[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

The atmosphere was once awkward.

This time it was Mycroft who gave in. Perhaps Mycroft hadn't really been tough in front of Sherlock...after Sherlock grew up.

Maybe all he thinks now is hey my brother is really getting bigger and more rebellious now.

"Have you taken any measures?"

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

"I don't mind adding new members to the Holmes family, but Sherlock's physical condition is not suitable... After all, he has only been out for a long time."

Vivi froze for a moment.

Mycroft, are you really okay with this? At one moment, I was still in the attitude of "you are not worthy of my tall and perfect brother, I will give you the check now, you get out of Queen Street", and the next second asked if Sherlock was wearing a condom ?This is embarrassing, what the fuck?

"I'm wearing it," Sherlock said with a calm face, "To be honest, it will reduce some of the pleasure. I will tolerate it for the sake of Vicky helping me wear it—Vicky let go of your feet—anyway, I'm telling you It's useless, you don't need it anyway, old man."

Although the surface is calm, there is a hint of complacency.

Young birthday!The first place in Great Britain. The male gave way! ! ! !The successor was actually Mycroft! ! ! ! ? ? ? ? ?

A mushroom cloud almost exploded in Weiwei's heart.

Mycroft couldn't help but sighed slightly in his heart, his brother was asking him to compromise - well, Mycroft probably should have recognized the reality after knowing that they slept together, but...

Then we can only hope that Victoria Mayer will be more powerful.

"One week...you will leave in a week, I contacted Dr. Belen—you should thank me for giving you an extra chance to study forensic science, lest my brother be picked up by another forensic doctor who is stupider than you, wait for Belen The doctor admits that you have graduated, and you go to Letterman to continue your micro-expressions. How long does it take to finish studying and come back."

"I'll leave another week for Sherlock," he turned to Sherlock, "be a professor again and lay the foundation for your students, otherwise I'm really afraid that she won't come back, and I'll have to spend time to find you another student gone."

Forensic?

Weiwei was really stunned at this moment, and didn't even hear the second half of the sentence clearly.

People study medicine for seven years, and then Mycroft asked her to go to Letterman to continue after studying forensic science before she can get out? ?

She began to think otherwise she would just break up_(:3ゝ∠)_

But Sherlock immediately understood what Mycroft meant.

"Is there any movement again?"

Mycroft nodded slightly.

Sherlock was silent for half a second: "Second."

Sherlock actually said "Second"?

Weiwei's eyes darkened.

Let's be together after you finish studying medicine.

She thought, this is probably a farewell.

When Mycroft left, Vividu was still in a daze, feeling that he couldn't bear Mycroft's approval at all.

"Looks like this is my last week of freedom," Sherlock said, after Mycroft left, he fell on Vivi's body, resting on Vivi's lap with his legs high, "Mycroft was busy himself, You can't see that I am leisurely and leisurely."

"...Me too." Weiwei silently added.

Suddenly, Sherlock frowned.

"Don't be in a hurry to come back to see me. You don't need to be too stressed. You have plenty of time."

His tone was a bit vague. From this angle, Vicky looked a bit ugly. Sherlock got up and stretched out his hand to hook Vivi's neck, then took it down. Her hair fell on his face, and her hair seemed to be stained with his smell. like.

He found her lips precisely, exchanged a wet French kiss before letting go of her dazed.

"Don't worry too much."

After the kiss, Sherlock, still feeling unsatisfied, began to burrow under Weiwei's clothes.

"... Sherlock!!!"

Is it okay if you don't come one day after you open the meat? ? ?

Wouldn't it really kill everyone?

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In fact, Sherlock thinks he is very restrained. Since Mycroft unilaterally announced the time of Vivi's departure and even sent the plane ticket, Sherlock has become more restrained, reducing from two to three rounds per day to one round (although time is not short), during the day when there are no cases left and right, the life of teacher-student play begins again.

Weiwei sometimes yelled "professor" without reacting for a while, and then someone didn't stop her, just looked at her calmly.

Who knows if he remembers it all.

How good the relationship between teachers and students is, how exciting the headlines on the social page are.

Weiwei didn't expect that the memory palace, which he hadn't learned for more than a year, was built in this short week.

Sherlock was patient—uncommon patience—and the stakes slowly built up and then slowly connected together.

The first thing that was put into Vivi's head was the small house on Queen Street, and then Sherlock began to instill in her that Vivi had already understood some basic knowledge of forensic science, but Sherlock still did not relax, but He made another book list for Weiwei, and supervised that he used his brain to remember and think as much as possible.

A week later, Sherlock did not send Vivi.

I even rolled over several times the night before, and the next morning I only saw breakfast, and no one was there.

Weiwei's statement that she was not lost must be false, but she didn't say anything, but left with her suitcase.

When the plane took off, Weiwei, whose mind was so full that it was about to explode and whose body was exhausted, sighed sincerely.

what,

I,

Really

God.

What Weiwei didn't know was that as soon as she got on the plane, someone tried to pry her into the corner of the wall—for example, the brother-in-law, every time his brother was alone, he thought about getting along with him alone, but after getting along for a long time I also want to throw away the person after using it for a long time and replace it with a new one.

In fact, it is also understandable that Mycroft always does not want Sherlock to establish too deep a bond with anyone else.

Mycroft's status, as well as Sherlock's mind, have determined that if Sherlock gets too attached to certain people, it can only pose a threat to them and even the country.

Mycroft frowned slightly as he stepped into Queen Street.

He had just opened the door when he heard deafening gunshots.Bang bang is annoying.

Now that his elder brother has discovered the drug use, Sherlock is not hiding anything.

"It's a bit of an addiction," Sherlock put the gun under the coffee table in the living room, "Vicky is not here, I have to find some other way to calm down."

His brother was really in a hurry. Vicky just got on the plane at this hour, and Mycroft rushed over in a hurry.

"Jasmine Amber," Mycroft's expression showed some disapproval, "Jasmine Amber found out about you, because of the traces of pinholes, and because of her love for you, she discovered that you have changed."

Sherlock sneered: "She found out that I've changed? It's just because I've gotten to know her so well that I don't bother to wear a stupid, humble smile like you were handing documents to cabinet ministers ten years ago. Anyway, I can already Achieved my goal."

As he spoke, he thought it was funny, and showed a smile similar to that.

"Would you like to review it?"

Mycroft was already immune to such innocuous little taunts.

"Then let me tell you another piece of good news. Vincent sent a message to your... vicky," Mycroft raised his eyebrows, "I said that I have been struggling for a long time, although I shouldn't say it at this time, I know you are We are together but I still hope you can think about it clearly, I saw the pinhole on his arm, maybe you understand his recent moodiness better than me, you know what it means, Victoria, I hope you must be cautious."

"Incoherent and incoherent," Sherlock snorted. "Are you helping me keep an eye on my rival? If so..."

"Oh, your little girlfriend can really provoke people." Mycroft took out his mobile phone and glanced at it. "The next seat on the plane is a French man. It seems that your little girlfriend is very happy."

"..."

"You're monitoring her."

"Same as you, isn't it?"

Mycroft looked straight at Sherlock's hand in his pocket, knowing exactly what Sherlock was going to do.

"By the way, do you want me to reveal your little secret, Sherlock?" Mycroft smiled meaningfully, "I suddenly started to thank Miss Victoria, because she gave you a lot of dark history, for example... …Like Gaston Marco?"

Sherlock: Damn careless.

"..."

Mycroft has always known how to stop as soon as he sees good, anyway, Sherlock's subtle and broken expression at this moment has been taken into Mycroft's eyes.

"By the way, let me tell you another fact, that is, your good brother, Lestrade, found out that I am your brother, and told me about your drug use, because he thinks I am a good brother who cares about his brother, And I am."

Mycroft smiled softly (?).

"My relationship, I will handle it myself."

Sherlock was very calm.

"I have intensified the monitoring of you, I think you should know," Mycroft slightly lowered his head, "By the way, maybe you need a new roommate to stop you from going crazy. Your little bees Because you've been overindulging recently and you're about to starve to death in the small room."

Sherlock didn't bother to pay attention to him, stood up, and walked to the window. The curtain was drawn, and he stretched out his hand to lift it gently, opening a small gap.

The people in the street were in a hurry, but Sherlock could also make out that they were his stupid brother's people.

Oh and the indoor cameras, he can be sure that if he relapses one more time, his brother will completely tie him to the electric chair and forcefully wean him off.

Ah……

He lowered the curtains.

"I'm not interested in whether or not you want to find me a new roommate, it's up to you."

"At least not more than 18-year-old Vicky..."

He silently changed a word.

"More naive."

Mycroft achieved his goal, so he stood up and bid farewell: "Don't worry me too much, bro, this time I'll hide it from mommy... Oh, by the way, I forgot to remind you, I suggest you not rely on me for a while. Too much nicotine, after all the Olympics are coming, it's almost time to ban smoking."

Sherlock watched Mycroft leave.

No sooner had Mycroft left than he lay down on the sofa, bang bang bang, and fired again at the wall.

Get the hell out of Mycroft, it's always bad news.