[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

Oulos squinted her eyes and took a bite of the green peppers on the plate. It was delicious.

She glanced at Sherlock again. He didn't seem to care about little Molly. It was a miserable unrequited love. She felt that she had to pray for Miss Molly to find a row of peppers.

After dinner, O'Loss and Mycroft didn't stay on Baker Street, so they missed someone, Lance Edley, if Olos saw him, she would never let him step into 221B , and will warn him severely, threatening to peel off his skin for decoration.

Lance straightened his sleeves and collar and looked at the number plate 221B hesitantly, but went in anyway.

"How do you do, is Mr. Holmes in?"

"Please come in."

Sherlock looked at the plate of green peppers on his plate with a hopeless face. He made a bet with Oulos that he would kill these things, and he frowned and brought it to his mouth.

He still couldn't swallow it.

"Mr. Holmes?"

Sherlock turned his head to look at this young man. He was wearing a low-quality black fur coat. He had a thin figure. He always shrunk his neck because of the cold. He looked a little wretched, but he had a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

"What you asked me to do at noon, I'm sorry, I didn't meet the person you said."

Sherlock nodded knowingly, his expression became a little dignified.Lance had no idea what the real purpose of the detective was, but looking at the profile of this gentleman, he felt... so handsome!

Sherlock stood up, gave him some pounds, showed a smirk, and said, "I hope there is still a chance to cooperate."

In fact, Lance felt like he had done nothing.

He stood there awkwardly, tightly holding the money he gave, his face flushed, he wanted to tell Sherlock proudly that he didn't do anything, what money did he get, but thinking about his empty stomach, He silently accepted it.

Sherlock sent a text message to Mycroft immediately after Lance left.

"The area of ​​victimization expands, and the victim's sanity lasts less than 15 minutes." - Sherlock

As soon as Mycroft entered Oluosi's living room, he saw all kinds of chaos.

Clothes were littered on the sofa, boxes of various snacks were placed on the coffee table, there were boxes of express boxes, lunch boxes, and a pair of slippers near the balcony... He felt as if he had entered an irregular, stable world.

Mycroft was sitting on the sofa playing with a pillow of an unknown shape, and from time to time watched Olos busily preparing for supper.

"Ding~" He received a text message from Sherlock.After he read the content inside, he became more and more uneasy. Murder incidents continued to break out in London starting from the West End. The dead were all bitten on their internal organs and brains, and the hospital became a particularly chaotic existence.

Before that, he suspected that it was a new type of virus, so he handed over this task to Sherlock, who always had a strong interest in these strange things.

Sherlock first deduced the "possible" victim from the crowd, and sent another person to watch at another intersection. If the victim had no problems, he should have appeared at that intersection without error, but he didn't.

Facts have proved that this virus is very powerful. Once infected, it is absolutely less than 15 minutes to maintain sanity.

"Dear, what's wrong with you?"

Olos poured him a glass of milk.

"About work, and... I don't drink milk."

Olos shrugged, sat on another sofa and said, "Sorry, there's only milk left. If you don't mind, you can find Mrs. Hudson next door, but she should be asleep."

Mycroft frowned, took a sip of milk, and put it down anyway.

He said in a deep voice, "I don't go out recently."

"Why? Because of a virus?"

"how do you know."

Olos said disapprovingly, "I'm very smart."

"I'm more worried about Sherlock than the virus."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow.

Olos tried to talk to Mycroft about her thoughts.

"Are you sure his EQ is okay?"

"I mean, Molly's a nice girl."

Mycroft tapped his hand on the table, and subconsciously glanced at the room that was even messier than Sherlock.

"Are you going to tidy up the room?"

Olos glared at him dissatisfied.

"Don't change the subject, Mycroft."

Mycroft closed his mouth. Looking at Olos' serious face, he said tentatively, "What do you think of Sherlock's IQ?"

Olos gave a thumbs up.

"It's nothing to say, it's very tall, on par with you."

Mycroft turned black with dissatisfaction, and felt that it was still necessary to correct Oulos: "Actually, I am much smarter than him."

Olos looked out of the window a little perfunctorily.

McCoff paused and continued: "IQ is pretty good, what do you think of his EQ?"

Oulos squinted her eyes and gave him a "you understand" look.

Mycroft smiled and said, "You think he has low EQ, don't you?"

"Uh."

"In fact, sometimes you think of him too complicated, and sometimes you think of Sherlock as too simple. He also has high EQ, his EQ... It jumps between zero and one hundred, there is no middle value .”

Oulos blinked, and said hesitantly: "You said he became like this, is it because of the red beard?"

"Perhaps I should have persuaded..."

Mycroft covered her face, and said seriously and sincerely: "Oluos, this is not your fault."

He has a pair of pale emerald eyes, looking in little by little, sparkling.

The development and connection of the retina are very close to the structure of the brain. If she can see through a person through her eyes, she obviously sees a sincere and lovely lover.

Oulos kissed her lover delicately, and fell softly into his arms.

"Maybe it's time for us to move the battleground."

Mycroft also snorted a few times, picked her up, and walked into the bedroom of—the great chaos—, this scene was so beautiful that McCoff was stunned for a moment, this mountain like a garbage dump is what happened.

No matter how thick-skinned Oulos was, she began to lose her composure. She coughed a few times, and then saw a big cockroach strolling by the chair, looking very unhappy.

Mycroft watched with a dark face as Olos climbed down from his arms expressionlessly, walked over resolutely, raised his foot and stomped heavily, then twisted hard, and whispered coldly: "Dare you be in my arms?" Sow wild on the territory of the country, and die."

Then she turned her head to look at Mycroft with some embarrassment and said, "I guess we should go to your house next time, brother."

The virus in London was spreading faster and more seriously, and it became clear that Scotland Yard could not hide the news.

Many citizens ran to protest outside Buckingham Palace, shouting for life and the government.

Later, some rumors began to spread slowly. Some people said that the country accidentally brought the virus outside when it was researching the virus, so the next incident was discovered.

Those infected with the virus are like beasts biting the flesh of living people. Their skin is white and dull, their eyes are cloudy and white, their teeth are sharp and hard, and their fingers become long and sharp. Many netizens say that this is the end of the world, and those Those who are infected are lost.

Oulos stood by the window and looked at Mycroft who was constantly operating the computer. He hadn't slept well these days.

After a long time, she couldn't help asking, "What are you going to do?"

Mycroft looked up, his eyes were red from staying up all night, and he said in a calm voice, "The situation is very serious now, there are zombies eating people outside."

He was silent for a while, and said: "The people we sent out found out that the virus came from the National Research Institute."

Olos froze.

"What about the antidote?"

"It's still under study, but in another month, the whole of London will probably fall."

"It's okay, we still have Ultraman."

Mycroft glanced at her: "I thought you hadn't been ill for a long time."

Oulos looked at the dead bodies wandering outside the street, their faces were covered with blood, some were missing eyes, some were missing arms...

"Are we leaving London?"

"The secrets of the Queen and the top officials of the United Kingdom will be transferred during these five days."

"What about the rest of them?"

McCoff was silent.

"The government will do its utmost to save them, but ... in the end, in order to rebuild London, the government will take some special measures."

Oulos forced a smile on her face, looked at the purgatory on earth outside the window, turned her head to look at Mycroft and said, "Whether you really want to do that or not, please do your best."

Although she is a criminal and may kill without blinking an eye, at least she has never touched blood with her own hands.

It's as if everyone knows that pork is killed, but no one is saddened to know that these pigs are killed for food.

But if they really feel the screams of animals with their own real feelings, the result will obviously change.

Oulos thought, in fact, a long, long time ago, she was also a naive child, but... she was hurt too deeply later.Now, God has mercy on her, let her meet McCoff, and being able to be with him has almost exhausted the greatest luck in her life.

"Eat something and get some sleep."

She prepared delicious pudding for him, and Olos looked at McCoff and said, "There are too many people in your mansion, it would be too dangerous to go back."

"If you don't like the chaos here, you can also go to Sherlock."

Finally, McCoff drank a cup of coffee, ate some pudding and biscuits and decided to sleep in 220B.

Before falling asleep, he thought, buying this house is really a very cost-effective decision.

The sky in London was red, like a red flame, and the rain was falling. Olos looked out the window with her umbrella, and there was a strong strange smell in the air.

The author has something to say: Thanks to KingRou for a mine~

Thanks to Jin Xiaolang for a mine~

Friends who don't like doomsday don't worry, it will pass soon, just to let another mysterious person come too far, and to see clearly the hearts of a certain couple who still have mutual doubts.