[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

Olos didn't pay attention to him, which made Mycroft frowned slightly, but he still said as gently as possible: "Olos."

Her thin body trembled from time to time until she lifted her chin slightly, the moisture on her face seemed to blur her eyes, and Mycroft stood there in a daze.

He had never seen his younger sister cry so sadly. If it wasn't for the hot and moist tears, he would have almost forgotten that the girl in front of him was just about to squander her youthful years. Her incomparable brain and precocity made people always It's easy to look at her with an adult perspective.

He stood there awkwardly, and suddenly realized that his language function was so lacking that he couldn't even say a word that could comfort her.

But he had to find excuses for his "inaction". This child was not very close to him since he was a child, even though she was his only sister.

No one can change this.

"Romeo."

The small sound, if the room is not quiet enough, it must not be heard.

Oulos had long black hair hanging loose, and there was a deep despair in her eyes.

"Olos, what's wrong with you?"

Oulos heard his voice, and looked at Mycroft with tears on her face.

"who are you?"

McCoff suppressed the slight anxiety in his center, and explained: "I——I am your brother."

"elder brother?"

Oulos looked at him with a puzzled look, and suddenly, a gleam of light slipped through her black eyes.

She was like one of those stupid goldfishes, excited at the sight of a "shooting star."

"Oh, brother, save him quickly."

"Save who?"

Olos pointed to the floor anxiously, but when Mycroft followed his path, there was no one there.

"My Romeo."

"He's convinced."

"He shouldn't have done this...you save him."

"He's dying."'

Mycroft pressed her shoulders, his voice softened as much as possible, and said, "Calm down, Olos, there is no Romeo here."

Oulos looked at her with a surprised look, as if he had done something outrageous, and the volume couldn't help but be raised a few degrees.

"No—here he is, my Romeo is here."

She tugged on Mycroft's sleeve, turned around, looked at the empty floor, and was stunned for a while.

"Luo, Mi, Ou."

She muttered to herself, her eyes glazed over.

"elder brother--."

She slowly closed her eyes.

"Olos."

Mycroft called a few times tentatively, but got no response.

If she wasn't still breathing, Mycroft would have thought she was dead...

The continuous breath hit his face lightly, itching, and McCoff stroked the warmth in a daze, feeling a faint distress in his heart.

Sleeping children are like angels, they are well-behaved and cute.

Her breath touched your skin, and she closed her eyes peacefully, as if you were her whole world.

McCoff gently opened the door and left the room.

221B Baker Street

While holding the child, Watson gave his old friend a piece of advice without hesitation.

"Sherlock, you should stop your work."

Apparently he simply ignored him and continued to "talk" remotely with the two well-known warnings.

Sherlock can't always grasp the "degree" of enthusiasm for one thing.

Maybe he should ask Mary for help, and when he saw Mary's helpless grin, it was obvious—no one could stop the detective from going crazy.

"Sherlock, why are you showing this to me?"

Out of the pride of being called a godfather, Sherlock took out a photo of Watson and Mary's baby for the first time.

"I thought you had some special feelings."

"Oh, I know." Mycroft glanced at the photo in his hand, and said carefully, "It looks very healthy, with hands, feet, and a head."

"Is that all you can notice?"

"Pay attention to what?"

Mycroft half-sarcastically said, "Is a goldfish growing up slowly?"

Sherlock frowned. He felt that under the influence of Watson and others, he had begun to have a tendency called "humanity"... Obviously, his brother was still the same.

"Feel sorry."

Even when he said it, he didn't look apologetic at all.

"I've always been really bad at communicating with some -- Aboriginal people."

"In my opinion, they haven't fully evolved yet."

"Have you ever seen a man and a monkey communicate with each other?"

Mycroft returned the photo to Sherlock with an indifferent smirk, and took a sip of the coffee on the table.

"You really should lose weight, Mycroft."

"Thanks to you, I have been working hard."

……

He kindly and kindly invited his younger brother out of his office, and then dialed Dean Ed's exclusive phone number.

"Hello, Dean Ed."

"Oh, Mr. Holmes, I am very glad to have your order."

On the other side of the phone, Dean Ed seems to be very... anyway, very satisfied with his phone call.

"I'm sorry, did Olos do something again?"

When Mycroft talked about doing bad things, he vaguely emphasized his tone, and he didn't even notice his irritability.

On the other side of the phone, Dean Ed hurriedly explained to him: "Actually, has she been well-behaved recently?"

"Oh, let me guess, is she claiming to be from Mars? Or is she trying to be normal?"

Although he really hopes that his sister can really become a normal person, the odds are even more unbelievable and terrifying than "it won't rain in London for a week".

"In fact, she's been learning to draw recently."

"Oh, drawing, that's a nice hobby."

……

McCaw quickly ended the call.

He sat on a leather chair and looked at his phone. After a long time, he murmured: "Painting is really a good thing."

He took out a cigar from the drawer, lit it, and the air was filled with a faint smell of smoke.

He very much expected and even hoped that Olos would really lose her memory.If possible, he prayed to God to take away her talent and make her an ordinary girl.

And as a good brother, he can give her everything an ordinary girl wants, so that she doesn't have to worry about life.

He'd throw big grown-up parties for her and find her a righteous, wealthy, devoted husband.

But... in reality, it is often the opposite. He took out a wallet from his pocket, and inside it was a group photo of the three of them when they were young.

At that time, she saw through his future at a glance, and mercilessly used words to ridicule his appearance when he grew up and hurt his heart.

The shiny black Mercedes-Benz slowly parked in the VVVip parking space of the private hospital, the door opened, and a slightly fat young man got out of the back seat, wearing a classic black suit and holding a small black umbrella in his hand.

A middle-aged man hurried forward to say hello, and the young man just nodded slightly and walked into the hospital with his slender legs without changing his face.

"Is she okay?"

"Miss Olos is drawing in the room."

Mycroft nodded in satisfaction, and opened Olos' ward in a very good mood.

Olos did draw a picture in the room, an abstract painting with little discernible object.

"Olos, how are you doing today?"

Oulos was obviously taken aback because of his sudden appearance. She opened her eyes wide and looked at her in disbelief. Her eyes flickered like an explorer discovering a treasure in the world.

She is pleasantly surprised.

"Oh, my prince."

Almost at a sprint speed, she threw herself into McCoff's arms and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"You have come at last, my prince."

McCoff clenched the little black umbrella in his hand, stopped his reflexive "attack" within 0.5 seconds, and let the "bad" little girl take the opportunity to eat his own tofu.

When Mr. Mycroft Holmes realized it, his lips had already covered Olos's.

In just one second, countless guesses appeared in the brain.

Oh my God, is this incest, Mommy will definitely kill me.

What kind of tricks is this guy Olos doing again?

……

At that time, Mycroft almost jumped up, rushed to the door in a few steps, opened the door without hesitation... and fled.

"damn it."

Mycroft leaned against the wall, cursing under his breath, obviously feeling terrible.

The sound of closing the door was a bit loud, which attracted the bodyguards and others not far away from the corner. McCoff calmed down his emotions and made his voice sound calm and calm.

"Is there anything you need, sir?"

Mycroft gave them a smirk pretending to be a gesture, let them understand it slowly, and pushed open the door inside again.

Oulos obviously didn't understand how her prince would suddenly run away. She thought it was because maybe her prince forgot that he needed to tie the horse rope, so he had to go back and have a look.

After all, a prince really needs a horse as a means of transportation, and even walking a few more steps will appear to degrade his status. (PS: Are you kidding me?)

Mycroft adjusted quickly. She watched His Royal Highness calmly appear in front of her again, with a polite and gentle smile, trying to explain her previous faux pas.

And Oulos couldn't wait to find an excuse for him.

"Oh, my dear Prince Charming, I can't wait."

"Your white horse must still be parked outside?"

"Otherwise you wouldn't turn around so quickly."

Mycroft looked at this "new" sister who was similar to "hypochondria", silently guessing the role she would play.

The author has something to say: This article "Crazy Sister" will be very different from the previously completed "Holmes's Sister". At the same time, it is making continuous progress. I hope everyone will support it.