[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

"—Florida, obviously." He opened his eyes suddenly, staring straight ahead.

"Sure?" Lestrade frowned in disbelief, "Oh—so this is a transnational drug trafficking?" He rubbed the center of his brows with some headaches, since Sherlock had been stationed in Scotland Yard for a long time, It became his inertial decompression maneuver, "It sucks—I don't want to deal with Americans."

Compared to his confidence in Sherlock, Officer Donovan with curly hair next to him had an expression of disbelief. She seemed to see two lunatics: "--Are you kidding me? What about Florida-- —Inspector Lestrade, are you going crazy too??!" She glanced at Sherlock with some disgust, since Sherlock first met her three days ago and interpreted all her "history" , she developed an extremely unfriendly feeling towards the person in front of her.

"Oh—this is the unspoken rule of our Scotland Yard," Anderson, who leaned against the wall and looked at this side with folded arms, shrugged, and looked at Donovan indifferently, "—not following the rules but blindly following a Pompous bastard. You'll get used to it, Officer Donovan. Believe me, days like this will stick with you forever in your career."

Lestrade sighed, "Anderson!"

"God bless, I haven't said anything outrageous yet." Anderson smiled sarcastically. "Even his girlfriend abandoned him. Doesn't that prove he's an asshole?"

"Shut up!" Lestrade twitched his eyebrows and stared at Anderson, while Donovan looked at Sherlock with a strange expression, seemingly surprised for a moment.

Sherlock didn't seem to have the slightest interest in this little dispute, he put on his coat: "Look at those drugs, oh—" His voice was low and slightly gentle, "—the other party was very cautious, obviously familiar with it , 50+, man, can get that sly, sensible woman in the red-light district to help — flamboyant but charming."

Donovan sneered, and lip-synced, "Here we go again—" She looked at Sherlock mockingly, "Well, look at our genius, he doesn't want to waste the time to show himself."

Sherlock stopped and gave Donovan a cold look.

Lestrade shuddered and hurriedly pushed Donovan and Anderson away.

"Hey! Lestrade!" Donovan moved forward dissatisfied, "What are you doing! That freak is crazy! Do you want the whole of Scotland Yard to go crazy with him?!"

With a bang, the two of them were locked outside the door together.

Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Sherlock.

With his back to Lestrade, he was facing a window. The long-lost sunshine shrouded London. It had just passed a long rainy day. The air was fresh and the branches were twirling. arrival.The wind floated the curtain, and Sherlock's back was painted with a layer of borders, making him look extraordinarily lonely.

Lestrade couldn't help but think of the beautiful Asian girl when he and Sherlock first met, and her gentle and focused eyes when she looked at Sherlock, thinking of his own love that was clearly engaged but eventually failed, Feeling sad and sympathetic for a while, facing Sherlock's back for a while, I don't know how to comfort him.

"...one minute and three seconds." Sherlock said suddenly, and glanced back at Lestrade with sharp eyes, "—you have been staring at me for one minute and three seconds, considering your very limited brain Capacity, you can see what you are thinking at a glance, don't impose your own subjective assumptions on me, Lestrade."

Inspector Lestrade was a little embarrassed for a moment. He turned his face away and looked around as if nothing had happened. In his heart, he was even more convinced that Sherlock's mental state was not good. He hesitated for a while, but still felt that it was because of a friend. The friendship must give Sherlock a little care: "Sherlock, Jane has been away for a long time—" He paused, "Well, anyway, I also went through a painful period when I broke up with my girlfriend, so I can I understand your current mood, you don't have to..."

"Jane?" Sherlock's face was calm, "Who is that, I don't know this person."

Lestrade's words got stuck, he was a little stunned: "...Wait! Did I hear you right?! What did you say?!"

Sherlock tried to fiddle with the instruments: "I don't want to repeat, this is so stupid Lestrade."

"Wait! No!" Lestrade covered his face with one hand, feeling that he could not turn his head, "Have you lost your memory? No! There's no reason! Sherlock stop messing around!" He frowned and observed carefully Looking at Sherlock's expression, he swore that he had never observed a man as seriously as today - but there was no joking expression on Sherlock's face.

And he didn't even know if it was Sherlock's disguise or if it was a real accident.

Sherlock was fiddling with the microscope: "—obviously."

"She's your roommate!" cried Lestrade. "You're college mates, both young, pretty, and talented—you're a beautiful couple! God! No one could put up with you more than Jane." Sherlock! How could you forget Jane? I don't know why she left suddenly - but I believe that girl must have her reasons, don't you know her less than I do?"

Sherlock held a dropper in one hand, bent over and looked up at Lestrade, his expression looked like a precise machine, without any human emotions: "... oh." He gently Responded.

Lestrade was almost stunned by his reaction: "——didn't you stay in Scotland Yard for several days and never return to Oxford because of her departure?"

"I never thought you had such a talent as a screenwriter, Lestrade." Sherlock Holmes straightened up, his eyes were undisguised, "—in fact, your stay here will do me harm instead of good, Isn't Scotland Yard closed yet? You can report this to your supervisor, it's obvious." He stretched the muscles on his cheeks and showed a perfunctory non-smiling smile, "Now, go out, turn right and park field, I think Donovan and Anderson would be happy to drop you back."

Lestrade choked for a moment, with a complicated expression on his face, his reason told him that he should leave now instead of arguing with Sherlock about those meaningless issues—yes, meaningless, he had no way to press a stubborn Holmes head.

He shrugged, turned to go out, and when he opened the door, he still looked back at Sherlock and asked, "—so, you're not going back to Oxford today?"

Sherlock didn't even look up: "No."

Lestrade opened his mouth and sighed: "Well—I mean, as you please." He shook his head, and was about to go out.

"I'll go to Florida myself." Sherlock's voice caught up coldly, and he still maintained that posture, looking very focused.

Lestrade was flattered for a moment: "...you don't have to—"

"Shut up your exaggerated and unrealistic ideas." Sherlock interrupted his nonsense, "I just happened to be going to America."

"Ha." Lestrade had an "understanding" expression on his face, "I know—oh, after all, didn't Jane say it too? You're a nice person, just a bit awkward." He shrugged, with a look of Leaving here briskly.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, and slowly pursed his lips.

"simple."

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"Jane is a good girl, dear Xiali." Mycroft sat on the slightly short sofa in Scotland Yard, crossed his legs, and twirled the black umbrella that he hardly left his hand with one hand. Lack of good girls—”

"So?" He looked impatiently at Mycroft in front of him, "The British government condescended to come to Scotland Yard late at night just to ask me to say such a completely meaningless sentence? Oh——I really, deeply feel It's an honor." The word "sarcasm" was written all over his body.

"It doesn't make sense? I don't think so," Mycroft said calmly, "My brother almost wiped out the entire London criminal force because of this girl—what's that organization called," he symbolically tapped Knocking on the head, "Oh, Godslayer." He shook his head, "Look, now he's even going across the ocean to America for this girl—"

Sherlock turned back slightly, his face hidden in the shadow of the cabinet: "...I don't know what you want to say."

"What do I want to say?" Mycroft stopped his hand turning the handle of the black umbrella, and looked at Sherlock firmly, "If I have to say something, I just want to tell you 'don't be stupid—— '."

His voice was drawn out as usual, the tone in the dark was beautiful and cold: "Don't be stupid, she won't come back."

Sherlock's eyes became sharp for a moment, and the next moment, he closed his eyes: "..."

"I won't stop you, Xiali." Mycroft gently pushed the documents on the table towards Sherlock, "—but you can consider whether this trip to the United States is necessary, the drug lord has already Imprisoned, the execution will be executed soon, with skillful and ruthless means, I don't doubt that this is the masterpiece of your little roommate - but if this is the case, then it is worth thinking about whether she is the person you are familiar with .”

Sherlock opened his eyes: "If he is about to be executed, then I will give him a certainty-I will go to Florida, and you can't stop me, Mycroft."

"Well." Mycroft was noncommittal, "Then what about that girl?"

"..."

"You even claimed that you forgot about her, oh," Mycroft chuckled, "What a familiar little lie—was that four or five years old? You also once solemnly told everyone that you didn't know me at all— —" He seemed to recall some interesting memories, "Look—you've been addicted for too long, but that girl is doomed to sink—you still expect her to get out of that unconscious state? How touching , Xiali, when did you become so... emotional?"

Sherlock's eyes sank, his voice was like an impenetrable wall, impenetrable: "You don't know anything."

"At least I know that the chance of her returning it successfully is less than 1%."

"Insufficient reference data will only lead to wrong results." Sherlock clasped his hands and looked at Mycroft quietly, "She will come back—"

"that's it?"

"that's it."

Mycroft laughed softly, he stood up, and gave Sherlock a condescending look: "Bless you—Charlie." He walked out, just like when he first came.

The room was silent.

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