[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Back in London, Sherlock almost slapped his brother backhand.

So he rode his little donkey (crossed out) to the Forgotten Diogenes Club in his taxi.

His brother was just sitting there waiting.

"I'm assuming you should give me an explanation, like why all the houses on Queen Street were blown up except my room." Sherlock looked down at his brother.

"Ah, I don't know too well, probably encountered a terrorist attack or something, you know, it's a group of mad dogs biting people."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and shrunk his shoulders in glee.

"Oh, then you are great," Sherlock also raised his eyebrows, "It was a precise and well-organized terrorist attack. It just happened to blow up my beehive, my living room, and my laboratory, but left the kitchen, bathroom and so on. With a bedroom? Should I be thankful they don't want to starve me?"

No wonder the fat man sent me away so graciously!

Damn careless!

Of course, Sherlock doesn't have such a fool in his heart, after all, he is an ice and snow nobleman (cross out), he is noble and reserved.

Maybe he had the kind of thinking in his heart that "as expected, I knew he would make some moths, so it's not unexpected", although this revealed a faint sense of masculinity.

"Probably so."

Mycroft: Sudden Flutter.jpg

Sherlock stared at his brother in silence.

Mycroft: I remember when I was a child, little Charlie always looked at me with wet innocent eyes every time he acted like a baby.I really miss it.

So Mycroft surrendered(?)

"I think after you and your girlfriend live together again for a week, you should be more aware that you need a roommate," Mycroft barely suppressed a smile, "I think you can find a roommate as soon as possible." Go on your furry adventures, you know what I mean."

Just like finding Victoria Mayer.

"I don't need a replacement for Vicky." Sherlock frowned.

"I'm not asking you to find a replacement, Sherly," he smiled, slackening his shoulders and leaning back in the chair. "Why don't you just sit down."

Sherlock looked straight at Mycroft, and after a few seconds he lifted his coat and sat back, crossed one leg, and turned his eyes back to Mycroft.

"I don't need Victoria Mayer or Elizabeth Mayer now, no matter what, even one person who can make a huge impact on you is too much for me," Mycroft said lightly, "But you You know, just like mommy asked, you have to have someone by your side."

"Especially when you can relapse at any time."

"Haven't you been watching closely enough, Mycroft?" he retorted.

Mycroft made no answer.

After a while, Sherlock broke the silence: "Mommy, are they going to have their honeymoon soon?"

Mycroft wasn't surprised by Sherlock's sudden change of subject, on the contrary he smiled in agreement: "Good news, they'll be back next month."

Sherlock's feet ignited once and for all.

"Where did you learn to shake your legs, Sherlock?" Mycroft looked at Sherlock with some disgust.

Not only did Sherlock not stop, but he became even more embarrassing.

"Probably a good habit brought from a certain Yankee, isn't it very rhythmic?" He pretended to be surprised, "I didn't expect your patience to be so poor."

Mycroft: Fuck your rhythm.

His eyes wandered once to Sherlock's rhythmically shaking feet, and then again.

"What song is it?"

"Gangnam style? Probably?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly, and stood up neatly after achieving the goal of disgusting Mycroft, "Let's go."

Gangnam style.

Ah.

Mycroft rubbed his forehead.

Yes.

The sound of the door opening, Mycroft knew, was Anthea.

"Anthea, I remember you can edit videos?" Mycroft just asked intentionally, because as long as he gave an order, even if Anthea couldn't, she had to learn, "I can almost imagine my worrying brother The way his face appeared on the Gangnam style video."

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Sherlock, who lost his laboratory, had to wander around, in Butts Hospital today, Scotland Yard tomorrow, and possibly the slaughterhouse the day after tomorrow.

Mycroft's agent followed Sherlock from here to there, and finally said exhaustedly: Oh, as long as you are happy.

Mycroft isn't worried about Sherlock's relapse right now, he has withdrawn some of the people around Sherlock, and kept some, keeping an eye on Butts Hospital and Queen Street. As for Scotland Yard, Scotland Yard His men were everywhere, not to mention a Lestrade.

Anyway, he has a lot of informants, as long as Sherlock relapses, Mycroft will definitely tie him to the electric chair.

The bear child is disobedient, just give it a call and it will be fine, with a doting smile.jpg

In such a life, finally, what should come finally came.

On an ordinary day, Sherlock was wearing ordinary clothes, doing ordinary experiments, waving his ordinary whip, and acting like an ordinary man with a horse (?)

Sherlock knew that Jasmine was watching from the side, but she was silent, and he didn't bother to take the initiative to answer her.

"in a bad mood today?"

Seeing Sherlock finally put down his whip, Jasmine asked dryly.

"Two or ten minutes later, tell me the condition of the corpse." Sherlock put down his whip, and smiled perfunctorily at Jasmine.Then Jasmine said something, but Sherlock filtered it out as nonsense, and he noticed one thing——

"Lipstick, you put on lipstick today, you never put on lipstick before."

Question, is it a date?Oh no no no, she doesn't have a date. In fact, she will be on duty at the hospital all day today. Obviously, maybe it's to see me, okay delete the previous sentence maybe.Oh damn they all thought I broke up with vicky, right?

Jasmine subconsciously wanted to cover her lips, but she raised her hand and then put it back: "Um, I just want to change my image."

If she doesn't decide to speak out... then it's a gentleman's practice not to reveal.Sherlock glanced at it clearly, and then remembered what Jasmine seemed to have said just now.

"Sorry, what did you just say?"

"I mean do you want coffee?"

As if trying to figure something out, Sherlock probably still had the little brother Gaston Marco in his mind, and when he figured it out, he spoke quickly: "Coffee, two pieces of candy, thank you, I'm upstairs. "

In love with my microscope.

Jasmine probably agreed, and when Sherlock hurried upstairs, he thought that the coffee in Butts Hospital was really bad, but it was used as a refreshment in the early morning... This kind of bad taste is quite appropriate, Good for refreshing.

In fact, he quite liked the environment of the hospital, pale and pure.Generally speaking, the reaction of the observed can be directly observed here, and they cannot hide under this paleness.

He took out his phone and wanted to send a message to his girlfriend - then he habitually checked the signal, which was full at this time.

In fact, it is a bit rare in this room. The signal in this laboratory has always been poor.

Then he reacted immediately.

Oh...yes, it looks like Mycroft has messed up again.

Although the content of the text message was not very important, Sherlock still decided that maybe he could borrow Jasmine's mobile phone later when she came over. He didn't like to send a message to his girlfriend without being under the supervision of the fat man.

Obviously, Sherlock never thought that it would not be a good thing to borrow his crush's mobile phone to send messages to his girlfriend.

Sherlock's first reaction when he heard footsteps was that he might have some coffee, but in the next second he realized that there were two people, judging from his weight, it might be that Mr. Mike, and the other couldn't tell the difference.

Oh, here they come.

Looks like I have a cell phone.

"Things are right and people are wrong."

John Watson did not expect such a scene when he revisited Barts Hospital again.

A smile squeezed out of Mike's chubby face: "You didn't expect that, did you?"

Sherlock wondered again whether even Mike could not escape the fate of being fat and dead.

Then out of habit, he deducted a wave of reasoning about the visitor... Well, these ordinary people always do this, writing their own information on their faces.

However, a military doctor is quite suitable as a roommate.

Thinking of a very boring quarrel with Vicky, the corners of Sherlock's mouth curled up, and then recovered quickly.

Pretty good, he thought, fulfilling her girlfriend's request for his future roommate, isn't it.

"Mike can you lend me your mobile phone, my mobile phone has no signal." He said absent-mindedly, his eyes still haven't moved from the microscope.

Mike was stunned: "Is the landline broken?"

"I like sending messages." He got a little impatient.

Mike touched his pocket and shrugged: "It's in the coat."

"Here, use mine."

At this time, Watson still didn't know that the mobile phone he handed out was a key (.) that hides dark power, and its true power can be released in the hands of Mr. Holmes!

Sherlock's eyes opened wide, and he reluctantly looked away from the microscope.

Oh yo, very enthusiastic.

If I had other intentions, his information would have leaked countless times.

Of course, this crap is in my hands and combined with his own appearance... His information has been exposed long ago.

He reached out to take the phone, and entered Weiwei's phone number almost without hesitation.

[The fat man sneaked around with my phone again and messed with him.

sh.】

[I think I may have to meet a new roommate and move, I'm fed up with the house that doesn't even have a sofa in the living room.

sh.】

[The new roommate is a military doctor, as you wish.

sh.】

[No need to reply.The cell phone of the new roommate, he is still single, it is better for us not to provoke him.

sh.】

After sending three messages in one breath, Sherlock felt happy physically and mentally.

Well, he looked up, finally able to communicate with his new roommate.In fact, this kind of one-sided communication is quite boring, because there is no equivalent exchange of information at all, he just needs to confirm it.

"Afghanistan or Iraq?"

he asks.