[Comprehensive] High IQ and Mary Sue

When he was in junior high school, Louis bought a new computer at home, so the computer at home can carry LOL.

Then because Ellie dragged Louis into the pit, Louis bought another computer for more convenient...entertainment, leisure.

In order to hang and beat Sherlock in the game, Ellie secretly applied for a trumpet to hug her father's thigh.

Louis wouldn't take her because when she's too bad Ellie usually-

"Dad! Take me to the top! You are my real father!!!"

Louis shook his leg and shook his leg, trying to throw his daughter out of his lap.

"You are a sucker, you have no dreams, you don't want to win, you just want to wave."

"And even if I don't take you with me, I'm still your own father."

Father Louis cruelly abandoned his daughter.

But it doesn't matter if you match it once in a while and then knock it down.

Louis is still willing to take Ellie's trumpet to practice more. Ellie turned around and ran out to hug Sherlock's thigh.

Then on this day, the father and daughter drove in the dark happily.

"Hey Dad," while waiting for the loading interface, Ellie suddenly discovered the new land, "We have matched Sherlock with this, this, and this!"

"He just went offline and told me he was going to sleep, and he secretly played games!"

The most embarrassing thing is meeting each other in the game despite saying goodnight to each other.

Louis frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

"Hey, it's rare for him to come to matchmaking. It's boring not to play ranked, and he doesn't want to play with me," Ellie said brokenly, "I want to win, I want to win, I want to win~! Let him not take me. "

Louis said casually: "Sherlock likes to show off so much, he must be playing ADC?"

"No, he likes to play wild."

Louis: Well I know what he's up to.

"Follow me and I will help you," he said slowly, "don't be beaten to death by you Sherlock."

I just want to see you being beaten to death by him, and then the two of you cut off your friendship.

Louis smiled.

>>>>>>>>

Ellie fell asleep.

Sherlock wanted to hold her together, but felt the feeling of lost and found rushing at his brain and making him unable to wake up.

He hugged her, saw that she was asleep, and took out the cigarette case from under the pillow.

I want to smoke a cigarette to calm down, but I don't want to walk away from her.

The phone screen lit up.

Sherlock glanced, it was Mycroft.

Forget it.

He stood up, holding the phone and cigarette case in one hand, and gently pulled Ellie from the back of her neck with the other.

"It bothered you?"

Sherlock noticed it the second Ellie opened her eyes, and he asked her in a low voice.

She shook as if she didn't react.

"Sherlock?"

She couldn't see her eyes clearly in the dark, but Sherlock understood something in an instant.

He gave a long sigh.

"Sherlock...?"

She seemed to finally come to her senses and called his name again.

"I'm here," he said calmly, "What do you want to eat at noon, you sleep a little longer, and I'll call you after lunch."

Allie could be seen blinking.

"I want to eat everything, I'm so hungry."

He lowered his head and kissed his lips, just sticking it lightly.

"it is good."

Sherlock got out of bed and looked back before opening the door. Ellie was looking at him with her eyes open.

"Rest well, don't worry about not being able to sleep at night."

The sharp point protruding from the small ball on the bed was her head, which nodded slightly.

Sherlock pushed the door open, letting in a little light, and closed it quickly.

Ellie nestled under the quilt alone, rubbed over to the place where Sherlock had fallen asleep before, and closed her eyes again.

Sherlock was standing at the door, about to call back, when Mycroft called again, and he simply answered the phone as he walked towards the balcony.

"Mycroft, I guess what you're trying to tell me now has something to do with Ellie? If it doesn't, I might be impatient."

"Including bizarre cases?"

There joked.

Sherlock was silent.

He happened to see Robert. He covered the microphone and reported to Robert a few dishes that Ellie liked to eat in the past. Considering that Ellie might not have a good appetite now, he told him to prepare some dried cranberries, and asked Robert to tell the kitchen that the taste was slightly better. Lighten up.Then the phone call continued.

"Ah, family man, I get it," Mycroft joked deliberately. "Amazing growth, Sherlock."

"In 30 seconds, if you don't tell me why you came, I will hang up and go to sleep," Sherlock poured out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it in his mouth, and dug it out of the slippers behind the flowerpot on the balcony. He took out his lighter and lit it, "Please start your show."

"You won't go to Ellie's side smelling of smoke," Mycroft over there said in a clear voice, "well, let me explain why I'm here. Little Mary is a little malnourished, and I asked Anthea to invite her." A nutritionist, by the way, is also taking care of our suffering Ellie, and the family doctor should arrive after lunch."

"Then there is another important thing. Regarding Ellie's experience this year, I asked Anthea to organize a document and send it to you. I have to admit that you caught Lex Krull too fast. As a result, Mr. Krull didn’t do much planning,” Mycroft paused, “Ellie has been supported by the money Kruel left after she was brought to Nepal. Transferred to a small island in his part of the Indonesian sea, of course we found out before he could."

Sherlock took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"That was my biggest mistake, Mycroft." His voice was hoarse from smoke.

"It's a good thing she's still alive, Sherlock," Mycroft paused for a long time, maybe because he didn't expect his brother to admit it so honestly, "I guess there might be PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) ...Do you need Anthea to hire a private psychiatrist for you?"

"I can do it myself." He leaned his elbow on the railing outside the window. "How is Tom now?"

He knew that Mycroft was referring to himself, and perhaps he too was a victim of PTSD.

"Oh wow Tom your dad finally remembered you..."

"Mike, of course my dad will think of me!"

Hearing the sound of his son bouncing around, the corners of Sherlock's mouth slightly curved.

"Dad!" It was obvious that Tom had snatched the phone at this moment.

"Be nice, Tom."

Mycroft's voice came faintly from the microphone.Obviously, Mycroft was just talking, and didn't mean to reprimand him.

Sherlock could still hear his son giving Mycroft a little smack.

"Tom, Dad has something to tell you." The cigarette was burning a little too much, he flicked it lightly, dropped some ash, and took another puff, "Tell you, Uncle Mike, to go away."

"Did you hear Mike, my dad wants you to go away!"

"I thought you knew it was my phone you were holding, did you throw it away, Tom?"

After finally listening to the silence over there, Sherlock heard Tom's obedient voice through the phone's microphone.

"What's wrong with Dad?"

"I saw my sister! My sister is so cute! She will take the initiative to hold my hand! Although my mother said that I will always be her baby, I decided to force my sister to share A little bit, only a little bit, because I will also like her very much, if she takes mommy and daddy and wants me to like her, that would be too greedy!"

Sherlock didn't interrupt, as if the entire facial muscles were relaxed, he laughed softly.

"Well, there's more."

Tom rambled on, from Mary scratching her finger to how many saliva bubbles Mary spit out of her small mouth, explaining everything clearly.

"My little sister is really small. Did I grow up like this too?"

Sherlock threw the cigarette holder off the balcony - his own garden below.

But it was better to be picked up by the gardener than to be found by Ellie, and better than to be found by Tom.

"Well, you were a little older than her when you were young, and you were about three catties heavier than her during the same period."

He hadn't had time to hug his daughter yet, so he could only take a rough look.

"Tom, Mom is very guilty."

There was a sudden silence on Tom's side.

Sherlock leaned against the balcony railing.

"Ellie is guilty of missing Tom's first year of primary school, and she's guilty of having a child who will share her love with you when she returns."

The sun was hot on the back of his neck.

He wasn't used to saying things like that.

It was weird, but he didn't want Ellie to have to worry about it, especially since she looked so haggard.

Tom didn't speak, but Sherlock didn't stop either.

"Mom and Dad are very happy because you like Mary," he said softly. "This is your sister, your family, you know?"

"I wouldn't be so naive to compete with such a small guy!" The voice over there was a little bit unwilling to admit defeat, and even raised the volume.

Sherlock didn't remind him just now that he was saying that Mary could only have a little bit of mother's love, just a little bit.

The balcony door was suddenly pushed open.

Sherlock looked up and saw Ellie straightened up and stood in front of her in an instant: "Why are you awake?"

Ellie was still wearing her pajamas, and the originally fitting pajamas looked a little thin at this moment. Ellie squinted at him, obviously smelling the smell of smoke.

"Are you talking to Tom?"

"mom!"

Tom's voice was aggrieved.

Sherlock passed the microphone over, and then put his hand on her waist naturally.

Ellie frowned and patted his hand lightly, but didn't say anything.

"Tom," her voice was gentle, "mother wanted to tell you face to face, but I didn't expect my father to call you in advance."

"Tom, Mommy will always love you," she looked at Sherlock with a smile, "So does Dad."

The author has something to say: Yesterday I had a long chat with Chang Yixiang about the mainline.

I was a little impulsive when I started the article, I wanted to write about Ellie cheating on her death, I wanted to write about a cookie, I wanted to write about a single father.It's all written down.Then my original main idea focused on the period when Sherlock was in high school.Because Sherlock mentioned in the original play is interested in reasoning and the first case involved was in high school (there is also a personal reason that high school is more suitable for dating).There are too many places where it says cute, so it's a bit free.

A little sad.

But luckily I remembered later...

Damn, isn't the original intention of writing this article just to spread sugar?Don't you just want to write about Sherlock's growth history and Sherlock's life after the plot of "Shen Xia"?

So, seriously.

Take this article as an extra episode of Shenxia.

Promise me that you will continue to love me, okay?