hp+ Detective---Flowing Water Life

Mycroft sat alone in front of the fireplace in the living room. There was a crackling flame in the fireplace, and a lamp was on on the table beside the fireplace. There was no other light source in the room.Mycroft sat there motionless, still wearing a suit and leather shoes.

The phone vibrated, and McCoff took it out to look at it, and after connecting it, he directly said hello, "Mummy, Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Mike, are you still working?"

"No, I'm already home."

"Oh, then you remember to have a big meal. I read the forecast and said that there will be snow in London today. Liz and the others are not at home. Take care of yourself."

"Christmas is supposed to have snow, Mommy, and Christmas isn't perfect without snow. Are Liz and the others all right?"

"Yes, Victoria and Edward are lovely, your dad and I are delighted to have them, you have no idea, there is more laughter in this house today than it has been in a month. Liz helped me scramble eggs today Lie, I think you are very lucky to meet Liz, only she can bear you."

"Mom, that's what everyone who knows me says."

Everyone has shortcomings. In Mycroft's heart, Liz is withdrawn and out of place, she can never find the focus of doing things, a kitchen killer, and loves shopping when she is in a good mood, but she also has many advantages.It is also a kind of happiness to live with a goldfish, feed her every day, tease her, watch her happy or distressed about some things, and sometimes break down and cry.

He was just wondering, if Liz hadn't been in my life, would I be all alone at the moment, without Edward, without Victoria, alone.

"Cheno, turn on the light."

The lights turned on one after another, the lights were yellowish, and the crystal chandeliers for decoration and the headlights for lighting were all shining brightly.The table in the dining room was full of food, and the sound of soft music pierced through the air. A huge Christmas tree was placed in the middle of the living room, and there were piles of green wrapping paper and boxes with silver ribbons underneath.Those were gifts Edward received.

McCoff stood up and walked to the dining room. The house elf pulled out the chair invisibly, and McCoff sat down.

"Master, I went to see the master and the young masters just now, and the young masters are all having a good time. The master asked me to tell you: eat and rest early, and we will return to London the day after tomorrow."

Mycroft picked up the knife and fork, "There is no way to go to bed early, after all, Christmas Eve is also a carnival night for some people. You don't need to tell your master this sentence."

~

"Apparently Miss Hope is in love."

Jasmine --- Sherlock's colleague and crush, felt very embarrassed. Sherlock was still reasoning aggressively, ignoring the obstruction of a group of friends, until he saw the gift package, which read: For Sherlock, rare, Xia Locke said "I'm sorry."

The scene was very embarrassing, Jasmine took a sip of red wine to cover up, Sherlock gave Jasmine a compensatory kiss, and then, the text message that sounded like a bed rang.

"It's not me." Jasmine hurriedly dismissed it.

"It's 57 text messages." John complained.

Sherlock walked quickly to the fireplace, took a box from the mantelpiece, and opened it to reveal a cell phone.

~

Mycroft, who was eating alone, got the call. "Sherlock, did you wish me a Merry Christmas when you called?"

"I think you'll find Irene Adler today."

"What if we find her? As you said before, we can't do anything to her if we find her."

"Mycroft, I'm talking about corpses." Hang up the phone.

Mycroft put down the phone and said to the air, "Cheno, put it away." He turned and looked out the French window, it was snowing in London, and snowflakes were flying one after another.

~

"Okay, I changed the quilts for you in advance, Edward, are you sure you don't want to sleep in Sherlock's room?"

"Grandma, I'm pretty sure."

"Well, good night Liz, good night children."

Edward was lying on the sofa, and Haru Yuki and the chubby Victoria were sleeping on the bed.

[Mom will tell you a story.Tell an oriental fairy tale. 】

The little chubby girl collapsed on the quilt immediately, Yuki Haru didn't care about her, Edward came back, with an audience, who cares about this perfunctory guy.

Edward was lying on the sofa, wearing a sweater and covering the quilt, watching Yuki Haru telling stories in sign language.

[Some people say that this is a story about justice and evil, but, in my opinion, this is a story about conspiracy and trickery.Long, long ago, there was a king who was called by later generations: King Zhou. ...]

"Mom, I will find an original book and read it. The short passage you told is so wonderful. Of course, if I can, I will also collect this history and read it carefully."

Yuki Haru was very relieved, she didn't tell anyone, she gradually forgot many things, her childhood, her origin.She has always suspected that, just like in a fairy tale, the way of heaven or the law is slowly erasing her memory like a rubber eraser.She wanted to leave something behind before she completely forgot about it.And this kind of thing to be left behind is by no means text or audio-visual.She didn't plan to retrieve this memory later, so Yumu Haru felt that it should be a love affair, a longing for his hometown and an inseparable attachment to his accent.

This is the reason why she worked hard to guide Edward to learn Chinese characters and ancient history.

Haru Yuki turned off the small desk lamp, and Edward opened his eyes in the dark. It was not just black magic. Magic spells have always been pronounced in the Latin family, but he used another language family, and the fairy tales told by his mother gave him a lot. inspiration.My mother once said, "The wind knows the strength of the grass, and the toughness knows the loyal ministers." He understood the first half of the sentence from it, and used the wind element to mobilize the air to perform magic, which is amazingly powerful.

Today, my mother told a lot of fairy tales, and I can try new spells during the summer vacation. Edward fell asleep satisfied.

morning

"Master, what the male master means is that you can stay here with the little master for a while. It's snowing heavily in London, and the roads are difficult to drive. When the road conditions improve, he will personally pick you up."

"What happened at home?" Edward asked.

"Everything is fine at home. It's Mr. Sherlock. He called the host on Christmas Eve. The host left the house in a hurry. It should be that something happened to Mr. Sherlock."

"Okay, Tuman, you go back first. Tell my father, mother and we will stay in the country for a while."

And Edward's grandparents were even more happy when they heard the news. The old lady had to take Edward with her when she went to church. The chubby Victoria girl often didn't cooperate. She liked to play with cranberries. Cranberries are that A golden retriever given to her by her grandparents.

As for Edward, there is no pressure to go to church. Yuki Haru asked him in private: Are you a wizard who goes to church without fear of God's blame?

The kid argued: I went there with a pious heart.

Life in the country is very happy, but also very lonely. Victoria couldn't bear it after staying for a few days. Before she completely broke out, Mycroft came back here.

[What happened in London? 】

Yuki Haru asked him in the courtyard.

Mycroft looked at his parents. The old people were very fond of grandchildren, and they were discussing cranberries with Victoria's chubby girl in the house.

"Irene Adler, she is a sex worker, has a special website, and provides certain people with some, um, pleasant punishment. And Sherlock has a different feeling for her."

[God, but that lady's past is not decent enough.What was Sherlock thinking? 】

"It's okay to be indecent, she has a lot of people in her hands, and everyone will be notorious if she makes trouble."

【Yes, it will indeed be like this, do you have something to fall into her hands? 】

"No, no, dear, it's a family member of my boss who is in her hands. A female relative. Very young."

Yuki Haru thought for a while, but she didn't find this character in her mind. Left and right had nothing to do with McCoff, so she didn't think about it.

【What does that have to do with Sherlock? 】

"I asked Sherlock to go find Irene Adler Hate Photos, and Sherlock missed it."

[It's a bloody story, Jean, I want to help my mother cook lunch, I work harder today, maybe I can help my mother chop vegetables. 】

Mycroft laughed, "Darling, since you were pregnant with Edward, until now, your cooking skills have been stuck in stirring liquids. Do you think you can cut potatoes in an afternoon?"

Yuki Haru was short-tempered, and it was not that he had never cooked before. Who knows how to fry potato chips or cut potato chips?

Yuki Haru took a few steps forward, and Mycroft pulled her back from behind, "That Adler is dead, Sherlock is very sad."

Yuki Haru nodded.

The next day, the old Sherlock Holmes and his wife reluctantly sent the eldest son's family away, and packed a bag of things for the younger son by the way for Mycroft to take to London.

"You have a lot of usable things at home, so use them instead of wasting them."

The family didn't go home, and drove directly to 221B. Sherlock was not at home, and rarely went to Barts Hospital.John is on a date, and there is only the landlady at home.

"This is Grandma's Christmas gift to Uncle Sherlock, as well as Uncle Sherlock's book and some other things, please pass it on."

"Oh, Edward, it's nice of you to be a boy now." The landlady was always so affectionate.

"Even though I'm late, I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year."

"Thanks, Edward. You too."

~

The pile of presents under the Christmas tree made Victoria jealous to death. After Edward graciously allowed her to help unwrap the presents, the little girl put away her jealousy. Sitting under the Christmas tree, Edward unwrapped a red packing box. It's a book with a card that reads: Thank you for the Christmas present, signed Hermione Granger.

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I lost my glasses during lunch, and now I am half-blind, and I will continue to update when I come back.