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Today is a rare good weather, and it is also a rare good day to be free. Finally, one day I don't have to go out to run a case, and I can tidy up the room that is comparable to a kennel.

"Sherlock lifts his foot." Watson bent down to pick up all kinds of chemical equipment scattered on the kitchen floor.

"Hmm..." Sherlock kept staring at the microscope, agreed with his mouth, but didn't take any action.

Watson straightened up helplessly: "Sherlock, can't you take a day off?"

"Of course not..." Sherlock finally moved his gaze away from the microscope: "And you've already taken up more than half of my kitchen."

Watson crossed his arms and looked at Sherlock with displeasure: "You know this is the kitchen, but you still know this is the kitchen!"

"Oh..." Sherlock stopped what he was doing, but said without turning his head, "You are the same as Mrs. Purwer from the next door."

"What kind of metaphor are you talking about?" Watson frowned in confusion. Mrs. Pulver next door was very nagging, and she always cared about this and that at home. Than, that was definitely the voice of Mrs. Puwer teaching her husband.

"You feel bad?"

"Of course, you're saying I'm noise..." Watson paused, and said angrily, "I'm not disturbing the people!"

Sherlock continued his own research, and said casually: "Why do you always have nothing to do with my logic on some issues?"

"Dear Sherlock, I really want to follow your logic, and even hope to replace your logic, because then I don't have to bother."

"You see me as a nuisance?"

For some reason, Watson became more and more upset. The upset for no reason made him at a loss. It was fine when he and Sherlock were working on a case together, but when it comes to daily life, there will always be frictions of one kind or another. Of course, these frictions are not counted. What, I just feel weird recently...

He sighed and tried to change the subject: "Haven't seen Lestrade for a while."

Sherlock paused, and seemed to be aware of the problem: "What has he been doing recently?"

"I don't have time to pay attention to him..."

Before Watson could finish his sentence, there was a hasty knock on the door downstairs. Such a chaotic knock on the door must not be the client, because the agreement with the client was two doorbells.

"Who is this time?" Watson took out his phone and checked the time. Who would it be at noon?

"Go down and have a look."

"Okay..." Watson took two steps and then turned back, looked at Sherlock and said, "When I came up, I hope the flask under your feet has been picked up."

Sherlock curled his lips, and said impatiently, "That's how Mrs. Puwer's husband ran away from home."

Watson was furious when he heard this: "Then you have to run away from home too? Do you think I can't find you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Watson regretted it a little. It seemed that the content of the conversation had deviated from the direction. Did Sherlock know that the people next door were husband and wife, and the relationship was fundamentally different.

Shocked by Watson, Sherlock raised his head innocently: "If you run away from home, I will go find you too."

"It's not at all..."

Just as Watson was about to explain this issue, the people downstairs were already impatient and rang the doorbell as if venting, so Watson had no choice but to go downstairs and open the door...

Lestrade outside the door was completely impatient, and his lips were tightly pressed together, as if something earth-shattering had happened. As soon as Watson opened the door, he rushed in and ran up the stairs.

Watson was stunned in place, still saying that Cao Cao Cao Cao was here, but something seemed to have happened to Lestrade's expression, which presumably had something to do with the case. Tea before slowly climbing upstairs.

"This is..." Watson looked at Lestrade, who was sitting on the sofa without saying a word, very puzzled. As soon as he turned around, he saw Sherlock with a helpless face: "Is there any difficult case?"

"I don't know." Sherlock looked at Watson regretfully.

Watson poured Lestrade a cup of tea. It seemed that Lestrade's visit today had nothing to do with the case, but his expression seemed to be ruined: "What happened?"

Lestrade took a sip of tea, then held the teacup and hesitated to speak, which made Watson and Sherlock who were waiting for him very anxious, but in the end Lestrade couldn't say a word...

Watson immediately called out to the bulldog in his heart: 【What happened to Lestrade? 】【Drunken sex...】The tiger-headed dog lay awkwardly on Mycroft's big soft bed and said: 【The object is Mycroft. ] "Ahem..." Watson just wanted to take a sip of tea when he was taken aback by the bulldog's words, and a cup of tea was spilled everywhere.

"Be careful!" Standing aside, Sherlock immediately took a tissue to help Watson dry the tea on his pants.

"No...it's nothing..." Watson felt that he needed to calm down, but Mycroft's move was too damaging, and it was against his image.

Sherlock looked at Watson and then at Lestrade. There were only puzzles that he didn't know, which was like a challenge to his IQ: "Lestrade, do you just want to come and have a sip of tea?"

Watson immediately stood up, stopped Sherlock's pressing questions, and put a cup of tea into Sherlock's hand: "Try green tea, you said it was good last time."

"What happened?" Sherlock asked Watson, frowning in confusion.

Watson took Sherlock to the corner, and he really didn't know what to say, and it was too disrespectful to Lestrade to say it himself: "I believe you can see it, it must be related to feelings, but...we still wait Let him speak for himself."

"What can't be said, isn't he here just for us to answer?"

"That seems to be the case..." But you want Lestrade to say that he slept with your brother?Watson really had no choice but to choose to remain silent.

"I...I..." Lestrade held the teacup and said in a daze, "I don't know how to say..."

"What happened to make you like this, have you been deceived by someone you trust..." Sherlock had no choice but to use his good analysis ability to mention such a possibility, but he didn't expect Lestrade to be stunned, with a look He looked like he wanted to cry, and Watson shrugged helplessly.

There should be many people Lestrade trusts, but it is impossible for everyone to come to him if he is deceived... So this person must be related to him.

Sherlock looked at Watson suddenly, and Watson immediately stopped him with his eyes. Some questions need to be discussed by the parties themselves.

"Okay...okay..." Sherlock nodded understandingly, and focused on sipping tea, but his wandering fingers showed that his heart was as turbulent as Lestrade's.

After waiting for three or four hours, the neighbor's house has already started preparing dinner, and bursts of tempting aroma climbed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. From the aroma, it was confirmed that it was steak...

Lestrade hadn't eaten all day, and only drank some wine last night. He smelled the aroma of steak, and couldn't help swallowing: "I...John, I did one thing wrong..."

"Are you finally willing to say it?" Sherlock put down his research and walked out of the kitchen.

"I'm sorry for your brother." Lestrade looked at Sherlock in pain.

"Ah?!" Sherlock and Watson exclaimed in surprise at the same time, as if all this was different from what they thought.

Watson spared his head and didn't know where to start: "What happened?"

Lestrade covered his face in pain, and said in embarrassment: "I drank too much yesterday, because I received a wedding invitation from my ex-wife... Unknowingly, I walked to Mycroft's place, and then we drank a lot... ..."

"And you fucked him, didn't he fuck you?" Sherlock blurted out, desperate to know the answer.

"What?" Lestrade screamed, then slowly lowered his head, and said with difficulty, "But... I took the initiative."

Sherlock was taken aback. This was the first time he, who had never been fearless, lost his composure: "So you are the one who got raped?" So why are you sad?

"Sherlock." Watson stopped Sherlock and said, "You can't be so straightforward about this kind of thing. Where did you learn these things?"

"That's wrong? Do you want to say sex? Isn't it all sex? Or do you want me to describe it as sex?"

"Okay..." Watson raised his forehead, and really didn't know how to discuss linguistics with Sherlock: "Lestrade, did you have any physical slow, intense, gentle, or even physical problems last night? The friction of blushing and heartbeat... and the exchange of sex?"

"What's the difference between what I said?" Sherlock asked puzzled.

"It's more subtle."

"Is it useful to be subtle? It can't explain why Lestrade was done, but he is the one who is ashamed!"

"About this question..." Watson was stunned, and suddenly turned his head to look at Lestrade: "Then what happened during your one night of intense sex that made your state of mind so terrible now?"

Sherlock looked at Watson contemptuously, obviously he was more straightforward than what he said.

Watson gave Sherlock a embarrassed look... There is no way, he really wants to know what happened.

During the quarrel between Watson and Sherlock, Lestrade no longer knew what shame was. He just wanted to explain this problem clearly: "Mycroft has been comforting me, but I was already drunk at that time. Mycroft and I are such good friends, and he already has someone he likes."

Watson's scalp was numb, and he couldn't make sense of his thoughts at all... You, Lestrade, were the one who was raped. You regarded Mycroft as your ex-wife. Why didn't you suppress him?

And when did Mycroft have someone else he liked?

Sherlock also found it incredible; "Who does Mycroft like?"

"I don't know, maybe it's a beautiful and smart girl..." Lestrade suddenly paused, feeling even more ashamed.

Watson and Sherlock looked at each other and finally understood what was going on... It can only be said that Mycroft is too despicable. Taking advantage of Lestrade's trust in him, he first made Lestrade mistakenly think that he has someone he likes, Then he used alcohol to commit murder, and because Lestrade took the initiative, he honestly felt very sorry for his friend!

"It's too cruel..." Sherlock and Watson sighed in unison.

"You also think I'm wrong, don't you?" Lestrade lowered his head, as if the sky had fallen: "I don't know if Mycroft will forgive me."

Watson said involuntarily, "Despicable."

"Shameless," Sherlock continued.

"Desperate for conscience."

"But be quick!"

"It's really amazing..."

Compared with Watson's mentality of watching a good show, Sherlock is very regretful...why didn't he come up with such a way?

Even if John is definitely not as easy to deceive as Lestrade, but John's trust in himself is definitely higher than Lestrade's trust in Mycroft, and it is complete trust!

"Damn it!" Sherlock couldn't help cursing, after all, Mycroft is the best!

And Lestrade felt even more uncomfortable when he heard Sherlock's words... he almost wanted to jump into the Thames.

The author has something to say: Well... Sherlock, you are still a little young... Your brother is still amazing! ! !

Sherlock: I don't agree!