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

The delicate and complicated handcrafted bronze door is slowly opened, and through a brightly colored Victorian-style corridor, the huge Murano crystal glass chandelier above the head is shining on the bright marble floor. , the traditional Italian-style snow-white plaster ceiling echoes the intricate mosaic floor, and the Paisley spiral pattern carpet adds an ancient Victorian atmosphere from the [-]th century. , the elegant and joyful wedding march slowly flowed along with the guests entering the venue.

Under the open three-meter-high bronze door, Sherlock and John had put on a set of pure handmade black tuxedo at this time, the same style of white lined beige vest and silver-gray trousers, and a pair of black shiny leather shoes, The two people seemed to be in high spirits, arm in arm with each other, and began to welcome the guests. Next to them were Inspector Mycroft and Inspector Lestrade, who were all in white three-piece handmade dresses.

"Sherlock, remember to smile? Didn't we all talk about it this morning? It's on the way to Westminster Abbey." John held Sherlock's muscular arm with his left hand, and greeted the people who followed him with a decent smile. The guests who came to the wedding banquet of the two of them lightly patted Sherlock's tense arm with his free right hand, turned his head slightly, and whispered a warning to those around him in a voice that only the two of them could hear. From the moment he changed into his uniform and stood in front of the copper door to greet guests, the detective's expression became more and more icy.

"I can't laugh." Sherlock also said in a serious manner, leaning his head close to John's ear without any trace.

"Give me a smile!"

"..." Sherlock searched carefully in his mind, then grinned shyly at John, no!Another one, uh... the one born by Bai Meisheng with a sweet smile?

"...Do you think you are j□j's big beauty? Don't laugh at me like this for a big man." Rubbing the goose bumps on his arms with both hands, John curled his lips.

"John, you are so troublesome!" Sherlock, who complained, decided not to pay attention to the nagging John, and turned to look at Mycroft, who was standing a step away from him.

At this time, his elder brother was calmly and skillfully controlling the progress of the entire venue, receiving those guests who he didn't know in an elegant and calm manner, and chatting with them about various topics with alacrity and laughter.But, they were just strangers, damn it. How did McCoff manage to do this?Wouldn't he feel uncomfortable all over?All right!He just would never learn McCoff's manipulative ability to turn any situation into his home court.Although he didn't want to admit it, Sherlock felt that he felt a little uneasy right now, he——is this considered married?It feels weird!

"Congratulations." The man in a rigorous and neat army uniform without any creases walked up to McCoff and the others and stood still.On his left cheek, extending from the corner of the ear to his forehead, there are criss-crossing scars that are characteristic of high-temperature burns. Although it looks quite terrifying, it does not destroy the unique tenacity of this soldier. temperament.

Mycroft quickly licked the corners of his lips, and shook hands with him affectionately.

The first time McCoff saw this soldier, all the information about this person had already been automatically filed in his mind: Major James Shaoto, a winner of the Victorian Heroes Cross, could have become a A well-known national hero, but he doesn’t regret his mistake for a long time. In the war that invaded Afghanistan four years ago, he led the recruits to go out, but all the troops were wiped out. He was dying alone, and his life was saved by John. , Because of this, he was forced to retire early and was assassinated by all kinds of infamy and various intimidation for the family members of the dead recruits.

McCoff felt disapprovingly that although this soldier was worthy of admiration, not only was his facial expression childish and ridiculous, but also his various coping methods afterwards were really stupid and inflexible!Well, he should know that this major is not the group of cunning black-bellied old foxes who seem to have cultivated themselves in the British Department.

In short, he admired this upright and loyal major from the bottom of his heart, but he could not agree with his actions.

"John, congratulations on your marriage with this Mr. Holmes." Taking two steps from McCoff's heel to the left, Major Shawto walked up to John, looked at John and Sherlock seriously, and spoke in an extremely sincere tone. Blessed said.

"James, it's great that you can come to my wedding. How have you been all these years? Where do you live?" John happily looked at Major Shaoto and asked with concern.

"Well, I've been able to live a decent life these years, so that's it." Major Shawto twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a stiff and unnatural smile, and continued in a bad manner: "I live in a small town isolated from the world. In the countryside, live a life of solitude."

"Wow, it's so special." John searched his stomach, but really couldn't think of any words to praise, so he could only sigh with emotion so dryly.As a result, the atmosphere between the two inevitably cooled down quickly.

Under the crystal light, Sherlock's bright green eyes were thoughtful, and he observed the major calmly. After feeling the awkward silence, he came back to his senses. John, who couldn't say a word, looked at Major Shaoto who also pursed his lips in silence.Sherlock felt that he could only step forward and act as a temporary rescuer at this time, "Major James Shaoto, hello. I often hear John mention you, and he always tells me that you are a real soldier. Back then I received a lot of care from you during that war. For this, I have always wanted to find an opportunity to express my sincere gratitude to you."

"No! If it weren't for John's superb medical skills and timely help in the war that year, I'm afraid I would have given myself to the country long ago."

"This is what John, a military doctor, should do."

"I'll always be grateful for that."

"I think John must be very happy to know that you've been thinking about him." Sherlock smiled, and lightly touched John, who stood by and looked a little stunned while watching his performance, with his elbow, and didn't react anymore. If he answered the words, he would not be able to continue. This is not acting to solve a case!

"Oh, yes! I haven't contacted you since I returned to London. I thought you had forgotten me." Fortunately, John, who still had a tacit understanding, received a prompt message from Sherlock this time, and hurriedly Pick up the conversation, and this time, you must not be cold again.

"You know that since that incident, I haven't been in touch with anyone, whether it's those who have a good relationship with me or those who are hostile to me. John, I don't want to involve you." Major Shaoto's face changed with the words It gradually became heavy, and then a sense of despair and depression seemed to be overwhelming.

"This... how could this happen?"

"Don't be afraid of [-], but be afraid of just in case."

"Anyway, I'm still on your side, James."

"Thank you, John."

"Okay, I think the guests at the back can't wait to come forward and shake hands with John to express our blessings." Mycroft turned around and reminded John in a tactful tone.

"Okay then, James, go in and sit down first. We'll talk later when we find time."

"Okay." Major Shao Tuo said this word concisely, then turned around on the spot, raised his head, straightened his chest, and walked straight towards the magnificent banquet hall, walking in the direction of the banquet hall with the unique steps of soldiers. In the corridor of the living room, it stands out from the crowd among the feasting crowd.

"Uncle McCoff." After a large group of guests, the little Crouch, the flower girl with curly black hair and white dress, finally rushed towards the direction of McCoff's arms like a small steel cannon. Crashing into his arms, her pink cheeks rubbed against the leg of her trousers, and a pair of white and tender hands hugged Mycroft's thighs without letting go. "How was my performance today?"

"Crouch Moulton. Little guy, your performance today is quite remarkable." Mycroft Aiwu and Udi didn't get angry, but stretched out their hands to caress little Crouch's curly hair, It messed up the hair that had been smoothed a little with hairspray.Little Crouch pouted in dissatisfaction, stretched out his hand and slapped off the pair of big hands domineering on his hair, so he didn't want to stay in the beauty parlor for a few hours to get his hair done, it was really a waste of his life precious time!

"I took the photo I took with the Queen to school last time." Little Crouch raised his head, opened a pair of big watery light green eyes, grabbed Mycroft's trousers, and began to report blah blah blah. "But those people all said that my photos were uploaded by P! This is simply unreasonable. How could I do such a non-technical thing? I want P, not P. Your Majesty the Queen, I also use those if I want P. Headless nuns, corpses crawling with worms, or those corpses treated by Jack the Ripper for a group photo. But my classmates just don’t believe it, they say I’m mentally ill! Uncle McCoff, those The stupid words and deeds of the classmates are just like the apes and monkeys raised in the zoo that have not yet fully developed their brains, right?"

"Uh, little Crouch. If you show those photos to your children, they probably won't say that your P photos are such a simple matter, and your teacher will directly ask the parents to take you to see a child psychologist. So, sometimes we can't care too much about those stupid mortals, it will also make you look stupid, and the loss outweighs the gain, you know?"

"I didn't care about it, I just locked them in the bathroom, and then quietly put a threatening letter written in blood in their schoolbags, just like what those criminals did, although childish but still Startled them!"

"What blood did you use?" Mycroft lowered his head and raised his left eyebrow.

"The little white rat in the school lab, I even stuffed the dead rat into the bag of the female teacher who said I was deceiving people by pretending to be a photo. Isn't it cool to do this?" Little Crouch tilted his head, begging He looked at Mycroft with an expression of approval and praise.

"..." Mycroft was silent for a while. This kid was even better than Sherlock in primary school. He should give a thumbs up and praise that the heterogeneous generation in their family is better than the previous generation. strong?Isn't this something worthy of praise? !

"You did a good job. But next time, you should improve your method a little bit, Mr. Crouch." Sherlock, who was standing next to him, heard the conversation between Crouch Jr. and Mycroft through his ears After that, the attention was immediately attracted.

"Uncle Sherlock, I heard Uncle Mycroft talk about you." Under Sherlock's brilliant title of 'Legendary Detective', little Crouch resolutely abandoned him, who had been patiently listening to him since the very beginning. Uncle Mycroft, who was nagging about his "interesting experience" at school, let go of his hand quickly, turned around and fled into Sherlock's arms after two steps, but fortunately, Mycroft didn't care, he still had a lot of Constant guests want to help say hello too!Also, seeing how little Crouch looks like Sherlock when he was a kid, he won't be angry! !

"Shhh, keep your voice down. What did he say about me?" Sherlock glanced at him, then turned around to hang a perfect smile and greeted Mycroft, bent down and approached little Crouch's ear, and asked in a soft voice .John standing next to him looked helplessly at Sherlock and Crouch who seemed to be their own country, please!They are welcoming guests now, okay?It's not a Children's Day party.However, John immediately thought about it and decided to forget it.In fact, today's wedding was really embarrassing for Sherlock. He endured his temper and made an exception to do many things that he would not normally do. Let him relax for a while now, and nothing will happen, right?

As for the welcome, John felt that he and Mycroft were enough.

"Uncle Mycroft said that you are a very great detective, and you will not be troubled by any difficult and unsolved cases." Little Crouch simply and straightforwardly stated what he heard from McCoff at the beginning.

"Really?" Seriously observing little Crouch, Sherlock used his absolutely outstanding insight, through the boy's pupil dilation, breathing rate and body tension, he could easily know that this little flower girl did not Lied, but he still didn't believe that Mycroft would call him 'a great detective'.Oh Virgin Mary above!Mycroft has only called him "the stupid brother whose intelligence is only a little bit better than a goldfish" since he was a child.When did you praise him?Even if there is, it is irony spoken in a mocking tone!

"He also said that you still have a lot of cool crime scene photos at your home in 221B. Can I go and see your house? I like those interesting murder corpse photos."

"Of course no problem. John and I welcome you to come to 221B at any time. In fact, my laptop not only has photos of corpses at the scene of the crime, but also some interesting videos. Are you interested?"

"Wow that's great!"

"I also think it's pretty good, but it's a pity that John firmly doesn't allow me to develop the photos, put them in a frame, and then hang them on the wall of the living room for people to see."

"My mother also doesn't allow me to replace those cute photos collected online with desktops of computers and mobile phones. She said that if I dare to do this again, my digital products will be confiscated."

"Ah..." the one big and one small with curly eyebrows furrowed their brows and sighed in unison, and looked at each other for a while. Sure enough, the two of them are the same poor people who have fallen into the world?Why would John refuse to accept their trivial little interest?

When Sherlock and Crouch told each other about "revolutionary friendship", Mycroft suddenly showed a sorry smile to the crowd, and then raised his hand to signal his subordinates to take over his work. He walked quickly to Sherlock and John, his face was normal, but his tone when he said the news contained a faint cold breath like a storm. "Sherlock, something went wrong at the wedding banquet!"

"What's the matter?" Sherlock let go of Crouch with both hands, and motioned him to go to the back corridor to find his mother.Then, he stood up straight from squatting on the ground, and the expression on his face became serious.

"A waitress arranged by the Langham Hotel for the wedding banquet was found dead in a remote warehouse with tea towels and sheets on the basement floor of the hotel. According to my staff, she was probably stabbed in the heart by a sharp object. Because The wound was too small to leak the slightest smell of blood, so it was almost undetected. Also, John, your old boss, Major James Shaoto, was poisoned."

"Is he dead?" John leaned over and asked Mycroft anxiously.

"That's up to God."

For a while, the three of them didn't speak any more.

Who was it that had the audacity to stir up trouble at the wedding banquet of John and Sherlock?Is it specifically for John and Sherlock or is there some other unknown reason?