I'm very happy with the skin [Comprehensive]

At night, taking advantage of Sherlock's lack of sleep, Lu Boyan swaggered to occupy his bedroom and drove Sherlock to the sofa outside.

Although he really doesn't like to sleep, being kicked out of the bedroom still makes Sherlock full of resentment.

At six o'clock in the morning, the sound of a violin like a wooden saw came from the living room.

"Sherlock!" Hua opened the door angrily, and with his messy sleeping hair and eyes full of sleepiness, he tried to open his eyes to the maximum and stared at Sherlock. The entrusted case is over."

"What case?" Sherlock asked, putting down his violin.

"On my computer, you just weren't there before, and the materials and client's information are all inside, you can go and see for yourself." After speaking, Watson turned his head and closed the door and fell into the bed, thankful that he was still in his hand a second before falling asleep. There is something to do for Sherlock, otherwise there will be no peace all morning.

Lu Boyan, who was sleeping soundly with earplugs on the other side, did not expect that it was because of Watson's actions that the time for his exoneration was postponed again.

"He went out?" Lu Boyan woke up and looked at the empty living room and the embarrassed Watson, only wanting to find Sherlock grabbing his collar and punching him twice.

"He should have gone to deal with the case." Watson told Lu Boyan what happened in the morning, so guilty that he didn't dare to look him in the eyes.

"So yesterday he promised to find evidence for me, is he lying to me?" Lu Boyan smiled, feeling mmp in his heart.

"He didn't do it on purpose, he probably just forgot because he was too excited." Watson explained that he didn't even believe it.A person with a high IQ like Sherlock who has a memory palace will never forget what he promised.

As for why he left on purpose, Watson could guess one thing - he didn't want Lu Boyan to leave so early.

"Hmph." Lu Boyan snorted coldly, full of dissatisfaction with Sherlock.

"Why don't I go look for him and tell him." Watson didn't dare to stay under Lu Boyan's nose, fearing that he would cause trouble for him on impulse, so he rushed outside with his clothes.

Lu Boyan, who was wanted and couldn't go out to do nothing, was paralyzed on the sofa and was so bored that his soul went out of his body.

In the silence, a red dot appeared on Lu Boyan's forehead.

Lu Boyan sat up straight, completely unable to see the decadent look just now, and looked at the apartment across the building with clear eyes.

In the opposite apartment, the sniper with the gun left a drop of cold sweat on his temples. He vaguely felt that Lu Boyan could see him, and his gaze was like a sharp knife cutting his body piece by piece.

It is rare for a sniper who has experienced many battles to feel his hand holding the gun tremble uncontrollably.As a sniper, he has never been in such a situation since he was able to go out on a mission alone. A good sniper, apart from his eyesight, is the most important thing is his hands that don't shake.

Phew—a faint muffled sound resounded.

A blood hole appeared on the sniper's forehead, and there was no major movement. He fell back on the ground and never got up again.

The red spot on Lu Boyan's forehead disappeared. He reached out and touched his forehead, as if he knew something, stood up and walked downstairs.

A black car without a license plate was parked at the gate of 221B Baker Street.Seeing Lu Boyan getting down, the person in the driver's seat got out of the car and opened the door for him. The window pasted with special window film blocked the interior of the car.Lu Boyan sat in without hesitation.

The vehicle moved slowly.

"Albert Lublake, right?" The man sitting in the carriage said casually, playing with the black cane in his hand.

He is tall and should be from a military background, but his slightly protruding belly shows that he has not exercised for a long time, and it should be that he has not done any exercise after retiring from the army.

Lu Boyan leaned back on the seat relaxedly, nodded after hearing the man's words, and looked at the carriage.

They sat in the back compartment, and in front of them, apart from the driver, there was a woman who was constantly working on her mobile phone.The phone ringing from time to time made the man in the back seat a little helpless.

"Anthea, can you wait a while before dealing with things?"

"I also want to take a break, sir." Anthea turned around and said while moving her hands: "But your brother doesn't allow me to take a break, I'm afraid your brother will be sacked in a sack if I'm late Take a beat."

The man was at a loss for words, and he waved his hands in fear to let Anthea continue to work.

Anthea shrugged and turned her head to continue working.

"Mr. Holmes?" Lu Boyan looked at the man with a half-smile, "You and Brother Ling don't look very much alike, oh, I'm wrong, there are still some similarities in the hairline."

The familiar hairline made Lu Boyan think of Draco. Is it common for all British people to have a high hairline?

"Mycroft Holmes." Mycroft introduced himself, "I'm really a little puzzled about your sudden coming to England to stay at your brother's house."

"I don't think Mr. Holmes doesn't know the reason why Sherlock invited (threatened) me to go." Lu Boyan replied with a smile.

From this point of view, it is a younger brother's accusation. It is estimated that countless people have been placed around his younger brother, and they are still playing sloppy with him. Who is fooled?

"Mr. Black disappeared eight years ago. Although few people paid attention to this matter, our British department has heard about the big news that Mr. Tony Stoke was looking for you." Mycroft stared at Lu Boyan's face slightly. The eyes said: "I didn't expect that when you show up now, there will be a big commotion."

"Mr. Holmes is from the Sixth Army, right? You should know better than me what happened." Lu Boyan responded with a slight smile.

If it was just Black from Stoke Industries, he might not know the Sixth Branch of the British Army, but as a Black who has experienced World War II and has been the commander-in-chief, this is just a normal grasp of information about other countries' armed forces.

Not minding that Mycroft's eyes widened slightly, Lu Boyan sat in the car calmly and asked, "Is Mr. Holmes looking for me today as the cabinet of the British Empire or as a brother?"

Mycroft froze for a moment, then laughed, "It doesn't matter what your identity is? I now know that Mr. Black is not malicious, and it's good enough."

The car stopped, and the attendants outside had already stepped forward to open the car door for the two of them. Lu Boyan got out of the car after McCoff and entered the building in front of him.

After checking, through the quiet corridor full of readers, with only the faint sound of flipping books, McCoff led him to a meeting room.

The conference room was dimly lit, and the windows were blocked by heavy curtains, with only a small amount of sunlight passing through the narrow gaps and projecting onto the floor.

McCoff signaled Lu Boyan to sit down opposite him.

Anthea, who had been walking at the end, served a cup of coffee for each of them and retreated quietly.

"Just tell me what you want, Mr. Holmes." Lu Boyan said first, "I think you should know the difference between treating a smart person and a goldfish."

Hearing the word "goldfish", Mycroft felt a little uncomfortable.But it took only a moment for him to adjust the expression on his face.

"I want Mr. Black to do me a favor. In return, I can tell you something about Mr. Stoke and Captain Rogers." Mycroft reached out and took out a sealed bag of files from the drawer, and pushed it to Lu Boyan. in front of.

Lu Boyan glanced at McCoff, then reached out and opened the file.After quickly browsing the information inside, Lu Boyan also learned some information that the system did not collect.

After all, the system only collects some key information, but there is no way to know the secret information that is concealed by the US government without going through their firewall.

Lu Boyan was not surprised that there were MI[-] spies in the United States. This was just a default rule, and there must be American spies in the United Kingdom.But those things that are more secretive and cannot be known will not be obtained by them.

Mycroft's data is only a supplement to the system's data.But I have to say that this information is still useful to Lu Boyan.

"What do you want me to do?" Lu Boyan asked as he put the information back into his file bag.

"Protect Sherlock." Mycroft leaned back and crossed his hands on his lap. "As a relative of Iron Man, I believe you should have some 'high-tech products', and just from our time together, I think you also have some mysteries."

"You know, geniuses and geniuses are always attracted to each other, and lunatics are the same." Mycroft said in a low voice, "Although I don't want to admit it, my brother is indeed such a lunatic with high IQ. I want you to protect him safety."

"Now I have a wanted warrant on me, and I can't even get out the door. How can I protect him?" Lu Boyan said with his arms resting on the armrest of the chair, with an innocent face.

"This matter will end soon." Mycroft said calmly, his calm tone made it clear that what he said would definitely come true.

"Okay, there is one more thing, I hope Mr. Holmes can help me solve it." Lu Boyan said with a smile.

"What's the matter?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows curiously.

"I'm out of money."

By the time they returned to Baker Street, Sherlock and Watson were already in the apartment.

When Sherlock, who was sitting on the chair, saw the returning Lu Boyan humming a ditty and walked up step by step, he said firmly, "You went to see Mycroft."

"Yes, your brother still loves you very much." Lu Boyan curled up on the sofa without moving.

"What do you want?" Sherlock asked while reading the newspaper.

"It's nothing, just let me protect you." Lu Boyan didn't mean to keep it a secret at all, and Sherlock said it when he asked.

"You? Protect me?" Sherlock gave Lu Boyan an unpredictable look, but didn't say much.

"Anyway, your brother gave the money, and the money has been paid and will not be taken back." Lu Boyan took out a black card from his pocket, and gestured to Sherlock triumphantly.

Watson on the side felt the injustice of God.Why are you looking at bear children, the price gap is so big!

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Watson, who felt the injustice of God:! ! !

It doesn't matter, there is not much money, but people can promise each other with their bodies 23333