Rational discussion, who is the stupidest brother [Comprehensive British and American]

Sherlock believes that there is a 90% chance that the call was made by Mycroft, and that the problem is that he stole MI[-] software.

After all, Mycroft is the British government. If someone secretly used the communication software of his intelligence agency, Sherlock believes that the remaining brains of the British government must have been eroded by sugar. And... probably it's time to suggest that the Queen emigrate.

However, the next morning, what appeared in front of Sherlock was not the smiling control freak McCoff he expected, but Watson, who was obviously warm and friendly but forced a murderous smile on his face!

Forced to spend the night in the interrogation room, Sherlock, whose shirt was wrinkled and bloodshot, looked at the man who pushed open the door of the interrogation room and walked in front of him with heavy steps, and the surprise on his face didn't have time to hide.

"Watson?!" Why are you?

Sherlock didn't say the second half of the sentence.

After a fundamental change took place in the relationship with Watson, Sherlock, who used to be able to piss off his anger with just a single mouth, finally learned some skills that a man must have, such as how to Under the frantic alarm of a strong desire to survive, he swallowed some words that should not be said.

However, after living with Sherlock for a long time, Watson inevitably learned some of Sherlock's tricks.

"I was the one who called last night, not Mycroft."

Sherlock didn't say it, but it doesn't mean Watson didn't see it.

While talking, Watson casually took the chair on the other side of the table and placed it opposite Sherlock, then sat down upright, staring at Sherlock expressionlessly.

"You suddenly jumped out in the middle of the night, and I haven't seen you back since then. In order to confirm whether you ran out to visit Gotham at night on a whim, or were killed by a certain criminal warrior in Gotham, I had to call you I made a phone call. In the end, I didn’t expect—”

Watson sneered, and looked Sherlock up and down, focusing on his crumpled shirt and bloodshot eyes.

"How does it feel to live in the interrogation room of the police station? Much more comfortable than a hotel?"

"..."

Intuition and desire to survive tell Sherlock that silence is golden at this time.

Watson was obviously... furious!

"Is there nothing you want to say?"

Sherlock kept silent "obediently", but Watson didn't want to let him go so easily.Watson raised his eyebrows, a bit like Sherlock usually mocked Scotland Yard as a big goldfish tank, and asked:

"Such as the feeling after sleeping in the interrogation room?"

"..."

Sherlock didn't want to answer this question.

"Or—" Watson gritted his teeth: "—do I have the right to know! My boyfriend ran to the police station in the middle of the night without a word of explanation. Why!"

"..."

This Sherlock didn't really want to answer either.

Watson had been worried for the middle of the night, and spent the middle of the night running around for Sherlock who was imprisoned in the police station. Until now, he finally got through all the procedures and was about to pick him up, but Sherlock put on a non-violent and non-cooperative attitude. With a soft resistance attitude, Watson suddenly became angry and went straight to his forehead!

"Sherlock!"

Watson slapped the table with a slap!

Seeing this, Sherlock's immobile facial expression finally changed.He leaned forward slightly, held Watson's hand, and asked:

"Does your hand hurt?"

However, Sherlock in Watson's eyes is like this -

With a flat tone, no waves, and no sincerity in his eyes, coupled with his face that can't find a trace of concern even with a magnifying glass, it's like a textbook-level sarcasm invisibly!

"No pain!"

Watson held Sherlock's hand with his backhand, raised it high, and then fiercely shoved Sherlock's hand towards the table under Sherlock's unsure eyes!

"Does it hurt?"

Watson smiled softly and his eyes were like knives.

pain.

But my gut tells me I have to say it doesn't hurt.

Sherlock was bewildered.

No!

Don’t all the love experiences on the Internet say that you should care about your boyfriend?This plot is wrong!

What "Guide to Love One Hundred Ways" and "Teaching You How to Be a Perfect Boyfriend" are all rubbish!

"Teaching" Sherlock a lesson, seeing a bit of bewilderment and remorse in Sherlock's eyes, Watson couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

I already knew what kind of temperament Sherlock is, and I also knew that this boyfriend must have fallen into his hands, so... just be more tolerant...

Suddenly a knock on the door interrupted Watson's reflections.

After politely knocking on the door three times, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open from the outside to the inside. A man in a suit, leather shoes, and briefcase with "I am an elite" written all over his hair and heels stood outside the door, looking at the interrogation room. After wandering around the room, he found Watson, and said politely:

"Mr. Watson, all the formalities have been completed. Mr. Holmes is free to leave at any time."

"Leave? He's a lawyer? How did you find a lawyer, Watson? It's only seven o'clock in the morning. Could it be Mycroft..."

"To shut up!"

It was fine if Sherlock didn't open his mouth, but when he opened his mouth, Watson started to get angry again, and the little regret just now was thrown into the sky.

"Get out with me first!"

So, under the amazed Mr. Lawyer—obviously he had heard about the famous European consulting detectives—and polite eyes, Sherlock shut up obediently, and obediently left the police station behind Watson. And obediently followed Watson into a black car parked outside the police station.

"Is it really Mycroft?"

Once in the car, Sherlock's mouth seemed to be unsealed.

"The cars are all black, typical Mycroft style!"

Watson tilted his head, his eyes kept on the blond semi-long-haired man who was striding into the Gotham Police Station, and ignored Sherlock.

That blond man always looks familiar...

Sherlock asked twice before he got Watson's attention back.

"It's not Mycroft, he doesn't know you're in the police station yet."

He said.

"Attorney Williams was kindly sponsored by Mr. Orm."

"Aum? Why did you ask him to sponsor you?"

"Wake up, Sherlock! Even if I go out with enough cash to hire a famous barrister, it's impossible to hire a lawyer for you in a few hours in Gotham, where I'm not familiar! It's still reasonable. The lawyer who silenced the Gotham police to get you out!"

Watson, who was exhausted, exhausted, sleepy, and a little frightened, exploded completely.

"Do you know what you have done! You are now a suspect in a murder case! In Gotham!"

Sherlock curled his lips, "It's just a suspect. Soon the paramecium will know that they are all wrong."

"Sherlock!"

Sherlock's disapproving attitude made Watson even more angry. He slapped the leather seat hard and said loudly:

"This is not England! If you cause any trouble with your reckless actions, it will be difficult even for McCauf!"

Watson was so tired that he exploded!

Before pity, why didn't anyone tell him that raising a boyfriend is [-] times more difficult than raising a hundred crying children!

"What if there is an endorsement from the American Super League?"

Sherlock explained to Watson vaguely.

After all, they are domesticated goldfish. Compared with those wild goldfish outside, the difference in treatment is obvious.

"What local superhero?"

Watson narrowed his eyes and immediately asked.His many years of experience with Sherlock told him that this guy still has a lot of things hidden!

"That's—Aquaman, Thor, and Superman."

Due to the fact that Mr. Lawyer is acting as the driver in the front seat, Sherlock only mentioned a few Chaoying names without explaining in detail.

"Superman?"

The first two are not mentioned, but in Watson's mind Superman is "reliable" and "trustworthy".

In the United States, when it comes to public trust, probably only the captain of the Avengers can surpass Superman.

After all, it is a national belief accumulated since the war years, and the captain's position in the hearts of the people will never be surpassed!

But Watson still has a question I want to ask Mr. Boyfriend to clarify——

"You don't seem to have dealt with Superman before? You suddenly met yesterday? You didn't kill Superman, did you?"

It's not that Watson exposed Sherlock's shortcomings, it's that Sherlock has too many criminal records, and Watson doesn't think too much about it.

"To shut up!"

Exposing the short story was too accurate, and Mr. Detective gagged his cohabitant's mouth in anger.

The lawyer who was acting as the driver looked at the road without squinting, and the hands holding the steering wheel did not even shake.For the sake of the employer paying enough money, don't say that he is needed in this situation as nonsense, plus the deaf and dumb will do!

After a few minutes, Sherlock and Watson returned to their sitting postures again. , Sherlock picked a topic at random and asked:

"Where?"

Watson: "New York."

Sherlock: "...I'm not going..."

Watson interrupted him directly, "Mycroft said it."

Sherlock: "Didn't you say that Mycroft didn't know!"

Watson: "I mean, McCoff didn't know you were in the police station, but he knew you were in Gotham! It's already yesterday that you sneaked his special plane to fly to Gotham. Ten hours is enough for him to Check your whereabouts a hundred times!"

Sherlock: "..."

Watson: "Also! You stole MI[-]'s confidential communication line again! People have directly sued Mycroft!"

There is one more thing that Watson didn't say, without McCoff's reminder, how could he have Aum's contact information?

Sherlock: "..."

The group of MI[-] even filed a complaint!

Not childish!

The lawyer who drove silently in the front seat coughed lightly and silently reminded the two behind:

"Because the police's charges have not been fully cleared, Mr. Holmes cannot leave Gotham for the time being."

Watson: "..."

Fine!

Stay in Gotham, stay in Gotham!

He didn't believe that he couldn't stand a Sherlock!

***

At the same time, Wayne Manor, located at the other end of Gotham, was having a "pleasant and warm" family breakfast.

Alfred believes that even a family needs to make necessary emotional connections, and considering the messy life schedule of a family of big bats and birds, a warm and delicious breakfast every morning is obviously the most suitable choice.

Dick and Tim were on duty last night. Bruce, who had a good night's sleep under the influence of Alfred's milk and Clark, was obviously in good spirits and mood in the morning.

The specific performance is that he did not protest against the milk handed by Alfred, but simply gulped it down.

"Last night's night watch, everything is normal?" Bruce asked, wiping the milk stains from his mouth.

Tim put down the milk glass in his hand, looked up at Bruce, and said in a normal tone:

"Normal night patrol, we caught a few small thieves and sent them to the police. Arkham is also very quiet, which is indeed normal."

"..."

Dick gulped down a gulp of milk silently, trying to avoid his father's question.

God, he really doesn't have Tim's good mental quality and eloquence, and he can fool around without changing his face in front of his father!