[Sherlock Holmes + Shenxia] Mirror Theory

When the riot police broke through the defenses of the Collins Gunners Club, Sherlock and Mycroft sat on the black stretched Lincoln, and the atmosphere in the car was very stagnant.

Listening to the gunshots outside and the commotion of the citizens, Mycroft asked his younger brother in a very leisurely manner: "Once again, Sherlock. Once again you were played by this woman in the applause, you know she let Do I remember anyone?"

Sherlock's voice was almost icy: "They're different, Mycroft."

"Oh, you don't want to admit it? The supernatural consulting detective has been fooled by this woman again—but at least you have improved compared to a year and three months ago, and you can spot her trap without me reminding you. Mycroft sighed, "The Li family is really an amazing family, whether it is Mike Lee or Shirley Lee, they are all extremely outstanding talents."

"I remind you again, Mycroft! I knew last night that her goal was Sebastian Moran, and she never concealed it! You are just blaming her for the stupidity of your own people .”

"Even if she has been in Oxford and never been to London, can she accurately target the crime bosses in London's West End?"

Sherlock sneered: "If you are curious, you can ask her directly, but I don't think your interrogation techniques can be used on her—Mike Lee would not agree with you treating his sister like this, and Shirley's speaking skills are no better than Where are you going?"

"Is this asking me for help again? Sherlock, you obviously can't figure out what your 'girlfriend' is thinking."

"Stop dreaming."

"You lean toward her, even though she's using you again, playing tricks on you, and even asking me for help through you."

"She could have used me to control you, Mycroft, but in the end she gave me the choice." Sherlock slowed down his tone, appearing a little serious and warning. "Anyway, Shirley never meant anything to me, not even to you. You can't take it out on her because she's too smart for you to control."

The two brothers finally looked at each other.Mycroft's eyes were ironic and meaningful, as if he could see through people quietly.And Sherlock's eyes were almost iron gray, showing cold determination and unshakable.

In the end, the brother backed down.

"She's dangerous, Sherlock." Mycroft lowered his eyelids, showing a little fatigue. "I'll tell you what she's been up to since she's been in London these days."

The first thing Shirley did after she arrived in London was to take a taxi and go around the city. The most amazing thing is that she often stopped her itinerary in front of some clubs, bars and hotels, and then got off Find a place to rest—these clubs were owned by Moriarty and his subordinates in the previous life, some of them have not yet appeared, and some of them have been in operation for several years.According to Mycroft's intelligence network, he naturally knew what was under those glamorous appearances.

——If up to this point, he was only shocked by Shirley's astonishing sensitivity (Mycroft thought Shirley had deduced it through the people who came and went in the club), then what she did after that successfully made Mycroft's Vigilance raised to the highest level.

She had her eye on Sebastian Moran.

Mycroft knew this man, the new king of the underground world in the West End of London, who could be said to be a figure who turned his hands into clouds and turned his hands into rain.Young, energetic, cunning and vicious, with the crisp and sharp tactics of fighting, he rose up last year, and in just over a year he has successfully made him famous in the dark world of London.

Scotland Yard has nothing to do with him, but at Mycroft's level, they will not go to war for him-yes, to get rid of him must go to war!Leaving aside the issue of disturbing citizens and disrupting law and order, the chaos caused by the elimination of him alone is enough to embarrass the faces of London officials. Therefore, although the government has always known the existence of these people, it has to live with them in peace .

How does a mere weak Chinese female student fight against an old and cunning criminal gang leader?

But Shirley did it as if nothing had happened.

Mycroft hadn't thought about it—if the agent monitoring Sherlock didn't sneer at the ridiculous and sloppy inference that "Molan makes a living by deception", but immediately reported himself...

If I hadn't been interested in seeing what kind of tricks Shirley planned to play when she was heading to the hospital...

All in all, Mycroft still underestimated Shirley Lee, just as he underestimated Mike Lee.The latter led to him having to turn a blind eye to trade issues with China at some point, while the former directly led to him now having to postpone a very serious meeting, like parents waiting for their children to leave school Same, waiting outside the Collins Gunners Club.

This young girl, with a sophisticated wrist like a scheming politician, lifts weight lightly and does not leak water.The gentle wind and drizzle at the beginning made him relax his vigilance—after all, he was too busy, and he didn’t think this girl could play any tricks—but the sudden attack was like thunder, and it was a dead end before he could react. .

She even secretly sold herself a favor through Sherlock.Mycroft curled his lips, knowing that if it wasn't for this incident, Sherlock would never have called him, and even promised him to go home for Christmas...

Sherlock listened quietly for a while, with an indifferent look on his face, obviously he had figured it out a long time ago.In fact, he had already figured out everything when he found out that Shirley was taken away by Moran's people, but he still had to act according to Shirley's script—everyone had to follow Shirley's script. The script went on, and the director's arrangement was not in the slightest. It was only when the incident came to an end that he realized that he had almost no choice but to act according to the script.

Moran is afraid of the Holmes brothers, so he has to act when he finds himself "targeted".

The agent monitoring Sherlock is Mycroft's confidant, and knowing Moran's real situation, he naturally scoffed at Shirley's half-truth and half-fake reasoning.

A sniffing reasoning followed by an easy bickering and mutual taunting wasn't enough for an agent to bother Mycroft Holmes late at night.

The attack on Shirley was done by Moran, who was being targeted, and directly covered up the reasoning of last night.

Moran needed a talisman, so he sent Sherlock and most of the agents away with a sacrifice.

Sherlock couldn't directly dismantle Shirley's performance, so he had to cooperate with her and play the role of "boyfriend" for the monitors to see. The identity of "boyfriend" started from the hospital and ended this morning.

……

Going round and round, the final result is that Sherlock had to call Mycroft for help for Shirley's safety, and Mycroft had to agree to his brother's request to attack Moran—a Moran's attack on Mike Croft. Foot is insignificant, what he values ​​is his younger brother, and it is the politicians and officials who are really anxious about this matter.But these are not important, since Mycroft made the move himself, there will be no future troubles.

In such an hour, Moran's underground kingdom suffered a devastating blow. More than a dozen clubs were closed down by the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, Sir Moran was arrested, and countless citizens were frightened by the gunshots from the street. The fierce online crusade against the government is in full swing - all of which are difficult to imagine - and at this moment, there is only the Collins Gunners Club in front of them.

But Sherlock believes this is all part of Moran's plan.In Moran's mind, being targeted by the Holmes brothers must have this fate, so he kidnapped Shirley quickly, in exchange for his own safety.

This cunning woman has planned everything, and her script has been acted to the last moment - since Shirley tried her best to remove Moran from the map of London, how could she allow him to take herself as a hostage? How about peace?

Mycroft glanced out the window leisurely, the expression on his face suddenly paused - MI6 agents had already sneaked in from the safe passage of the club, at this moment, the club that had stopped the gunfire There was another distant and dull gunshot.

Sherlock finally couldn't sit still in the car, and was about to push the door to get out of the car, when suddenly Mycroft grabbed his arm.

"Let go, Mycroft!"

"You can't go out unless I see Sebastian Moran being escorted out of the club with my own eyes." Mycroft said with a sullen face-he knew Sherlock hated his attitude, because it Exactly the same as when he wasn't allowing Sherlock to do dangerous chemistry experiments when he was a kid, but there was nothing he could do about it now. "Sherlock Holmes, move your brain that is full of women at this moment! Moran has a wide range of friends, and there must be his men and friends hiding around here. Unless he completely falls, they will not give up. .”

Sherlock's face was ugly.Sitting in this stretched Lincoln, armed with the world's most advanced bulletproof technology, waiting for the results, and then receiving protection from Mycroft while waiting for Moran's trial, and going home for Christmas-this is what Mycroft shot of the three conditions.

Mycroft obviously knows how to step on his brother's bottom line without crossing the line. Each of these three things is enough to make Sherlock gnash his teeth but there is nothing he can do.

At this moment, there was a commotion from the Collins Gunners' Club, which had apparently been breached, vaguely mixed with a few shouts of "ambulance!" and the like.The faces of the two Holmes sank in an instant—although they were worried about the same person, Mr. Big Holmes was obviously worried about the reaction of that high-ranking official far away in China, while Mr. Holmes was really anxious about it. that person.

Sherlock grabbed the door handle, but the prescient Mycroft glanced over and ignored it - the door was obviously locked.The calm elder brother tapped the screen of the car TV in front of him, and the TV screen flickered quickly, turning into a call interface.

"Report sir, Miss Li was shot in the left arm, with an open fracture of the forearm bone. Mitch Douglas (passerby A waiter in the previous chapter) died of suffocation and shooting, and Sebastian Moran was arrested."

In the end, Sherlock met Li Mingye in the hospital.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, Sherlock had no choice but to find out that when he heard that this woman finally got rid of herself and put herself in the hospital, the anger caused by being calculated in her heart was different from having to tell Mycroft The anger that had arisen from bowing the head disappeared immediately, and a feeling that should be called "worried" followed.This had to make Sherlock feel very puzzled, and finally decided to clean up these emotions first, and then put them in his memory palace for sorting out.

After forcibly dealing with his emotions, Sherlock finally saw Li Mingye again.

The woman had already taken off her disguise and was lying on the mobile hospital bed, revealing an almost pale face—closed fracture was fine, and the severe pain of an open fracture caused by QIANG's injury can be imagined.After seeing Sherlock, she only had time to give him a hasty smile before being pushed into the operating room.

The sister of a high-ranking Chinese official was attacked by QIANG—this kind of thing cannot be hidden at all.Li Weiwei, who was far away in China, seemed to be very authoritative in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs at the moment, so the officials sent by the embassy rushed to the hospital as soon as they got the news, and pulled Mycroft away in an instant.

After everyone left, only Sherlock stood quietly in the corridor outside the operating room.

The cold white light fell from overhead, and Sherlock's thin and tall figure stood like a pillar in the aisle.He just stood here, that out of place posture was so lonely, as if he insisted on not connecting with anything around him.

He doesn't look like a person at the moment, he seems to be just a statue, because he was put here by someone, so he stays here safely.Not a hint of emotion leaked from him, not even his usual arrogance.

But he was standing here all the time, without any intention of moving.

After dismissing the embassy officials, Mycroft pushed open the corridor door and walked in, seeing Sherlock like this at a glance.Holmes, who was in a high position, opened his eyes slightly, and felt his heart sink a little.

What he least wanted to see was happening right now.

This younger brother has closed all his emotional systems since an extremely unpleasant incident happened.This was what Mycroft had seen of Sherlock ever since.

No matter how much you laugh and scold Qiqing, you can casually let go of it—except for a trace of fetters to your family and enthusiasm for the unknown, Sherlock is as clean as a crystal cup with a leaky bottom, no matter what the outside world gives him. No matter what color is poured in, his transparent and hard cup will not move in the slightest.

Sherlock loses all perception of external emotions.He seems to understand the emotions of others, but in fact what he understands are other hormones such as dopamine, norepinephrine, enkephalin, and insulin, rather than the real cause of these hormones.

Mycroft despaired of this for a while, until he found that his brother had an extra woman beside him.

This woman has a mind that can be called extremely smart and cunning means than an agent, and she is full of mysteries, appearing almost deliberate - she gave Sherlock one puzzle after another, firmly grasping Sherlock's heart. Attention, and lead him on the road of dealing with criminals.

Mycroft would rather his brother be a philosopher or a scientist.

She has old and hot experiences that don't match her age and background, and brings new challenges to Sherlock's brain that has been idle for a long time.For this, Mycroft can even be called grateful to Shirley, and he doesn't even mind Shirley's many doubts anymore.

——Until on a certain Christmas Eve, after Mycroft punctured Shirley's plot, he found the heartfelt emotion from Sherlock's face.

This is the anger at being used, the disappointment at being betrayed and the resentment at being played.For Mycroft, even if three battles happened tomorrow, it wouldn't surprise him any more.

What surprised him even more was that the woman calmed Sherlock like a raging lion so easily, even their mother, Mrs. Holmes, couldn't have done a better job.Only then did Mycroft really appreciate the weight of this woman in his brother's heart.

He clearly saw the sprout of emotion in Sherlock again.

This should not be given by Shirley Lee.This made Mycroft very anxious. He called up the monitoring of Shirley Lee playing "Morgana" in the morning. The careful Mycroft saw the momentary shock and shock on his younger brother's face. Confused, and Shirley Lee, as the initiator of the intimate behavior, she is not shy, open and natural with clear eyes.

This woman's gender identity disorder has never been cured, and the "he" in her heart is naturally impossible to give Sherlock any emotional response in this regard!

Mycroft didn't want to see his brother's heart broken, or shut down for the second time.

And Sherlock is obviously already tempted.Having to turn to the person he hated most (Mycroft thought reluctantly) for help after being taken advantage of, a failure that would normally be a shame for Sherlock, was not worth worrying about this woman.Now that woman doesn't need to comfort Sherlock herself, her silly brother has automatically forgiven her!

Countless plans flashed through Mycroft's mind in an instant, and the ultimate goal of each one was to quietly eliminate Shirley Lee's threat.But no matter how many thoughts he had, he could only turn into a sigh when he looked at his stubbornly waiting brother.

Sherlock's temptation, I'm afraid, except for himself, that is, Shirley doesn't know.Even Lestrade and Grayson can see it—all people with normal emotional intelligence may be able to see that subtle difference!

Forget it.

thought Mycroft.

At least she is kind.

The "kind" Li Mingye was moved to a single ward furnished by MI6 while under anesthesia after the operation.The consequence of brachial plexus anesthesia (anti-harmony) and intravenous anesthesia (anti-harmony) drunkenness is that she woke up with a plaster cast, and the surroundings were pitch black. She was lying on the hospital bed, and Sherlock was sitting next to him alone. fiddling with his phone on the couch.

The failure of intravenous anesthesia (anti-harmony) drunk is a very special experience.It's like suddenly waking up a person from a dreamless sleep, but the person who wakes up has no feeling of sleep at all, and the brain wakes up extremely fast.And the ensuing severe pain and cold exhaustion caused by blood loss poured into her brain again, and she immediately found that she was not used an analgesic pump, and she couldn't help being a little surprised.

To be honest, this is quite unusual for Mycroft. Putting a little anesthetic or Valium in the analgesic pump, even within the prescribed range, is enough to have an impact on her brain—— Even if she thinks she has enough willpower, it's only natural that people can't resist the medicine.

At this moment, Sherlock snorted coldly in the surrounding darkness: "Shirley Lee, I remember I warned you - as a woman with the most basic difference in physical strength from men, she is still in her period You should not indulge your urges for violence in the midst of the fatigue and abdominal pain caused by it.”

All information has been obtained from Lestrade and Gleeson.Sherlock has seen the photos of the scene, the photos of Mitch Douglas's body and the autopsy report, and he easily deduced the cause and effect of Shirley's injury.

Shirley somehow convinced Moran and Douglas that she would be treated soberly and transferred.And this cunning and ferocious woman quickly strangled Douglas's neck with the chain part of the handcuffs when Douglas unfastened one end of the handcuffs that went around the sofa post for her, and blocked Moran who hurriedly took out his penis.

Moran's gun has been modified, and the kinetic energy of the bullet is much less than other guns, which leads to the higher lethality of Moran's gun in a close-range environment-his bullets must stay in the enemy's body. Inside the body, the enemy's flesh is torn apart through kinetic energy rolling and cavity effects, instead of being at a loss for an easily penetrating and alive enemy like others.

They confronted each other for a while, then the conversation fell apart and Moran fired.

It was so close, however, that Moran's bullet hit Douglas in the ribs, successfully breaking Douglas' bones and creating a cavity in poor Shield's left lung, filled with beautifully shaped broken bones.Because of the different densities of muscles, bones, and viscera, the bullet still pierced through the back of the shield after being twisted at a certain angle, and was successfully nailed to Xue Li's left upper arm bone.

That's all there is to conflict.

Li Mingye let out a "huh", and there were bursts of cold pain in his blood-losing left upper arm, but it was still within the tolerance range.She sighed: "Mr. Moran is not a person who likes to admit defeat. I hope the prison can teach him this fine quality."

In fact, Moran was listening to the movement outside at that time, and looked at the woman who was hiding all her parts behind Douglas, who was struggling desperately but gradually fell into a suffocating coma.He seemed unable to accept his failure for a while, but finally he was relieved, and instead smiled a little relaxedly: "My little witch, since you are going back to that big meddling detective soon...then I hope you Can you remember me, at least keep a memory?"

Then he shoots.

Li Mingye was speechless for this kind of mentally ill behavior, so he simply brushed it off with ease.

"How is my recording pen?" Li Mingye threw Moran aside, adjusted his posture, and asked casually.

Sherlock frowned: "That's not a voice recorder, but the latest miniature video recorder developed by MI6. It's overkill for you to put it there for recording." The oblate video recorder, no more than a centimeter in diameter, was clipped to the metal clasp of her bra, which was perfectly concealed by her front-button bra.When she took off all her clothes and changed into her surgical gown before entering the operating room, she suddenly untied a video recorder from the button of her bra, and the doctors and nurses at that time were stunned.

Speaking of this, Sherlock said: "The video recorder was taken away by Mycroft's people." A trace of dissatisfaction appeared on his face: "This time, in order to save you, I was forced to promise three things to Mycroft. thing."

"Oh, thank you, I can roughly guess what it is." Li Mingye turned pale because of the pain in her arm, she answered absent-mindedly and then fell into silence.After a while, she couldn't help but said eagerly: "I want to smoke."

Sherlock said indifferently: "You are dreaming."

"My God, Sherlock! I am the one who dispelled the dark clouds hanging over the heads of countless aristocratic children in the West End of London. I can be called an unsung hero in London. I should be rewarded far more than a cigarette." Li Ming Ye Ye yelled in a bad temper, the pain and the irritability of a woman's menstrual period made her frown, but because of her lack of energy, even though she tried her best to express her dissatisfaction, her voice was still not loud.

Sherlock walked to the door and turned on the light in the ward with a "snap". He looked back at the ward, with a mocking smile on his face: "Then, our unsung hero—this room is also ranked among the best in London. The top-ranked first-class ward is a compliment for you."

This is indeed a high-class ward, obviously belonging to a noble private hospital, otherwise the decoration of the ward would not look like a private house.The decoration is based on warm warm yellow and soft orange and green. The layout of two bedrooms and one living room can only tell that it is a ward by the bell and drip stand on the head of the bed.Li Mingye even sharply saw a 42-inch LCD TV and a home theater outside.There is also a wall-mounted TV in front of the soft big bed where I am lying, and there is even a bouquet of flowers on the bedside table.

Li Mingye was silent for a moment, but still stubbornly stretched out his right hand to Sherlock, his tight lips showed that he would not waver.

Sherlock snorted: "Your right vein is injecting drugs such as cephalosporin and bone peptide, if you are not blind."

"Sherlock, you really have a heart of stone." Li Mingye sighed.

"Thank you for the compliment." Sherlock said unwaveringly.At the same time, he wondered about the little pleasure in his heart-what triggered the secretion of dopamine?He thought about it for a moment, and attributed the reason to Shirley's embarrassment, and his pleasure was caused by seeing the culprit's frown after being used just now.

This should be the reason, because nothing else happened in these few hours.he thinks.

The author has something to say:

Thanks for aging five mines

Thanks Zifei for mine

Thanks Iris for mine

The large-scale layout of the original work is finally over

The goal of the original work was to eradicate Moran through Mycroft from the beginning, and other methods either took too long or were too difficult.A bunch of clues and hints have been left until now and finally all of them are used.

In the original book, Fu and Juan Fu’s reasoning about the "Molan Fraud" was just to paralyze the monitoring agents (Mai Ge couldn’t keep an eye on the monitoring by himself), and then they started joking to whitewash the peace.The next day Yuan Zhufu sent Juanfu away, just to give Moran an opportunity

Moran would definitely attack, and he also stood at a certain height, so he knew Brother Holmes well, and he immediately arranged for his men to take action as soon as he was targeted.

Moran is a smart guy, but the original Fu is just smarter.

The smooth layout of this game is mainly because the original book Fuyou calculated mentally and unintentionally, and then he could count Brother Mai.But Mai Ge doesn't care, in tomorrow's update, Mai Ge will fight back

Forecast in advance that the original work will be deflated tomorrow. I buried a nail in the original work at the end of the last update, and the original work is about to stumble.

I really don’t want to analyze it anymore, I finally breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the transitional chapter of this chapter

God knows why I wrote four Sherlock Holmes and two Moriartys in the future? ?