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

This Christmas trip to Oklahoma ended in a bad mood. Without the knowledge of the old Sherlock Holmes couple, John and Mycroft quickly reached an agreement-that is, as soon as possible Return to London to deal with Sherlock's drug use. (Sherlock's comments were ignored by both of them.)

"Sherlock, I have to remind you again, you are now a 'famous detective' exposed to the public eye, you can't let those mentally retarded media catch up with some bad things, do you understand?" Mycroft on the car window raised his eyebrows, and warned Sherlock with an unhappy face.Then he picked up the report in his hand (this is the test report handed in by Mycroft's subordinates when they just returned to Baker Street), and opened his slender fingers, and finally a trace of light appeared on McCoff's stern face. Relieved, "Since you can't tamper with the laboratory report under my watch, it's good that you, Sherlock, have been proven drug-free."

"John." Mycroft handed over the document to John.

This document is that after McCoff learned that Sherlock was hiding drugs at 221B Baker Street, he immediately sent someone to take samples of Sherlock's urine and blood for laboratory testing. Now they have just returned from Oklahoma. By the time they arrived in London, the test report had been freshly released and handed over to McCoff.In any case, how could Mycroft not be relieved that his lawless younger brother was only putting on a cover this time and not actually putting himself in danger?Well, if his younger brother, the great detective, can really give up the commission about the owner of the dangerous newspaper, it will be truly perfect.

"Sherlock, are you really not taking drugs?" John lowered his head and opened the test report with a look of suspicion. After carefully confirming the affirmative answers in the conspicuous black and white letters, the stone that had been hanging in his heart finally dangled down. After all, even though Mycroft was watching, John still had some doubts about whether Sherlock was playing tricks on him and McCoff again.You know, this man has precedents!

"John! How many times do you want me to say it?" Sherlock stretched out his hand and plucked the fluffy black curly hair a few times, pouted his mouth, and said angrily: "I promised you that I would never touch those contraband again. Walk the talk."

"Oh~ for God's sake! This is what a good kid should do..." For Mycroft, it doesn't matter what his only brother does outrageous things, as long as it doesn't hurt himself This is one of the bottom lines he set for Sherlock, and what makes Mycroft happy from the bottom of his heart is that Sherlock did not cross his bottom line this time.

"Mycroft, I'm not a child anymore." In stark contrast to McCoff's cloudy and sunny mood, Sherlock stood upright at the door of 221B like a pole with a gloomy face.He didn't forget who was the culprit who ransacked his and John's house. If you don't ask yourself, you are a thief, if you don't ask yourself, you are a robber!At this time, the big detective completely subconsciously ignored who made the mistake first in this matter!

"Charles Augustus Magnuson." Mycroft said the person's full name slowly, and his brows were wrinkled unconsciously. This small movement is enough to show his dislike for that person , with his unique London aristocratic tone, he continued to emphasize to this worried young brother, "Sherlock, you promised me that you would not take the initiative to provoke this person again, you will not forget?"

"I never took the initiative to provoke anyone, you know." It was always those people who took the initiative to provoke him!Sherlock complained fiercely in his heart.

"As long as you don't provoke Magnussen." For many people, Magnussen was a disgusting but irresistible threat, but McCoff never took him seriously.In McCoff's view, no matter how rubbish this person is, he still has a certain use value. He can do some hidden things for McCoff that he is inconvenient to do in person.Of course, the premise is that Sherlock has not been involved with that person.

In the eyes of outsiders, Mycroft has almost 360 degrees and no dead ends. Only he himself knows that Sherlock is his only weakness, and he is also very clear that Sherlock's weakness is John.And John's weakness?For God's sake!That's all over the body!If the loathsome newspaper owner caught this only weakness, although it can be dealt with, there will always be some unnecessary troubles.Thinking of these things, Mycroft had no choice but to look at John, "John, you have to watch him for me, you know?"

"Ah? Oh! Got it." John, who came back to his senses, quickly nodded and answered.

"Sherlock, you are no longer alone, don't forget that there is a John by your side, don't mess around." Because there is still a weakness around you, so don't provoke Magnussen in the end.Mycroft said something to Sherlock, then raised his hand to look at his watch, waved to the two, then turned around and opened the door of the black car, and got in.Because of this temporary Christmas vacation, there are still a lot of official documents on his desk that have yet to be processed. It is easy for Mycroft to handle these official matters, but he still thinks it is better to finish them as soon as possible.

Watching McCoff's black bus gradually disappear at the end of Baker Street, Sherlock who was standing there turned around and said to John: "John, I suddenly remembered someone."

John looked up curiously and asked, "Who?"

"Jim Moriarty."

"The bastard who died for you on the roof of St. Barts Hospital?" Every time I mentioned the "fake death case" that Shen Jingbing Moriarty and the big detective jumped off the roof of St. Barts Hospital two years ago, John is always restless.

"Oh~ for God's sake! Moriarty and I don't have a relationship of 'sacrifice for love'." Sherlock helplessly explained to John who was walking beside him, while reaching out and pushing open the door of 221B.Because Mrs. Hudson was still on her trip to Eastern Europe, and now she stepped into 221B, the deserted atmosphere made both Sherlock and John feel a little uncomfortable.

"Oh! Well, what do you think of him?" John, who paused at the door and stepped up the stairs first, asked.

"Moriarty once said to me, 'Sherlock, you have to be careful. Other bad guys won't play games with you. They might really kill you. If you can't solve the case, don't solve it.'" Xia Locke followed John step by step, stepped up the stairs with his usual light steps, stared at John's back without blinking, and asked, "What do you think of him?"

"There is a sense of JQ that you two are sympathetic to each other." John blurted out without hesitation.

"John...I have to repeat it again, lest you..." Sherlock's brows were tightened, and he suddenly couldn't figure out what kind of messy things John's little brain circuit was thinking, Moriarty What does it have to do with him?Sherlock admitted that he still admired the 'deep well ice' that John called in private.To be precise, Moriarty does have a lot in common with him. They have the same ideas, and they are roughly evenly matched in terms of IQ and planning.It's a pity that due to the fact that they each choose different camps, as opposites, they can only become enemies, not friends, let alone lovers.

Watson reached out his hand to take out the key from the pocket of the khaki coat he was wearing, unlocked it, pushed open the door, and then shrugged and turned around to answer: "OK, I'm just a mortal with insufficient brain capacity."

"John, your brain capacity is indeed insufficient, but having me here is enough to raise your IQ by a large amount." Sherlock said matter-of-factly, and then let John take off his black wool trench coat. Hanging it on the mahogany shelf behind the door, with his hands behind his back, he took a few steps onto the wool blanket and then turned around and sat on his exclusive red sofa chair. The chin and the green eyes still habitually follow John's figure.

"He is similar to you to a certain extent. He gives me the feeling that his crime consultant is much more dedicated than your consulting detective. Anyway, Moriarty is also a Strict and realistic, dedicated and down-to-earth, and will spare no effort to kill your villain BOSS." John automatically went into the kitchen and got a large plate of beef sandwiches, a small stack of butter cookies and a large pot of lemon green tea. in front of Sherlock.He'd been pissed off in Oklahoma today, but he still instinctively remembered that the childish, willful detective was caught by McCoff himself in the car and driven back to London, just like him, without bothering to eat anything.If Sherlock went hungry, wouldn't he be the one who felt sorry for himself in the end?

"So, he's still a pretty good villain?" Sherlock stretched out his slender fingers and squeezed a pale yellow cookie into his mouth, then took a sip of hot tea contentedly.Sure enough, only the food made by John is the most suitable for him.

"It's better than the old man you're investigating now. At least Moriarty has both good looks and talent. Besides, it's a pity because you died..." John said with a regretful face while holding a cup of lemon green tea.As early as when he knew that Sherlock was looking for that Magnussen, John quietly looked up the profile picture of that person on the Internet. If he wanted to talk about his first impression, John only had one feeling: his face really looks like a shark The same stiff and expressionless, eyes empty like dead fish eyes, full of the rotten breath of death, stiff, elegant, slow, but really disgusting.

In short, just like Mycroft's strong opposition, John also had a vague bad intuition, and he didn't want Sherlock to continue to accept this commission to investigate Magnussen from the bottom of his heart.Of course, he also knew that if Sherlock could really listen to him and Mycroft obediently, then he wouldn't be Sherlock anymore.

"So, I'm going to burn incense in front of his tombstone?" Sherlock's suggestion interrupted John's wandering thoughts.

"Honey, if you want to guard the grave, you have to wait until after I die, and others don't need to talk about it!" After calming down, John said firmly.Moriarty wants Sherlock to guard his grave?It is impossible in the next life!

"When the time comes, I will die with you and let Mycroft guard our grave."

"..." Sherlock, can you stop saying this sad sentence so confidently?Mycroft will be so angry that he will dig his grave and flog his corpse!

"Okay, it's time to go to work after eating and drinking." Sherlock stood up from the sofa, straightened his clothes, and commanded condescendingly to the bewildered John: "John, change clothes quickly, I've already Make an appointment with Magnussen at his newspaper office in an hour."

"We've only been back in London for less than an hour, and we're going to find the newspaper owner?" John felt a little unreasonable, even absurd.

There are only two things that make him feel lucky today. The first is that Sherlock has been confirmed as not taking drugs; Bit well cleaned.God knows, John thought he'd have at least two or three days to clean up after he got back from Oklahoma, and this brand-new look was a relief to him at last.It's a pity that this kind of comfort was turned into shock by Sherlock before he could linger in his heart for two more seconds!

"Is there something wrong?" Sherlock asked, tilting his head.

"What's wrong?!! Sherlock, didn't you promise that McCoff would not provoke that Magnuson? I also promised that McCoff would watch you!" John now wanted to reach out and grab Sherlock's neck Collar, wake up this lawless detective well.As soon as Mycroft left, this guy started not to take his brother's warning seriously!

"I didn't take the initiative to provoke him, it was he who took the initiative to ask me to meet, that's it." Sherlock's eyes under the black curly hair were wide open, as innocent as he looked, but to John, who had become accustomed to him, He said that this move did not affect John's idea of ​​kicking the big detective out of the window of 221B at all.

"He asked you to meet?" John asked suspiciously.

"Of course, at the appointment time this morning." Sherlock nodded with great certainty.Less than half an hour after he released the news, the owner of the newspaper had secretly called to ask him to meet. to like), but he thinks that Magnussen is indeed a very smart person.

"What's the matter with him asking you to meet?" Even if Magnuson knew Sherlock, he would not take the risk to deal with Sherlock under the all-round high-pressure protection of McCoff.Unless, what Magnuson can get is his own, and the temptation is greater than the danger. In the British Empire, apart from the great value of Mycroft's identity to him, what else can he expect from Sherlock?

"It's just an ordinary transaction." Sherlock opened his eyes and talked nonsense.

"I don't want to go." John shrank further into the back of the chair, almost wrapping his arms around the armrests to show his firm and solemn stance.Mycroft's warning is still in my ears, if he follows Sherlock, he will commit a crime knowingly and commit suicide!

"John, are you so relieved to let me meet that dangerous old man alone? If something happens to me, don't regret it." Sherlock narrowed his eyes, crossed his hands arm, said the old god.

really……

"...I'll go!" John gritted his teeth and spit out the answer.At the same time, I was silently going crazy for the first time in my heart: Mycroft, can I really not apply for a return? ! ! !

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