[Shen Xia + HP] In the name of a detective

Every time Mycroft came to 221B Baker Street, the atmosphere would become extremely solemn, so depressing that the gossip-looking Mrs. Hudson, who wanted to watch around, had no choice but to go downstairs.

Sherlock sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, picked up the violin, a necessary prop for talking with Mycroft, and was always ready to interrupt the words he liked to hear with the harsh sound of sawing wood, waiting for Mycroft sitting opposite him. Ford spoke first.

Mycroft is used to his younger brother's childish behavior, and he doesn't know how many times he compromised first, dragging his aria and said: "Hopps didn't report to me, and he unilaterally gave up on the mission, he is really getting more and more courageous." When you grow up, you shouldn’t have listened to your order to send someone to protect that person from the Ministry of State Security in China.”

"Hmph, she's not the only one you sent to spy on me." Sherlock snorted coldly, mercilessly piercing Mycroft's fake rhetoric, implying that "the whole street They are all watching me, how could you not know what happened."

Mycroft was wearing an elegant three-piece suit, with a politician's usual smirk on his lips, but there was an unexplained emotion hidden in his eyes. Given the current situation, it is absolutely impossible for me to send Hopps to your side on the grounds of monitoring you."

Hearing this, Sherlock put the violin on his shoulders, raised his eyebrows, said "Oh", and sneered calmly: "There are other things you didn't expect?"

"Oh, dear brother." Mycroft held his usual long-handled black umbrella, with the tip of the umbrella propped on the ground, making excuses for his mistakes, and dragging out the end of the voice very long, "Something about emotions Things have never been my field of expertise, and occasional mistakes are normal."

"It's really rare to hear you admit that you made a mistake in your lifetime." Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth with disdain, and raised his chin proudly to look down at Mycroft.

"You have time to sneer at me, why don't you pay more attention to your own affairs." Mycroft felt helpless at his brother's childish behavior, shook his head slowly and barely noticeable, and held the long black umbrella. The handle kept spinning, and he said in his usual official tone in the British government, "If my memory is not wrong, things related to emotions are not my field of expertise, and they were not yours at one time. category."

"Ever?" Sherlock caught the word keenly, frowned tightly, wrinkled his nose, expressed his dissatisfaction with Mycroft's wording, and asked, "Isn't it now?"

"Oh?" Mycroft raised the black umbrella that never left him, and tapped the small tea table in front of him with the tip of the umbrella. His voice was picky, he seriously doubted what Sherlock said just now, and the tone of the imperative sentence was unquestionable. , "If it is true as you said, then please give me an explanation for the unsolved mystery of your alienated world."

Sherlock held the bow with the other hand, and at a distance from the violin strings, he gesticulated a few times, closed his eyes tightly, and seemed to be intoxicated by the notes that danced in the air that did not make a sound.But Mycroft, who knows brother Mo Ruo, knows that Sherlock is just doing some meaningless movements to buy enough time to think about the question he just asked, without appearing to be dumbed down by his question. Mouth speechless.

Probably after Sherlock finished playing a section of the song without sound in a narcissistic manner, he seemed to have just racked his brains to think of a manageable answer: "Aurora is one of your subordinates."

"Aurora?" Mycroft meaningfully repeated Sherlock's address to this subordinate, his bushy eyebrows twitched, and said, "It seems that you are still using her Christian name."

"Obviously." Sherlock pursed his lips, said his usual catchphrase, and glanced at Mycroft contemptuously, as if to say, "You have to emphasize something so obvious, you are mentally handicapped." Are you?", but his heart was disturbed by his words.

Mycroft twitched the corners of his lips meaningfully, revealing a hypocritical smirk, no longer dwelling on the question about the address just now, and changed the subject, "You said just now that I sent more than one person to monitor you. She is alone, and you have already discovered that she is my subordinate. I sent her to your side just to make it easier for you to solve the mystery of her for me."

When he said this, he paused for a while, raised his legs leisurely, and continued unhurriedly: "It is only now that I use such a lame reason to prevaricate me, do you think that I am nearly middle-aged and my IQ is not enough?" So, or is your reflex arc long enough to strangle the Earth?"

Sherlock, who has always been good at all kinds of preposterous words, and sometimes even completely unreasonable, was blocked by Mycroft at this time and didn't know what to say, because what he said was all the truth, but he didn't want to. admit.He didn't admit it, didn't he deny it, his eyes were lowered, covered by long and thin eyelashes, and he didn't say a word.

Seeing that Sherlock remained silent, Mycroft continued, "In the beginning, you were interested in her secrets, so what about now?"

Are you interested in her secrets, or are you interested in her?

If it was Sherlock who just met Aurora half a year ago, he would definitely answer the former without hesitation, with a hint of disdain in his tone, and a bit of contempt in his eyes, as if he was despising his brother who claimed to be extremely smart. Such stupid questions would be asked.But now he just pursed his lips subconsciously, lowered his eyes, covered with long eyelashes to reflect a shadow, and didn't say a word.He dropped the violin in his hand, his fingertips were facing each other, his hands were erected in a tower shape, resting on his chest, and his fingertips lightly poked his chin.

On the one hand, he didn't know how to answer this seemingly stupid question, and on the other hand, he was shocked that he had a question he didn't know how to answer.

Mycroft, who was sitting across from him, leaned leisurely on the small sofa, folded his hands and put his fingers on his knees, staring at Sherlock, who was uncharacteristically not retorting at him, with some probing, The scorching eyes seemed to burn a hole in his chest, to see carefully what unusual thoughts were in his beating heart.

Sherlock felt some cold sweat seep from his brow, damn it, that look was so intrusive it almost made him unable to think, to come up with the correct answer to that question.

He couldn't deny that he was really interested in the mystery of Aurora.No, to be precise, he is interested in any mystery in the world, and Aurora's is certainly no exception.From the first time he saw her in the Dust Bar, he immediately determined that she would be a good mystery for him to use in his spare time when there were no cases.

The clothes on Aurora's body looked a bit old, and they had been worn for about four years, but they were washed very clean, and there was no flaw on her body.He is used to using his deductive reasoning method to see the sky in others, including personality, occupation, experience and habits, etc., but he can't see anything in Aurora.

Can't see anything.

It's a mystery, and he will slowly unravel it.At least that's what Sherlock thought back then.

But gradually, his impression of Aurora began to change, and he even had a new view of the whole group of women.He has always thought that women are easily dominated by emotions and troublesome creatures, such as Mrs. Hudson, the gossip landlord who is dedicated to selling him out, and who is always thinking about something messy. Sometimes Jasmine would get distracted in front of him.

But this Aurora Hopps seemed different.She can arrange her clothes carefully so that he can't see anything.She could follow his train of thought as he solved the case, and even immediately judge what new discoveries he had made by his behavior.When she was exposed by him in a lie or a disguise, she could still calmly find a very reasonable explanation to clear herself up.She can do things that ordinary people can't.

Of course, she wasn't always like this.With constant contact, he also found some flaws.When she first took over the job at Scotland Yard, she, who had never settled a case, had some obvious deficiencies. Not only did she not pay enough attention to details, but she also had poor associative skills.Another fatal flaw is that Aurora, who has always been extremely rational and clear-headed, will become flustered when she thinks of topics related to her relatives, which reveals some flaws.

Something had gone wrong with her family, Sherlock had always deduced that.

He couldn't remember exactly when he cared about her feelings.For the explanation of his behavior, he took it for granted that he was cherishing this rare opponent.He also seemed to realize that this reason could only be called an excuse, but as long as no one said it, he could pretend that he didn't know anything.

When he cleanly throws Mr. Skeleton away and says to Aurora "I don't need it anymore with you here," she points out that it's easy to misunderstand him.In fact, he didn’t think too much at the time because of his low EQ, but he was infected by the atmosphere full of infinite possibilities under the afterglow of the setting sun, and he seemed to understand what Aurora meant by “misunderstanding” naturally.But maybe he didn't want her to know that he understood, or maybe he wanted to understand her thoughts, so he said something like "you should have misunderstood".

He remembered that her cheeks were very red at that time, as if she had just been burned by a flame.

At that time, he seemed to have understood something.

Of course, in order to conceal his true intentions, he deliberately misinterpreted the meaning of "misunderstanding", and the matter was left alone.

The author has something to say:

My computer is fixed and I'm back! ! !

Are you interested in her secrets, or are you interested in her? Do you need to think about such a simple question?

My little Sepps all know the answer to this question, right?

Tell me loudly! ! !

Big friends of the HP party, look here: June [-]th is the birthday of our young master, so I decided to write about my brother Aubrey in the next chapter.Although it seems that there is no direct relationship, they are all wizards anyway.