[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

"The plan has changed temporarily, so... Happy Christmas Eve~" Barala said in a high voice, holding the bag in her hand and smiling at Sherlock who came out of the house.

For a moment, Sherlock suddenly felt that the act of hugging might really be able to express some emotions.

But he held back.

And Barala heard Sherlock's blue-green eyes say in a relaxed tone: "Aha~ This is a wonderful Christmas Eve, isn't it?"

Regardless of whether Sherlock thinks this Christmas Eve is interesting or not, anyway, McCoff hates Christmas the most. It is clear that the sun has not yet set, but for him who does not need to deal with official duties today, he always feels like spending his days at home like a year. This kind of timeless days made him almost have the illusion that the British Prime Minister was about to change.

Hearing the movement, he turned his head and took a look.

Ba Lala smiled and offered the gift she had prepared to the generous boss.

Barala: "It's the creme pudding flown in from the most famous dessert shop in the United States. Merry Christmas... Boss McCoff wearing a red scarf."

In order to exaggerate the festive atmosphere, Mycroft, who was dressed in an elegant three-piece suit, was forced to wear a Christmas red scarf woven for him by his mother. Comparing his aura with the lovely scarf, the two feelings were magically created A kind of honey sauce style.

Mycroft: "……."

He silently accepted the dessert, and still had the urge to take off the scarf, but was glared at by his mother, and put it back on blankly.

Mycroft's worrying hairline head: "I really don't understand why the master should wear such a disgusting color scarf."

Mycroft immediately had a neck with a double chin: "Ugh, it's not as good as the kind of gray scarf that the master's mother bought for Sherlock."

Sherlock Holmes's family has the same thin lips: "Boring Christmas, boring, boring, and continue to suffer after dessert."

Barala: ... Only at this time can she be sure that Sherlock and Mycroft must have been born by the same mother... Tsundere.

Reciprocity, Mycroft still raised his chin habitually and said: "The gift will be on your card."

!!!

Ba Lala decided to take back her words, what a tsundere, she is obviously a good and considerate boss.

Barala laughed like a flower, and pretended for a while: "That's so embarrassing."

Sherlock, who followed in, twitched the corners of his mouth, "Next time you need to take an acting class."

Although it is not necessary to return gifts, McCoff's character is not an official who accepts gifts casually.As for what Barala likes best, I believe that apart from Sherlock, only he knows best.

(No, it's clear to all, except...uh...no except.)

And Sherlock's gift is a set of finely edited "Dee Gong's Case". Compared with Conan, Kindaichi and the like, Holland believes that this kind of novel, one of the representative works of detectives in a great country full of cultural heritage, can make him less so. Spend a few days of boring time.

John didn't know why Barala knew so many strange foreign novels, but this time he saw that the gift was actually the original version of small square characters, and then he waved his hands with a mosquito-repellent eye, and pushed it all to Sherlock for him to appreciate it slowly Bar.

Under Balara's "teaching", Sherlock's skill points are getting more and more, and he will soon be proficient in sixteen languages, just like Miss Mary Sue.

Perhaps, he has learned more than sixteen languages...

John was frightened by his own brain hole.Silently got up to help Aunt Holmes pack the dessert for the evening.

……

This Christmas Eve was the liveliest one that Holmes had ever spent in his house.

At least, that is what Mrs. and Mr. Holmes now think.The most rare thing is that Sherlock's good friend came today... Oh my god, their son actually has a friend!

It's been a fantastic night.

A group of people sat around the dining table to eat.Mrs. Holmes always looked at Barala sitting directly opposite Sherlock with extremely ambiguous eyes.

Mrs. Holmes: "Is today's roast turkey to your liking?"

Mycroft raised a smirk, "It's okay."

Mrs. Holmes gave her eldest son a blank look: "I didn't ask you."

Mycroft: "…………."

Sherlock kicked Barala under the table.

Ba Lala's body almost leaned forward while eating the meat, and her face was placed on the plate.Holding the knife and fork, she looked up blankly, and found that Sherlock's parents were looking at her lovingly (?), blinking, holding the chicken on the fork, and smiled awkwardly, "It's delicious."

What's with this strange feeling of being watched by Sherlock's parents——

This feeling didn't disappear after eating, but became more intense.

After the meal, Mrs. Holmes took Barala to chat, from Sherlock's childhood embarrassment to Mycroft's childhood embarrassment. Mycroft, who didn't know why he was lying on the gun, couldn't bear it anymore, and ran outside to the yard to see the scenery (smoking) went.

They gathered around the fireplace, next to the Christmas tree with twinkling colorful lights, where Sherlock was carelessly cleaning the violin he was about to perform, Mrs. Holmes was holding Barala's hand and Mrs. Hudson was chatting with Mrs. Hudson, giggling He kept on, and John was also by Mr. Holmes' side, playing chess with him... well, old Mr. Holmes was worrying about how he lost to this cute young man without a trace.

Everyone enjoyed the atmosphere, except that Barala felt uneasy being caught between the two old ladies.

Barala: QAQ Sherlock, come and save me, your mother will show me nude photos of you when you were a child without clothes.

Sherlock's thin lips; "It's a good way to let Barala entangle the master's mother."

Barala: QAQ badass.

Then, when Mrs. Holmes was talking about how Sherlock and Mycroft fought each other with wits and courage when they were young, Mycroft, who had already cut off the cigarette butt at the door, opened the door expressionlessly, and said to a group of people in a circle , "There is another guest."

If these count as guests...

Go back to half an hour ago.

Mycroft stood in the yard, silently killing the rare Christmas alone time, with one hand in his pocket, habitually straightened his back, his lazy eyes aimlessly fell into the distance under the night.

Holmes' home is in the suburbs. In a big house, the newly painted walls exude warm colors under the illumination of small decorative light bulbs.And in the distance of this house is a large grassland that cannot be seen. There are several big horses in captivity, and they can gallop wildly across the vast expanse.

And the vast grassland in front of me has merged with the pitch-black night, gloomy, and then a bright meteor shot out in the distance... no, it was a fire-breathing machine.

The cigarette held by Mycroft's fingers was still smoking white smoke, but he didn't take another puff, just facing forward, squinting his eyes, silently staring at the spark that was getting closer... getting closer... near...more and more...

The "Martian" landed in front of him.

"Hey, do you know where Sherlock's house is?" Tony Stark opened his mask, revealing his cute big eyes, "His little girlfriend...his assistant must be with him for Christmas, We're here to party."

Mycroft had never heard from Barala that someone would come, and never heard from Sherlock that he was friends with this group of American superheroes, but he kept his face up, raised his eyebrows, and grasped the key words, "You guys? "

"Yes, we came together." Tony pointed to the stealth fighter that should have successfully landed behind.

A government official who didn't know that Britain was so easy to break into: "..."

Dr. Banner is wearing a pair of glasses and is polite, but the red-haired woman in black leather next to her exudes the aura of "I am an agent" all over her body, and the other shirtless "savage" in armor, There is also a young man with a smirk on his face who almost wrote "I am a shit-stirring stick", a man who bought a [-]th-century leather jacket from who knows where, and...another ordinary person (little ant QAQ)

Mycroft's brain capacity quickly searched for them, and the pieces of information were placed in front of his eyes.

then……

It's full of bear superheroes who are everywhere big bad and destroy buildings...

Mycroft glanced at his own building indiscriminately, his expression unchanged.

Tony continued to say familiarly: "I think her location is nearby. Do you know their home?"

A group of superheroes with huge destructive power and villains just look at themselves with longing...

Mycoff was almost done with his cigarettes and mental preparation, and he snipped off the end of his cigarette and gave an official smile.

Mycroft: "I'm so sorry, I don't know anyone."

Tony: "Oh."

He stood there puzzled and asked Jarvis, "Upgrade your tracking and positioning, connect to the S.H.I.E.L.D. satellite, and send me the picture of where Barala is."

McCoff: ……….

Showing off black technology with him, a British government official... The American people are really more capable than one, haha.

Mycroft walked in without looking back, and said as he walked, "Although I don't know about Sherlock, this is the residence of Mr. Holmes. I remind you, it's best to look at the house number when you break in."

Tony Stark, who was deeply impressed by Sherlock, the vicious tongue, and the contemptuous Sherlock Holmes, felt a sense of déjà vu...

Then, from a warm gathering of a few people, it turned into a dozen people filling the entire rest room.

Mrs. Holmes felt that it was more lively. Although there were a few children in strange costumes, it seemed to be Halloween again, but it was rare that so many young people gathered in the Holmes family. She looked at her youngest son with relief and felt that since she had a girlfriend (? ) After that, the social circle became bigger and bigger, and people became more and more humane.

After hearing the meaning expressed by Mrs. Holmes' organs, Barala: ...

Or don't tell the old lady that there is a chubby boy who always wants to rule the world, and a large group of older bear children who can turn the clouds and rain if you let them go... let's do it.

Tony, the bear child, held a cup of warm hot cocoa and sighed: "I didn't give you a surprise in vain."

Barala: ...It's a shock, okay?

Hearing the surprise, Sherlock rarely gave Tony a flat look.

The group is not very familiar with it yet, but Tony thinks that if they know each other, they will be familiar with each other, and then take on the job of explaining, introducing them one by one to everyone present.When Loki was introduced, Mrs. Holmes thought he was very attractive (?), and gave him a big turkey leg with loving eyes.

I forgot to mention that the group rushed over and hadn't eaten their Christmas Eve dinner. Mrs. Holmes enthusiastically reheated the dinner to fill their stomachs.

Being allocated the only chicken leg (the previous one was eaten by Barala), Loki took the plate in a daze, and couldn't hang up the uncomfortable smile that he always had on his face, staring at the A chicken leg flashed a trace of inexplicable emotion.

And his brother Sledgehammer sighed very much, thinking that the turkey leg is really bigger than the chicken leg...

Barala is speechless, how did this loveless child grow up under the hands of his unresponsive brother ==

This kind of warm family atmosphere seems to be rarely enjoyed by this group of superheroes.

The other people, who were a little awkward when they came here suddenly, had another happy dinner under the kind care of Mr. and Mrs. Holmes.

Barala is a midnight snack.

During...the supper, Barala kept looking at the green giant... Dr. Banner looked at.

Seeing him wearing glasses and sitting there with a good temper as a passerby, she couldn't help but said meanly: "Will your appetite also increase when you transform?"

Banner was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that someone would know him here...

The others also looked at her curiously.

Barala: "Don't look at me, Coulson told me."

John's unremarkable brain: "This Coulson's mouth is really unreliable, it's like a walking microphone."

Barala: ... Poor scapegoat, I will take the blame next time... Definitely!

But she was really curious, how did Dr. Banner eat, drink, and have sex after transforming into the Hulk, and whether his appetite would be bigger than her own...

Banner was embarrassed: "Probably...will eat a lot."

Barala was thoughtful: "Then if you don't have a lot of money, you can't support you. Fortunately, you still have the salary of Boss Tony..."

Everyone at the table "..." looked at Barala like this.

Tony: "...Although Dr. Banner's wages and mine have not been settled yet, if he stays in Stark Tower in the future, I will definitely support him."

other people:"……"

Tony: "Fuck, that's a bit weird. I'll still pay him."

Banner: "..."

Banner: "I can still support myself."

A group of people were chatting. Sherlock and Mycroft, who had been staying in another room, were sitting on the sofa. Mycroft was eating panna cotta, while Sherlock was holding the novel given by Barala.

At this time their mother leaned over and shouted at Sherlock: "Hey, Sherlock, it's your turn to perform for everyone."

Sherlock: "..." Suddenly he didn't want to play at all.

Mycroft gloated: "That's why I hate meeting people."

It was rare for Sherlock to identify with his brother.

However, he went anyway, and stood in front of everyone with the tuned violin in hand.

Mycroft returned to this room with dignity.

Sherlock pressed the violin to the collarbone, straightened his back, and pressed his slender fingers on the strings, with elegant movements and a serious expression.

Like everyone else, Barala looked over expectantly.

Sherlock's arm swayed slightly, and the beautiful and smooth tune poured out all at once.

However, the more Barala heard it, the more familiar it became, and she always felt as if she had heard it somewhere before, and then she climaxed...

(Burn my pride, no escape!)

Barala who is drinking milk tea: "Pfft——"

small theater:

Superheroes and villains are eating.

Sherlock and Mycroft sat in another room, listening to the bustle of the room.

McCoff: "This is the most boring Christmas I've ever had."

Sherlock: "You say that every year."

Mycroft: "Hehe, you have a share this year."

Sherlock: "Do you think I would?"

Mycroft: "Oh~ So my dear brother also has people he hates."

Sherlock smiled coldly: "I hate too many people."

Mycroft: "This group of people doesn't seem to know that I'm from the British government."

Sherlock: "Don't worry, they will ignore it even if they know."

McCoff also sneered: "...The United States is really becoming more and more blatant."

Sherlock: "When you sent 007 to other countries to cause big explosions, the appearance is very similar to that of the United States now."

Mycroft: "...to protect your American wife so soon?"

Sherlock remained expressionless: "Love knows no nationality."

Caught off guard by a handful of dog food, Mycroft: "..."

Sherlock: "However, we can indeed have a 'heart-to-heart talk' with them today...before your identity is exposed.

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