[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

The person who came to pick them up was a female assistant with a sexy and charming figure and appearance. She always had an elegant and friendly smile on her face. Since she got in the car and sat between Sera and Holmes, she had been fumbling with her mobile phone with her head down.Out of politeness, neither of them would take the initiative to peek at the contents of the mobile phone, and Sherlock Holmes was obviously familiar with his mysterious brother's business process. He looked sideways at the passing scenery outside the car window, with a deadpan expression on his face, sitting upright.

Sera began to think about the purpose of the other party's invitation to her.

She had read Watson's blog carefully, and from the phrase "Sherlock is not the only son in the family", she could infer that he had at least one brother or sister.Although there is no other valuable information other than this, since a person like Sherlock Holmes can be raised and he grows up safely, his parents are by no means ordinary people, and it is very likely that his elder brother also belongs to the A rare high IQ genius.Of course, these are all speculations without actual evidence—until today, when Sera saw this battle and the subtle expression change on Sherlock Holmes' face, she was finally sure of it.

Since the consulting detective does not seem to be hostile or disgusted with this brother, nor has he commented on it, it is very likely that Holmes will regard the other party as an opponent rather than just a blood-related family member.From this point of view, it seems that the purpose of inviting her is to test or observe closely. The purpose should be the London consulting detective next to him who is easy to attract murderers and perverts.

Sera didn't ask the female assistant where the destination of their trip was, nor did she inquire about Sherlock Holmes' brother, keeping the car in a leisurely silence.Until the black car drove to a location that Londoners didn't know much about: No. 10 Boulevard.

Judging from the low-key but exquisite appearance, it looks a bit like a secret club where only the dignitaries with taste and power are resident.

"Please." The female assistant said with a smile, and then opened the door first and entered to lead the way for them.

Walking through the luxurious and dignified corridor, when he was about to enter the wide and quiet hall ahead, Sera quietly asked Sherlock Holmes, "Agent? The head of a secret organization? Or some unspeakable right?" Agency spokesperson?"

Sherlock looked straight ahead, and answered bluntly, "Both."

both?Oh, there are not many people in the entire British Empire who can achieve these three positions at the same time.She probably knew who the other party was.

"I'm so sorry for you," Sera said sincerely.

After all, not everyone likes the feeling of having such an older brother hanging over their heads all the time.

"You should worry about yourself first." Sherlock glanced at her, and said in a tone that made people feel that he was full of sarcasm even if it was plain, "I have my own way to deal with him. And your information includes Hidden secrets were delivered to Lestrade's desk the first second he called me, and believe me as much as I hate to admit it, the person you're about to meet is the last person in the world you can't One of the opponents who fooled."

"Secret?" Sera lazily fiddled with the broken hair beside her ears, and a low, hoarse laugh sounded in her chest, which always made people unable to help but hear the comfortable sunshine that was bright but not hot in the afternoon, and she couldn't help but take a short nap "I like this thing... Women are beautiful because of their secrets, and the more mysterious a woman is, the easier it is to attract people."

This sentence sounds a little different.Sherlock pondered for a second, completely unaffected by her temptation, still calm and composed, with calm and sharp eyes.

"You also expected this scene?" He was referring to being invited by his brother to the Diogenes Club.

"No, Mr. Holmes." Sera smiled slightly, "Maybe you know, I googled you, and to tell you the truth, I am a loyal fan of the doctor's blog, and I really like the wonderful and intense adventure stories between you, of course , I'm more interested in you...and some of your theories, they always inspire me in the next episode of the story, and not only that-"

She looked ahead, in such an open and quiet place, she stepped on her high boots, the sound of the soles hitting the floor was extremely soft, and she controlled it very well, neither disturbing other people here nor making herself appear Cowardly and timid.She is an experienced, outstanding and dedicated model, with a demeanor and demeanor far beyond ordinary people, she can easily attract the attention of almost everyone.

She has always known how to maximize her charm, and she knows what kind of people need to be treated in what way.Since Sherlock Holmes liked difficult riddles, she gave him the most challenging ones.

Sierra turned her face slightly, this angle can perfectly reveal her sculptural side face and the lines of eyebrows and eyes, the deep and blurred green pupils, the straight bridge of the nose, the slightly pursed lips and the elongated eyebrows can reveal Unruly in his bones, that kind of beauty that cannot be tolerated by the world, dangerous aggression and aggressiveness are hidden in his eyes, even when he smiles, there is a faint sharp knife light.

A decadent and fierce beauty that both men and women will be attracted to and want to conquer.

So when she said the next sentence, even Sherlock Holmes paused and couldn't help but look back at her.

"I like people like you, Mr. Holmes," she admitted without hesitation, "too smart, lonely, and hard to find opponents... Do you know that people like you can easily attract three similar types."

Sherlock Holmes narrowed his eyes slightly, he had a premonition that there was something in her words, as if she was reminding her of something.

"Murderers, perverts, and—" she smiled, "terrorists."

"So which one are you?" Sherlock asked.

Serra asked him back, "Which do I look more like to you?"

"More like", not "more".I have to say that this word is really intriguing nowadays.

So Sherlock replied unceremoniously, "All of them."

The mouth is really poisonous.She thought to herself, if the person standing here was an ordinary woman, if she suffered such a serious accusation, she might have picked up a glass of water and poured it over to help him wash his face and brush his teeth, right?At least she had had such an impulse no less than three times.

It doesn't look like a person whose EQ can reach a normal value - of course, this is the result of comparing with his IQ.

"Here we are." The female assistant who had been leading the way in front pushed open a door at the end for them and reminded them.

The two walked in, and the female assistant closed the door intimately for them.

Sierra took a look at this room. It was a retro European-style study room. Three walls were occupied by built-in bookcases. It was nearly three meters high. It seemed that the faint fragrance of ink could still be smelled in the space.Behind the historic walnut wood desk with gilt trim sits a person, wearing an elegant and classic three-piece suit, with an elegant and casual posture, casually flipping through a tome of language.He has the traditional demeanor of an old-fashioned gentleman in England. He is not very handsome in appearance, and he is even a dozen pounds heavier than the average person, but that does not detract from his unique style in the slightest.

She guessed that this person should be the owner here, the older brother of Sherlock Holmes who invited her to be a guest here.

"Welcome, Miss Jones, I think you have already guessed my identity before entering this door." The other party closed the book, slowly stood up from the chair, walked to the table, pointed his finger on the table, looked at The two of them raised a very formulaic and polite smile, "So I don't need to add more mystery to this meeting——I am Mycroft Holmes, and I may be one of the few people who really care about the person next to you. One of the three living survivors of this man."

Sherlock, "...have you invented a new way of joking, Mycroft?"

Mike raised his eyebrows, and the standard orthodox British pronunciation began to rise uncontrollably, "I think this sentence represents your greetings to the brother you haven't seen for a long time-although we don't really want to see each other, but In view of the importance of what I have to say next, and Sherlock Holmes' bad habit of never answering my texts - I have had to call on Miss Sierra Jones, and my brother along the way."

Sera raised her eyebrows, with a half-smile: "My honor, Mr. Holmes."

After a pause, she asked sincerely, "With all due respect... are you really the elder brother of Sherlock Holmes? ——Because no matter in terms of character, appearance, way of speaking and dealing with people, you really have nothing to say. Similarities."

——Of course, except for IQ and superior ability.Perhaps they still have some common topics on these two points.

Sherlock, "..." He began to suspect that she was retaliating on his impolite words before.

A charming smile with a little sincerity appeared on Mike's face, "Your reaction is completely different from the reaction I had when I first invited Dr. John Watson to meet. After all, after getting to know Sherlock a little bit, everyone will think that his Brother must also be an impulsive, stupid, extremely low IQ and unreasonable bastard."

Oh what a very insightful and self-aware comment.She began to like the maturity and insight of this mysterious brother.

but……

"Extremely low IQ?" Her tone was slightly raised.

"Undoubtedly, Miss Jones." Mike tapped his fingers on the table regularly, his tone was slow, full of elegance and the arrogance of a superior, obviously all effective remarks that could ridicule and hit his younger brother could be To his incredible delight, "Perhaps you should know that Sherlock Holmes has always been the stupidest one in our family."

The most... stupid?

Sorry, is the "stupid" in his mouth fundamentally different from the word that ordinary people understand?

so what is it?Is it a family that shows superior IQ?

Sera glanced at Sherlock Holmes, who was blocked and speechless, then smiled slightly, and once again accurately stabbed the stupidest person in the family with a fatal knife——

"I really feel sorry for the smartest one," Serra said, tilting her head, with sincere regret in her voice, "because he/she has had to put up with so many boring and childish behaviors of the stupidest goldfish since a long time ago .”

Sherlock, "...that concludes the wonderful speech, ladies and gentlemen, maybe we should talk about the main reason you came to us?"

Mycroft looked at him in surprise, "Isn't it my main purpose all along to win you?"

Sherlock, "..."

Sela laughed out loud.Well, now she fully believed in their blood-thicker family relationship.

The author has something to say: 2VS1, win or lose at a glance.It is worthy of being the BOSS of the nicknamed British Government.