin refreshments and placed them on the glass tea table in the center of the sofa.

"The tea is bright yellow and green, with a strong fresh fragrance. It tastes mellow and refreshing when you drink it. John's ability to make tea is still as good as ever." Mycroft took the white porcelain teacup handed over by John, and put it on his lips gently He took a sip, then contentedly put a small cake on the plate and put it in his mouth to taste.

"This is a combination of jasmine and China's Huangshan Maofeng, called Maofeng Jasmine." John sat down beside Sherlock and explained.

"Give me some to drink later." Mycroft looked at John inquiringly.

"No!" Sherlock blurted out the words of rejection.

"What's the matter? Sherlock." John held the teacup in both hands and turned his head to look at Sherlock in puzzlement. Although this kind of Maofeng jasmine is relatively difficult to buy in the British market, but in order to thank Sherlock for his understanding of the last diamond theft case Sir Wattwiss gave them a whole ten catties of Maofeng jasmine tea.So, why not send some to McCoff?

"Five thousand pounds a catty." Sherlock tilted his curly hair, thought about it very seriously, and then stretched out five fingers towards Mycroft brightly, intending to blackmail his brother very openly.

"..."

"..."

Maofeng jasmine is just ordinary tea and not gold, right? ! ! !

"Ahem! Sherlock..." John clenched his fist and put it on the corner of his mouth to pretend to cough. Wouldn't it be good to rob McCoff like this?

"Sherlock, the pocket money I transfer to you every month will not be less than [-] pounds?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows.The implication is that he gives this brat so much money for free every month, and taking a catty or two of tea is not too much, right?

"One yard is one yard, pocket money is pocket money, this counts!" Sherlock stared at Mycroft intently, and continued in a serious tone: "I'm going to get married, and as a man, I have to work hard to earn money to support my family." !"

"...Really?" Mycroft asked sullenly.The younger brother of his family, who has always been a prodigal and spends money, actually said, 'We must work hard to earn money to support the family'?Oh, Daddy and Mommy will shed tears of relief when they hear it!

"Yeah!" Sherlock nodded heavily.

"Okay, please John pack up all the tea leaves for me, I want them all. Are you satisfied now, Sherlock." Mycroft has always pampered and pampered his precious little brother Line stocking policy.As the eldest brother, he has enough money and power in his hands, and his only younger brother should of course get the best material conditions he gives.But what McCoff didn't realize was that his unprincipled behavior was also an important reason why Sherlock would develop a character of lawlessness and fear of chaos in the world, not one of them.

"It's supposed to be like this, quickly bring the money!" Sherlock replied confidently, making Mycroft want to whip him.

"Mycroft, do you want to have lunch here before going back?" John poked an elbow on Sherlock's waist, preventing him from opening his mouth to continue to say things that would make McCoff more and more angry, turned his head, and pulled out a Asked Mycroft with a gentle smile.

"Sherlock!!" Another elbow was thrust into the waist vigorously, and John glanced at Sherlock with a smile on his face.

"Stay. Stay. Come. Eat!" Rubbing the soft flesh on the waist that was sorely poked by John, Sherlock said dryly, although he was reluctant to receive John's gaze. Said what John wanted to hear.What about those gnashing of teeth?Just ignore it as much as possible.

"Sherlock, this is the first time you've asked me to stay for dinner since you moved to London." Mycroft was filled with emotion for a moment, and his tone rose a lot uncontrollably.I think Sherlock has resisted staying with him since his youth rebellion, let alone eating at the same table.Look, it turns out that a lover has more influence than a brother! Mycroft won't admit that he feels a little jealous of John at this moment! "Time flies, Sherlock has grown so big in the blink of an eye, and he is about to start a family."

"Doesn't it mean that you're old just because I've grown up? Middle-aged bald uncle." Sherlock quickly took over the words with a vicious tongue. He has always been dedicated to the fight against McCoff, except for solving the case.

"Then I'll go and cook first, and you brothers can chat slowly." John reached out and patted Sherlock's hand, stood up from the sofa, and retreated from the Holmes brothers' battle zone very wisely.

"Sherlock, I have to say that what you said is very interesting, but even if I have white hair and old teeth and lose all my teeth, I'm still your brother. Also, being bald or something just means I'm smarter than you." McCaw The husband sat on the sofa calmly, raised his legs, looked at Sherlock still without any anger, just changed the subject and asked: "About that matter, I have already assured the Prime Minister that you will come back as soon as possible." Find out."

"Boring." Sherlock slumped on the sofa like a machine that had lost its combat effectiveness, uttering two words absently.

"Sherlock, I'm not joking. How did you find out?" McCaw's face seemed to be stained with a trace of seriousness, and Sherlock, who knew him well, knew that this was just an illusion put on by his brother. That's all.The members of the Sherlock Holmes family are born with acting genes that surpass ordinary people, and are indifferent and ignorant of others by nature. Only stupid mortals can never see through the truth and are willing to be played by others foolishly.

"I don't understand, why does your royal family always have so many secrets about invisible people? It's really annoying. The scandal last time will be repeated!" Sherlock grumbled, and those members of the British royal family are not How about playing some heavy-duty games that break through your own style when you are full and have nothing to do?That's fine, but he was so stupid that he forgot to wipe his mouth after eating to let others have the opportunity to do bad things, and let him, an innocent person, follow them to clean up the mess, oh, that's enough!

"That's the British royal family, not our Sherlock Holmes family's royal family? Therefore, the word 'we' is not appropriate." Mycroft reminded lightly.Of course, if he really thinks so, who knows?

"so what?"

"Not much! I just want results, Sherlock."

"Ha, a USB flash drive full of invisible people's secrets." Sherlock stood up and walked to the counter full of materials and magazines. His slender fingers precisely picked out a pink rhinestone studded from a pile of messy things. The cross-shaped small USB flash drive drew a dazzling arc in the air under the light, and the USB flash drive was thrown neatly into the hands of Mycroft who was still sitting on the sofa.

"Are you sure you don't have a backup?" Mycroft indifferently put the USB flash drive, which obviously didn't match his image, into the upper pocket of his suit, and asked as a matter of routine.

"Don't worry about my work."

"That's right." Although Sherlock's personality made people worry, but the aspect of handling cases has never made people worry.

"Also, please don't leave such a low-level and ridiculous case to me next time!" He is the only consulting detective in the world, and he is not the small policeman in Scotland Yard who specializes in helping people find lost property!The most important thing is that this case is too unchallenging, it is simply an insult to his IQ! !

"Why can't I personally come forward on this matter?" Mycroft said gloatingly.This kind of thing is hard to say and easy to say. For Mycroft, he does not have the slightest difficulty. Unfortunately, he is not willing to clean up this boring mess, not to mention that their MI[-] agents are not suitable for them. This kind of shady scandal will make a big fuss, otherwise it will really become a huge international joke.

"Hmph!" Sherlock sneered at this, don't think that he didn't know that McCoff did it on purpose!The price of the ten catties of tea he sold just now was really cheap! !

"Sherlock, you are serving the country like this." Mycroft continued to gloat.

"You'd better shut up, Mycroft." After finishing speaking, Sherlock pursed his lips and refused to pay any more attention to this annoying guy, Mycroft. His brother really was always at odds with him!

"Oh, is Sherlock angry?"

"No!"

"So, can the two of you come to eat?" After the tit-for-tat discussion between the two brothers came to an end, the dining table was already piled up with a fusion of Chinese and Western meals exuding tempting aromas, and John, who is always considerate and virtuous, was serving the last A plate of Coca-Cola Chicken Wings came out and placed in the middle of the table, and the red wine and tableware were also placed one by one.

"Mycroft, it's fine if you're not handsome, but now you've grown a small belly." Sherlock cast a disgusted glance at McCoff's stomach as he walked.

"Illusion! I've been exercising on the treadmill recently." Mycroft subconsciously glanced at his inconspicuous stomach wrapped in a black suit, and then retorted.When he sat at the dining table, the knife and fork in his hand unceremoniously forked a large piece of attractive chicken wing and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Don't try to hide it from my eyes. You can tell that you only have a few minutes to run recently." Sherlock took a sip of the red wine that John handed over, and continued to fight with Mycroft vigorously. war.

"John, the Chinese food you cook is very delicious. My brother is so lucky. I sincerely hope that one day you can feed him a beer belly too! That way, he won't be obsessed with my belly all the time. I'm thinking about it." Mycroft put Sherlock aside, raised his glass and clinked it lightly with John, with a smile on his eyes and a sincere tone.

"In that case, he won't be able to hunt down the murderer and clues in the streets and alleys of London as he likes in the future, and he will be very depressed." John imagined a fat curly-haired detective with a beer belly in his mind, oh my god , the truth is a hundred times scarier than Superman wearing underwear!

"Come on, Mycroft, don't be delusional. Even a mortal with a small head like John can know that what you want is absolutely impossible!" Sherlock put the fat and tender Wellington steak on his plate with incomparable precision. He cut it down with a single knife, and then sliced ​​several times horizontally before he satisfactorily picked it up and put it in his mouth to chew hard.John suddenly felt that Sherlock had mistook the steak for Mycroft, and the veins on the forehead of McCoff, who was sitting opposite him, visibly twitched, and his lips parted slightly. Well, a new round of war is underway in Sherlock. Under the provocation, it restarted again.

Although the Holmes brothers were a little noisy at the dinner table, John still felt that such a lively family dinner was so warm and beautiful!

Mycroft returned to the car parked on the street with a large bag of tea tightly packed in a white kraft paper bag. Although he was just a small 'government servant', his work was quite busy. Of course, these The so-called work is not difficult for him at all, but there are some things that he has to deal with personally.

"Salia, personally send someone to deliver this bag of tea to my hometown." Mycroft handed the brown paper bag to the secretary in the car, and it was not surprising to see that his beautiful secretary was still immersed in the blackberry. The world of mobile phones did not come out.In other words, this ability can be regarded as a realm?Well, since she never missed work, he, the boss, would not have any objection to this.

"All?" Shalia, who was holding a weight of ten catties in both hands, asked with some difficulty.

"Well, let's keep a third of it in the Downing Street house."

"Send it to the old Sherlock Holmes couple in your name, BOSS?"

"No, no, send it in the name of Sherlock and John, and say that this is a gift from them to show respect to their parents."

"Is there anything else to tell?"

"No need." Mycroft shook his head.

"Understood, I will order someone to do this as soon as possible." Shalia put the things on the side of the back seat, and when she was about to pick up her mobile phone to continue watching, she suddenly paused and turned her head to look at McCaw with a confused expression Husband, said with some hesitation: "Boss, that person seems to be very interested in your brother and John."

"Tsk! I believe I have at least 100 ways to make him disappear forever in this world without being discovered. You must know that there are always dozens of people in the UK who die suddenly due to various accidents every year. The person." Mycroft's sharp and sharp eyes seemed to be able to pierce people's hearts, and Shalia quickly lowered her head in an evasive manner.

"So……"

"Some people have value in the world even if they are disgusting. However, if he exceeds the bottom line I set for him, then he has no value at all. Let people raise the surveillance level to one level, give I sent extra men to keep an eye on him and Baker Street."

"Yes," the conversation was over, and Mycroft leaned back on the back seat and closed his eyes to doze off. The beautiful secretary quickly restrained the strange emotions she had revealed, and her eyelids dipped headlong into the world of the mobile phone again. The street scene outside the window passed by quickly. There was a moment of silence in the car.