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

The light in the study room is not very bright, with a hint of indistinct darkness. Rows of solid wood bookshelves are lined up on the walls on all sides, with a little taste of long-standing wood. Inside the bookshelves are neatly placed The big brick books that John can’t understand, on the front shelf of the office are some strange glass bottles similar to those in Sherlock’s exclusive laboratory at 221B Baker Street, and some soaked in formalin There are strange specimens that make people unable to see the original appearance.

The office desks and chairs are also made of mahogany, which looks grand and not monotonous.Not only are various messy papers and notebooks full of notes placed on the large red solid wood tabletop, John also interestingly found that there are several quill pens stuck in the cylindrical pen holder with aluminum and glass. It is said that the old Mr. Holmes is still It's a strange hobby to be fond of writing with a medieval quill.However, generally speaking, John can still feel a strong academic atmosphere in this slightly old and unpretentious study room, which confirms the fact that Xia Shaoke once mentioned to him inadvertently, The old Holmes and his wife were indeed professional academic researchers.

However, after Sherlock shut himself in and messed with it for a while, the study room, which was originally considered neat and tidy, underwent a drastic change in its entire appearance.Obviously, this change did not develop in a better direction. On the contrary, the whole study room was ruined like a locust.Now, the big detective who was sitting on top of the books and materials that looked like a garbage dump was staring at him with his big green eyes!

"Sherlock, what's the matter with you?" John first looked around the study cautiously, and finally fixed his gaze on Sherlock. The two stared blankly at each other for a few seconds before John started to talk. He quickly put away his outstretched feet, patted his pants, and walked in while asking.

"John..." Sherlock murmured softly.

"...Sherlock? Can you tell me, are you feeling unwell?" Looking at the abnormally behaving detective, John frowned involuntarily, stood in front of Sherlock, and reached out to help him remove the The two pieces of paper were taken down, which looked much more pleasing to the eye, at least not like a beggar in a suit.

"John."

"Ah."

"Help me my cell phone."

"...You screamed so loudly that I want to help you get a cell phone?" John clenched his palms tightly, clenched his fists slowly, and silently decided in his heart that if the big detective dared to say 'yes' to him ', he is absolutely sure that he will punch him!

"Actually... more than..." Sherlock hesitated to speak.

"Please finish it once."

"Bring me the notebook too, John."

"Very well, I... By the way, we didn't take the notebook this time, Sherlock." John was about to get angry, but suddenly remembered that when they packed their luggage in a 'hurry' this morning, he really forgot to put Sherlock's silver-gray Apple notebook for researching information was packed into the suitcase. This seems to be his mistake? "Sorry, I forgot to bring your notebook."

"Just remember it next time." Sherlock's green eyes, which were hiding in the darkness, seemed to have a gleam of light. When John looked carefully to confirm, he found that the big detective was still staring at him with the same expressionless face. Like, "John, I'm going to use my laptop right now, right now!"

"Why?" John asked helplessly. He remembered that they were on Christmas vacation now, right?

"I want to check if there are any new cases on 'Deductive Reasoning'." Sherlock pursed his lips, showing a little restlessness.

"Sherlock, is your brain protesting to you again? But, we are on vacation, you really don't plan to let yourself take a break. What's more, even if you find a novel case now, you can't go back to London to investigate immediately ah?"

"I don't care! I want it now, John hurry up hurry up!!!!"

The magic sound piercing the brain is nothing more than that!That was the only thought that came to John's mind at the moment.

"Is there a notebook at home? I'll look for it now."

"Not at home." Sherlock said.

"What should I do then? Then I'll go out and buy you another one now?" John tried to suggest.When it comes to pampering and pampering Sherlock, in this world, John thinks that he should and can do his part in the second place, and the first is of course Mycroft.

"No, it's been too long. I want it now!"

"What do you want?"

"Mycroft has it, you can borrow it from him."

"Okay." John shrugged his shoulders. He did see a silver-gray Apple notebook in Mycroft's hand, and it could be seen that it was the same type as Sherlock's one.That's right, didn't all the items that Sherlock was using were purchased by Mycroft?The elder brother had always been generous to his only younger brother.So, it's not surprising at all.

"Hurry up, I can't wait in my head." Facing John who turned to go out, Sherlock put his hands together on the corner of his mouth, with a hint of excitement in his tone.

However, the person Sherlock waited for was not John, but his brother and the owner of the notebook, Mycroft Holmes.

"John, has a traditional kind and loyal character, but secretly prefers an uneasy life. Intense and dangerous swords and swords and hail of bullets are his potential passions, and this nature is what attracts you in this ordinary age. His only point." Mycroft held the silver-gray notebook under his arm, leaned against the door frame of the study, and said some confusing words.

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock sat on the pile of books, put his hands down from the corners of his mouth, and asked with some dissatisfaction. "I don't understand what you mean by that."

"Sherlock, you understand. Also, John said you want to borrow my notebook, of course I have to come over to see what's going on in person." He knew Sherlock, since he was a child, this younger brother never asked him to borrow it easily. Every time he borrows something, there will always be a lot of trouble and mess waiting for his poor brother to slowly clean up.Therefore, whenever this kind of thing happened, he had to be more vigilant, otherwise, who would know what monster moth he, this troublemaker brother who doesn't follow common sense, is going to make a fuss about? "Sherlock, can you tell your innocent brother in advance, what do you want to do with my notebook?"

"Come on! Don't look at me with such a pitiful face, you don't think it's ugly!" Sherlock said viciously.Does this Mycroft know what he looks like? He is short and has a protruding belly and no hairline. He is still cute at a very old age. He is just like Mrs. Hudson!

"Don't change the subject, what do you want to do?" Mycroft walked in front of Sherlock, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked down at his younger brother who seemed to be misbehaving again.

"What can I do?" Sherlock raised his head and spread his hands innocently towards Mycroft, looked at the notebook in his hand, paused, and continued: "Are you going to give it to me? I want to My 'deductive reasoning' to see if there are any new cases, I'm bored to death."

"However, you can't investigate on the spot."

"Even if I don't need to conduct on-the-spot investigations, I can still know the truth." Sherlock said with certainty that in fact, most of his consulting cases do not need to step out of 221B Baker Street, even if he only stays in the room, through the computer screen, He can also find the truth of the matter.It's not that he's too smart, it's that those human beings with brains as small as goldfish are too stupid, and even many obvious evidences that can be seen at a glance will be completely ignored.

"Of course, I quite approve of your little ability." Mycroft felt that even if Sherlock was useless, just relying on his observation and reasoning ability, which was only a little bit worse than him, was rare in the world. To put it bluntly, if he has this ability, he is not afraid of starving to death on the street, and he can get a bite to eat.Of course, Mycroft would never let his precious brother fall into such a pitiful situation. With him around, he would always be able to shelter Sherlock and John for a day. "Sherlock, you've already got a family and a business. With John here, it's time for you to stop your adventurous heart. Aren't you afraid that one day you will hurt John because of it? "

"I won't hurt John." Sherlock said firmly.It was as if he knew very clearly in his heart that in this world, McCoff would not hurt him, and he would not hurt John, which seemed to be a matter of course.

"My brother, there are some things that can never be said too much. For example, in our discussion not long ago, you seem to have started to secretly do some very bad things behind my back."

"I do not have!"

"You are always stubborn, and you will always have to confess everything to me after the disaster is exposed and the matter is exposed." Mycroft raised an eyebrow, and reached out to rub Sherlock's soft and fluffy hair. The black curly hair warned earnestly: "Sherlock, you are my only younger brother, no matter if you are hurt or wronged, you will make me lose. But, you can't go on doing whatever you want like this forever, one day, there will be There are some things that even I can't do."

"I've said it all, I didn't do anything bad!" Sherlock pouted like a child, stretched out his hand and patted Mycroft's hand on top of his head, could anyone touch his curly hair casually? ?It belongs to John!

"Be honest, or I'll ask my people to go to 221B Baker Street to investigate!"

"you dare!"

"Of course I dare!!"

"Why don't you always believe what I say?" Sherlock stood up from the pile of books irritably, and rubbed the dark green wool carpet under his feet back and forth in front of Mycroft.There were many times when Sherlock felt that it wasn't always a good thing for him to have such an all-powerful older brother who was always better than him, as it was now.

"Oh~ Sherlock! It's unbelievable that I actually heard these words from your mouth. If you didn't have no credibility with me, would I not believe you so much?" Mycroft didn't Moving like a mountain, he continued to look at Sherlock, with no intention of giving in at all.

"Okay, okay! You bastard Mycroft, I said! Did I say the head office?!" Sherlock stomped on the paper in a venting manner, completely ignoring whether these precious books and materials would be taken by him. Dirty and ruined.

"Say!" Mycroft spit out a word succinctly.

"I'm investigating someone." Sherlock pursed his thin lips, and after a while, he reluctantly continued to explain to Mycroft.

"Who?"

"Charles Augustus Magnuson."

"Nothing makes me feel worse than this news, Sherlock. If you fight against Magnussen, you will find that you are against me." Mycroft sternly reached out and grabbed Sherlock's hand hand.In this kind of festival celebrated by the whole world, letting him hear the news was like a bolt from the blue.

"You mean to ask me to refuse this commission?" Sherlock said nonchalantly, ignoring the slight pain in his wrist that was tightly grasped by his brother.

"Yes, immediately! I don't want me to say it again, Sherlock!!"

"Sometimes this country needs a heavy hammer. Similarly, sometimes she also needs a dagger, a scalpel that can cut precisely and without mercy." Sherlock said to Mycroft sternly.

"However, this messenger of justice will not be you." Mycroft replied equally seriously.

"I don't want to be an envoy of justice, I'm just doing what I'm interested in." He has already emphasized that this is just a commission, and he is just doing what a detective should do.

"I don't care what you do, but this is not enough! This is the bottom line I set for you again, and you must abide by it."

"Cut! Got it, I will cancel this commission. Then can you bring the notebook over?" Sherlock spread his palm in front of Mycroft.

"Very good, this is a good boy." Nodding his head in satisfaction, Mycroft put the notebook in Sherlock's hand, and said again worriedly: "Remember what you said, Sherlock."

"Tsk! Got it."

At this moment, John, who was assisting the old Mrs. Holmes in the kitchen to make Christmas dinner, did not know that a huge "storm" was sweeping towards him...

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