[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

The lady who understood the ins and outs of the matter couldn't help showing a meaningful smile.

"Suddenly I don't think movies are as interesting as what happened to my youngest son."

Sure enough.

Sherlock almost wanted to close his eyes in pain.

Fatty Mycroft is troublesome.

"I thought the movie was fun."

Sherlock stared intently at the man in the movie, what is this movie about?Oh boring historical piece.He hates it.

"We all know where the problem is, Sherlock," Madam laughed a little narrowly, she especially liked watching her little son's expression pretending nothing happened, reminding her of how cute he was when he was a child, "Your Students don’t text you like that.”

"Yeah so she graduated."

Sherlock didn't bat an eye when he lied.It may also be because the statement is true.

"Nor will your assistant."

"Yeah so I haven't acknowledged her as my assistant yet."

Yes, he didn't acknowledge the man who couldn't help him much yet as an assistant.Although viky can help him with breakfast, lunch and dinner, his urge to take Mr. Skeleton with him when he appears on the scene, and all the interpersonal negotiations he doesn't like, he hasn't admitted that to his brother and his y yet. is his assistant.

Sherlock's two family members still understand Sherlock's little thoughts, after all, this is the favorite word game of the Sherlock Holmes family.

It's not a lie.

"Well if you guys are going to keep looking at me like that, let's end this movie happily," Sherlock said, turning his head to his mother, "I mean, Dad might be about to text me and tell me to brought you back."

"Your father has already run to the Cavendish Laboratory like a joke," the lady narrowed her eyes with a smile, "His student seems to have proposed a very feasible experiment, and he is crazy happy."

Oh, well, if that's the case, Sherlock turned to Mycroft.

"In order to be with y, I put off all the official business, and I don't even have anyone to send text messages." Mycroft raised his eyebrows, and in Sherlock's eyes, he looked like he deserved a beating.

Maybe it knocked out his tooth and saved him from having to have a root canal because his tooth was damaged by eating sweets.

Sherlock turned his face back to the movie screen, and the two next to him were holding back their laughter and did not speak.

What a bad day.

What a breakdown.

After the movie ended, the two of them walked around the shopping mall with their mother, who didn’t know why her shopping desire suddenly rose. After the tour, they found a Chinese restaurant nearby for dinner. The tiredness of the day didn’t end until Mr. Holmes’ message arrived on his wife’s phone. journey.

After sending his wife to the car, the two brothers sighed in a rare tacit understanding.

"Smoking?" Mycroft turned to his brother.

"Of course." Sherlock shrugged.

Mycroft took out a cigarette case from his coat pocket, handed one to his brother, took another in his mouth, and then took out the lighter.

Sherlock held the cigarette close to the small flame, lit it, took it away, and took a deep breath.

At this moment, the two are incomparably brothers.

Mycroft also held the cigarette in his mouth, and the two of them were walking and talking on the side of the bustling street, accompanied by the rising smoke.

"Y will stay here for three days," Mycroft's voice was not as mellow as he used to make reports because of smoking, "after that, I will go to Antarctica with my father to see penguins."

"It seems that it is not easy for father to squeeze out these three days to do the experiment." Sherlock blew a smoke ring, "It is not easy for you to squeeze out an afternoon. Shopping is tiring and exhausting, if it is not because of you If you eat too much for dinner, I'll think you've had a pretty healthy day."

He laughed out loud.

Mycroft laughed lowly too.

"Don't talk about that, Sherlock."

His cell phone vibrated, and he knew that the group of goldfish would never leave him, so he was going to urge him to go back now.Mycroft frowned slightly, determined to settle his brother's little problem.

"I respect that your *doesn't look at your phone, and I'm going to venture to assume those messages are from your... grads."

The atmosphere that was finally relaxed suddenly became tense again. Sherlock held the cigarette in his hand and shook the ash, a little impatiently.

"Yes, so what." Sherlock's tone was heavy, making it impossible to judge emotions.

Of course Mycroft knew he was being short-tempered.

When it was more exaggerated, Mycroft would indeed look at Sherlock's mobile phone records, but then he didn't.

All he cares about now is...

"Erly, you are too conniving with Viky." His tone was low and he spoke slowly.

He was right.

Sherlock knew it himself.

"I thought you would accuse me of indifference if I wasn't indulgent enough."

His voice was hard.

"You know I won't," Mycroft shook his head slightly, showing some helpless feeling, "You know I won't."

Both were silent.

"Well, indeed, Victoria Mayer is a good boy," this sentence seemed to compromise, "good enough, but also obedient enough, I know what your idea is, after viky learns her things I can come back and be your assistant—after all, it’s rare for you to teach someone to spend time and affection, and you don’t want to waste this effort.”

"Stop the loss in time, Erly, you taught her that."

His tone returned to his usual calm.

The phone in my pocket was still vibrating.

"I have nothing to lose." Sherlock's tone was equally calm.

There was a bit of stalemate, neither of them spoke, they walked straight forward.

"maybe."

After all, Mycroft hadn't expressed his views directly to his brother, and when Victoria Mayer really left, Sherlock would adapt quickly.

He was in a hurry.

"Okay," Mycroft rarely compromised, perhaps the recent busy business made him feel... tired, he was really tired, "So, when are you going to let her go?"

Sherlock didn't answer, but said to him: "It seems that the gang who can't live without you have come to fetch you, dear brother - I don't need you to worry about my affairs."

He walked quickly to the front, waved with the hand that was not holding a cigarette, and walked straight away.

Mycroft stood where he was, watching his brother's back as he walked away, unable to distinguish his emotions.

His assistant put away his mobile phone and came to him respectfully: "Sir, it's time to go back, the Minister of Finance is waiting to see you."

Mycroft withdrew his gaze and walked to the side of the car. Someone had already opened the door, bowing his waist and waiting for him to get in.

So goldfish always need a leader.However, after working all afternoon, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, who seldom worked overtime, was willing to ask for an interview at night.

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Instead of taking a taxi, Sherlock walked back to Queen Street, just long enough for him to let off the smell of a cigarette after he finished a cigarette.

It's not that he hasn't thought about the question raised by Mycroft, but he also has the answer.He didn't feel it was a loss.

He was...not like Mycroft.

Back on Queen Street, it was rare to see that the lights were off, and his assistant... he glanced at his shoes, well, maybe he went back to his room.

It's only eight o'clock in the evening. Did you just go to bed or take a nap until this point?I'm so lazy.

He was a little disgusted, and turned on the light switch, but instead of calling his assistant immediately, he sat on the sofa and looked at his phone.

[I went to see my future teacher today. Although I admire his academic achievements, I am so desperate. 】

【Ah, it's really the feeling of graduating rather than simply changing your name. I'm so desperate and want to repeat a grade】

【Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I don't think I can meet a professor who is as handsome as a professor again

[I don’t want to call anyone else a professor in the future/I feel a little lonely in my heart, and even feel a little desolate.jpg]

【So desperate, do you think the professor will abandon me after I leave quq/You are going to lose your baby.jpg】

……

That's a lot to talk about.

Sherlock quickly scrolled down the phone record.

No one can reply and talk so much for self-entertainment?

The last message was at 16:02, and it looked like his grad had slept for four hours.

It's time to wake that guy up.

Sherlock sat up from the sofa and walked straight to Vivi's room.

The door pushed open, and he flicked the light switch mercilessly.

"Graduate, it's time to wake up, or you will miss the slice you made last night."

The person on the bed was silent.

Sherlock frowned strangely, walked to the bed in two steps and tried to pull someone out of the bed.

Weiwei grabbed the quilt.

"I still want to sleep..."

The sound is not right.

Sherlock reacted immediately and pulled down the quilt. His intern assistant stubbornly twisted his body to the side and refused to get up, his face was buried in the pillow.

Sherlock was quick to tear off Weiwei's pillow, but Weiwei held onto it tightly and did not move. With Sherlock's pulling movement, she almost rolled Sherlock's hand and pillow into her arms.

And Sherlock, who had unintentionally made light of Weiwei, quickly realized that the temperature was a little high.

Have a fever?

"I assumed it was a stupid mistake to have a fever in this weather," Sherlock said, pulling his hand out and pressing it to Vivi's forehead.

Even considering the factor of just getting up, the temperature is too high.

Speaking of being an assistant, in the end it was he who had to take care of her condescendingly, so she should have graduated earlier.Sherlock probably thought so in his heart, or maybe he was still worried.

If he wasn't worried... why would he think about it like this.

Now he didn't force her to get up, but simply turned around.Weiwei, who was burned to the point of unconsciousness, nestled peacefully.

After a few minutes, the door opened again.

"Take your temperature, primary school student." Sherlock's tone was a little bad, and he accurately stuffed the thermometer into her mouth just as Vivi turned over.

Thinking of the cotton swab that Weiwei stuffed in when Weiwei helped him quit, Sherlock actually felt a ballsy joy in his heart.Of course, such childish emotions had been thrown behind him the moment he noticed it.

After burning like this, I really hope not to turn back into a goldfish.

He looked at the flushed face of his intern assistant with inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

Hey, troublesome.