[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

The day after Christmas, within a few minutes of returning to her apartment, Sierra received a call from an official, and the official's assistant communicated with her in this way——

"Miss Sierra Jones, I'm sorry to bother you, but my boss thinks it's necessary for you to come over. He has something very important to communicate with you in person-yes, right now. If you have nothing to do, please be sure to Come here, if you have other important matters, I have already solved them all for you. The car that picks you up is waiting downstairs, I wish you a smooth journey."

Sierra looked at the phone that was hung up politely. Although the other party did not reveal her identity, she didn't need to glance at the black car parked on the side of the road outside the window to know who it was.

She thought about it, probably knew the purpose of this meeting, couldn't help but smiled with interest, walked out of the apartment obediently, got into the mysterious black car, and sped away to another destination silently.

Unexpectedly, the driver drove her to a place she had walked out of not long ago.

The familiar scenery flew away from the car window, and soon came to Baker Street, and stopped in front of a black door with the plate number "221B" hanging on it.Serra got out of the car, the driver didn't say a word, just dutifully closed the window, and left again without a sound.

How strange.Sera thought to himself, the walking British government would actually come to this apartment that he always disliked. The reason why Serra must be himself and not another right-hand man is actually very simple: Sherlock Holmes once told her that the little clerk in the "last position" in the government could not stand the crooked door knocker of 221B, and would correct it by himself every time, so that people could tell it was wrong at a glance. Here he comes, it's obvious OCD.

And at this moment, the door knocker, which has always been tilted to the side intentionally or unintentionally, is now hanging squarely, which is the perfect angle for all the obsessive-compulsive disorder people to see to breathe a sigh of relief from the bottom of their hearts.

She believed that the other party clearly knew that she had spent the night here yesterday, and coincidentally waited until she got home before calling to pick her up here. Such oblique ways can be classified as a consistent tradition of the Holmes family.

Sierra knocked on the door, and it was Mrs. Hudson who greeted her. The old lady didn't show much surprise to the actress who had just left an hour ago and now returned again, and still greeted her warmly. By the way Enthusiastically telling her the fact that that nasty big Sherlock Holmes is at it again.

Sera comforted the old lady who was obviously more partial to Holmes, and then went upstairs. As soon as she opened the door, she was stunned by the extremely dignified atmosphere in the room.

On a cloudy day, the room was dark with no lights on.At first glance, she could only vaguely see a person sitting on the single sofa with her back facing her, revealing a section of curly and fluffy hair.And the elder brother of the owner of the house, the mysterious humanoid British government, is leaning on the small black umbrella that he never leaves his body, with one toe propped up, and one hand on the black umbrella, staring at him with a very serious face. The sofa facing the window and the person on the sofa.If someone who didn't know broke in, I'm afraid it would be easy to think that this was a conflict scene where enemies met each other with jealousy.

Of course, there are conflicts, and the word "enemy" is not abrupt.At least for that little Sherlock Holmes, this chubby member of the three-piece suit who can't leave his body, his own brother, has always been the one he regards as his opponent.

And Sela's intrusion apparently inadvertently broke the stagnant atmosphere.The person sitting on the sofa didn't move, but the person in the middle of the room looked back at her.

"Ah, welcome, Miss Jones, you are just in time." Mycroft Holmes straightened up, his expression softened, and he said in a slow tone, "Before we start chatting, I think I need to ask You say thank you - thank you for watching and being with my little brother last night and all this time, he looks happier than ever, although he still hasn't grown up and matured -"

As soon as Mycroft opened his mouth, he taunted the nirvana, successfully making the curly hair on Sherlock's head move slightly.

Serra took off her coat, walked to the window, and stood side by side with Sherlock's sofa.She glanced down, then smiled at Mike, pointed out the window, and said, "Sorry, the news is very tight these days, and there are people who follow me with ulterior motives all the time—our time is limited, Mr Holmes."

So, quick to the point—her subtext.

Since she had been clever enough to grasp the meaning of the excursion and brought up the point, Mycroft gladly followed the line—

"Ah yes, stalking--you see, as a detective, I think my brother is already one of the most famous in the business, and I suppose that might have done him some harm in some of his work. Of course, with him In terms of style, it is still within the acceptable range, after all, immature children need the applause and encouragement of adults to have the motivation to continue—"

Mycroft seriously hurt his younger brother, and then changed the topic, "But what I didn't expect was that, apart from showing off his well-regulated crime-solving skills and brains, he would also have a relationship with a scandal one day, and the other party And a rising star in the showbiz—I have to say, I thought he'd keep his secrets better than I thought."

He threatens gracefully, pointing out Selah's injustice of using fame to tie his brother together.The Sherlock Holmes family is all smart people, but they are rarely exposed to the public's attention. Sherlock is the most famous one, not to mention that he is a detective by profession, and the detective itself should not be so famous.He had faced enough dangers.

Sera smiled softly, then turned to look at Sherlock who was wearing pajamas and slippers, leaning lazily by the window, glanced nonchalantly at the paparazzi downstairs who raised his camera, and asked, "What about this?" , what do you think of it, Mr. Holmes?"

There are two Holmes here, but no one will now mistake the one she refers to.

The curly-haired detective sat upright on the sofa, with his legs obediently close together, and his hands placed on his knees. Although his posture looked very formal and rigorous, he was wearing a dark blue satin pajamas, which made him save money instantly. The aura he raised turned into a phantom, at least he had no chance of winning against Mycroft, who was well-dressed and classically dressed in a three-piece suit.

Serra still remembered that the detective was up and dressed when she went out.And when she came back from a drive around London, he didn't know when he changed into his pajamas. He probably wasn't used to showing his more homely side in front of women, but it happened that he was wearing his own during the two most impressive meetings. This capricious fate is surprising.

Hearing that Sera suddenly raised this question at this moment, the detective glanced out of the window calmly, his tone was quick, clean, and quite natural.

"She's using me to force M to show up," Sherlock said without hesitation, and then repeated Mycroft's words meaningfully, but the meaning was completely different, "You know, after all, naive criminals It takes the audience's applause and encouragement to have the motivation to continue."

Sera's eyes glanced at Mr. Detective's clavicle exposed from the collar of his pajamas unconsciously, then slowly moved down to the pair of dark blue fluffy men's slippers on his feet, and stopped.

Perhaps it was because of her lingering eyes for a while, Sherlock couldn't help wiggling his toes, and sat up straighter and calmer.

what is she looking atShouldn't she be paying attention to my face and my voice?Why did her eyes fall in that place?What's her quirk about feet?Or had she seen such slippers somewhere? ——That's impossible, these shoes were remodeled after Persian slippers and made into the most suitable pair for his size, a unique Sherlock Holmes version.Or was she distracting Mycroft? ——Of course, it is more likely that she is trying to alleviate the symptoms of androphobia on him, because between the two men in the room, she is obviously more focused on herself.

In just two seconds, the above thoughts flashed through Sherlock Holmes' mind, and then he heard Mycroft's half-smiling voice.

"Of course, the thrill of the chase, the curiosity, the excitement, the applause - the few things you have in common, you and him, don't you?" Mycroft raised an eyebrow. "It's hard to admit, but I have to say, Indeed, you will have at least fifty ways to avoid becoming overly famous, and the only explanation is: Sherlock, you did it on purpose."

Deliberately cooperating with Sera, although they have not cooperated before, and the two have never made it clear, but they have completed the plan together quite tacitly.How else can you save worry when working with smart people?Sherlock Holmes was probably the smartest and most uniquely styled one she had ever met, even though he was the dumbest and most immature family member in his brother's eyes.

"Obviously, his target is me, not this..." Sherlock paused when mentioning Sera, and then skipped her name, "—the gossip maker. He only It was just to get close to me, and there is no doubt that Miss Chloe who killed the real professional 'Spiderman' is just a pawn of his."

After Sherlock finished speaking, Sera paused, slowly raised his head, and stared at him.Coincidentally, Sherlock also turned his face slightly, and those eyes with heterochromia iris were staring at her. There was no superfluous look on his face, but his eyes seemed to have penetrating power, able to instantly penetrate into people's thoughts and souls.

He said it very skillfully.He was referring to the murderer who killed the sky worker, not the man who killed Hank the leading man.This makes it impossible to figure out what the real judgment in his heart is.

This is the quick but thought-provoking conclusion, but after staring at him for a moment, Sera suddenly smiled.

really interesting.She thought to herself, although it seems that he behaves his own way and despises the laws and rules, and has never looked down on the slow and rigid way of handling cases of the police. To outsiders, he is the most vivid spokesperson of deviant, but once people who are familiar with him know that this guy has his own secrets. A line of justice.And he is very protective, he will protect those who are targeted or recognized by Sherlock Holmes to a certain extent, even if what those people have done is not so open and aboveboard, or even crossed the line.

Although Sera didn't know for a moment whether he treated her as an acquaintance, or if he found out the real reason for the murder.

That's what a good Facebook fan looks like.Serra rolled her eyes.Sherlock, on the other hand, turned his gaze away and said in a flat tone, "I'm just letting him out. Relax, Mycroft, you look like a fat squirrel that's so nervous it's starting to shake."

Self-contained sarcasm is probably the innate skill of the Holmes family.

Big Holmes choked and snorted softly. Although he didn't look at Sera, it sounded like he was warning her, "As far as I know, that person is not someone who would be easily fooled by this. Do you think You can get help, can't he?"

help?Is there a sponsor on top of that mysterious investor?From this tone, Mycroft seems to know more news?

Sherlock squinted at Mycroft for a few seconds, and Mycroft returned his gaze calmly, as if he had no intention of giving his brother any clearer information.

All right.Sherlock stood up, straightened the neckline of his pajamas, turned towards Sera with a very serious face, and glanced at Mycroft, the meaning in his eyes was clearly expressed: Look, you forced me to do this .

The British government suddenly had an extremely bad premonition, and this premonition became a reality in the next second——

In the dark room, by the open window, Detective Curly looked at Sera, and suddenly knelt down on one knee unexpectedly. He didn't seem to notice the sudden flashes of white light downstairs. He just raised his head Come on, look at Sera with fixed eyes expressionlessly, and speak plainly.

"Rang, you're stepping on my carpet."

Sera was silent for a few seconds, then took two steps back silently, looked at him with a look that was extremely speechless and even half a smile, then turned her head to look at Mycroft in the middle of the room.

Sherlock's elder brother was looking at the two by the window with an expression that was almost shattered. One stood silently, and the other knelt on one knee.One watched the show, while the other showed him a big Sherlock Holmes smirk, his eyes clearly said: I heard you don't like trouble?Look, here comes the big trouble that you like to hear, and I'll leave it to you next.

Mycroft thought on his toes and knew what horrible news would appear in tomorrow's papers after this astonishing kneeling.And it would absolutely kill all the headlines in newspapers and social media—

Of course, the biggest trouble ahead is not explaining Sherlock Holmes' "marriage proposal" like those annoying media, but... how to explain to their common parents that this is just an unconventional means to solve the case and not like the tabloids said So sensational!

The elder brother couldn't help covering his forehead, he was really worried about his younger brother's unreasonable behavior.

The author has something to say: Serra: Jean, you scare me.

Continue to code, and the flag that I set up is crying and I have to lift it up.