[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

A woman in a Chinese cheongsam was sitting on a table in a bar, drunk, with deafening electronic sounds in her ears. Her body was constantly twisting with the music. After a while, she ran to the dance floor and started holding a glass. Dance.

"Throw away the computer, throw away the jacket, throw away the backpack, and throw away the nagging..."

Olos' voice is incompatible with the music in this bar, and the strange decoration is even more unconventional.

Watson received a text message from Mycroft and was asked to go to the bar to pick up Olos. Looking at his phone, he obviously knew that this was not a good job.

He can already feel the malice between these brothers and sisters~

"Olos."

Watson nodded apologetically to the people around him, and when he looked up, he could see a brightly dressed...foreign girl in a Chinese cheongsam, looking...nondescript.

He quickly put away his depression, God knows where she got such clothes.

He walked over and grabbed Olos' hand to go back.

"pain--"

Watson sniffed, embarrassed to let her go.So he calmed down and said earnestly, "You've been drinking, I'll take you back first."

Oulos stood staggeringly, with a reddish face, she frowned and shouted: "Who are you? Why should I go with you?"

"I am John Watson, a friend of your brother's."

Oulos frowned, as if she had thought about it for a while, she stroked her chin, still looking a little confused.

"Watson?"

"Ah."

Her voice was completely immersed in a sluggish nasal voice.

"Who is Watson?"

Watson wanted to cry when he heard people say that~

"I'm Rapunzel...."

Watson knew that he really didn't need to spend time or argue with a drunk little girl, so he took her directly into the car.

Dizzy, she tugged on Watson's sleeve and asked, "Where is this going?"

"Baker Street."

She frowned, puffed her mouth, and looked unhappy: "I'm going to London Bridge."

"Go back first."

Oulos patted the car window resolutely, as if she was about to jump out.

"I'm going to London Bridge to blow air."

Watson looked at her fascinated look.

Well~ arguing with the person surnamed Holmes, Watson is always the one who compromises.

At this time, the weather in London is fine, but there are not many people on the road.

"Olos, we'll go back later."

As soon as Oluos got out of the car, she ran to the trash can and shouted, "Oh, my God, isn't this Sherlock?"

"How did you get as fat as Mycroft?"

Watson pursed his lips, and couldn't help but watch Olos talking to himself while holding the trash can alone.

"Is she okay?" - Mycroft

Watson looked at the text message he had just received, and then at Oulos, who was sitting on the ground, holding the trash can and vomiting wildly. He couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

Then he saw Olos vomit her so-called "Sherlock" all over her face, as disgusting as she could be, and he smiled apologetically at those passers-by.

"She didn't look very well, we were at London Bridge, she was drunk, insisted on blowing, and threw up all over Sherlock."

——Watson

"Is Sherlock here?"

-- Mycroft

"Mistaked by her as Sherlock's - Trash Can"

——Watson

"Maybe we need a few seconds of silence for it, but I have a meeting."

-- Mycroft

"Trust me, you just simply don't want to do it."

——Watson

"You sound like Sherlock. But yes."

-- Mycroft

Here Watson was chatting vigorously with Mycroft, and now Olos had climbed to the top of the bridge. As soon as Watson raised his head, he realized in an instant that he was done.

"I think you should come to London Bridge quickly, if you can before Olos jumps off..."

——Watson

Mycroft was sitting on a chair in the office. As soon as he saw the message, he stood up with a "snap~", as if a coolness slowly invaded his body from his fingertips.

He cursed under his breath, "Damn it."

Watson really felt that he—maybe it was because he didn't sleep well last night, although he really didn't like a drunk.

"I really want to know your recent situation. I heard people say, why don't you tell me, after that period of regret..."

He looked worriedly at Oulos on the bridge, wearing a cheongsam and holding a shawl in his hand, standing in a corner singing leisurely.

It's a pity that he really doesn't understand which country it is from...

(He covered his face, Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't study hard)

"Honey, how are you doing lately..."

"Although the relationship is no longer the same, how can you just stop it if you care about it..."

"..."

A lot of people gathered on the bridge, and a police car drove here. They stood under the bridge and looked at the girl, trying to persuade her, but this girl seemed to be living in her own world, unable to hear the sound outside.

"Olos, come down."

A steady voice caught Watson's attention. He watched Mycroft step aside and walked under the bridge. He looked a little out of breath, obviously he came in a hurry.

The people under the bridge are getting bigger and bigger.

Oulos screamed and told them not to come up.

"Olos, come down."

She seemed to have heard Mycroft's voice. She followed the sound and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Come down."

"I'm just blowing the air."

She suddenly seemed to remember something again, and Chao Mycroft said: "My long hair is gone."

Standing on tiptoe, she stretched out half of her body and said, "Without long hair, my prince can't climb up to find me."

The wind on the bridge is so strong that it almost blows her away, and she looks extra thin at this time.

Sherlock didn't know when it came, and climbed up from the other end of the bridge.

Oulos saw him: "Who are you, don't come over, I'll jump if you come over."

Sherlock withdrew one foot hesitantly, the wind blew his coat up, and he shouted, "Come down, Olos."

"who are you?"

"I'm Sherlock."

She murmured, "No, you're not, Sherlock doesn't care about me..."

"I'm Sherlock."

She was almost crying, holding her head, sitting on the bridge with one hand, and said, "My head hurts so much."

Mycroft jumped up and down, almost wanting to grab the little girl and beat her up.

Olos started talking to herself again, singing songs from time to time.

"Inexplicably, I like you, deeply in love with you, there is no reason, no reason..."

Sherlock took a step closer: "Olos, come down."

Olos shrank back, and took a few steps back in fear, but the shoe fell off.

"Oh, my glass slipper."

She made a gesture to fish it, but it was empty, which surprised everyone.

She cried and said: "Sherlock, I'm so lonely... I can't go back, my crystal slipper fell off, and you can't find me."

"Ma'am, do you remember that Cinderella lost a pair of crystal slippers, and the prince found him..."

Under the bridge, a half-grown policeman who didn't know where he came from shouted from below.

Oulos shook her legs, her eyes were red, and her mouth curled up.

"Cinderella's crystal slipper really fit her, so how could it fall?"

"If the prince really loves me, how can he forget me?"

Such a rational analysis makes people wonder whether a genius can care so much about logical issues when he is drunk?

She looked at Sherlock, the wind was blowing his side face, and sang softly: "Do you know that I am waiting for you? If you really care about me, how can you let the endless nights spend with me..."

Then he was stunned by Watson from the other side, and hugged off the bridge, and the cooperation with Sherlock was perfect. (Sherlock is actually the distraction of this rescue.)

After Oulos came back from the bridge, she lay in 221B for a whole day, and Mycroft took one look at her and left.

He very seriously asked Sherlock to take good care of him, he rubbed his forehead, he didn't know what he was thinking, his light-colored eyes couldn't see anything.

Watson felt that he was very sad.

"Sherlock, he's all right."

Sherlock made an exaggerated and strange expression and said, "He's sad."

"Because of Olos?"

"He made a mistake."

"what?"

"He got into a mistake similar to that between you and Mary..."

Sherlock shrugged.

"You know."

Watson looked at Sherlock in surprise, not knowing what words to use to describe the disbelief at this moment.

He said dumbly, "But they are brother and sister."

Sherlock picked up a cup of coffee irritably, but it was already cold, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

"I really don't understand that the so-called social morality has..."

He was about to tell a long speech, but Watson was obviously not willing to listen to it with a sad face, so he changed the subject and said, "Olos is an artificial human."

"what?"

It was so windy that I couldn't hear clearly.

"It is a human specimen produced through scientific experiments. Its physical behavior is basically the same as that of human beings. Except for some defects in the absorption of nutrients, it has inherited the memory of my sister Olos Holmes. Before other problems are exposed, it can be regarded as A success story in human history."

"..."

Sherlock said to himself: "Although the original purpose of scientists may just want to create mutants"

Watson paused, and it took him a long time to recover, before he said blankly, "She's not human!"

It turns out that the development of science and technology in this world has far exceeded... what he can imagine.

But after thinking about it, airplanes can fly in the sky, and humans can move to the moon. What is impossible in the world.

Even if Voldemort suddenly appeared one day, pointed at him, and said he was a Muggle, he would still calmly agree, "Yes, I am a Muggle."

The author has something to say: Thank you Jin Xiaolang for mine~~~~~~

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