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

Entrance of 221B Baker Street

"Dear Sherlock and John, it seems that I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance. Of course, so does Mycroft." Mrs. Hudson stood beside the black car, patted Sherlock and John lovingly With folded hands, she glanced at the driver after putting their last suitcase of luggage into the trunk, then turned around and continued to look at the two men standing in front of her, her face suddenly full of reluctance.

"I also wish you a Merry Christmas in advance, Mrs. Hudson. Have fun abroad, and we can see each other in a few days." John took a step forward, stretched out his hand and gently hugged Mrs. Hudson and then let go , although Sherlock next to him raised his proud and thin chin as always to show his disdain for hugging, but John could see that his eyes were indeed a little softer than usual.

"If I can find a handsome old man in Eastern Europe, I will be the first to bring it back for you to see." Mrs. Hudson cheerfully assured John that she was not afraid of Sherlock refusing to hug her. I've known this awkward brat for so many years, how can I still not understand what kind of person he is?It's fine if you don't hug.

"Then Sherlock and I will wait and see." John, who also smiled back, said.

"That's for sure. Sherlock, you have to take a good look at it for me then."

"That depends on whether I have the leisure time." Seeing Mrs. Hudson staring at him, Sherlock said nonchalantly.

"That's all right, all right, I know you like to say things that don't match your heart." Mrs. Hudson and John smiled at each other, and waved their hands indifferently to the big detective standing next to them.

"I'm very busy." Sherlock finally 'groaned' to one person, and seeing that neither of them had any intention of paying attention to him, he shut up wisely.

"By the way, please tell Detective Lestrade for us, Merry Christmas. By the way, Mrs. Hudson, are you and Detective Lestrade on this afternoon's flight?" John finally said, he I thought I could say goodbye to Inspector Lestrade in person before returning to Oklahoma, but who knew he would suddenly be traveling across the country?According to Mycroft, it will start today. What kind of case needs to be so urgent?He didn't see any major cases in Eastern Europe on the TV news or on the Internet. The big detective has been bored with the sofa recently. Looking at his posture, he knows that London has been peaceful recently. There are no particularly major cases in the entire British Empire. .

This thing is really not quite right!

"Mycroft has already given me the ticket. It's not afternoon or noon. After you leave, I'm going to pack up and start." Mrs. Hudson thought about it carefully. The ticket that McCoff handed her just now Show boarding time, tell John.

"So urgent?" John frowned.It’s just that traveling to Eastern Europe isn’t about escaping from disasters. Is there a need to hurry?

"Who knows? But, Lestrade called me just now, just as you were busy packing your bags for home." Mrs. Hudson smiled with a hint of comfort. How could she not understand that John was just innocent? How much do you care about her? "Mr. Inspector said he would arrive at 12B Baker Street to pick me up at 221 o'clock to pick me up and go to the airport together. Our boarding time is 1:15. Don't worry, I will be protected by a senior Inspector from Scotland Yard. I will be absolutely safe. Assure."

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I think we should start now, otherwise, if we don't make it in time for dinner, Mommy and Daddy will talk about it again." The window of the passenger seat was slowly lowered, and Mycroft's face showed He came out, and looked at John and the three of them with an expression of "I'm sorry to interrupt you to say goodbye, but I have to do this".

"In a sense, I really don't want to ride in the same car with you." Sherlock glanced at Mycroft reluctantly, held John's hand, and stood there without any intention of opening the door. Plan to sit in.

"It's a pity, but I think the same as you." Mycroft shrugged, with a slightly regretful expression on his face.If possible, he would rather drive home alone, it would be much quieter and more comfortable.What a wonderful thing it would be to not have a Sherlock who is always making noise around him, making his brain ache from the noise~

It's a pity that the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny. Both Holmes brothers have to face the next "absolute joy" journey home.

"Why do we have to go back to Oklahoma in your black car? It seems silly. I remember there seems to be a means of transportation in the world called 'airplane'?"

"Don't be so stupid, this is Mommy's order, unless you want to disobey her." Mycroft narrowed his eyes, tapped the car window lightly, and continued to say indifferently: "But, my Brother, if mother gets angry, the consequences will be serious, so don't pull my sleeves and cry and beg me to help you."

"Oh~ Listening to your tone, it makes me feel that I have never been smart in your eyes. I guess you have never met an evenly matched opponent, right?" Sherlock snorted impatiently.Glancing at John who was still concentrating on saying goodbye to Mrs. Hudson out of the corner of his eye, Sherlock took two steps closer to the black car, looked down at McCoff, and spoke in a low voice after a long time: "What are you hiding?" With me and John?"

"If, I think even you are the stupidest, then what are the others? They are all as brainless as goldfish." Mycroft showed an elegant and distant smile, and directly changed the topic, as if he hadn't heard Xia Xia at all. Locke's final question.

"Mycroft!" Sherlock growled dissatisfied.

"Sherlock, maybe you have something to hide from me and John, right?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows, looked sharply into Sherlock's green eyes, and the expression on his face was also It changed accordingly, and even Sherlock couldn't remain indifferent to the oppressive aura.After watching his younger brother being forced to take a step back, Mycroft sneered: "I said, under my wings, you can do whatever you want, and it doesn't matter if you do anything wrong. But, after I give you You must not cross the bottom lines you have set, otherwise...you are the one who fouled first, Sherlock."

"I do not have!"

"You know you have, I've already warned you, why don't you always listen to your brother."

"Because your words may not always be right."

"However, as evidenced by the facts, my words will always be the truth."

"..."

"My God! What's wrong with you, Sherlock? Are you uncomfortable? You look so ugly." After sending Mrs. Hudson back to 221B, John reluctantly returned to Sherlock, but as he approached, He's all bad.When Sherlock was with him just now, his face was rosy and full of vitality, but why did this man's face turn pale and blue in the blink of an eye?That look of desperately pursing her thin lips, is she enduring discomfort?

Seeing that Sherlock was still refusing to answer, John became even more anxious. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he pulled the big detective to stand in front of him forcefully. Carefully inspecting the body of the great detective.I couldn't help but mutter in my heart, isn't it just a return to my hometown, so I need to be so reluctant that I will fall ill immediately?On weekdays, John felt that although Sherlock's body was a little thinner, it was still strong and healthy (especially when he was in bed). "Sherlock, what are you talking about, are you going to scare me to death?"

"..."

"Sherlock, if you really don't want to go back to Oklahoma, let's spend Christmas in London." In the end, John was so anxious that he gave in directly to this stubborn man.Christmas can be passed every year, and this year is not bad, but if Sherlock falls ill because of it, it will not be worth the candle.

"No, let's go back to Oklahoma." Sherlock and Mycroft looked at each other meaningfully, then quickly averted their eyes, and finally agreed to respect John.

"Then do you feel uncomfortable? Or, we will go back later, and I will help you go back to 221B to rest." John took the cold hand of the big detective and anxiously wanted to go back to the gate of 221B.

"John, Sherlock is fine, don't worry too much." Mycroft was silent for a long time, and sighed. He couldn't help but laugh at John, who was so easy to mess up when he met his younger brother. However, it is more of an envy of Sherlock, right? (Though, Mycroft wouldn't kill himself to admit that he had such feelings).How could he, the only younger brother who had troubled the Sherlock Holmes family for decades, harmed London for more than ten years, and would continue to cause headaches in his life, be as fragile and young as John imagined?Even if it was, it was just an illusion specially put on in front of John.He seemed to have warned John that members of the Holmes family were born with incomparably superb acting skills.

"Really?" John looked suspiciously at Mycroft in the car, and only after he nodded, he turned his head and continued to observe Sherlock, and the hand holding Sherlock involuntarily tightened.He thought, how does Sherlock look like something is wrong? ! "Sherlock, what's the matter with you? Is it in a bad mood or something in your body? If you don't talk, I'm going to get angry."

"I'm fine, get in the car." Sherlock held John's hand back with his right hand, and couldn't help but tighten it. While opening the door with his left hand, he dryly answered John's successive questions.

"Let me just say he's okay? John, get in the car. Mommy was on the phone just now and said she wanted to see you soon." Mycroft smiled at John, and then pressed the upgrade button in the front seat of the black car. window key.

"Sherlock, I don't know why. This time, I always have an ominous premonition." Before entering the car, John tugged Sherlock's hand hesitantly, and said to the detective worriedly.

It's not that John is superstitious, but even with things like time travel and rebirth, he really thinks that ghosts, gods, and Buddhas will appear in this world, and it's no longer surprising.What's more, in the past two days, he has always had a bad feeling that has been lingering in his heart, and the specifics cannot be explained clearly in a few words.Even his right eyelid twitches from time to time as if to join in the fun. I have heard people say "the left eye jumps for money and the right eye jumps for disaster". Now he really belongs to the kind of "I would rather believe it." There is an 'unbelievable' status.

So, is it true that nothing unexpected will happen on their trip home this time?

"John, I don't believe in God or the sixth sense." Sherlock lowered his head, his emerald eyes covered by black curly hair flickered slightly, he reached out and pushed John's back from behind, forcing him directly into the in the back seat of the car.

"But, Sherlock..."

"Only a human being with a head as small as a goldfish would be as sentimental as you." Sherlock, who sat next to John, glanced at John, stretched out his hand to pull John to fasten his seat belt, and then directly and unceremoniously came to a conclusion.

"..." John felt that he had unfortunately become a goldfish.

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