[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

After waking up the next day, Oulos seemed to have forgotten everything that happened yesterday, and even had no doubts about how he slept in Sherlock's room last night.

As soon as she got out of the room, she went straight to the kitchen and said hello to Sherlock who was sitting on the sofa.

Watson hugged his well-behaved daughter Liz and asked in a kind tone as much as possible: "Oulos, do you remember what happened last night?"

Oulos frowned, as if he was seriously thinking about this problem, calmly and calmly took out a human head and an unknown arm from the refrigerator, and finally took out the innermost jam.

Watson looked at the head on the table with a look of horror, and blinked: "If my eyes didn't deceive me, the head on the table wouldn't be the head of Captain America, right?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"First of all, Oulos opened the refrigerator. Refrigeration is equivalent to creating a low-temperature environment to prolong the decay of the corpse. Microorganisms will still have vitality to carry out activities, and the corpse will still rot. Freezing is to make it in an absolute The low temperature makes the environment almost impossible for microorganisms to survive, so that the corpse will not rot."

"Captain America's head... Assuming the shelf life is three days, its color, smell, and sweetness in the air can all be inferred that this is the head cake that Oulos ordered the day before yesterday."

"If the above is not enough to prove my inference, I suggest you take a bite of it, or call the latest cake shop on Wright Street to ask."

Watson was dumbfounded, has the technology of the current bakery reached this point?

Oulos frowned in dissatisfaction, and complained: "Sherlock, can you not put the dead man's arm with my cake next time?"

"It really affects my appetite."

Sherlock pretended not to hear her complaints, took a book from his side, and looked at Olos from time to time with his light-colored eyes.

She frowned, holding the toast and trying to figure out where to place her mouth.

"I feel like I had a dream, and I can't remember anything when I wake up, and my head hurts."

"Maybe you should have a glass of milk first."

Watson poured her a glass very considerately.

"I want to drink some porridge."

"Porridge?"

"Salted egg and lean pork porridge, I searched online a few days ago."

She pursed her lips, took the milk and sat next to Sherlock, and took his book away.

"The book is upside down, detective."

Sherlock pretended to take out another book and said, "I'm studying the meaning conveyed by the handstand."

Oulos closed her eyes, took a sip of milk, and fell on the sofa, not thinking about the truth or falsehood in his words.

When Watson was making milk for his daughter, he suddenly thought of McCoff, so he and Olos made some suggestions.

"If... I mean if you're free today, I suggest you go and see Mycroft."

Oulos half-closed her eyes, unable to see her attitude.

She turned to look at Sherlock, lowered her head and took another sip of milk.

"Where are you?"

—— Olos

"Work."

-- Mycroft

Mycroft was revising the file when he heard the buzzing of the phone. He saw Olos' text message and his eyes darkened subconsciously with some resistance.

He shouldn't have gone on like this.

But he couldn't control it, damn it.

"I want to find you."

—— Olos

He originally wanted to say that he still had a meeting, but after thinking about it, he still made a speech.

"I am the Diogenes Club."

Mycroft regretted it almost as soon as he sent it out, but he was inexplicably looking forward to it. He darkened his eyes in pain, picked up the document in his hand, and sat down again.

"Amy, why does this kind of file full of flaws appear on my desk."

Mycroft had a sullen face, and he would never admit that he was looking for someone to operate.

"The White House doesn't need a bunch of loafing publicists."

Oulos wore a floral dress and came to the door of the Diogenes Club. She was a little hesitant. Can she say that she recovered her memory after drinking a lot of wine?

No.

Then why did she come?

Turn yourself in?

She frowned and denied the question. She had mixed feelings about McCoff at this moment.

The image of the sea that day has been circling in her mind since this morning, lingering.

She couldn't understand why Mycroft wanted to save her so persistently, since she was just a "passerby", not even a human being.

The Diogenes Club accommodated the most solitary and unsociable people in town, and members were not allowed to speak to each other.Conversation is absolutely forbidden except in the reception room, and if three fouls are brought to the attention of the club committee, the talker will be expelled.

The hall is in a European classical style, and the layers of dark purple curtains look quite luxurious. The large curved back sofa and the burning flame in the fireplace look old-fashioned and cozy.

The dark brown wooden stairs like breaking waves lead to the second floor. Oluos gestured to one of them a few times, and that person gestured a few times in return. Oluos nodded in satisfaction.

She clasped her hands together and thanked the other party, feeling that the other party looked familiar, uh... like Santa Claus.

The upstairs is quiet, it seems that there is no one, the only abrupt thing is that all the windows are tightly locked, and thick metal bars are installed, and the outside is full of flowers, she can't imagine how these people Those who water the flowers, are you looking for a flower fairy?

Oulos pushed open a door in the corner of the corridor, and the man stood in front of the table, glanced at her, and made her a cup of hot tea.

She sat down opposite Mycroft, who smelled faintly of tobacco, apparently he had smoked a cigarette before she came,

She looked at the room, it was much clearer than she imagined, a row of brown bookshelves, a bar, brown leather benches, and a bathroom in the inner room.

There is a stamp somewhere on the table where teacup utensils should always be placed, and I think it has never been moved.The dim molten silver wall lamp perfectly blends the gorgeousness of the nineteenth century, and there are two or three absorbent pens decorated with feathers in the pen holder on the nearby locker.

The items are arranged in an orderly manner, and the whole room can be said to be spotless, which is exactly the same as the room belonging to the obsessive-compulsive disorder patient.

She curled her lips subconsciously, she really should let Sherlock come over to see the difference between the kennel and... a neat kennel.

Olos took a sip of her drink and made an opening remark.

"Look at sleeping here last night."

"There are dents in the leather chair, it's obviously new, and your neck obviously didn't sleep well last night, so your head is tilted slightly to the other side."

Olos put down the tea. "Also... If I remember correctly, you rarely drink tea, and wine and coffee are your life. The reason for drinking tea is to refresh yourself, and the second may be because you are very nervous."

Mycroft smiled softly: "Is it necessary for us to apply psychoanalysis to you and me?"

Olos was dumbfounded.

"You have done nothing to me, let's use our respective abilities to respect each other."

"Tell me why you are here."

Olos was silent.

"Just to see you."

"Oh, you learned all those goldfish tricks."

Olos frowned, she obviously didn't want to revolve around this topic.

"I never said that I'm not a goldfish, after all... I'm an artificial human."

Mycroft paused while drinking tea, put down the cup stiffly, and said with rare sincerity: "You need a psychiatrist."

Oulos pretended not to hear, and stood up, pretending to look at the scenery outside.

Her dark hair shone in the sun, which seemed out of proportion to her dark and twisted personality.

Mycroft's breathing stagnated, and he almost couldn't help looking greedily at the girl in front of him. She smiled at him and said, "I may need you more than a psychiatrist."

At that moment, his world lit up.

His right hand covered his heart, and he could vaguely feel his beating heartbeat through the suit.

Oulos looked at Mycroft's blank expression in surprise.

"If I'm not mistaken, you like me, Mycroft."

Mycroft shrugged: "You're always so confident in yourself."

"Don't try to change the subject."

He said in a deep voice, "Yes, so I made a mistake."

She frowned: "Maybe it's not..." Olos picked up his wine glass, shook it a few times, and said, "Have a drink."

Oulos didn't know how she went back, and when she came to her senses, she had already returned to Baker Street, she almost thought angrily, the atmosphere was so good just now, why didn't she take the opportunity to make a fuss.

She swallowed her saliva, and sure enough, a woman who has taken meat will start to miss her involuntarily!

She took out her BlackBerry and noted Mycroft's name as - "My brother, I want to sleep with him." Then with a smirk on her face, she leisurely went upstairs.

Mrs. Hudson ran upstairs with a vacuum cleaner and said to her tenant, "Guess who I saw downstairs?"

Sherlock sat on the sofa and pulled the blanket under his feet calmly.

He must not let Mrs. Hudson find out that he just drew a smiley face on the floor with reagents, and she will go crazy and shout for compensation.

Especially this month, McCoff doesn't seem to have much willingness to "invest" in him.

"Oh, at this point, Watson was in his flat, so you must have seen Olos, but that's nothing surprising."

Mrs. Hudson screamed worriedly: "Sherlock, aren't you getting nervous?"

"I just saw her come back with a smile. I guess she must have a boyfriend."

"You can guess that she ate a freshly made cake, not necessarily... oh, right."

He seemed to have thought of something, how could he have forgotten, Olos went to see Mycroft this morning, so long enough for them to have a good time.

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