[TV] She forgot again

Mycroft's first reaction after seeing Sherlock and Nicole suddenly appeared was to block the place, and he did so.

Nicole saw the big Sherlock sitting on the sofa with bare feet and a sheet in his eyes.Nicole stretched out her hand and tugged Sherlock beside her, ignoring the fact that she was still having a temper with him, and her tone was excited: "It seems that you all have a soft spot for bed sheets!"

God!Two Sherlocks!London will be bombed to the sky!

Nicole screamed inwardly.

Her bewildering eyes were bent irresistibly, her smiling eyes were bright, and she stared straight at Big Sherlock.The bright red lips curled up to the sides, revealing the pointed canine teeth.

Nicole's fear of chaos in the world is clearly revealed.

Watson was already startled enough when he saw the two people appearing suddenly, and he was completely stunned when he calmed down and took a closer look at the appearance of the people.

Two identical Sherlocks, except that one is younger, um... and has two rows of teeth marks on his face.

"Cough...how, how is this possible?" Watson blinked, then turned to look at Sherlock who was sitting next to him, "You have a twin brother?"

"Watson, don't fool yourself with that stupid head of yours." Great Sherlock withdrew his gaze from colliding with Sherlock in mid-air, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Mycroft.

"This is what you have been hiding all this time? The nonsense of identical twin brothers can only deceive Watson, Mycroft." Big Sherlock looked disdainful, and his arrogant and arrogant look was exactly the same as Sherlock's.In just a few seconds, Big Sherlock solved the puzzle that had plagued him for three years.

It really hasn't changed at all, and it hasn't grown up.Nicole sighed in her heart.

"No wonder your hairline is getting more and more worrying, Mycroft. You can't hide the fact that a person existed. Those stupid goldfish have never been able to control their expressions and movements even if they are tight-lipped. , not to mention..." Sherlock looked at Mycroft with the same expression, but the teeth marks on his face made him look completely devoid of momentum.

"What's more, you never thought of checking the marital status column of my personal information." Big Sherlock took Sherlock's words and showed a mocking expression at his brother, "Three years and five days ago, Sherlock Holmes ,Married."

Big Sherlock stood up, wrapped in a bed sheet, walked in front of Nicole and said casually and provocatively: "My mysterious wife who has been missing for three years, nice to meet you."

Sherlock took a sideways step, blocking Nicole behind him, his gesture of declaring possession was obvious, and his mouth was equally sharp: "Your wife disappeared three years ago, her whereabouts are unknown, and she may have turned into fertilizer and a pile of bones .Your assistant looks fresh and cute."

After finishing speaking, Sherlock also gave Watson a shark-like smile, which made Watson rub his arm in fright.

"Um... is there anyone here to explain the current situation to me?" Watson touched his nose.He was completely bewildered by the situation.

Big Sherlock: "Use your brain, Watson."

Sherlock: "That's obvious."

Watson: "..."

In the end it was Mycroft who stopped Sherlock from bickering with him.He knocked on the black cane, put one hand in his pocket, walked slowly between the two Sherlocks, and said, "Look at what you look like, sit down for me."

"Sherlock, put on your clothes." Mycroft gritted his teeth and said to Big Sherlock.

"No." Big Sherlock wrapped the sheet even tighter.

"You didn't even tell your parents when you got married?" Mycroft turned his head to look at Sherlock again, with a helpless and broken tone.

"No." Sherlock raised one leg and leaned back slightly, looking leisurely.

Mycroft held his forehead.

Mental and mental exhaustion.

A second later, Mycroft took a deep breath and decided to ignore the two worried younger brothers and answer for Watson.

"...The thing is roughly like this, and what you need to do is to keep it secret." Mycroft explained the situation in a few words, with his hands folded on the crutches and a formulaic smile on his face.

"I can hypnotize them before I leave, please don't worry, Mr. Holmes." Nicole kindly said that even if more people know the existence of the two Sherlocks now, she can make them forget forever.

Fortunately, Mycroft's name was mentioned in the conversation between the Sherlocks before, which reminded Nicole who this familiar man was.

"This... this is simply unbelievable!" Watson glanced back and forth between Sherlock and Nicole, and then suddenly widened his eyes and complained to Big Sherlock, "You knew it three years ago? We We've known each other for a year, but you never mentioned this to me? Sherlock, I thought we were very good friends."

"Well, you know now." Big Sherlock replied indifferently, his sharp gaze met the same sharp gaze.

In the past three years, Great Sherlock has listed countless answers to the truth that Mycroft tried his best to conceal, but unfortunately the real answer is not among them.So, the answer he got now made him eager to try.

A contest with another self.

It sounds stupid, but it also makes the restless factor in the body restless.

"I've always thought love was a dangerous handicap—" Great Sherlock's equally rich, deep voice was struck like a cello, "—and you were as stupid as, if not more than, those fools."

"Sir, I would be sad if you said that about another self. If you were the person three years ago, maybe you would be willing to be in this dangerous situation now." Nicole retorted back, her voice soft Gentle, not like a rebuttal but like a lover's whisper.

If it was someone else who said these things, Nicole would not reason with him in such a good temper.There is a price to be paid for daring to speak ill of her man.But it was Sherlock who was speaking now, another Sherlock.With this exact same face, Nicole will soften her heart quickly even if she gets angry.

"Ifs don't exist in this world."

"Ifs don't exist in this world."

Two extremely similar voices sounded after Nicole's words.

Big Sherlock's tone was disdainful.Love is to him a burden, a danger and a waste of time.

But Sherlock's tone was slightly sour.This feeling of jealousy with himself made Sherlock frown unconsciously.

"Well, I didn't call you here to talk about that." Mycroft interrupted the conversation of the four.

"You two go to the next door to stay first, and you are not allowed to appear in front of people without my permission. I don't want to spend more time explaining to the goldfish why I have two younger brothers." Mycroft ordered Ni Ke and Sherlock.

Sherlock pulled Nicole indifferently and turned away. He could understand all their conversations by staying next door.

After Sherlock and Nicole disappeared into the room, a white-haired man in a suit and leather shoes walked in.He also greeted Watson and Great Sherlock with the fake politician's smile on his face.

Big Sherlock was so disturbed by Sherlock's sudden appearance that he had no interest in handling other cases, and he even wanted to deal with this client who could not even disclose his name.

Mycroft put his foot on Big Sherlock's bedsheets and growled angrily at his complete lack of cooperation: "Look at where you are now, and think again, Sherlock! The person who hired you is Do you want to name the most powerful person in the country?"

"Put on your clothes!" Mycroft said with a tightness in his chest as he said the last sentence.

Sherlock and Nicole, who were staying next door, lay facelessly on the wall and listened to the corner.Mycroft's distraught voice carried itself well through the solids to their ears.

It seems that the sound insulation effect of Buckingham Palace needs to be better.

Sherlock showed a contemptuous and fart expression on his beautiful face, and he showed off to Nicole in a low voice: "It seems that London has been too peaceful for the past three years, and his brain has become like that group of goldfish. So The obvious customer identity takes no time at all to think about.”

The conversation next door continues.

"My boss has a difficult problem." The old man in a suit sat with Mycroft opposite Sherlock and Watson.

"This matter is extremely sensitive, there is a possibility of crime, and now it is in danger of being exposed. This case is related to top secrets and trust issues." Mycroft put down his hand to pour tea, and the man in the suit said.

"You can't even trust your own intelligence agency?" Watson sat down beside Sherlock in a relaxed body, no longer the dazed and upright look he had before.He seemed restrained and confident, gentle and composed.

"Of course, they all spy on people for money." Mycroft admitted without hesitation. "Well, we have limited time."

Mycroft took out a stack of documents from a black file bag and handed it to Big Sherlock: "Have you heard of this woman?"

"No." Big Sherlock reached out to take a few photos, on which was a mature woman with exquisite makeup.She looked as attractive as the color of her lipstick - a voluptuous crimson allure.

Big Sherlock looked at the photos one by one with a blank face.

"She became the focus of two political party scandals last year, and recently divorced a famous writer, because she not only cheated her husband, but also repaid her husband." Mycroft continued to explain the identity of this woman.

"I'm not interested in the gossip. Who is she?"

"Irene Adler. The industry calls her 'The Woman.'"

"Industry?" Big Sherlock put down the photo, raised an eyebrow, and asked softly.

"She goes by many names and titles. But her favorite is 'The Sadist Queen,' offering pleasurable punishment." Mycroft produced another stack of photos.

Big Sherlock quickly looked through the photos in his hand, all of them were the same woman.She was wearing revealing lingerie that most men couldn't move their feet, and her seductive curves were looming under the black veil.

Irene Adler's deep and sharp facial features are painted with coquettish heavy makeup, and she holds a black soft leather whip in her hand, looking sharp like a high-ranking queen of dust, fully arousing men's desire to conquer and desire to be conquered.

Of course, Holmes is excluded from the above men.

"I guess this lady has a lot of photos that can't be seen." Big Sherlock was still cold and expressionless.

"You still can't say anything?" Watson sat on the side and saw the photo, expressing his helplessness for the life and death of the two people opposite him who refused to disclose the customer information.

"The only thing I can tell you is that a young lady and Irene Adler appear in the photo at the same time." Mycroft changed his sitting position and made the biggest concession.

The conversation on Big Sherlock's side is still going on.Regarding the huge number of photos in Irene Adler's hands, the various scenes, the extent to which they will be affected, and the turmoil they will cause...

And her purpose.

Nicole and Sherlock were listening intently from the corner next door.Sherlock's thoughts raced along with the conversation next door.

"Give me money, as much as you want." Sherlock said confidently, leaning against the wall with his face sideways.

Across the wall, Great Sherlock said the same thing.

"No. She contacted us and she didn't want anything. She said she wasn't going to use the pictures, extort money or anything..." Mycroft shook his head at Big Sherlock.

"Show off your strength!" Big Sherlock was about to get up and leave, but stopped when he heard Mycroft's words.

"She's showing off her strength to the most powerful family in England." Sherlock's originally slightly proud and cold expression suddenly became vivid.His eyes glowed with excitement, fearing that the light of chaos in the world would dazzle Nicole's eyes.

"As expected of the 'Sad Queen'." On the other side of the wall, Big Sherlock said the same words as Sherlock, and then issued a non-subjective evaluation.

"That sounds interesting, doesn't it?" Sherlock stopped sticking to the wall, he stood up straight and looked refreshed, his fluffy natural curly hair curled up excitedly.

Seeing Sherlock's happy expression as a child getting his favorite toy, Nicole didn't have fun with him as usual, but sharpened his knife together and prepared to rush to the crime scene or the person's home.

Nicole, who was kneeling on the sofa to eavesdrop, slowly sat down along the back of the sofa, her long smoke-gray hair slid down her shoulders, blocking most of her stunning face and her expression.

"That woman, that woman... Irene Adler... the woman..." Nicole frowned as she muttered what she had just heard.

She can be sure that these conversations, the name is very familiar.She must have seen or heard it somewhere.

But after she piled up a lot of information about Sherlock in the slaughterhouse of her memory, it was a bit difficult to find some memories.

Sherlock walks into the brooding young fiancée, unhappy that she is more involved in the case than he is: "You've never seen Irene Adler in this world, so your horrific memory slaughterhouse is There won't be any information about her."

Nicole suddenly had a flash of inspiration when she heard Sherlock's words.

Looking up at the handsome man standing in front of her, Nicole raised her bright red lips and said, "Yes, I have never seen her in this world, but I have 'seen' her in the real world of."

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