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

London's nightlife has always belonged to bars and dance halls. Everyone is used to living a quiet and well-regulated life in this ancient and silent metropolis during the day. Only at night will they appear enthusiastic and cheerful. Tonight For most British people, it is an ordinary night to relax after busy work, but for the two brothers of the Holmes family, it is a special night.

221B Baker Street

"Sherlock, you have violated my arrangement. Could it be that the night you said 'I will never forget' is two big men drinking together in 221B?" Mycroft frowned, crossed his hands Leaning on the door frame, he stared at Sherlock in purple silk pajamas incomprehensibly. God knows that he even turned off all the official business and schedules that needed to be dealt with at night because of this willful Sherlock. Is it just to sit down? Accompanying Sherlock on a bachelor's night without any special meaning in this small, small rented living room?Enough is enough!

"Mycroft, I will arrange my bachelor night, shut up."

"It doesn't seem wise." Mycroft raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything more.He lowered his hands, straightened his back from the door frame, walked towards Sherlock's position with his usual calm and unhurried steps.Immediately afterwards, the two brothers sat down on the two green and red sofas that were moved to face each other in an unusually synchronized manner. There is a precise distance of six centimeters on the back.

"Mycroft, my single night is up to me, shut up." Sherlock leaned out from the red sofa chair, stretched out his long arms and picked up the two thick sticks that he had placed on the glass coffee table earlier in the morning. The long glass measuring cylinder, when held in the hand, was like showing off a newly found fun and interesting toy. In front of Mycroft, the two measuring cylinders were shaken from side to side and up and down several times, and at the same time, a picture was drawn. A big smile, revealing a mouthful of bright white teeth.And Mycroft sat opposite, maintaining a calm and unmoved expression, he was watching the situation quietly, since Sherlock had never given him a good face since he became an adult, there must be a monster if something abnormal happens!

"This is...experimental equipment?" Mycroft lowered his head, looked at the glass tube that was forced into his hand, and looked at Sherlock with a strange expression. They need to do experiments on single night?

"Well, let's use this to drink!" Sherlock continued to watch Mycroft closely with a half-smile, eagerly hoping to see a different expression on the face of his always calm brother. , Unfortunately, his wish is doomed to fail.

"Good idea." Mycroft played with the things in his hand, calmly.

"Really?" Sherlock asked back, and his mood also dropped from the expectation at the beginning to the depressed state.

"Of course. Are we going to get drunk tonight?"

"Mycroft, don't you never get drunk?"

"Oh, I do strictly control the intake of alcohol, you must know that this liquid will not only have a bad effect on my sanity, but you must know that I have three highs, the so-called drinking and drinking will hurt the body, but who is called This is your last single night, and I can make an exception for this." Mycroft looked at Sherlock with a look of 'you should be very honored for this', and admired the other party for a few seconds with satisfaction. After adding a blank expression on his face, he opened his mouth softly: "So, where is the wine?"

"Mycroft, you're not likable!"

"In terms of human sophistication alone, I still have an absolute advantage compared to you." In fact, in most respects, McCoff felt that he was more perfect, smarter, and better at disguising than Sherlock. Could it be that Is it the difference of being born earlier?

Sherlock reached out his hand depressedly, and pulled back the white cloth, which was covered with ups and downs and unevenness because of the boxes on the wool blanket, shook it, threw it again, and then boxed wooden wine boxes of different varieties and grades It was displayed in front of the two of them.Red wine, champagne, Moutai whiskey, etc. are all available, making people dazzled.Sherlock had purposely bought the wine from a wine merchant he had saved from prison, a clear case of miscarriage of justice, it was obvious, but the dumb cops at Scotland Yard couldn't find it. More useful evidence pushed the wine merchant to the bench for trial, and he just thought the case was interesting so he took it.In order to show his gratitude, the wine merchant gave Sherlock the cheapest and most favorable price, and even took out the goods from the bottom of the warehouse, and personally helped to drive them to 221B Baker Street.

For this reason, Sherlock felt confidently that he would pour Mycroft down tonight, and then...

However, after seeing Mycroft's unchanging dead fish face, Sherlock felt uneasy for no reason.Uh... Shouldn't he make mistakes in reasoning this time? .

"Let's just drink like this?" Mycroft watched Sherlock open ten bottles of red wine with a tool and put them on the space between their sofas, tentatively suggesting, "I think red wine should be red Drinking from a wine glass will create more atmosphere, right?"

"do not want!"

"Okay." Seeing Sherlock puffed up his face in displeasure, Mycroft directly compromised.Mycroft had to admit that he just couldn't see his brother being wronged or angry.Then?Then he directly got Sherlock's tailor-made red wine poured exactly 678.66ml.So, Mycroft really thinks that he is a good brother who dotes on his younger brother. Look at him willing to drink red wine with such an untasteful glass measuring cylinder for his younger brother. If he said it, it would move people to tears!

Still... "Why stop at 678.66ml?"

"Because I went to St. Barts Hospital yesterday and went to Jasmine to measure our alcohol intake. This scale is the best position for us to feel excited and blissful without getting drunk." Sherlock said. He answered irrefutably, the fact that he went to find Jasmine should have been reported to his desk in Downing Street by those annoying monitors and agents early in the morning, he really knew the truth!

"Oh." It took a long time for Mycroft to spit out a tone word that didn't mean anything.The blue eyes narrowed slightly, then stretched out the glass measuring cylinder and bumped into the crooked one in Sherlock's hand, making a light, crisp and ethereal sound, and drank it upside down in one gulp. Li poured the mouth of the measuring cylinder down, leaving no drop, and looked straight at Sherlock with a hint of provocation.

"You think I dare not drink it? I'll drink it for you now!" So, in this world, there is no one who has the ability to make the big detective blow up in an instant, except his brother Mycroft!

"Very well, another canister for Sherlock! Cheers!"

"cheers"

"Oh you're already drinking? I'm so glad that Sherlock will follow my advice and just drink and not make trouble! You know, Sherlock is getting married to John tomorrow. It's great, but you have to keep your spirits up." And physical strength to cope with the wedding, isn't it, Mr. Holmes." Mrs. Hudson pushed open the door and came in with a large pot of sober tea that had just been brewed. Sherlock and the others will have a headache the next day, look how gentle and considerate John is to Sherlock

"I can't suppress the joy in my heart." Mycroft raised the measuring cylinder in his hand to Mrs. Hudson and replied dryly.

"It's too fake, Mycroft, your heart has never been truly happy." Sherlock waved the glass tube and sneered at it.

"I'm just happy that you don't have to make me responsible for your old age."

"I would rather die alone."

"On the surface, you are bickering, but you are still very happy to see him get married and have a family." Putting the things in her hand on the coffee table, Mrs. Hudson said with an expression of not disturbing your last single night, and retreated. out.

"Sorry, you mean me?" Mycroft raised his head and looked suspiciously at Mrs. Hudson who had already walked outside the door.

"It's you." Mrs. Hudson turned around and nodded heavily at McCoff, then waved the tray as farewell, then closed the door and went downstairs.She also has to sleep well tonight to welcome Sherlock and John's wedding tomorrow, oh, which dress is better to wear tomorrow?

"..."

"..."

"I'm not trying to be rude to a lady, but it's definitely a wrong choice to try to guess my true thoughts with her intelligence!" Mycroft told Sherlock in a flat tone.In fact, McCoff didn't mean to point at Mrs. Hudson or have any bad opinion of her, he just told the truth.After all, for the Sherlock Holmes brothers, there should be very few people in the world who can be called intelligent, right?

"That's right, for a person with no less than a hundred fake masks piled on his face, and no less than a thousand firewalls in his mind that hide various virus traps along the way, not to mention people, even ghosts can't see your truth." What is the idea?" Sherlock continued to use the unique language of the great detective to be mean to Mycroft.

"A lot of compliments, please."

"I told you not to be sentimental, this is not a compliment!" His words were clearly derogatory! !Why has Mycroft degenerated to the point where he can't understand human speech? ! !

"Stop messing around and drink quickly!"

"Tsk! Just drink it!!" It's better to drink McCoff to death, let him go to hell!

"Marriage is a funeral that is about to step into the grave. Those who participate are the crowd watching the monkeys, or the kind that don't need to buy tickets! I don't understand why humans would hold such a boring ceremony. Do you remember when we were young The only time I went to a wedding was Uncle Robert's, and it was so boring, it was like watching a Jockey Deaf play."

"I remember that we were supposed to be taken as flower girls by Mommy at that time, right? Then, you messed up everything in the house angrily, and even trampled to death a lot of roses that Daddy planted in the garden, Just because it wastes your time reading."

"Finally at the wedding, in collusion with you, I decisively poured laxatives into the drinks at the wedding banquet, using my latest invention 'Black Abdominal No. [-]'."

"'Accomplices'? No, no, no, I just set up a small cover to clean up the mess for you, so you were lucky not to be caught on the spot for evidence. However, since then, Daddy and Mommy have never called out again. We've been to any wedding party." So, now the feng shui turns, the two brothers were Uncle Robert's flower girl, and now it's the turn of the old Uncle Robert's youngest son to be Sherlock's flower girl , will something happen?Mycroft felt that he had to send more people tomorrow, yes, he had to check all the things at the entrance of the wedding banquet again!

"In short, getting married is something that I can't understand, but John likes it." Sherlock kicked the empty red wine bottles aside with his feet, then pried open another wine box with his hand, and took out a few bottles of brandy , Open the bottle and pour the graduated cylinder, and continue to drink while chattering.

"So, has Sherlock's rationality been defeated by emotion? It seems that you like John very much." Mycroft took a sip and looked at Sherlock who was already a bit dazed.

"No...don't know."

"Have you not figured out what your feelings for John are?"

"He is the most important existence, uh, I will protect him."

"This sounds rather unwise." McCoff said lightly without comment.

"Remember the first Sherlock Holmes family motto? Be faithful and trust your partner and spend your life proving that you won't let him down."

"For God's sake! No one can use his whole life to prove a false oath." The detective who continued to drink himself shook his head. No one could predict when he would die or have an accident. He never If you believe these lies, you will not promise John in this way. As long as he lives one day, he will guarantee his love and loyalty to John for one day.

"Sherlock, don't drink too fast." Mycroft frowned and looked at Sherlock who was drinking like water.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!!!" Sherlock, who had completely filtered out Mycroft's words, threw the measuring cylinder back unhappily, and directly took the wine bottle and put it on.

So an hour later, one of the world's only consulting detectives was, of course - a drunkard!

"I'm a world-renowned detective, are you? I ask...are you?" Sherlock, who was propping up a green sofa chair with one hand and holding a whiskey bottle in the other, stood up staggeringly with blurred eyes, and turned to Mai Kauf took two steps closer and sat down on the soft beige wool blanket with limp legs.

"No, I'm not." They all told this silly brother not to drink in such a hurry, and to drink like others, look!If you don't listen to his brother's words, you will be at a disadvantage right in front of you.

"I know more than 100 kinds... er... I mean, I don't remember... I don't remember why..." Sherlock held the bottle in his arms, pointed at Mycroft and muttered Talking intermittently.

"Sherlock?"

"It should be solving the case and something else, ah! I know more than 100 kinds of things?"

"You're drunk." Mycroft shook his dizzy head, took a big sip of the hangover tea that was on the side, and then poured another cup and handed it to Sherlock.

"who are you?"

"Your brother." Seeing the delirious Sherlock, Mycroft helplessly answered his nonsense while pinching his chin and pouring sober tea directly into his slightly opened mouth.

Sherlock covered his mouth, which was coughing desperately because he drank too fast, and opened his big red eyes, trying to kill the man with his eyes, and shouted loudly: "Ahem! You want to kill me? I won't Afraid of you!"

"Bullshit!"

"I have already assured Mommy and Daddy that your wedding will go smoothly, Sherlock, you are not allowed to mess with me." Mycroft sat cross-legged in front of Sherlock, and seriously reminded himself of this thing that never made him feel at ease. younger brother.

"Cheers again!!!"

"Don't drink it! If you drink any more, you won't be able to get up tomorrow!"

"No, I still want to drink! I'm going to pour Mycroft down, and then...hehe..."

"Then what?" Mycroft asked softly, reaching out to pat the detective's face.

"Then? Then... just throw him into the red-light district! I said... I said he was cold and cold. If you don't believe me... I'm going to be fine... By the way, I'm going to inform that guy, and then It's time for him to honor our deal!"

"Then how do you know I'm going to be drunk?"

"I asked Jasmine to measure it, and Mycroft will definitely be drunk! Hiccup, have another drink."

"Oh, really hard work." Mycroft's eyes were dim, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he took the wine bottle from Sherlock's hand.But it's a pity, Sherlock, some information, even if you have to go through five stages to get it, it may not be true, you are really too tender!Although he thinks he is a good brother who cares about his younger brother, he still has to give this foolish brother who dared to design him a serious lesson, so as not to do it again!

"BOSS?" The driver sitting in the black car outside the gate of 221B Baker Street got out of the car with a look of surprise on his face, strode up and walked up with his boss, holding on to the left and right while walking, the detective was already staggering, and opened the back seat He opened the car door, and carefully stuffed the two men reeking of alcohol into the car.

"Red light district." Mycroft said lightly.

"what?"

"Go to the red light district and throw Sherlock there!" Mycroft glanced impatiently at the driver who seemed to suspect that he was hallucinating, paused, and continued: "Find a room with heating, the room must be passable, Remember to cover him with a quilt, and send a few more people to watch over him, and don’t allow those who don’t know how to approach him! Also, call John before 7 o’clock tomorrow.”

"..." The driver thought silently, why not just take his precious brother back to 226 Downing Street?

"Ok?"

"Got it, boss!"

"Very good!" Mycroft felt happily that he could hardly wait to see Sherlock's unbelievable dumb expression tomorrow, and of course, John's reaction tomorrow!Must be interesting! !The author has something to say: If the author does not update in the morning, he will update in the afternoon. In short, keep updating daily, please bookmark and leave a lot of comments!