[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

"The person said suddenly. Unexpectedly, he didn't hear any sullen prelude, and even looked a little abnormal indifferently. Sharon didn't understand Sherlock's words, and stared at those eyes blankly. The master just looked straight ahead and stared at the rearview mirror, "The person who took you away was not Moriarty, this should be easy to figure out--fortunately, he is not very boring.Ruin a name, and want to divert the attention of the owner of the name, play people around, like a teddy bear, enjoying his silly fun? "

Leaving aside the doctor's face that comes to mind when the teddy bear metaphor is mentioned, just hearing the voice - well, Sherlock Holmes is definitely offended.Visually, it was still the person related to Moriarty.

Related people...

James Moriarty, that seems to be his name.But didn't Sherlock and the others meet him?But if you come across it, you probably won't recognize it.

"My dear little sister."

Mycroft's deep eyes clearly appeared in the rearview mirror.He narrowed his eyes and continued with a smile, "How long are you going to stay in this position? I mean - this kind of - unbelievable 'little interaction'?"

Almost instantly, the two bounced away, especially Sherlock, with a strange expression on his face.

"Where are we going now?" He folded his arms, still looking straight ahead.

"Oh, Xiali, has Moriarty replaced your brain nerves once? Didn't you say you were going to sit with me?"

"I didn't say that."

"No, it's absolutely true."

"What are you plotting?"

"Oh, Charlie, you think I'm so - nasty."

"Well, that's an apt adjective."

So, the topic suddenly touched on the various synonyms and spellings of the adjective dirty?She leaned against the car window and pressed her temple.She could imagine her expression, it definitely couldn't be described as helpless.

However, Sherlock seemed to be a little weird today, and his speech was a little confusing.Well, although he usually doesn't have any normal patterns of speaking, it's just that when he fell into his arms and wrapped his arms around that thin-looking body, unexpectedly——

Super, stiff.

And until now, this guy hasn't even looked at himself...

Sherlock, are you shy?

The person involved was still chatting with his brother, and felt the girl's burning gaze, the detective finally turned around and said, "What's wrong?" "Ah?"Sherlock frowned.Did you bully her?Putting on that uncomfortable expression again.

He also felt uncomfortable, which was not normal.

Ah, not only shy but also arrogant?She quickly replied: "I, I just want to say, I, I didn't mean to sleep on your lap!"

Didn't mean to sleep on your lap Didn't mean to sleep on your lap no...

"You've been thinking about this?" Sherlock's expression suddenly became richer, red orange yellow green blue blue purple walked around.Otherwise what?Brother and lord, you look like a little daughter-in-law who has been slighted. If she doesn't apologize, not only will she not be able to see the sun tomorrow, but she may not have any privacy for the rest of her life.

"Are you still angry?" As soon as the words came out, Sharon inexplicably felt a feeling of adding fuel to the fire.Would you like to change the subject?What about Moriarty?

"Pfft." The elder brother who had been serving as the background scene couldn't help it, and laughed very unrefinedly.He looked at his brother's long face, which was getting darker and darker, and felt a burst of joy in his heart.

"Uh, then, how did you find me?" The girl wisely changed the topic, but it seemed to be of no avail.Sherlock exudes a subtle aura, suspected to be the breath of the devil.

"Miss Sharon Holmes." Sherlock's tone was indescribably weird, "Your surname is Holmes, I think it's a good choice to train your brain for such a child's question, right? It's not that important and - Moriarty's brilliant buffoon isn't going to make me relax so - ah here we are."

The final ending sound pretended to be relaxed.As soon as the car stopped, the person beside him couldn't wait to open the door, and stepped out with long legs.

"Then, little sister." After locking the car, Mycroft turned his head to gloat at the bewildered Sharon, oh no, he said in a pleasant manner, "If you are willing to use your brain to think about the proposition about rescue, I am very happy." Congratulations. But, are you sure you don't want to get out of the car?" "Mycroft."

With a thoughtful expression on her face, Xue Lun hesitated for a while, and asked, "Did I cause you a lot of trouble that cannot be estimated?" "Actually, there are a lot."

The man took out the cigarette case from his arms, and put it back, he blinked: "We had a lot of time to deal with that buffoon, but when this farce of yours got in the way, the time was severely reduced to a few hours. ""I……"

She was about to say something about James Moriarty, but she didn't know how to explain it when it came to her mouth.Probably because the Irishman's eyes are somewhat similar to hers in some respects, but deeper.

"However, you don't have to make such a guilty look." Mycroft took a deep breath lazily, "Who told you that this is someone's choice. Besides, abandoning your old enemy for the sake of your little sister seems to be a pretty good thing." Cool choice."

Because the car door is open, the wind can easily come in and wrap around the whole body tightly, as if to hug someone.

Talk about acting

The silver tea set seems to gather all the sunlight, filter out all impurities, and shine with pure light.

Twinings black tea (twinings), a classic that originated in 1706, uses the freshest tea leaves from tea gardens in various countries, selects the best varieties, and prepares various and unique black teas by professional blenders.

Whether it is rich fruity aroma, mellow milk flavor, or full of mysterious exotic atmosphere.

Well-crafted, well-planned.

Perfect plot.

Watching the crystal red pouring down, Sherlock opened his fingers. "This matter must be kept from John." He looked up at his brother.Mycroft shrugged rightfully: "Of course, he's the biggest problem." "Fine. See you in an hour."

Sharon nestled on the sofa, watching Sherlock drink the precious black tea in one gulp.Violent waste, really violent waste.She sighed softly, but saw Mycroft with his legs crossed, his expression in a trance. "This is probably his petty willfulness before the show begins."

His gaze moved to the tea set, and he remained still.

"What about Miss Sharon?" The BlackBerry assistant finally raised her head and glanced at Sharon.In fact, looking at it, Anthea's eyes felt reassuring and comfortable.The detective who had already reached the door suddenly paused, and then continued to move forward.Raise your hand and pull the door.

"See you in an hour."

This sentence is said very lightly, and it can almost be linked to tenderness.

Is this... talking to her?

John hasn't had a good night's sleep since being moved elsewhere by that guy's brother.He was sitting in the night-dark taxi, restlessly leaning against the door and window, thinking about his worst roommate in Britain.The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated violently, he shuddered and pressed the answer button excitedly.

"John..."

The voice of the man who has always been on top at this moment is low and terrifying.He breathed a sigh of relief, but then asked with concern, "Hey, Sherlock, are you okay?"

Standing on the roof of the hospital, Sherlock had a heavy expression, clutching his cell phone, wondering what he was thinking.On the other side, Sharon, who was pretending to be a passerby, raised her huge peaked cap, barely able to let Sherlock fall into sight.She is already very vague about the plot, and she vaguely remembers that Sherlock jumped down for a plan in the end.Of course it's a fake jump.The purpose is to convince the kind-hearted military doctor that the genius roommate who used to be poisonous and smart has disappeared from this world.

The sound on the roof is very small, only the humming sound can be heard.Suddenly, a black taxi flew in front of her, and Sharon quickly turned her back, pretending to be watching the window intently.But she heard John's voice full of grief and indignation clearly.

"No, no... Sherlock!"

The final whine hurt his chest, and the blond man ran like a madman.Sharon covered her nose and mouth with her collar and followed closely behind.When they arrived at the so-called crime scene, blood flowed like a river.

The poor man is a little confused.He held the hands of the people around him in an almost pleading tone, just like this, amidst the harsh siren of the ambulance, watching Sherlock being carried away by a group of people.

Still everyone will be uncomfortable.Although that person sometimes has an excessively poisonous tongue, he will mercilessly tear down all the disguises, and even destroy the surprises he has carefully prepared.

But he is his best friend.

Sharon wanted to help him up, but at a glance, Sherlock was slumped on the stretcher, winking at her.She silently said sorry to John in her heart, and chased after him.

A few people didn't speak a word along the way, until they reached the safe range, the half-dead person suddenly jumped up, sat on the stretcher, and smiled like a child who had succeeded in a prank.

Sharon glared at him with puffed cheeks, and after a while, she choked out a sentence: "Great acting."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows very acceptingly: "Well, thank you for your compliment." Having said that, he still looked into the distance with a melancholy expression.

"If I were John, knowing all this would definitely put you in a month."