[Comprehensive] Curly detective fancy strategy

Mycroft helplessly looked at Sherlock's appearance of needing him more and more to send him to a mental hospital, and sighed helplessly.The dead should rest in peace.

"What's the correct way? Damn it, it's the most correct way for you not to touch her!"

Sherlock still struggled without giving up, but it was futile in his brother's hands.

"John, don't listen to him, do you hear me!"

Sherlock couldn't get an answer from Mycroft, so he had to start with Dr. Watson, after all, he was soft-hearted and easy to talk.

Watson glanced awkwardly at his cohabiting roommate, who was described as quite embarrassed, and then at his strong brother who could not be rejected. He couldn't help but whispered to McCoff and said, "Why don't we just leave it like this for now?"

"Sorry, Dr. Watson, I may not have heard what you said just now."

There was a reserved smile on the corner of Mycroft's mouth, but his eyes turned cold: "Are you crazy? Do you know what you're talking about? Are you going to condone Sherlock's crazy behavior? Or do you think he's doing the right thing?"

"No, I don't agree, it's just Sherlock him,"

Dr. Watson quickly refuted Mycroft's words, but he looked at Sherlock so pitifully at this moment, he was just a poor man who had just lost his lover, so what's the point of satisfying his request?

"I must say, Dr. Watson, that your sympathy is always misplaced."

The corners of Mycroft's lips raised slightly and he said in a reserved tone: "Obviously this will harm Sherlock, so please bury her well. Otherwise, you wouldn't want to see me send someone to do it, would you?"

McCoff turned his head to look at Watson and smiled gently, but it only made Watson feel deep malice and threat from it.

"No, no, I'm her friend, and I should handle this matter."

Poor Helen, why do you have to face these situations after death?Dr. Watson sighed inwardly for his friend.

Sherlock, who had been neglected by them all this time, was going to be furious when he saw that Watson was easily dealt with by McCoff!

"No, you are not allowed to touch her, even if you bury her, I will dig her out."

Watson & Mycroft: "..." They really underestimated Sherlock. Could it be that he has some strange necrophilia?

Mycroft's expression was even more subtle, and he felt a little guilty and remorseful. It was his negligence in taking care of his younger brother that made him what he is now.

"Hey, Sherlock, you, then I can only put you in confinement!"

When Sherlock heard McCoff's words, he was so angry that he jumped up and stretched out his foot to kick him, but naturally he was unsuccessful.

"Mycroft you bastard!"

Mycroft didn't seem to hear Sherlock's roar. He nodded to Dr. Watson and prepared to take Sherlock away.

Sherlock's eyes were fixed on Helen's body all the time, and then he shifted his eyes to Watson's body, and there was even a bit of pleading in his eyes.

Watson couldn't bear to look away from Sherlock who was so submissive. He was afraid that if he looked at it again, he would soften his heart and agree to Sherlock's request.

Seeing Watson like this, Sherlock almost felt despair.

Could it be that he was able to pull Helen back from the brink of death, but killed her because of the oolong caused by the two people, Mycroft and Watson.

Even if Sherlock told them about wizards and vampires now, they would only think that his illness had worsened and would not believe him.

"Sorry, did I come to the wrong place, is this a gangster?"

Just at this critical moment, Rebecca finally arrived.

After seeing the scene in the room, especially Sherlock's distressed appearance, she raised her eyebrows and smiled happily.

Sherlock had never looked at Rebecca pleasingly at this moment, and he hurriedly said to her: "Help me get them away, they are going to bury Helen."

"What?!" Rebecca was also taken aback by these words. Although it would be fine for a vampire to be buried deep in the ground, it would be troublesome for a newborn.

"No, absolutely not, I can't let you do that."

Before Dr. Watson understood what happened here, he only saw the afterimage of Rebecca, and then he and the agents fell down.

It's not the first time Sherlock has seen the teleportation of vampires, but he still feels surprised and unbelievable.

However, Mycroft, who was specially ignored by Rebecca, still looked the same when he saw all this unscientific thing, which made Sherlock, who had been staring at him, feel a little disappointed.

"Who is he? It seems to be the leader of these people." Rebecca glanced at Mycroft and asked Sherlock.

Rebecca's statement immediately made Sherlock burst into laughter, and McCoff's image of a high-end government official was immediately described as a gangster leader.

"It's just a fat man who is too nosy and has a strong desire to control. Just ignore him."

Sherlock said this to Rebecca nonchalantly, but Mycroft, who had always been reserved and upright, couldn't help retorting: "Sherlock, it's just a little bit from me as an elder brother. It's just a little concern, you don't have to say it so badly."

"Shut up!" Sherlock yelled angrily at Mycroft.

However, Rebecca looked at them in surprise and said: "So you are brothers, but you don't look alike in any way. No, there is one thing,"

Rebecca smiled as if remembering something: "You all have a kind of arrogance that deserves to be beaten. It's just that one is exposed and the other is hidden."

Sherlock snorted disdainfully at Rebecca's words, but Mycroft smiled decently at Rebecca.

He turned to look at Sherlock and said to him, "Sherlock, won't you introduce me to your friend?"

"In order to save your poor three views, I don't want to do this." Sherlock sneered.

McCoff didn't care if he hit a snag, but just looked at Rebecca with a smile on his face.

"Rebecca Michaelson is what you humans call a vampire."

"Oh I got it."

Mycroft nodded knowingly, but he still couldn't tell what his expression was from his unchanged face.

"Is it feasible to just tell me your identity like this?" Mycroft looked at Rebecca and asked.

Rebecca said indifferently: "It's okay to tell you, you won't remember anyway."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, but before he could say anything, Sherlock got impatient and said, "What are you talking about with him, hypnotize them quickly, Helen is still waiting for you."

"Hey, I'm not your subordinate, don't order me, it's just for Helen."

Even if she became friends with Sherlock temporarily, Rebecca still didn't like him, just because of Helen's face.

"Hypnosis?" Mycroft looked at Sherlock meaningfully, and Sherlock looked back at him without fear.

Hmph, maybe I can ask Rebecca to take special care of McCoff's hypnosis later, such as adding something interesting to his memory.

After Rebecca hypnotized Watson and others, when she walked up to Mycroft, Sherlock looked at his brother and asked Rebecca maliciously: "I remember you said , your hypnosis can make the hypnotized people believe that the words that come out of your mouth are their deep-rooted memories."

"Yes, that's right, what do you want me to do?"

Rebecca crossed her arms and looked at Sherlock's insidious appearance and asked.

"Oh, nothing, I just want you to hypnotize Mycroft saying he hasn't been here today, just went to a gay bar to have a good time."

Mycroft & Rebecca: "...."

"My stupid brother, do you think that even if this memory appears in my mind, and such an unreasonable thing that doesn't fit my style suddenly appears, I won't doubt it?"

Sherlock grinned at Mycroft and said harshly, "That's your business."

"Okay, get started, Rebecca! My brother may need something out of the ordinary!"

Sherlock looked at Mycroft who looked like a well-behaved brother at this moment, but what he was going to do matched the words in his mouth, but it was disgusting no matter how you looked at it.

Rebecca looked at them and raised her eyebrows. She actually liked the joke.

However, Mycroft was not afraid at all, and even had that elegant and decent smile on his face all the time, looking at Sherlock more like looking at a naughty little boy.

"Hey, Sherlock, when will you really learn to be more mature?"

Sherlock took this as Mycroft's dead duck and ignored him, but urged Rebecca to act quickly.

"Okay." After Mycroft also fell down, Rebecca looked into his eyes and told him what Sherlock expected.

Only then did Sherlock raise the corners of his lips in satisfaction, hum, fat man, you have this day too!