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

'thumping! ! With a bang, the door of 221B was kicked open, and Sherlock, who was still wearing a purple silk pajamas hanging loosely on his body, glanced at the living room full of people with a tense expression. Slowly retracting his feet, leaning his body, leaning his elbows on the door frame, he asked, "Why did you come to London in the middle of the night?"

"For God's sake! Sherlock, do you dare to destroy another door?" John roared angrily from downstairs.Since they moved back to 221B, Sherlock has dismantled 6 doors in all kinds of strange ways because of all kinds of mischief and temper tantrums!It's still the kind that is unpacked and unpacked! !If this continues, he will change from Dr. Watson to Carpenter Watson. He never wanted to do this job!Moreover, Mrs. Hudson, the landlord, has already complained to him several times, and he will definitely be angry if he demolishes it again this time.

"I didn't do it! It was Mycroft!!" Sherlock subconsciously turned his head and shouted back downstairs.After shouting, he stomped his feet in annoyance, mistake!Absolutely a mistake! !With his IQ, how could he forget that Mycroft is still downstairs with John?It's all alcohol's fault, and he doesn't drink anymore.

"...In short, enough is enough for me." John's voice paused for a moment, and then he helplessly weakened his voice and shouted back.Looking at the innocent-looking Mycroft standing next to him, John felt that Sherlock's ability to open his eyes and tell lies seemed to have improved a lot.

"Tsk! What's all the fuss about, isn't it just a piece of wood?" Sherlock muttered dissatisfiedly.How many people in London want him to knock on the door, and he doesn't even bother to do it!

"Sherlock, you can't slam the door like this again! Tell me, how many residents in 221B have complained to me about your problem? They said that you will always make some inexplicable loud noises at some inexplicable time, If this continues, they will suffer from a nervous breakdown." Mrs. Hudson, who heard the conversation between Sherlock and John, was the first to complain.Since Sherlock came back, under John's indulgence, her level of willful nonsense is almost as high as that of two years ago, and the number of complaints she received as a landlord has increased exponentially.Is it okay to let Sherlock go on messing around?She, a lonely and helpless old woman, made a living by collecting rent and working as a housekeeper.Could it be that Sherlock is going to scare away all the customers of 221B, and then take over the entire building of 221B?

The two gray-haired old men on the sofa in the middle of the living room were obviously also frightened by Sherlock's 'earth-shattering' sound of opening the door. They opened their eyes and opened their mouths slightly to look at their young son who looked like a hooligan. , completely stunned.After a long time, the old Sherlock Holmes and his wife who came back to their senses looked at each other for a while, and then the old Mr. Holmes said, "Oh Sherlock, you are back? Why did we rush from Oklahoma to London in the middle of the night? Besides, the most important thing right now is your business."

"Also, we have never taught you such disrespectful behavior." Sherlock Holmes has always been a good tutor, as can be seen from Mycroft's decent words and deeds.It's a pity that everyone in the family didn't know which part of the education went wrong, which caused the young son to grow more and more crooked under their guidance, and eventually grew into the most heterogeneous existence in the Sherlock Holmes family. "Old man, be honest, did you secretly teach Sherlock badly while I was away?"

"Old woman, I can swear to God, absolutely not."

"Oh, come on! Daddy, our Sherlock Holmes family are all atheists. Why do you swear to God? Also, what's the matter with you?" Sherlock asked, holding his forehead with a headache.

"No no no! Son, your daddy, I go to church every week to give the most devout worship to God." Old Mr. Holmes shook his head, refuting Sherlock's words unhappily.

"Okay, don't talk, old man, I don't know how little you think? Every time I go shopping with Linda and the others is when you excuse yourself to go to church. Now is not the time to discuss this, I On the wedding day, your son went to the red-light district alone to pick up girls. What’s the matter? At the beginning, our whole family hoped that you could find a daughter-in-law back in London, but you would rather die than do it. Now it’s better It’s easy to get enlightened, isn’t it too late for you to do this kind of thing again? This is not the point! The point is that you can’t choose today if you want to steal it? It’s fine if you choose today, and you were caught by John? Is the IQ in your brain worthless?" The old Mrs. Holmes mercilessly recounted Sherlock's various crimes in front of everyone.

"That's right, Sherlock, it's too shameful for you to behave like this." The old Mr. Holmes, who was a little guilty and always strict with his wife, hurriedly chimed in.

"Also, since you really want to marry John, treat him wholeheartedly! We, the Sherlock Holmes family, have never had a cheating or a third party in history, even if you are a maverick in everything. If , let us know if you dare to flirt outside, I will let Mycroft break your legs!! Do you hear me?"

"I will not betray John!" Sherlock glared at Mrs. Holmes and replied firmly.For God's sake!He won't be interested in those stupid stupid men and women who are like goldfish in a fish tank outside. His low EQ doesn't mean he's an emotional idiot, okay?

"That's what you said!" Mrs. Holmes raised her round chin, clasped her hands on her knees, and continued to ask, "Sherlock, what is the first house rule of our Holmes family?"

"Damn family rules again! I said that unrealistic thing, so I won't say it." Sherlock straightened his silk pajamas, and the sticky feeling of being soaked made him uncomfortable, and Except for the intact face, every skin and bone in his whole body was filled with pain and soreness after being punched by John heavily. These feelings mixed together are simply terrible!Now, he still has to stay here and endure the so-called 'interrogation of love'?Enough is enough! !

"Sherlock, listen to Mommy!"

"Do not listen!"

"Sherlock!"

"Damn wife is strict! I would rather die than follow those idiot house rules. If you two join forces to deal with me, I will jump from the window of 221B!" Why didn't Sherlock say to escape from under the door?please!The big devil Mycroft and the skilled ex-soldier John are still guarding the door. Even if he turns into a dragon, he can't escape? !

"Oh Mrs. Holmes, don't you guys stop persecuting Sherlock? In this matter, Sherlock did not do the right thing. We can teach him a lesson." Mrs. Hudson sat there and looked at the old man in embarrassment. The Holmes couple looked at the stubborn Sherlock at the door again, and raised objections.In the end, she still treats Sherlock as her own child from the bottom of her heart, and it is unlikely that Sherlock's famous dramas will go out to steal food. Moreover, the whole body is wet now, even with the curly hair that is usually curled up. It's really pitiful to hang down without energy.Oh her baby bump Sherlock! "Sherlock, why don't you hurry up and sit down and tell us what happened last night? Let me tell you, if your answer doesn't satisfy me, I will teach you a lesson for John." Meal."

"I've said it all, I didn't do anything, I'm innocent!" Sherlock scratched his half-dry black curly hair irritably, walked into the living room with his mouth curled up, and walked towards Hudson. The wife sat down on the arm of the sofa chair.

"Who told you where to sit?" Mrs. Holmes raised her eyebrows and stared at Sherlock.

"Otherwise?" Sherlock said the same action.

"Stand up from the armrest, walk in front of us, and sit down on this coffee table. The more serious scene will still be shown, as the so-called trial in three sessions!" Old Mrs. Holmes stretched out her fat hand, with a serious expression on her face. From the side sofa where Sherlock was sitting pointed to the glass coffee table directly opposite them.

"Oh my god! What are you guys trying to do? Hurry up, I'm going to sleep, or today's wedding will be canceled for me." Sherlock was completely irritable.

"Don't talk nonsense, listen to your mother." The old Mr. Holmes continued to stand firm.

"Tsk!" Glaring at his father in dissatisfaction, Sherlock stood up from the sofa with a 'kick', turned around 180 degrees on the spot, and fell directly on the glass coffee table, with his legs crossed and raised, supporting himself with one hand. Lifting his tall and thin chin, he asked old Mrs. Holmes: "Say something quickly!"

"You speak first."

"What am I going to say? I've said everything. I don't know anything. I was framed by Mycroft. While I was drunk, he specially asked his agents to send me to the red light district, and then called John. Have a 'catch the rape in bed' and we're back. It's as simple as that, there's nothing left to ask."

"Don't talk nonsense, how could your brother frame you? Well, it's not terrible for Sherlock to do something wrong, what's terrible is that you don't admit it when you do something wrong, you know?" Mrs. Holmes looked at Xia with her pale gray eyes. Locke educated earnestly.

"Mommy is so right! My dear brother, you have to think twice before speaking. This kind of thing must have real evidence, otherwise it is just empty words. As for the consequences of you arbitrarily framing a British government official, then But it's very serious." Mycroft squinted his eyes, glanced at the situation in the living room clearly, and after greeting Sherlock, he leisurely walked over to the old Holmes and his wife and sat down.I have to say, it's so funny to see Sherlock's expressionless face and grievance all over his body!Look, his silly brother is the cutest only at this time, and of course he is also cute when it gives him a headache.Well, in short, in the eyes of Mycroft, there is never a time when his curly-haired brother Sherlock is not cute! !

"Mycroft, get out!" Sherlock looked down ferociously, looking for all the objects that could be held in his hand, grabbed one with each hand, and greeted Mycroft when he picked it up.He wants to kill this wicked and wicked Mycroft, he doesn't have such a wicked brother!

"Oh! Mommy, look, look, look, how disrespectful is your little son? He not only yelled at me to tell me to get lost, but also wanted to smack me to death with an ashtray!! "Mycroft used a neat movement that didn't match his figure at all. With a tilt of his head, he avoided the ashtray as thick as a wall brick and the hard black dictionary, and got behind the old Mrs. Holmes to hide. At the same time, he still didn't forget to put his thin-haired head close to his mother's ear to complain.

Think about how many times this kind of scene happened when you were a child?It has been said that his IQ is far behind his brother's EQ, and his younger brother who has been dumped halfway around the world can't beat him!But, why does this fool always want to slap his swollen face and pretend to be fat to fight against him?Such a habit is really bad.

"Mycroft, if you have the guts, don't lie behind Mommy, let's come out and fight one-on-one."

"Oh heads-up? I'm not as stupid as you." Why did he want to head-to-head?What are the highly skilled agents under him for?Compared with those stupid individual duels, he still likes to let the crowd rise up and attack, so that if you can't kill you, you can drag you to death, doesn't it?What's more, he is better at hiding behind the scenes and manipulating everything. He loves the feeling that everything is under control and playing tricks on all mortals.

"Mycroft Holmes!!!"

"Don't shout so loudly, you are getting married today." Mycroft waved his hand indifferently.

"If I didn't strangle you, my surname would not be Sherlock Holmes!" Sherlock, who was so angry that he was about to rush over and stretch out his hand to strangle Mycroft, was furious.

"Daddy, Mommy, when did you come here?" John appeared at the door just in time, stopping Sherlock's atrocities.After staying downstairs for a few minutes, John estimated that it was almost time and followed him upstairs to go home.He wouldn't admit that he rushed up because he was worried about that bastard Sherlock after hearing Sherlock yelling.He was just worried that if this matter dragged on for too long, it would affect their wedding this morning.What's more, if Sherlock dared to strangle Mycroft's neck, this brat would surely die a miserable, miserable death!

"Oh John, are you mad at Sherlock?" Mrs. Hudson patted the hem of the beige dress with white lace, and hurriedly stood up to meet him, holding John's hand and asking with a distressed face.

"Mrs. Hudson, you also know?" John patted the back of her hand helplessly, and let her lead her into the living room.Could it be that this is the so-called good things don't go out and bad things spread long?Why did it only take one night, as if Sherlock went to the red light district on the night of his bachelors, and everyone knew about it?

"John, we have taught Sherlock a lesson for you. He said he knew he was wrong." Mrs. Holmes cast a warning glance at Sherlock who was standing in front of the sofa and Mycroft who was behind, and then followed suit. He got up and went to John to explain to Sherlock.She knew the child she gave birth to. Although she didn't know why it grew crooked, her nature was still very simple.

Of course, with Sherlock's weird personality, it is definitely not something ordinary people can bear.As the eldest son Mycroft said, now there is finally a person who loves him, tolerates him and supports him in handling the case. No matter how tall, short, fat or thin, male or female, he must firmly grasp him and never let him go!So what if John was a man?God!John is virtuous and capable, and the most important thing is that he can control Sherlock. With such a person taking care of Sherlock, their parents, who have never been demanding, are already satisfied.

"I think he already knew he was wrong, Mummy." John glanced at Sherlock, who was rolling his eyes with a bulging face beside him.It's enough for the man of his family to close the door and teach him a lesson. Seeing Sherlock being taught a lesson by others, he will still feel distressed.Moreover, he did not forget that when he was in the red-light district, he threw a big pot of ice water at Sherlock, "Sherlock, go to the bathroom and take a shower, or you will catch a cold!"

Lessons are lessons, Sherlock's body is the most important thing!

"Oh, excuse me, everyone!" Sherlock, as if hearing an amnesty, rushed into the bathroom at the fastest speed ever, put his hand on the doorknob, opened and closed the door in one go.

Well, although there was some confusion at the beginning of today, it shouldn't have any major negative impact on John and Sherlock's wedding, right?

The author has something to say: There may be something that may not be updated tomorrow. Of course, the author will return to normal the day after tomorrow depending on the situation.