[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

No bed. "After the girl whose thinking was a little bit off-line said this sentence, she didn't realize the ambiguity of this sentence at all. It wasn't until she saw the expression of her second brother who had been stunned for a few seconds that she hadn't seen for a long time. She didn't realize it, from her toes to the top of her head The sub became steaming hot.

again!Mistake!

The surrounding extras slowly dispersed after getting the order, and for a while, the small space felt enlarged several times.Sherlock changed into a suit of old man's clothes like a normal person, and made a rough camouflage.I have to mention that the Holmes family's camouflage technology can indeed be patented.

"Let's go." The gray-bearded old man covered up his complicated expression in a sea of ​​white on his face.

"Mycroft has sent someone to meet us."

A person's travel

"Snapped."

Mycroft slapped a list on the table, put his hands on the desk, and stared down at his younger brother sitting on the chair with his legs crossed, exuding an air of contemptuousness all over his body.

Sharon was still in a state of not knowing what to say.I was dragged into this small abandoned office in a daze, and listened to my two elder brothers discussing the next itinerary plan with all kinds of showing off their skills and IQ.There is absolutely no point for me to intervene.

To be precise, even if they said something, those two would not respond...

But now, in front of him is a place list full of place names.

"Well, these places are quite far from London." Sharon leaned over weakly, expressing her opinion carefully.To be honest, she felt that she might as well be a person who was kept in the dark.But the eldest brother seemed to be very strong in ordering her to stay here, euphemistically saying: "Look at Sherlock, in case something goes wrong."

Σ(っ°Д°;)っWait, even Mycroft automatically accepted the setting of "Sharon is my sister"!

"Tibet?" Sherlock bit off the pen cap, looked at one of the place names, and frowned.Mycroft crossed his arms, as if thinking of something: "Oh——it's really a place full of memories. I remember you went there with Mrs. Gwen and your mother when you were nine years old?"

Why is the tone full of gloating?

Seeing that Sherlock's face was not very good-looking, Mycroft looked very happy and said to Sharon: "It's really pitiful. The little boy who was forced into the car by his mother has a sullen face. The person who talked to me on the phone at night Sometimes weeping and saying that a Tibetan gentleman in the hotel has four cats who cling to you every day..." "Macrof!"

Sherlock shouted in displeasure.In the girl's mind, she has already automatically imagined the just-looking little curly hair tearfully hiding behind her mother, pursing her mouth and timidly staring at the cat biting her trouser leg...

Ahhh what a magical picture!

But in Tibet...

Eyes darkened a bit.It is a sacred corner of the former kingdom.It seems that I only went to Tibet once when I was very young because my father worked in Tibet.But because I am too young, I can't remember clearly except for the continuous white.

I really want to go there...

This idea just popped into my head when Sherlock quickly and accurately circled the word "Tibet" with a pen in his hand, and made a huge X.

McCoff: ...

Sharon: ...

Mr. Detective, you did it on purpose.

"There's no need to be so troublesome." He flicked the paper, connected several place names, then capped the pen and threw it on the paper, "Start here...along Europe, and finally return to London. Is that okay? Like a loop show?"

"Okay, as long as you leave London." The man in suit and leather shoes turned around, and he could only slightly detect the complicated expression from the glass window.

Worries...what else?

【Also... Your loss would break my heart.】

Although he always speaks unforgivingly, but in the end, Mycroft Holmes is just a lonely person who silently guards.

"Then, leave in four or ten minutes." Sherlock raised his wrist and looked at his watch, then grabbed the coat that was draped over the chair. "Are you...going alone?" The girl couldn't help calling out.A solo journey?Will it be dangerous?

Although this worry is completely unnecessary.

"Of course." The detective who had already walked to the door looked back at her with a strange expression, and opened the door indifferently. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, his body became obviously stiff.He didn't turn his head again, but his voice was uncommonly uncomfortable and tentative.

"You..." he said with some hesitation, which was in stark contrast to his previous decisive behavior, "You... want to leave with me?"

Together?

Biting the tip of her tongue, the pronunciation was inexplicably magnetic. She only felt a shock in her heart, and her whole body felt like being plugged in with electrodes, and she felt numb for a while.Before she could answer, Mycroft immediately replied seriously: "Impossible. It's too dangerous for everyone. Besides, your 'funeral' will be two days later. Mom and the others know about it and insist that they won't Participate. If even Sharon doesn't participate, even the most ordinary goldfish will be suspicious."

This kind of statement... Huh, do you think she is a little soft girl who clings to her brother? !

"No, no." She waved her hands again and again, "I have no intention of leaving London, it's just..."

[Just want to stay with him. 】

Ambiguous thoughts exploded in his mind.She herself was startled.

"Bang." The door was closed.It was just her and Mycroft.The latter remained silent and patted the girl on the shoulder. "You continue your studies and your life." The unique voice of the Holmes family seemed to comfort gently, "You just need to play the role of an ordinary little girl after the death of your brother."

She clenched her fists and nodded without saying a word.

"Now, go downstairs and wait in front of the building. I called a taxi for you. The taxi will take you to Mrs. Gwin's house on North Gower Street." Mycroft raised his lips in satisfaction, and saw that he was slightly parted. Mouth, eyes flashed a trace of astonishment, the girl raised her jaw as a matter of course.

"She misses you very much." He added very humanely.

lost landscape

I have never felt that North Gower Street is so far away.

She was sitting in the taxi, staring at the rearview mirror in a daze.From the corner of the eye, the scenery on both sides played slowly as if the buffer button was pressed, which made people anxious.

"Miss? Miss?"

The driver yelled a few times impatiently, she suddenly came back to her senses, returned an apologetic smile, and got out of the car.

After walking a few steps, a familiar figure gathered in the bushes.The hunched old man held the water bottle, squinted his eyes and shouted in the girl's direction, "Alison?"

no respond.

Mrs. Gwen sighed: "Sharan?" At the same time, she took out the glasses pinned to her jacket, and while putting them on, she muttered, "I'm really a useless old woman..." "Mrs. Gwen ,good afternoon."

The moment the vision widened, the girl spoke to him.The old man was visibly taken aback.I don't know if it's the girl's delusion—Mrs. Gwen is trembling.

"Sharon..." Mrs. Gwynn trotted a few steps closer, her voice full of unspeakable joy, "Oh, I never thought you would come to visit me at this juncture...I mean, I'm glad you can come back."

A sense of guilt arises spontaneously.If McCoff hadn't reminded her intentionally or unintentionally, I'm afraid she...wouldn't visit this warm land for a long time.

"Mrs. Gwen..." "Honey, you don't need to say anything." The old man touched the girl's face kindly, "I understand—Sherlock can be regarded as the one I watched growing up, I understand, losing what I love that feeling."

Although the atmosphere at the moment was very bleak, she still couldn't help but want to ask: What is the déjà vu of this address to the widow?But once it can be seen... Mrs. Gwen, who is like her mother, is also kept in the dark.

Now she just wants to try her best to comfort this seemingly optimistic old woman who is actually full of sadness. "My condolences." Ironically, this kind of condolences to the family members came from her mouth.

"I know, I know." The old woman patted Sharon's hand,

"The funeral in two days... I'll be there with the kids in the family."

"Xiuyi, he... didn't go to America with Cecilia..."

"Oh dear, there's nothing like that at all."

Mrs. Gwynn suddenly shrugged her shoulders, and put her mouth close to Sharon's ear: "I hate that little girl whose voice is like a cream cake." Pfft, this metaphor is really delicious.The problem was that Mrs. Gwynn added, rather humorously, "And—a rotten brioche that didn't even have fresh strawberries."

"Bangdang."

The silver knife and fork was accidentally dropped on the ground. The burly man in black picked it up frightenedly and handed it to the person in the wheelchair tremblingly.

"Oh." James Moriarty yelled eccentrically, and took out a beautifully embroidered handkerchief from his jacket pocket: "Look at you, man, it's all dirty in here..."

He puffed his cheeks, regret was written all over his wrinkled face.He slowly picked up the chocolate bar on the Opera Cake in front of him.

"Forget it, it's the same if I hold it with my hands." The blue eyes turned slightly, and turned to the trembling black-clothed man, "As for you..."

The chocolate bar in his hand was inadvertently cut into two pieces and fell to the ground.

"gentlemen."

A break from an approaching storm.Another small man dressed in black respectfully handed the man in the wheelchair a stack of documents.After flipping through a few pages, he said lazily, "Both are dead?"

Jim Moriarty and Sherlock Fowler