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

Holmes Estate, Oklahoma

"John, where's Sherlock?"

"He locked himself in the study mysteriously, and didn't allow me to go in, saying that he had some important things to sort out by himself." John heard the question, and put the half-read fashion magazine in his hand On his knees, he raised his head and shrugged helplessly towards Mycroft who was approaching beside him.

"Really?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows, turned to look in the direction of Sherlock's room, pursed his lips, a little meaningful.After a long time, he turned around, walked around John's sofa, sat on the sofa next to him, and crossed his legs, "John, didn't he say anything specific?"

"No." John subconsciously glanced at the direction of Sherlock's room, frowning slightly.

"Don't worry about him, Sherlock likes to collect strange things since he was a child. I think he is afraid of scaring you. After all, he cares about you very much... No, no, John, don't show such unbelievable things. Expression, I'm 100% sure that my stupid brother put you in the most unique place in his memory palace, even if he has a low EQ and can't discover this fact, I know it very well."

"Why didn't I see it, Mycroft." John shook his head, his hand caressing the magazine moved slightly, and the magazine opened a new side.John knew that his position in Sherlock's heart was very important, but "unique" should not have been achieved yet, right?Isn't he still being bullied and bullied by that great detective?

"Oh~! It's okay, John, that's because you don't know him well enough. You will understand later, Sherlock is always duplicity, the more he values ​​a person, the more he likes to do something he thinks can attract your attention No matter good or bad, well, his childish behavior is usually not very good, and often self-defeating." Mycroft leaned back on the dark green sofa, stretched his hand to the aluminum newspaper rack on the left, and took Get out a new newspaper today, shake it open, and while chatting with John, browse carefully and attentively.

Mycroft and Sherlock read books at the same speed as Uncle Zhong, and neither is as fast as flying, John thought in his heart.

"Are you reading a fashion magazine?" Mycroft glanced at the things in John's hand and asked indifferently.

"Yeah, Mommy said she was afraid that I would be bored, so she specially ordered it to show me two days ago." John said with a smile.To tell the truth, he was really at a loss for those brick-sized books in Sherlock Holmes's home with esoteric books in various colors and gorgeous hard covers. When he just came back, he went to visit the study room, and he really found that the books inside were actually None of which he could understand.Therefore, he could only sigh silently in his heart, it really is a unique family of geniuses~ "However, she ordered two full boxes, even if I stayed at home for the whole Christmas holiday, I couldn't finish them. "

"Mummy has always lacked the carefulness of a woman. Since she ordered it herself, it can only explain one thing - Sherlock told her." Mycroft knew that his mommy's confused character was not consistent with his father's. Up and down, no need to guess, it must have been on the phone with Sherlock in advance and made a record.

"Sherlock told Mommy? How is this possible!" John yelled at God in his heart. When did Sherlock's temperament undergo a 360-degree super-change?Or is the sun coming out of the west or the end of the world like Sherlock said?This is really so mysterious! !

Mycroft folded the newspapers into a quadrilateral and placed them on the armrest of the sofa. He tapped the cover of the newspaper unconsciously with his fingers, raised his expressionless face to look at the white carved ceiling pattern, and sighed speciously: "Recently The UK is a bit too quiet and peaceful, a bit like the calm before the storm."

"Isn't peace good? Sherlock also complained to me a few words before he came, saying that the criminal world in London has been ruined recently, which made him very angry for two days." John asked puzzledly, involuntarily Recalling the two days after the wedding, Sherlock was on the couch in the warm living room in 221B, wrapped only in a blue silk pajamas, rolling around like a blue spring roll, tossing without a moment's rest, the reason , there was no challenging case for his genius mind, which was said to be unable to stop working for a moment, to squander and grind.Although it's not righteous to think so, he is Sherlock's lover after all, but John still thinks Sherlock's pitiful dejected look is really cute and funny.

Of course, it would be good to keep these thoughts firmly in my heart. If that stingy and vengeful detective finds out, it is estimated that *in ten times* he will fight against him for a long time.Therefore, the only consulting detective (the ultimate nemesis of the criminal world) in the world where people seem to be superior and almost omnipotent is actually just a dependent kid who has never been weaned in his mental age and thinks he is mature.Although Sherlock refused to admit it, John didn't intend to change his mind at all.

"If the criminal world is more fun and challenging than here, I think Sherlock will play with his little feet and can't wait to jump directly into the arms of crime." Regarding this point, Mycroft never Suspect.

"But, didn't he say 'it's a good thing I didn't go there'?"

"Really? It's because he hasn't encountered anything more interesting than the side of justice so far. Or, when he is already standing in the gray area of ​​black and white, hesitating to choose, is it John you?" Reach out and pull him back to the bright side."

"Me?... How can I have such great energy." John blushed a little uncontrollably, and stretched out his hands to scratch his soft brown short hair, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

"No, you have." If there is only one person in this world who can completely change his deviant genius brother, that person is undoubtedly John H. Holmes.Mycroft thinks that he is the person who knows Sherlock best in the world, which is actually true. During the decades from childhood to adulthood, McCoff has tried countless times in various ways. The method tried to reform his younger brother, but the fact made him deeply annoyed and even frustrated. "Our Sherlock Holmes family has never been short of geniuses. Everyone follows a low-key and wanton lifestyle and is active in various fields. Maybe John, you have never seen their names in history textbooks, but the ancestors of the Sherlock Holmes family did have a lot of love. This world has contributed a lot. However, things have gone wrong in our generation, and my younger brother Sherlock will become a child who is completely ignorant of human events and unable to integrate into human social groups, and he is the first in the history of the family."

"Sherlock is born with a high-functioning anti-social personality?" John thought of the excuses that the great detective often said, and cautiously asked Mycroft.

"No one is born with a high-functioning anti-social personality, John." Mycroft retracted his tapping fingers, clenched his hand into a fist and placed it on the newspaper. He paused before continuing: "Xia Although Locke was a little withdrawn as a child, everything else was normal, growing up at a 'normal' rate for our Holmes family."

"Then when did he become a high-functioning sociopath?"

"Who knows? Maybe it started to sprout when he was young when the weak red beard died, or maybe he suddenly became inexplicably desperate for the whole world one day. Sometimes, I don't I can’t fully understand my stupid brother’s thoughts, for example, how many messy things, whimsical ideas and all kinds of extremely dark thoughts he accidentally threw into the memory palace in his mind.”

"Then can you tell me why Sherlock regards you as 'enemy number one'?" John suddenly thought of Sherlock who often whispered bad things about Mycroft in his ears. Locke has been brooding over Mycroft?

"I don't know." Mycroft spread his hands, expressing his confusion.

"But, if nothing unpleasant happened between you, why would Sherlock like to contradict you so much?" Or, how much did Sherlock value Mycroft so that he would always remember the unhappiness in the past.

"There's so much going on between us, John. Old scores, resentments, etc. . . . "

"Have you ever stolen his Smurf? Broken his nutcracker? Or cut his teddy bear."

"John, I have to say, I'm not interested in his childish and fragile gadgets, and Sherlock has never played with these things. For as long as he can remember, he has been playing with things that are beyond the children of his age. , people in our family have never been able to use common sense to measure. Besides, even if I broke his toy back then, didn't I already compensate him with a better teddy bear? And the body is weak and easy to push Not easy to break."

"?" Where is this teddy bear?Why has he never seen it.

"For a long time after Redbeard's death, he was completely uncooperative, shut the bedroom door tightly, and sat in the corner of the sealed door panel, with his little arms wrapped around his legs, staring at The darkness, as if the whole person would fall into the darkness, made us very worried. I have always felt guilty to him. If it weren't for our negligence, maybe Sherlock wouldn't have become that high-functioning anti-social personality. Mrs. Holmes, who came in from the kitchen, whispered something to the two people in the living room, while holding two cups, poured some lemon black tea into them, and handed them to Mycroft and John. The white round teapot was placed on the coffee table, and she just leaned on the arm of the sofa, and she didn't intend to sit down.

"I think Sherlock also knows that you are worried about him?" John took a sip of the hot tea lightly, feeling that the tea warmed his stomach, and he was so comfortable that he didn't want to move lazily.

"He knows, but he can't express the corresponding emotion." Mrs. Holmes sighed.

"Mommy, Sherlock just has a low EQ, and he's not an idiot. He just doesn't bother expressing it. We all know that Sherlock is an extremely willful person who likes to do the opposite. My only younger brother has a scientist or philosopher. But he chose to be a consulting detective, and no one can deduce his heart. Except you, John." I have to say, I never expressed a word of "love and concern" for my precious little brother and Action, Mycroft cared a little bit.However, he only cared a little bit. If he heard a normal human thank you from Sherlock, his first reaction would probably cause his agents to stun him and take him to the Royal Hospital. Are you going to do a DNA test?

"Didn't I try my best to improve his EQ~" old Mrs. Holmes muttered.

"Maybe Sherlock will end up with such a strange personality, and your nagging on the phone in those years may have contributed a lot." Mycroft curled his lips.One of the few things he and Sherlock have in common is that they are very helpless. This peculiar mommy can talk and attack for hours without interruption. Has it turned into a literary style?This is not normal!

"Mycroft, your brother always sends people to watch him, and you are also responsible."

"I'm protecting him."

"I care about him too."

The two mother and son looked at each other, and then turned their heads to each other in a tacit understanding. John felt that he was caught in the middle of the Sherlock Holmes family dispute again, but who called him the new "daughter-in-law" Woolen cloth?You can't just find an excuse to leave, right?If you can't do it, you can only find something to say, and diverge from the discussion on the topic of "How the Great Detective Changed History" just now, "That... Mycroft, I heard from Sherlock that you created a very special club in London. Why don’t you introduce it to me, and when I get back to London, I still want to experience it myself.”

"That's a good idea. There are a lot of people in London, some shy and some cynical, who don't like the company of people, but who have no objection to sitting in a comfortable place and reading the latest periodicals. For this purpose, Together with a few like-minded people, this club called 'Diogenes' was born. Now, it accepts the most lonely and unsociable people in London. The only rule in it is: Members are not allowed to speak to each other. No conversation is allowed except in the reception room, and if three fouls are brought to the attention of the club committee, the talker will be expelled. John, you will love the pleasant atmosphere of this club." Mycroft glanced at John, who had a stiff smile on his face, and didn't make things difficult for him. He followed the words and introduced the club founded by him, which is one of the strangest places in London.

"John!!!!" Sherlock's earth-shattering scream came from the study at the end of the living room.

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"Sherlock?!"

Before his brain could react, John's body had automatically jumped over the sofa and Holmes' mother and son, and rushed all the way to the door of the study. He quickly raised his leg and kicked it hard, directly kicking the door open.Because the lights were not turned on and the curtains were not drawn, the study looked a little dim. John blinked his eyes, and after getting used to the light, he found that the big detective who was still dressed in a handmade black suit was cross-legged without any image at this time. Sitting on a large pile of messy books and materials, on the curly hair, there are one or two pages of paper that were accidentally scattered, coupled with the serious picture staring at him expressionlessly. The handsome face suddenly made John's nervous mood a little dumbfounded.

Detective, what's the matter?

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