[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

She once read a fairy tale. In a village, a boy lived with his mother, poor and comfortable, until one day the boy met a devil and fell in love with the devil.

The devil asked the boy to dig out his mother's heart as a dowry.

The boy really did that. He dug out his mother's heart without hesitation, and then ran into the forest where the devil lived overnight.

Perhaps the road was too rough, and one staggered and fell, and the mother's fiery heart fell into the ditch with a thump, and she said, "Son, did you hurt from the fall?"

As soon as the picture turned, she saw a girl who lived in a beautiful village with her dearest parents. She also had a rich and handsome fiancé. She often thought that they would live happily ever after.

But one day, she found out that her fiancé had cheated on her most trusted cousin.

She told her parents about it, and apparently they didn't believe her and blamed her for being suspicious.

later……

Oulos curled up in the bathroom in pain, her face was pale, and her eyes gradually became dull.

Later she learned that his fiancé had a disease and needed a matching heart. The most surprising thing was that her heart could match his.

Her most beloved parents mercilessly dug out her heart and gave it to her fiancé, with happy smiles on their faces.

They held a black thing and said to her: "Son, it's okay, you can use this heart in the future, the new one is still made of stainless steel."

She will survive...if she still has a little hope for this world, or if this world has a little kindness for her.

If his fiancé hadn't taken off her oxygen mask while she was groggy, if...she wasn't mother's child...she could have survived.

(XX years ago, XX News Evening News, a couple had a son who was abducted by human traffickers when he was eight years old. In desperation, they had a new child, so they dedicated all their love to this child, and also It was their daughter. I thought it would be impossible to see my child again in this life, but I didn't expect... When we met again, their son and daughter became a fiancé couple. They felt angry and at a loss. Later, the boy was found Suffering from heart failure, and the girl is the only one who can be matched successfully, they abandon the girl for the sake of their son. (The patriarchal atmosphere in rural areas is more serious.)

In the end the boy married a distant cousin - and lived happily ever after. ) (Fat: The above is purely fictitious, dear friends, you have to believe that the world is still beautiful~)

Olos wobbled up from the ground, looked at herself in the mirror, with thick dark circles under her eyes, and dark hair scattered on her shoulders like seaweed, like a lunatic.

Watson poured himself a glass of cocoa, then sat down and asked, "Macrof's number, huh?"

Sherlock made a tangled expression and said, "He seems to have encountered something."

"case?"

"Do not."

"Which princess and prince's gossip?"

"No."

"He may have some kind of emotion that he thinks is very stupid, and he can't be sure for the time being."

Watson's eyes widened, and he looked at Sherlock in disbelief: "Are you joking?"

"I mean Mycroft... your brother is in love?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes lying on the sofa.

"Your imagination has always been rich, which I admire. No wonder your blog has been so popular."

Watson justly stated that his blog is very popular, and it is definitely not a matter of imagination.

Olos was sitting on the sofa, drinking a glass of milk, with a duck paw in her hand.

She was wearing a nightgown at home, and she could almost see her shining thighs. Mycroft frowned and sat on the other side.

"Did you sleep well?"

She asked vaguely, wiped her greasy fingers with some embarrassment, and smiled comfortably.

"not bad."

"You got up early."

Ouluo replied indifferently: "It's just that I went to bed early."

McCoff casually picked up a freshly released London tabloid this morning, looked at one of the small sections, smiled, lit a cigarette, and threw the newspaper on the table, looking like he was planning a strategy.

"Smoking early in the morning is bad for your health."

She casually took out a plate of fried eggs and a cup of hot milk.

McCoff hesitated for a few seconds before putting out the cigarette.

He was about to start when he froze suddenly.

He looked at the triangular fried egg and didn't know what to say for a while.

"You did this?"

"Ah."

He smiled stiffly, and praised: "Very nice triangle."

"That's Superman's underwear."

"……Uh."

"I know what you're thinking."

"You must find it ugly."

"very disgusting?"

Mycroft frowned and said, "No matter what shape it is, it's just a composite of ovalbumin and ovalbumin."

"Nothing gross."

Olos shrugged, not caring about his excuses.

Delicious pasta has always been Watson's favorite. If Mrs. Hudson could make him another cup of tea, Watson thought his life would be perfect.

In the morning, there is no Liz crying, no entrustment, a short but beautiful rest time.

Sherlock stood by the window and played the violin, stopping to write the score from time to time.

A barbie doll with wings (remote control sensory fairy) flew in from the window.

Watson stared blankly at it flying around in the center of the living room, a pair of small wings buzzing.

"What the hell is this?"

Barbie suddenly sang a song... "Pleasant Goat, Beautiful Goat, Lazy Goat... Don't look at me, I'm just a sheep..."

Feixian Barbie landed steadily on a small coffee table.

"Oh, have you seen my bear, Sherlock?"

Sherlock looked at this "unidentified object" vigilantly, frowning slightly.

"who are you?"

"I'm a Barbie doll."

"I mean... what on earth are you trying to do?"

Sherlock looked at it defensively with obvious impatience on his face.

"Oh, I understand what you mean. Just say hello, hello, hello—" Barbie kept repeating the word "hello" like a tape recorder, which made people feel inexplicably flustered.

"I brought you a present, present, present—" and then started giggling.

Watson: "What gift?"

"Crack." Sherlock threw the Barbie doll to the ground and broke into pieces. Something similar to a digital watch appeared. The numbers on it, five, four, three... were bombs.

Watson quickly dragged the motionless Sherlock to hide behind the sofa.

"Bang~."

"Sherlock."

"Be at ease, Watson—.'

Watson jumped furiously, directly pressed Sherlock to the ground, and roared: "Don't worry, it's a bomb—"

"Bang~."

Nothing happened....

After the number on the electron reaches one, it will not move.

Watson looked at it hesitantly and said, "Is it broken?"

"I told you it was just a prank."

Without hesitation, Sherlock trampled the little electronics, and now the remote control senses that Xiao Feixian has completely completed her mission.

Sherlock looked at the stunned Watson with disgust, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "You have been a soldier for so many years, can't you see that this doll can't hold any bomb at all?".

Watson was ashamed, he was speechless by Sherlock's irony.

This thing is normal, of course he can't think that it has any... lethality, but... everything is possible when it appears by the detective's side.

He touched his nose, subconsciously wanting to change the subject.

He sat on the sofa a little far away from the pile of corpses, pretending to be calm and said: "Sherlock, let's talk about who is making such a silly joke."

Sitting upright, Watson took out a notebook and a pen from the back of the sofa, glanced at Sherlock, and waited for his analysis.

He shrugged and asked, "Do you think it could be Moriarty?"

"Come on, Watson, he is dead."

"Who is that?"

Looking at the window, Sherlock said blankly, "She will be our new friend."

"What do you mean?"

"ATTS is the latest Barbie doll on the market. The main feature is based on the six Disney princesses. When the spiral lift is greater than gravity, the object will fly."

"Obviously what we just saw was an improved product."

Sherlock glanced at the fragments on the ground, and continued: "According to our information database, ATTS has not conducted in-depth research on flying Barbie dolls, so it is impossible for what we saw... The only explanation is that a manipulative ability is very Powerful mechanical geniuses operate behind the scenes."

"Then why would she do it?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes and said, "Just like she said, just to say hello."

"You can think of it as an invitation to join us in the game."

Suddenly excited, he picked up the violin and impromptuly played a piece of the Courant dance No. [-] in B minor. His blood seemed to be churning, and the light in his eyes was getting bigger and bigger, like a hunter who had been lurking for a long time. As soon as the prey appears, he can shoot it instantly.

After a song, it is melodious.

"Being sought after by people and eventually becoming the focus is the weakness of geniuses. They just need an audience."

"Watson, we need a bottle of champagne to celebrate."

The author has something to say: Thank you Qingyan curling up to Yuelian~jun~ for mine~?(//?Д/?/)?, la la la