[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

Mycroft.She blinked quickly, then picked up:

"good evening."

"Oh, it's really good. If Sherlock doesn't make trouble."

"You mean..."

"The plan, everything fell through. After planning for so long, just because that kid got involved, we lost everything. We lost a lot."

She already knew it in her heart.It seems that the Coventry plan was leaked to Moriarty by Irene without the knowledge of the little story in Sherlock's email.But now she can't think of a word to "comfort" this brother.Because her own mind has not been sorted out yet.

"It was I who made him fall for her." Sighing softly, with inexplicable sadness, "The girl in trouble——"

"The promise of love, the pain of loss, the joy of redemption. Give me one more puzzle, let me play freely? Make the country's sensational sadist queen, you really have a hand."

Sherlock crossed his legs and tapped his fingers lightly on one side of his cheek, "Unfortunately, you are too obsessed, you have played the game too much, and you are too addicted." "There is no such thing as 'too'. "The woman smiled, subconsciously pushing her hands back.The man stood up, walking slowly: "You enjoy the excitement of the hunt and are eager to use this game as a pastime, which I completely agree with. Emotional is the biological defect of a loser."

He bit the last word hard, and the woman's pupils dilated for a moment.

"The two are in love?" Sharon responded mockingly, and switched hands to answer the phone, "I seem to understand something—"

"You."

Although monosyllables cannot win with temperament, the deep meaning hidden under them cannot be ignored.Erin trembled, her voice softened: "You don't think I'm really interested in you, do you?"

Sherlock still smiled slightly, "No." He continued to approach Irene, leaned slightly, and held the woman's delicate hand.The latter's expression suddenly became obsessed, three points obsessed and seven points vigilant. "Pulse. I feel your pulse."

Seeing the woman's unconcealable panic, he took out the phone with the attitude of a king. "Both John and Sharon thought I didn't understand sex, didn't they, but the spark between them was so simple and deadly. When you first met, you said that a disguise is a self-portrait, and that's true."

Turning around and pressing the phone, the "Iam____locked" on it was so eye-catching.He looked down and said: "This is your heart, but you can't do whatever you want. You can choose a set of numbers at will, but you just can't help it, right?"

Without hesitation, he pressed two keys, and there seemed to be a sad melody from a distance, "I always thought that love was a dangerous disadvantage." He pressed another key, "Thank you for finally proving this point. "

As soon as the words fell, Irene suddenly held the man's arm tightly, and her red lips became more red after being bitten, completely the color of blood: "I'm just playing a game." The similar eyes carried the last longing.Sherlock seemed unimpressed: "I know, but you just lost."

With the pressing of the last button, the four letters SHER on the screen flashed expressionlessly, forcing the last dignity of the woman to be erased.A line of tears fell silently,

"So," the girl fell back, leaned on the sofa, and shook her head helplessly, "Sherlock really doesn't understand style."

"Caringisnotanadvantage." Mycroft propped his head on one hand on the other end of the phone, "but sometimes it helps us crack something, doesn't it."

Bombs, bombs and designs ([-])

When Xue Lun saw that the woman who originally had an elegant smile changed into a haggard face, and left in a hurry, her heart was covered with a film, which made her feel uncomfortably itchy.Immediately afterwards, Sherlock walked out leisurely with his hands behind his back.

"It seems that my sister-in-law is gone." Xue Lun's emphasis on speaking was somewhat eccentric, with a strong sense of irony.Sherlock squinted at her for a few moments, remained silent for a while, and suddenly turned his finger on a certain younger brother: "No, Mycroft has already found one for you? I just don't know if mom is satisfied."

Still looking casual, as if what happened before didn't exist.Sharon was nestled on the sofa, although she seemed calm, but if she looked carefully, she would feel that there was nowhere to spread the unknown anger.Is this compassion as a woman?She frantically turned on the TV.

"Oh, it seems that my little sister chose to stay here?" Sherlock stepped up the stairs and returned.He raised one eyebrow and looked in a good mood.His answer was only a half-smile: "The power next door was blacked out by Alison."

At this time, the girl was deeply moved and thought to herself, what kind of group of people does she live in?

No one answered, and some detective was probably doing an experiment.Couldn't even a romantically sweet and bitter vignette derail its well-thought-out plan?

But she didn't know that the so-called man who kept his eyes on the murder case and kept his eyes on the murder case would inevitably be a little confused, not only because of the conversation between Irene and him, but more because... in this state, when he saw Women will have subtle feelings, right.

The fast-paced days have slipped away for a long time, and the weather in London seems to reflect the slowly calming mood, and it has become unexpectedly clear, and this God smiles is a week.The blue sky that can be touched by tiptoe above the head, and the clouds that can roll in the sky with a slight blow, although...

"So, has the electricity next door been off for a week? Should I report to that fat man?"

The visitor brought a cup of coffee, poked a sullen face at the lump of rice dumpling on the sofa.The doctor who was tapping happily on his hand looked surprised: "Could this be the Sherlock Holmes family's way of acting like a baby?" After speaking, he laughed first.Without turning his head, Sherlock popped out a word coldly: "Boring."

A gunshot made Sharon's hair stand on end ==Looking at the yellow smiling face that was already full of bumps, she put her chin on her good-natured hands: "Okay, I admit, the place where Sharon and her husband live is actually going to be reopened." Renovation, Mrs. Gwen’s family has a few children who are going to take postgraduate entrance examinations, so they temporarily live in 222B in order not to disturb you.” “Well…” Sherlock pouted, with a cute childish look, “Very good, but this has nothing to do with you Is there any logic in staying here?"

……

"Actually." Sharon turned her head away, "I don't know why, Sister Shalan seems to hate me very much. And when I'm with her, I feel like I'm being watched, which is very uncomfortable." There is another sentence She didn't say anything—how could she have the nerve to play the accordion to accompany the young couple by coincidence when they were doing something?

John turned off the computer, and said thoughtfully, "I remember Sharon, you told me that Miss Sharon cared about you well before, right?"

Inadvertently pressing the remote control panel, it happened to be the news channel.

"This is a noon news broadcast." The host looked solemn, and the screen switched.It was a destroyed street that could not be seen clearly. Even through the screen, one could vaguely feel the burning smell of the scene. "At [-]:[-] noon today, a residential area in the Hammersmith residential area was forcibly blown up by a man. The man had poisoned himself when he was found. The police are currently investigating further..."

Hammersmith?

Isn't this where Shalan's family lives!

Wouldn't it be so coincidental?

I continued watching anxiously, and the screen turned to the so-called bomber.Even though it was mosaic, that thick and somewhat exaggerated coat... I seem to have seen it somewhere?

Faced with this kind of news, the two roommates of 221B just took a cursory glance. John only focused a lot when he mentioned suicide by taking poison, and Sherlock... went to wash the cup obediently.

"I remember!"

The girl who had been stunned like a small animal suddenly yelled, and John turned his head away, waiting for the next sentence.She said how this dress is so familiar, plus the general outline of this man... "This is a strange man I met when I went back to Baker Street that day!"

When I contacted myself and joked that the other party was the panicked look of the bomber, the vocabulary called conspiracy has quietly formed.

In the last second, he felt that the sky was just right, but in this second, he was scorching under the scorching sun, and he was sitting on the scene doing tedious investigation work.Lestrade, who already had gray hair, said when will the law and order in London return to this restless state?

"Hoo, hoo." A voice that was so familiar that the bones were crisp pierced the eardrums.Looking around nervously, Mr. Inspector heaved a sigh of relief, turned his back and quietly picked up the phone:

"When did you set this ringtone for me!" He asked angrily.

"Oh really? The sound I set for you is quite low, it seems that you still have something on your mind~"

"Mycroft!"

The raised volume almost attracted a group of onlookers, and Lestrade's expression was in stark contrast to the clear sky.He said to the big demon king in a coaxing tone: "Okay, I'm at the scene of the explosion now, can I call you later?" "The scene of the explosion? The one mentioned in the boring news?"

The other party's voice was lazy and dissatisfied, "Remember what you said."

Then hung up the phone.Some looked at the screen in bewilderment.This Mycroft, his temper is getting weirder and weirder!

"Sir!"

Donovan's voice is also very loud in the distant back.He turned his back, only to be surprised that the curly-haired man he was so familiar with, the lovely doctor, and the snow he had helped