[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

London, England.

On a certain day before Sherlock Holmes received a text message from "she", before Mycroft Holmes successfully hunted her down—

Bored, the consulting detective agreed to his family's invitation to spend Easter with them.Although the detective had thought about the various problems he would face before, when this moment really came, he found that he still overestimated his resistance to the "gossip" of his family——

Dad is cooking eggs in the kitchen, while Mom is tinkering with paint for eggs, and Mycroft is leisurely flipping through today's newspaper.But obviously the only queen in this family will not let her two sons go easily, she asked seriously while stirring the dye——

"Sherlock, where's the girl you proposed to?"

Mycroft pricked up his ears, remained calm, his expression still lazy and relaxed.

The curly-haired detective who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and flipping through text messages from time to time paused, his tone unchanged, "I explained it a long time ago—about this marriage proposal..."

"Oh, I know, I know, it's a plan of yours to solve the case." Mom interrupted him mercilessly, and then asked, "I mean, where's the girl?—Since you chose her as your plan As a part of her, she must have something extraordinary that cannot be ignored..."

Mycroft couldn't help laughing, full of schadenfreude, "Oh. That's... absolutely impossible to ignore."

After all, that one has fooled more than two Sherlock Holmes.It can be called an outstanding feat, unprecedented in history.

Sherlock glanced at Mycroft, who had a smile on his lips, and said flatly, "She was scared away by Mike, and she hasn't come back yet."

Brother froze with a smile, "..."

My mother glared at Mycroft immediately, and complained to my wife in the kitchen tiredly, "I didn't expect Sherlock to find someone willing to live with him in this life, I don't care if it's a man or a woman." Mind, as long as it's a living thing that can talk... You don't know how happy I was to read in the paper that he'd proposed to a pretty girl, thinking maybe my grandson's got--"

The two brothers tacitly kept an enigmatic silence.

Listening to their mother continue to babble and say, "The result? None of you let me worry, and finally a girl is willing to accept Sherlock's courtship, and the result is all up to you——Mike! It's all up to you Damn it! I should have known that you were jealous, and I shouldn't have let you stay in the same country, or even the same continent, so as not to harm each other..."

Mycroft rubbed his forehead with a headache, "Mom! The 'beautiful girl' Sherlock proposed to marry is not someone who is willing to live a peaceful life with him... Besides, do you think Sherlock is a husband suitable for living? "

He tried to make his mother understand that he was not responsible for all this, but the mother, who was full of resentment for her daughter-in-law's flight, became more confident, "At least she didn't cry when she saw Sherlock Running home, this is already admirable willpower, do you still expect your brother to have a sweet love for this!"

Mycroft, "..."

The consulting detective who has been unconsciously complained about is sitting on the sidelines, gloating by the way.You must know that he is usually the one to be talked about at home, and Mycroft has always been on the sidelines and fanning the flames, so that now when he sees that Mike has been successfully focused on, it doesn't make him feel ashamed. Feel so comfortable, too carefree.

This situation continued until dinner.The mother of the two brothers still refused to be reconciled, but in the end, under the persuasion of her wife and the deafness of the two sons, she went to wash the dishes angrily, leaving them sitting on the sofa, silent.

At last, Mycroft Holmes, who thought he had a more tolerant mind, was the first to speak and broke the silence.

His first sentence was very purposeful——

Mycroft: "She hasn't contacted you yet?"

Sherlock put his legs together, facing the fireplace, idly looking at the photos on the wall like a thousand times before, and answered his question by the way, "Should I expect her to contact me?"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, meaningfully, "This sounds like a complete complaint."

Sherlock immediately retorted, "I have at least three reasons to refute this sentence, do you want to hear it?"

Mycroft, "Oh, now I'm sure you're lost, my brother. You're probably bored by her leaving, aren't you?—Maybe she really shouldn't have contacted you, because I ——The only elder brother who is willing to really care about you, has been paying close attention to you from the beginning to the end, and it is the wisest choice for her not to contact you."

Sherlock snorted inexplicably.

Mycroft leaned back in the sofa chair and sighed lazily, "And since her, Charlie, no one has ever made you feel like that, and I know what it's like - just It's like a riddle that you can't solve all your life. You are looking forward to the answer and enjoying this long journey of revealing the mystery... She is a book without an end, but Sherlock, you can't turn the last page. "

Sherlock glanced at his brother, "So the reason you're talking so much nonsense today is just a loser whining about letting her go and not being able to catch her?"

Mycroft: "..."

Sherlock continued to hit the nail on the head, "As far as I know, Mycroft, there are only a handful of people who can slip away from you, the bottom-ranking 'little clerk' of the British government. What, the taste of repeated failures Isn’t it bitter? I heard that you even used drugs to get her to plead guilty? ——Hmm...it’s a desperate choice.”

Mycroft coughed, "I think we must admit that we both underestimated her - a woman who can force her physical reactions and habits of thought... Even if it fails, I don't think it's wrong - don't you Were you perfectly misled the first time you saw her? We are each other."

The detective thought for a while, and instead of denying the argument, he brought up another, more probing topic.

Sherlock Holmes: "Do you want to know what she judges of me and you?"

Mycroft pricked up his ears calmly.

Sherlock, "First remove the surveillance cameras in my apartment, the bugs in the cell phones of Mrs. Hudson, Watson, and Watson's wife. There are also private cars with the number abo5cde that always follow me, including The guy who sits downstairs reading the same paper every day from 8 am to 5 pm with a pinched pup...need I go into more detail?"

Mycroft was not surprised that Sherlock found these instructions and arrangements easily from him. He was not ashamed to straighten his bow tie, and said calmly, "I didn't expect these people to do a good job." My own work is not discovered by you."

Sherlock ruthlessly gave the agents a push for their precarious work, "They really should learn how to hide their true purpose."

"Study? Like who?" Mycroft was sharp. "Your ex-fiancée?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "It seems that the deal has collapsed?"

Mycroft immediately took out his mobile phone and sent a concise text message to someone, then put the mobile phone back into his pocket, with an elegant smile on his face, "Okay. Don't worry about it anymore."

Sell ​​mate sold fairly quickly without hesitation.I believe that before Sherlock returns home, all arrangements that make the residents of apartment 221b uncomfortable will be properly resolved.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure you want to hear it?"

Mycroft, "Don't make me regret doing this - though I'm beginning to regret it."

Sherlock looked quite relaxed and happy, he even swung his raised toes in the air, drawing a perfect ellipse, "Well, it seems that you are really worried about this failure, you know Compromise is never in the Sherlock Holmes dictionary."

His brother snorted coldly, "Except for you——that's true."

Sherlock flashed a smug smile, "Interestingly, she complimented me - in the most obvious terms - and you. That's rare, isn't it? Usually, the two of us are compared It ended in a bloody war."

Mycroft tried his best to suppress his curiosity, his expression remained unchanged, "Oh?"

So Sherlock very smoothly and quickly repeated what Serra had said word for word.

About self-control and kindness.About gods and real people.About extreme sanity and moderate sensibility.About walking alone and constantly looking back.About roundness and corners.About the Iceman, and the fire.

What's more interesting is that after Sherlock finished speaking, Mycroft, who has always been extremely smooth and quick to react socially, was unexpectedly silent for a long time. Open your mouth.

"You should be thankful, Sherlock," his brother commented, "your so-called advantages over mine may have saved your life more than once."

Although Sherlock didn't refute, he added, not to be outdone, "And yours."

Mycroft sneered. "Because I'm your brother?"

Sherlock snorted, "Is there any other suitable reason?"

Mycroft "...keep her at arm's length, Charlie. She's not right for you - in every way."

As always, Sherlock didn't listen to his brother's words, "Do you want to be educated by your mother again?"

Mycroft, who was under a heavy shadow, immediately raised his voice without demeanor, "Forget it, I don't care about you! Do whatever you want! Anyway, there will always be someone who will clean up countless messes for you in the end!"

"Do what you say, Mycroft." Sherlock immediately showed a smile of success, and he waited for this sentence from the other party, paving the way for a long time, "I can trust the promise of my only brother, right, Mike Loft?"

The British government, "..." This is his purpose!He knows it!He knows it! !

But in the end, out of the inseparable blood relationship, he still had to say with a blank face, "Same as you, Sherlock. I hope you find her, but I don't want you to find her. This is probably my The most tangled time in my life, I have to admit it."

"Who says it's not." The consulting detective leaned back in his chair and looked at Mycroft. "It seems that she created quite a few 'firsts' in our lives, didn't she?"

The two brothers were silent for a while, ignoring Qiqi and smiling at each other, each other's eyes were full of meaning.

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When it was time to leave in the middle of the night, Mycroft left ahead of time. His mother felt sulking because she hated the detective and couldn't even chase a girl back. Only his father, who always seemed to have no sense of existence in the family and was a good guy, personally sent him to the door. , brought him a coat, but before leaving, he rarely asked a word.

"Does that beautiful girl really exist?"

It seems that the old couple is quite familiar with the favorite routines of the two brothers.

Instead of confronting the question head-on, Sherlock chose another, more clever answer.

"Pretty?..." He considered it for a few seconds, "Maybe?—at least it sounds like most people agree."

His father smiled immediately, his eyes were very gentle, "Now, Sherlock, what face is in your mind? Can it tell you the answers to all your questions?"

Sherlock stopped and looked at his father, with some kind of puzzlement and visitation, as if he wanted to know why he suddenly asked such a question, after all, in his impression, his mother was the most powerful one in charge , the father is more like some kind of appendage and echoer - although it is not very polite, but it is true.

His father said, "Your mother and I always thought that you would live like this in your life-we, your brother, countless cases, the sheriff, your friend Watson, and your landlady ...But unlike your mother, I was always worried about you, worried that you would feel lonely... Yes, Sherlock, you, Mike, your mother, geniuses like you, it is always difficult to find understanding people."

Sherlock was silent for a few seconds, "She has you."

"Ah, that's right." Father smiled, his eyes gradually stained with the warm color of memories, "But you can imagine, what we went through to be together in the first place-it was not like now, finding someone now It's always been easy, but finally being together seems harder than anything."

Sherlock seldom heard his parents talk about these things, so he couldn't help asking a few more questions curiously, "So, why insist?"

His father turned his head to look at his wife who was on the sofa with their backs turned away from them and concentrated on watching TV, and smiled slightly, "Because in this world, some people become mediocre. Meet someone who is as colorful as a rainbow, and from then on you feel that the rest is just a passing cloud. You can never take your eyes off that person, no matter when."

Sherlock was silent for a moment.

"What if that person can never be tamed?" he asked.

His father didn't answer, but instead asked him, "Has the world tamed you, Sherlock?"

The detective paused for a few seconds, "If her existence will hurt other people..."

"Then it will become each other's shackles, Sherlock," the old man smiled, "—of course, all of this is based on the fact that she loves you too."

As soon as this sensitive word was mentioned, Sherlock immediately retorted, with vigilant eyes, "I will not fall in love with anyone. Love is useless."

The old man looked at him, "Are you sure you want to say the same to me?"

Sherlock Holmes was silent again.

"When I was young, I always thought that time was still long, and I could be old in a blink of an eye." His father laughed, "But I can say that I have lived a happy life in this life, and I have found my soul. partner, and have the smartest and most worry-free child in the world. I hope that in many years, you will be like me, even looking back, you will never regret any lost opportunity for hesitation-to You know, this world is so big that it’s easy to get lost, and someone who even you can fall in love with, then she must be very, very special... Such a person is not just a discerning admirer. Are you sure to let her out like this Your life, Sherlock?"

The consulting detective looked up at his father.

"If my mother didn't think you were fine, I would have thought you were being impersonated." His words were always so simple and direct.

The old man who had been used to this for a long time still had a smile on his face, "Thought we wanted to have grandchildren, and we can't expect Mike to realize the dream of two poor old people."

Sherlock looked at him more vigilantly, "You better not count on me."

His father smiled again, "Go ahead, Sherlock. I think the assists tonight should be enough, I always trust you, you can always find the answer to the key questions."

Sherlock was silent for a while, and finally said in a low voice, "Thank you... Dad."

His father replied, "You're welcome. If Mike stops you from bringing her back next time...your mother and I know what to do."

Sherlock, "..."