[Comprehensive British and American] Capernaum

"Xiali." Mycroft decided to take the lead in breaking this awkward silence.

"Shut up, don't disturb my thinking." Sherlock interrupted unceremoniously, Dr. Watson frowned and said nothing.

"In that case." Mycroft decided to skip the farce just now. Anyway, no one in the Holmes family would care too much about the goldfish in this world. He raised his eyebrows, "I would like to ask, the little one in your pocket What about the elves?"

He pointed at the coat with the umbrella, and Sherlock jumped up like a cat whose tail was trampled, and grinned, "That's mine!"

"It's an unknown creature, and it may be dangerous to you." Mycroft said in a good voice.

"It's no wonder you're a fat man. You just want to take away my fun and study it in private." Sherlock put on a look of seeing off the guests, and said honestly to his brother, "You can go, I I didn't invite you."

Ah, here we go again, this kind of childish speech, Mycroft looked at the tip of his umbrella and sighed, Lestrade and Watson exchanged a complicated look, adding to the Holmes brothers, I always feel that I have too much to spare No, but it's not easy to see these two brothers at loggerheads.

"Ahem." The inspector coughed lightly, and said to the intelligence chief with a friendly face: "I think Sherlock knows what he's doing." And what's the danger, your camera is facing Baker Street 24 hours a day, Thomson How long has it been since Madam came, haven't you rushed back now?

Mycroft showed a shocked expression, and his face was full of grief and indignation of "Even you help him? You just get used to that brat". Of course, the inspector felt that he was probably pretending.Don't ask him why, this is a lesson of blood and tears, how many times he has been deceived by Mycroft, don't expect him to be fooled this time!

Sherlock smiled triumphantly, as if he had just turned six today.

"Let me see her." Mycroft backed off, and Sherlock hesitated for a moment before taking out Ronika from his pocket. The latter blinked her blue eyes and tilted her head to look at the intelligence chief who was facing a crisis of baldness. , inadvertently raised his hand and sprinkled a few petals.

The latter avoided the gardenia petals without leaving a trace, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said to his younger brother: "Well, Xiali, it seems that your childhood is not over yet, Flower Fairy, seriously?"

Sherlock wrinkled his nose, he knew that the fat man would have no good things to say.

"Okay, you're done reading, go away."

"Wait." Mycroft said regretfully, "Although I couldn't bring it back, I brought a gift." He pressed a note on his phone, and men in suits walked in and carried in a half Rengao's dollhouse is not the pink and tender princess style of the copyright madman, but a Hawaiian style seaside villa (dollhouse version). There is even a swimming pool next to the house, as well as a simulated duckling lifebuoy, green plants Swing with the wind around the villa.

The remaining three people present were silent.

"Isn't it good-looking? I asked someone to customize it." The high-end house handcrafted by the master of the doll house is a gift that is more face-saving.

Sherlock took a deep breath, held back his violent mood, and must not show timidity in front of the fat man, otherwise he would enjoy admiring his frantic appearance with relish. He tried his best to show a ferocious smile, and asked back: "Would you like to take this thing away?" Put it in my, the, apartment, are you out of your mind, Mycroft?"

Look at this damn dollhouse, where does it fit in the room?When the client comes to the door, they won't feel that the detective's childlike innocence is still there, they will only think that this person is unreliable, okay?

Mycroft shrugged, and pointed at the flower fairy with the umbrella: "Then let her live in the pocket of your clothes? This flower fairy has a really good temper."

Sherlock and Watson were silent. They, it seems, did let Ronika live in the coat pocket, and usually used the bottle cap to feed some milk tea and cut some bread and cakes.No, that's not the point!Aren't flower fairies supposed to live in flower buds?

Seeing that the detective was about to run away, Inspector Lestrade quickly pulled the intelligence leader out to avoid a bloody fratricidal scene.Watson covered his mouth and snickered, but Sherlock turned around abruptly and stared at him with death eyes.

"Throw this thing out," said the detective in a temper.

"If you want to throw yourself away, besides, I think it looks pretty, and Ronika has a place to live." The doctor shrugged.

"I don't care, there is no place to put it in the room, and I still need to put the experimental equipment."

"Need I remind you, Sherlock, this is our shared apartment, not your fucking laboratory!"

"..." The detective wrapped himself in the sofa, with a look of "I don't listen, I don't listen", the doctor finally couldn't help laughing, sat next to him, and tugged at the other person's clothes, the latter didn't moved, but lifted his shoulders to show that he was listening.

"Sherlock, I know...you are not very happy today." The doctor's voice was soft and low, "The matter of Pastor Thomson has nothing to do with you. When things happen, I will always subconsciously shirk responsibility, because if I admit that I am wrong, it will cause a major blow to my heart."

"Not everyone is a genius like you. Ordinary people like us, if we want to build up our self-esteem and sense of existence, we have to abide by the rules of society, and maintain our own existence by belittling others and shirking responsibility. If It’s us who are wrong, if others make us worthless, then why do we need to live? Once such a thought arises, it will be the worst nightmare.”

"On the battlefield, it is not the soldiers who fear the enemy that die the most, but the soldiers who deny war, otherwise they have the value of their own existence."

Ronika flew to the edge of the sofa and sat there quietly listening to the doctor. She saw the detective's face buried in the sofa, without any movement or expression.Finally, Sherlock spoke aloud: "I can probably understand what you want to express, thank you for these vague words, next time you can speak directly, John... But you misunderstood."

The doctor looked at him suspiciously.

"I didn't feel any uneasiness in my heart because of Pastor Thomson's death, or because Mrs. Thomson came to blame me." The detective revealed his head, with calm indifference in his eyes, "She was right, from beginning to end, I only solve crimes because I like the feeling of solving puzzles, and I have nothing to do with anyone, yes, I don’t care about them. The murderer, the victim, and the passerby who was hurt...I don’t care at all, John.”

"I'm a high functioning sociopath, remember?" he laughed shortly, self-deprecatingly.

Watson resisted the urge to beat someone, and said with a cold face, "You have to use this title to talk about things, right? Give yourself a seemingly unattainable psychological term, and you can solve the problem. What about all the problems in the world? Sherlock, if you really think so, your IQ is the same as that of a goldfish."

The good doctor expressed that he was angry, and decided to unilaterally fight with the detective for a long time. As a result, at night, Sherlock said "Do you want milk?" , replied: "I don't want sugar."

The next day, Watson rose early to go to work, leaving the detective alone, who was pressing Scotland Yard to do a background check.Mrs. Thomson is already a "celebrity" in the diocese of Antaxi, and it is not easy to ask more questions. Even Mrs. Laura complained.

Ronika slept very comfortably in the dollhouse yesterday. Mycroft gave the room a soft big bed, and all the materials were the same as the normal size.It is said that down is feather, and silk satin is silk satin. It is very elegant, which also makes Hua Fairy have a little better sense of this unfathomable intelligence leader.

"Ding dong." The doorbell rang, and Sherlock was wearing silk pajamas, walking up and down on the sofa, lost in self-thinking.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong." The doorbell got louder and louder, but still couldn't wake the detective, and Ronnie had to fly over and grab his ear.

"Someone is here." Hua Fairy said with her hands on her hips, "You don't necessarily want me to open the door, do you?"

The detective wrinkled his nose, reluctantly opened the door, and decided whoever was outside would be sprayed with the most pungent language in his face.However, the door opened, and there was a limp little girl standing outside the door, looking very shy, holding a bear doll in her arms.

"Annie?" Isn't this Mrs. Laura's youngest daughter?Don't have an adult with her?How did she come here alone?

The little girl was obviously frightened so much that when she saw the flower fairy, she rushed towards her while crying, almost crushing Ronika to death.Fortunately, Sherlock saw the right moment, grabbed Anne's collar with one hand, and let her sit on the sofa.

"How did you get here?" Sherlock asked blankly.

Annie was still crying, unable to calmly answer the question at all. In her crying, she could probably understand that the heads outside the doors and windows were getting closer and closer to her, and last night the ghosts came to find her again. Taking herself away, she stretched out her delicate arms, which were covered with blue and purple marks from being pinched out.

Ronika flew over comfortingly, stroking the little girl's hair, and the scent of gardenia gradually calmed the mind.

Sherlock rubbed his temples impatiently, and said, "She can't explain the situation at all, who is going to call Lestrade?"

The doctor is not at home, are you crazy enough to order a flower fairy the size of a thumb?Conscience, Sherlock, I'm not as tall as a mobile phone!Ronika gave the other party a hard look, and the latter raised a smirk, saying that you are not a flower fairy, hurry up and call, I just rescued you from Mycroft yesterday.

Ronika flew to the detective's desk to look for her mobile phone, but she didn't see where the mobile phone was placed after flying a few laps. Does this person dare to take care of her own desk!

Just as a child was crying, a detective was sitting on a chair playing darts, and a poor fairy was looking for a mobile phone, the Scotland Yard police burst through the door.Ronika immediately found cover and hid, while the police pointed their guns at the detective who was wearing pajamas and holding a dart in his hand.

"Hands up," yelled the policeman.

Sherlock was just stunned for a moment, then he understood what was going on, slowly raised his hand, looked sideways at little Annie, pursed his lips, and said, "At least let me wear a coat, the temperature outside is too low .”

"Don't play tricks." The little policeman is quite young and has a strong sense of justice, so he is ruthless to the criminals who deceive young girls, and almost shoots Sherlock in the face.

The detective turned out the coat pocket, indicating that there was nothing inside, then put it on, and glanced at the corner, telling her not to follow and stay by Anne's side.

Both the detective and the girl were taken to the police station, including the flower fairy who was secretly hiding in Anne's hair.Mrs. Laura hugged her daughter excitedly when she saw her daughter, but she also seemed surprised that Anne was found at Sherlock's house, and the police said she received an anonymous phone call.

Originally, this matter could be explained clearly. However, when the police questioned, the little girl Anne bit her lips, hugged the doll in her hand, and said in horror: "It was him, he brought me here, He made an appointment with me before and would take me to a fun place."

Ronika: ...Why are you kidding people's innocence with your empty teeth?