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As soon as Watson opened the door of 221B Baker Street, Sherlock's roar was transmitted from upstairs...

"John, where are my clothes?"

Watson didn't pay any attention to it, and slowly climbed the stairs with two big bags of food purchased from the supermarket. As soon as he reached the door of the living room, he bumped into Sherlock who was covered in sheets.

Sherlock raised his arm, lifted the sheet on his body and said dissatisfiedly, "Where are my clothes?"

"I thought you'd be wearing a quilt today."

"Who would wear a quilt in this weather?"

Watson bypassed Sherlock, walked straight into the kitchen, and put down the plastic bag angrily: "Anyway, you don't go out anyway, and you don't even save your clothes by wearing sheets every day."

"Are you angry that I make you run errands every day to handle cases?"

"Thank you for having this awareness."

Sherlock twisted his body, wrapped the bed sheet dragged on the floor around his body, and then strode towards the kitchen: "There are not enough cases these days, so go collect information and pass it on to me. Are you not satisfied with this division of labor?"

Watson's hand, which was opening the refrigerator, trembled with anger: "So what about the case that's worth seeing?"

"I'll collect information and share it with you."

Watson paused for a moment, then smiled at various human tissues in a refrigerator, and turned around helplessly, saying, "I've taken your clothes to the laundry."

"You left nothing behind."

"Who told you to never wash?"

"I always asked Hudson to take it to the laundry when I wore the last suit..." Sherlock's voice became smaller and smaller, and he looked at Watson helplessly and blinked: "So it's because this is the last suit." You can't see odd numbers, so you sent them to the laundry together?"

"You have to change this habit in the future." Watson said without raising his head as he lowered his head to tidy up the refrigerator, "I left you underwear, but it's obvious that you don't want to wear clothes at all."

"That doesn't mean I don't have clothes when I want to."

"Are you insecure without clothes? I think you look handsome in sheets. Don't worry about having a lot of sheets at home."

"Okay... well, you have to go to the scene of the crime."

Watson looked helplessly at the human body tissue in the refrigerator, got up and closed the refrigerator door vigorously: "Don't talk about an unexpected case without clothes, you were going to hand over the Lestrade case to me."

"It is agreed that the cases with less than seven points will be handed over to you."

"Anyway, you don't have any case today. I'll pick up your clothes tomorrow." Watson picked up the plastic bag and glanced at Sherlock: "But I'm going downstairs to ask Mrs. Hudson to borrow the kitchen."

Sherlock curled his lips and said immediately: "I haven't given me the milk this morning."

"But it's noon now, so I have to drink it in the refrigerator by myself."

"Don't you think there is a smell in the refrigerator and refuse to put food in it?"

"But I'll put your milk in there."

"you can not do that."

Watson didn't bother to talk to Sherlock, and walked downstairs quickly without Sherlock: "Okay, I'll pour it for you later."

"The case at that time?"

"I'll be there."

Sherlock smiled, put down the sheet wrapped around his hand, turned and walked towards the computer.

At the same time, Watson also walked towards the door. Suddenly, he slipped and stepped on Sherlock's bed sheet, and his body leaned forward uncontrollably. Fortunately, he stabilized his figure in time. As soon as he turned around, he saw the naked body lying sideways. Sherlock.

"Puff—" Watson couldn't help laughing, and then laughed loudly: "Hahaha..."

Sherlock looked at Watson in embarrassment, and immediately grabbed the sheet to cover his body. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Enough, John, don't laugh!"

"I just said you look handsome in a sheet, and..."

"And what?"

Watson laughed and said, "You really are curly."

"What?" Sherlock paused for a moment, and soon his expression became clear, and he said angrily, "Of course I'm curly."

Watson looked at Sherlock, who covered it vigorously.Turning around, he said with an evil face: "I know, but I didn't expect it to curl so badly."

After finishing speaking, Watson immediately turned around and ran downstairs to avoid Sherlock's imminent anger. After he handed the plastic bag to Mrs. Hudson, he quickly went out to the scene of the crime...

Watson stood in the middle of this empty grassland, frowning and looking up at the sky, then looked at the corpse lying on the ground, just as he had some clues, Sherlock's text message rang.

Sherlock: [This is not your case alone, what do you want me to do if you solve it? ] Watson took out his mobile phone and replied funny: [You seem to have underestimated the degree of difficulty of the case, but I have a little idea, since you are so worried, why don't you come by yourself? 】【You are an assistant. 】

[Okay, you need your reminder, I'll turn on the computer and video with you. 】Watson was whistling in a good mood while turning on the computer, but the phone froze as soon as he turned it on...

Maybe Sherlock always makes himself run errands on purpose?

He wanted to get himself fully involved in the...

Watson took out his mobile phone and wanted to send a text message to ask, but he couldn't send it.

There is no doubt that I like to solve crimes, because watching the murderer get caught, it seems that my guilt will decrease a little, and I feel very comfortable every time.

This feeling has also been written in the blog, Sherlock read it?

【Sherlock, what do you think about solving the case to alleviate your guilt? ] Sherlock looked at the text message, took a sip of the milk that Mrs. Hudson brought, put his palms together on his chin, and replied to Watson's text message after a while: 【Then do it. ] Watson was so nervous that he opened the text message, and was very moved when he saw the content. He smiled gratefully: [Thank you. 】Soon Sherlock sent a second message: 【Don't be so sensational, start the video quickly. ] After connecting the video, Watson smiled gratefully when he saw Sherlock still wrapped in a sheet.

Sherlock said with a friendly smile, "Come back for spaghetti tonight."

"You do it or I do it?"

"I saw you bought the materials." Sherlock blinked and said proudly.

Looking at Sherlock who looked like a child, Watson couldn't help curling his lips. Just as he was about to tease him, the video was cut off suddenly.

Immediately afterwards he received a call from Mycroft.

"What? Where?"

"board the plane."

"Why do you always use an unpleasant command tone every time I see you?"

"Sherlock is with me."

"Alright alright."

Watson raised his hands in surrender, and resigned himself to board the helicopter...

Normally, Mycroft would come to 221B Baker Street in person to see Sherlock himself if there was any task, but this time, if it takes so much trouble, the matter is definitely not easy...

After getting off the plane, he was ushered into a magnificent living room. As soon as he entered, he saw Sherlock wrapped in a sheet with an angry expression on his face.

Watson shrugged at Sherlock, then looked left and right: "Buckingham Palace."

Sherlock replied displeased: "Yes, we are in Buckingham Palace."

"What did Mycroft want with you?"

"I haven't seen him yet."

Watson stepped on the gorgeous red carpet, walked up to Sherlock, wiped a white leather sofa, and sat down with disdain: "Should I not send your clothes to the laundry today?"

"Pfft—" Sherlock couldn't help laughing: "You didn't tell me where the underwear is."

"I thought you would be able to deduce it quickly according to the law." Watson looked around calmly, and suddenly couldn't help laughing: "So you have to wrap the bed sheet well, otherwise everyone will know that you are naturally curly. "

Sherlock looked at Watson with a feigned anger smile: "Of course."

"Okay... Shall we come to see the Queen?"

Just as he was talking, Mycroft appeared in sight, and Sherlock joked, "I think so."

"I think he's the queen, too."

"I thought Sherlock was just childish, can you guys grow up a little?" Mycroft walked over and picked up a stack of clothes that had been placed on the table: "Put it on."

"why?"

"Because of my client."

Sherlock looked at Mycroft motionlessly, and after glaring at him, got up to leave.

While grabbing Sherlock's bed sheet, Mycroft said to Watson, "I think no matter what the case is, John, you will help Sherlock solve it."

"But you belong to the political category?"

"Yes."

Watson glanced at Sherlock, shrugged helplessly: "Sherlock, don't make trouble, our 'Queen' won't let you go, and it was agreed that the characteristics of hair growth need to be kept secret."

Sherlock gave Watson a blank look, and turned around to take the clothes from Mycroft's hand in dissatisfaction.

Soon, when Sherlock finished his clothes and came out, there was one more person on the scene, and Mycroft's face was full. Fortunately, he didn't have an embarrassing expression in front of his colleagues.

Sherlock disdainfully went to his seat and sat down. Watson listened quietly and did not speak until Mycroft handed over a stack of photos.

Watson glanced at the woman in the photo, and asked in confusion, "Who is this?"

"Eileen Adler, professionally known as 'The Woman,'" Mycroft said.

"Okay... this Irene, what kind of shady relationship does this have with your employer?"

"She likes to call herself the sadistic queen."

Sherlock frowned and said, "The sadistic queen?"

"Yes, but you don't have to panic, it's sexual."

"Sex doesn't scare me."

"Who knows..." Mycroft smiled, "but as far as I know, you panic when John is in danger."

"So what?" Sherlock glared at Mycroft and said, "I guess she has some indecent photos."

"What a quick response, Mr. Sherlock Holmes," said Mycroft's colleague Harry, smiling.

Watson didn't want to waste time, so he interrupted and said, "We still have to make pasta tonight. If you want to return the photos, just pay us. Why waste our time, and you obviously don't want to tell us who this employer is."

"I didn't intend to disturb your sweet and sweet cohabitation life, but she didn't want anything, just called us and said that she had these photos." Mycroft explained.

Sherlock said with a blank face: "Oh, wrestling for power and fighting against the most powerful royal family, you deserve to be the sadistic queen."

"Oh, why is it so familiar?" Watson said, looking up at Sherlock.

"Because you also have such a personality."

"I know, you too..." Watson said dissatisfiedly: "Mycroft is too, this gentleman is too, who is not, we want to be the controllers of power."

"There are many people who are not." Sherlock looked at Watson and said.

Watson breathed a sigh of relief and said displeasedly, "Since when did you make up for psychology and apply it to me?"

"John, because that's really necessary."

"Then you have to say it in front of outsiders?"

Mycroft looked at Watson, smiled and said, "Sherlock is my brother, we are all one family."

Watson gave Mycroft a blank look: "The family sounds good, let's bring Miss Irene into this big family."

"Who's going?" Mycroft asked immediately.

"Whoever wants to go will go."

Mycroft looked at Sherlock sympathetically. "It looks like your pasta dinner is out of the question."

Sherlock frowned and looked at Mycroft puzzled: "What did I say wrong?"

"No...no." Mycroft said sympathetically, "Nothing."

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