[Comprehensive] Curly detective fancy strategy

Although Mycroft's self-cultivation is not generally good, he is also heartbroken to have such a younger brother.

"So, it's brother, also, mortal enemy?"

Helen turned her head to look at Sherlock, then at Mycroft, and concluded innocently and timidly.

The Holmes brothers choked at the same time, looked at each other but turned away in disgust.

"Miss Evans, thank you for getting to know you, and please take care of my brother Sherlock."

Mycroft concluded his remarks to Helen in the elegant and reserved official voice that Sherlock hated most, because he had a feeling that today's meeting and conversation would not be able to continue.

As for whether it was because of Sherlock making trouble, or because of Helen's unreasonable playing of cards, or both.

Helen had never been surprised or wondered why Mycroft seemed to know a lot about her, she didn't think Sherlock had told him.

After all, no matter how you look at it, Sherlock will never be such a person.

But Mycroft is Sherlock's brother, isn't he?Sherlock can see things at a glance, why can't he?

Helen sighed from the bottom of her heart, being with the Holmes brothers really relieved her worries.

They are so considerate and understanding. If everyone outside was like them, she wouldn't be so repulsed to get along with them.

Mycroft, who sees through everything, is suspiciously silent. Besides goldfish, have human beings produced strange new species?Sure enough, he is still not good at dealing with humans.

However, this did not hinder his subordinates in the slightest. Mycroft reached over the seat and took the bag of money next to Sherlock.

"You insidious and cunning fat man!"

Sherlock sprang to his feet to grab it, but Mycroft dodged it with incredible agility that didn't suit his size.

Helen hid from the side, shrinking her body as much as possible, lest they accidentally touch her.

Sherlock slumped heavily on the back seat, hammered the seat twice, and turned his face away from seeing the smug expression on Mycroft's obnoxiously fat face.

The corners of Mycroft's mouth did rise higher and higher: "Sherlock, this is your punishment for disobedience. I will confiscate the money."

Sherlock gritted his teeth, and ruthlessly pulled his smiling face, but his face was distorted to a certain degree of horror: "Fatty man, Helen won half of this place! Do you have the nerve to steal the lady's money?"

Hearing this, Mycroft gave Helen a deep look in astonishment, but it was this look that made Helen's peerless beauty, which had been neglected before, appear before his eyes.

He couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air, raised the corners of his lips meaningfully and said in admiration: "Perfect, as expected of Helen!"

Helen shrank back somewhat helplessly, curling her fingers unconsciously.

She knew that she was beautiful, but she didn't realize how beautiful she was, let alone the power and horror of this beauty.

It's just that this kind of gaze on her made her really uncomfortable.

"Fatty, bring the money!"

Sherlock stepped in front of Helen, and reached out to Mycroft rudely.

Mycroft smiled kindly, but the way he looked at Sherlock made him feel ill-intentioned.

"Sherlock, this is not for you, this is for Miss Evans."

As he spoke, Mycroft asked his subordinates to hand over the money Helen won in the bag to her.

Helen glanced at Sherlock carefully, took out a tissue and took it over her hand.

Mycroft sent the two of them back to the house Sherlock rented. As soon as he entered the room, Sherlock couldn't wait to take the bag of money from Helen.

He divided it into two and handed one to Helen: "Here you are, your reward."

Helen was startled, she was a little surprised: "No, this is yours."

Helen doesn't gamble, she just thinks that she has completed a task for Sherlock.

What's more, the deposit was from Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't care, and completely ignored Helen's words.

He strode into the inner room, took off his windbreaker and scarf and threw it away, Helen had to follow behind him, wrapped his hands in silk handkerchiefs, picked them up and hung them up properly.

Sherlock was in a good mood at the moment. Seeing the gift from Helen on the table, he unceremoniously opened it.

However, looking at the cute bear hat lying quietly inside the gift box, his face turned dark all of a sudden.

"Is this the gift you gave me?"

Sherlock held the hat between his fingers with a look of disgust, and questioned Helen with his brows furrowed tightly.

When Helen saw Sherlock's appearance, she felt a little apprehensive, and asked nervously, "You don't like it?"

"Am I the one who likes this kind of thing in your heart? Or am I not thinking when I go out to buy gifts?"

Sherlock looked at Helen in surprise, and roared at her through gritted teeth.

Helen defended herself in a low voice: "But, the professor said, men like them all."

Sherlock's calm face was completely filled with a kind of sneer: "Oh, it seems that your professor is a precious little boy who still needs to ask his mother for milk."

Helen plucked up the courage to stare at Sherlock, and retorted: "No, the professor is gentle, mature, elegant, steady, a man!"

The last two words were bitten hard by Helen, but Sherlock just said: "Hehe!"

The matter of the hat was settled, but Helen was still very depressed.

After all, she really wanted to thank Sherlock, but the gift she gave failed.

Of course, she didn't think about this matter to her professor Moriarty, after all, Helen was not a person who would vent her anger.

In order to calm down her emotions today, Helen decided to eat an extra cake today.

She went to the cake shop she frequented to buy a double serving of small cakes and took them home. She opened the refrigerator and it was full of milk, and the ingredients could only be seen in a small corner.

Although she didn't like it very much, Helen obediently made herself a small portion of spaghetti.

She struggled to finish the few noodles, and then picked up the milk and cake and enjoyed them happily.

She squinted her eyes and licked the cream on her lips, as if her whole body and mind felt better.

The letter she sent last time finally received a reply from Bulgaria Rose. Helen sat at the desk and read it seriously.

"Dear Helen, I'm sorry that I've been busy recently and didn't reply to your letter in time. Oh, sweetheart, to be honest, the big detective won't like your gift, and your good professor doesn't know what it is. .”

"From what you have said, from the perspective of my experience in men, he is conceited, proud, childish and stubborn, quite a boring man who doesn't understand style. Oh, maybe, that cute little bear hat is really real. Maybe it suits him."

Helen: "..."

Helen felt that after reading Bulgaria Rose's reply, she seemed to be even more tired. Forget it, she should figure out the gift on her own in the future.

Vaguely, she subconsciously labeled Bulgarian Rose and Professor Moriarty as unreliable in giving gifts.

"Hey Helen, why haven't I seen you over lately?"

Just as Helen put down the easel and arranged it, she heard a charming and pure British voice, it was her painting friend Klaus.

The author has something to say: I just watched the fourth season, and I have to say that Peanut's hairstyle is so hot, it really makes me uncomfortable.Although for me personally, the charm of Curly Fortune does not depend on his face, but I think he has gone through a lot of vicissitudes in the fourth season. Is it the fault of Doctor Strange?

A new case is about to start hehe

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