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

"When can we get to Oklahoma?" John was tired of looking at the unchanging scenery outside the car window again, and turned his head to ask Sherlock who was thinking about the problem with his eyes closed like an old monk.In a sense, John did not have Sherlock's tolerance for silence, so this was the fifth time he came back to talk to Sherlock.However, what shocked McCoff was that Sherlock had no intention of erupting the volcano. Instead, he answered John's questions very patiently, even though those questions were meaningless and boring to him. .

"Based on the distance, we still have 50 kilometers, and we still have about an hour based on the time."

"Sherlock, where did you grow up, Oklahoma fun?"

"It's not fun anywhere for me."

"That's right, the capital of criminals is the most fun place for you." John said with a sigh.

"Crime City? I'd be happy to have this place." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"John, it's lunch time now, let's find a place to eat before going back." Mycroft looked at the Vacheron Constantin double-faced astronomical watch on his left hand, then turned around from the front seat, and interrupted the two people talk pointlessly.

"Mycroft, you only think about eating all day long."

"Sherlock, I call this a normal diet." Mycroft raised his eyebrows faintly. He is a healthy dietist, unlike his unique idiot brother, who tends to forget to sleep and eat when he encounters investigations and research. Isn't it the rhythm of starving yourself to death at a young age?Mycroft used to worry that Sherlock's bad habit of refusing to eat would wear him down sooner or later.He once wondered if this situation continued, could he, the only young brother, really survive to be 60 years old?

Fortunately, John Watson finally appeared in Sherlock's life.Although the IQ of this former military doctor who has been on the battlefield is mediocre, in the eyes of Mycroft, John is no less than a Superman in underwear!

"So, your belly is also called 'normal growth'?"

"Sherlock, don't mention any more words about my body. I'll emphasize it again." Mycroft turned cold with displeasure, but it didn't frighten Sherlock at all.

"Where are we going for lunch then?" John asked.He was tired of staying in the car, and it was a good thing to get out of the car for a breath of fresh air.

"John~Which side are you standing on?" Sherlock reached out and pinched John's round face, angrily pulling it to both sides.

"I... I'm hungry too." John opened his eyes wide in grievance, and looked at Sherlock pitifully, then, as expected, his hands on both cheeks quickly loosened, and the curly-haired detective's expression softened down.John secretly laughed in his heart, he knew that this trick would always work in front of Sherlock.

See, Sherlock turned around and yelled at his elder brother, "Mycroft, why are you so slow in finding a restaurant?! Has your ability degraded? Didn't you hear John say he was hungry?"

"...I heard it!" Mycroft couldn't help but feel some veins popping out of his forehead, this stupid boy!He has worked so hard to bring him up for so many years, and he has broken his heart for him. How come he has never cared for him even a word?

"Since you're not deaf, why don't you hurry up and look for it!" Sherlock continued to challenge his brother's offline.

"Sherlock, Mycroft doesn't know where to find a restaurant for a while, so don't be impatient." John said helplessly.He was still a little discerning, knowing that if Sherlock provoked Mycroft, they probably wouldn't even have to drink mineral water at noon today.

"How could he not know? He must have traveled this route more than once. He probably knows everything around him and even how many trees there are."

"Are you kidding me?" John obviously couldn't believe it. He felt that Sherlock's words were a little too ridiculous. How can I remember all kinds of trees in different styles on the road from London to here?Who would believe it!

"What's so strange about this?" Sherlock seemed even more disapproving. He squinted at Mycroft angrily, turned his head and said to John: "If my brain has a memory palace, then Mycroft is A humanoid computer terminal. All important information in the British government passes through his hands, and then passed on to other places. The security system of the entire British Empire is also under his control, so, as I told you once He is the British government, as he said."

"Macrof is amazing~" John began to admire, this is the real big boss behind the scenes, okay?Moriarty or something, really weak! ! !

"I'm just a small government official with a little bit of power in my hands. Although what Sherlock said is true, it sounds a bit too high-profile." Mycroft replied humbly to John.He is as low-key as a person, and he will never show off his power and status to others easily, because it is not necessary at all.In fact, what Mycroft likes most is hiding behind the scenes and manipulating everything, rather than being exposed to Sherlock and becoming a so-called 'celebrity'.

"Mycroft, is there 007 in MI[-]?" John has always been curious about the handsome and powerful agent in the movie.

"John, it's just a movie."

"But, I really want to know, aren't MI[-] and MI[-] under your control?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yeah!" John nodded heavily.

"There is such a code name." Finally, Mycroft said.

"Sherlock, Sherlock, Agent 007 is really cool, so handsome!" John pulled Sherlock's black woolen trench coat with both hands irresistibly, with a look of excitement on his face.

"So what?" Sherlock had a deadpan face, forming two extremes with John.

"Boss, we're here." The driver, who kept weakening his sense of presence along the way, finally had to show his presence against his will.The black car was parked in a small but neat and clean fast food restaurant on the side of the road. Judging from the signboard and decoration, it should have a certain history.

"John, do you remember the two years when Sherlock suspended his death, we would get together every week in a fast food restaurant like this, and eat some fast food like fish and chips?" Mycroft walked down Car, waited for John and the others to walk beside him, and then led them in together.

"And miss all the trivial things about Sherlock together." John tilted his head and searched in his mind, as if thinking about it, and then replied in a nostalgic tone.

"My God! Actually, what I want to say is that you are the only one who misses John. I don't miss him." Mycroft waved his hand, even the fake death case was planned by him himself, Xia Xing Locke was in charge of implementing it, what is there for him to miss?Isn't it just going to all over the world to play undercover?It's not life-threatening, even if it's life-threatening, wouldn't there be him to save it?He felt that worrying about Sherlock was purely because he was full and had nothing to do!

"Really?" John stopped, put his hands in the pockets of his khaki long windbreaker, looked at the two brothers Mycroft and Sherlock with a gloomy face, and asked calmly: "Everyone knows It’s everyone who knows the truth! I’m the only one who is kept in the dark like a fool, and you guys are laughing at me all the time, aren’t you?!”

"John, not everyone knows the truth about my suspended animation. Haven't I already explained it to you? Why are you bringing up the old story again?" Sherlock stomped his feet helplessly, then glared at the person walking in front of him with a resentful expression on his face. "Mycroft, you did it on purpose!"

"For God's sake, I didn't mean to mention it." Mycroft replied in a very innocent tone.Well, number one: he doesn't believe in God at all, not a believer; number two: he doesn't mean it but means it.

"Why are we here? Let you relive the memories of me back then?" Seeing that he couldn't talk about McCoff, Sherlock chose to change the topic or divert John's attention.

"Isn't it good?" Mycroft spread his hands and asked back.

"I'm not dead, so you don't need to miss me. When you lie in the grave, I will miss you occasionally."

"Tsk! Sherlock, you're here to curse me again."

"Then why are you still alive?"

"Good people always live long." Mycroft shook his head and sighed.In any case, as a member of the British government, he can be regarded as representing the party of justice.

"You might as well say that you have been a disaster for thousands of years." For Sherlock, this elder brother is the big devil who has harmed other people's life and growth all the way!Natural rivals, there is no need to explain further! !

"Others can't ask me to be a brother even if they want to. Don't be ignorant of good and evil."

"Forget it, I refuse insensitivity! Anyone who wants it will go!!"

"Sherlock, just be arrogant and stubborn." John said helplessly.How resolute and resolute this big detective is now, how can he, the person next to his pillow, understand the status of McCoff in his heart?That's unique!Maybe even his partner will be ranked behind Mycroft. If there is really someone who dares to take away the elder brother of McCoff and replace him with his younger brother, Sherlock is probably the first to silence that daring person. myself.

"Okay, okay, I was sure of this from the beginning." The two sat down together by the French windows of the fast food restaurant. "When we want to study human beings, this is the best place. People come and go, and you can meet people from different social classes." Mycroft glanced at Sherlock. Like countless times before, the two brothers Bored and started to play the game of reasoning and deduction, Mycroft said, "Look, just take these two people who came to us for example! This is definitely a very good typical example!"

"You mean the billiard marker and the man next to him?"

"Yes, what do you think of that man?"

Then the two men stopped opposite the window.John could see that one of the men had traces of chalk on his vest pocket, the mark of what is called a pinball game.The other was a thin, dark man with a hat on the back of his forehead and several small bags under his arm.

"I see him as an old soldier," said Sherlock.

"And a recent discharge," his brother said.

"I think he stayed in Syria once."

"A sergeant."

"Army Artillery, I guess," said Sherlock.

"A widower."

"But there is one child."

"There is more than one child, my dear brother, there is more than one child."

"Come on," seeing Sherlock and Mycroft looking at him at the same time, John could only shrug innocently, grinned, and said with a smile, "For me, your reasoning always makes me a little confused."

"That's for sure." Seeing that John was not interested in this, Sherlock turned around and continued, "He has such a mighty look, and his skin is tanned by the sun. It is obvious at a glance that he is a soldier, and he is not an ordinary man. Soldiers, he should have just returned from Syria not long ago."

"He's just out of the Army and he's still wearing what they call artillery boots," Mycroft said.

"He doesn't walk like an ordinary soldier, but he wears his hat on one side, which can be seen from the lighter skin on one side of his eyebrow. He doesn't have the weight to be an engineer, so he is an artilleryman."

"Also, the way he looks so sad, it's obvious that he's lost someone dear to him. From the fact that he's out shopping, it looks like he's lost his wife. You see, he's giving a baby It was a rattle, indicating that a child was very young. His wife may have passed away after giving birth. He had a little book under his arm, indicating that he was still thinking about another child." Mycroft was rather smug Turning to Sherlock, he finally announced, "I've won you over again, my dear brother."

"Tsk! What's the big deal..."

Only then did John understand a little bit what Sherlock had said.Although the great detective doesn't want to admit it, his elder brother Mycroft is indeed much sharper and superior than his own insight and reasoning ability. If it is said that the job of being a detective can only be done on a chair, then indeed, Mycroft will definitely surpass Sherlock and become the greatest detective in the world, none of them.

Sherlock glanced at John, curling his lips unhappily.

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