[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

Adjust from that excited state.It seems that there is no such idea.Sharon thought to herself, and felt that what she said was a little reckless.

"What's the use of a detective?" This was probably the first time Sherlock spoke to her with such complicated eyes, "No one will understand. You see, a small detail, no one cares, but the detective They care—because they're trying to fool themselves. Except for me, though."

The last sentence exposed your narcissistic nature, brother ==

"Since you are not that kind of detective," she said bravely, "be the only detective in the world. Be the lawyer for the dead, be their advocate, and argue for them."

She herself has been overwhelmed by her art~ But Sherlock, who is a novice in human nature, asked with a strange face: "Why should I argue for them? I just want to seek excitement in boredom." "That..."

Kid Carlo, who had been ignored all this time, raised his hand weakly: "Although I don't know what you are talking about, I think you should walk away first...someone is staring at you, Sharon's brother..."" Shut up, McLean." "...TAT is McLeod."

Sherlock zipped up his jacket and walked straight out.Sharon hurriedly raised her short legs to follow, but she heard a chuckle beside her.

"A lawyer for the dead? An advocate for death?" A boy who was about the same age as Sherlock turned his head around and spat out the lollipop in his mouth.He looked at Sharon and laughed inexplicably, a little horribly.

"It's a cute joke. But if it's like this... it should be very funny~" The last trill made Sharon really shiver.The boy in front of him has a very ordinary cut haircut, his facial features are exquisite like a girl's, his skin is very white, and he is wearing white long sleeves, gray trousers, and bare feet, it looks like he climbed up from hell Same.

He yawned lazily, bit the candy in his mouth, and said to someone, "It's really a happy weekend ~ ah ~ there is no annoying noise like before." go.

A boy like a snake...every word, every movement, makes people feel like being stared at, unable to move.

His words seem familiar...could it be...

Moriarty?

Then again, this case seems to be manipulated by Moriarty?It seems that in a certain episode, he and Sherlock confronted each other for the first time and brought it up?My head is so messy!She looked left and right, and Carlo didn't know where she went.

Sharon murmured in Chinese irritably, "What a mess, this weekend", then roughly glanced at the crowd that was about to leave, and continued to chase Sherlock.

The weak child's voice echoed in the hall miserably: "Sharon... I've been pushed into a corner...HELP...Mom..."

——Evening Small Theater——

(Mrs. Timothy brings potato gravy and puts it on the table when her youngest son yells.)

Sherlock (positive color): Mom, you gave up your theoretical research tonight.

Timothy (startled): Huh?My dear, what are you talking about, I have done a good job~ (Gives to Sharon and Dad Fu, they nodded desperately)

Sherlock (chuckles): Don't lie, Mom.You came into the study after you were done cooking but there is no pencil or graphite on the edge of your right hand and a red wine stain on your collar that was obviously not long ago and you never drink at work.Adding to your expression just now, well, my dear Mummy, I think this is already obvious.

Timothy (first stunned, then smiling): It seems that you haven't regressed~ But why are you suddenly so interested in reasoning at the dinner table today?

Sherlock (slightly pauses the hand holding the spoon): ...No, I suddenly thought of this.

Timothy: (interested): Really just a whim?

(Sharon snickered so much that she choked on the soup and coughed.)

SHERLOCK (leaning, blushing): The napkin is on your right.

Dad Fu: Ah, use a towel, the clothes are all stained.

SHERLOCK (turning back): Daddy, this probably won't be possible.The towel should have been taken away... (in reasoning)

Sharon & Timothy & Dad Fu (immediately burying their heads in eating, thinking): I want to be a detective...Brother Tsundere (son)

Start being a parent today

Mycroft Holmes, the eldest son of the Holmes family.Now, as an outstanding Oxford graduate, he resolutely devotes himself to the cause of the country and becomes a member of the British government.With unique arrogance and outstanding talent, he still exudes the brightest light among a group of outstanding people.Due to work pressure, there is a faint crisis in the hairline, but his own achievements completely overshadow the danger of the hairline, making him climb to the pinnacle of life smoothly.

A beautiful prospect, isn't it?

But——!

Occasionally when I come home, I see that brother Xiong who treats his family as a laboratory and his relatives as guinea pigs is whose family is it?And why does that usually docile and easy-to-handle mouse girl have a hidden destructive gene?Although I don't want to complain, but helping his brother Xiong is not looking for a way out!

My siblings are hard to raise!

The elder brother, who was already an adult, held his forehead in an unglamorous posture.Putting down the briefcase, moving his lips, trying to show the strong aura he exudes like at work: "You two, stop for me now!"

The eldest brother is like a father, and the two unlucky children are still cooperative and obediently standing upright - if Sherlock's little trick of dripping the reagent while standing is ignored.

"Where are Mommy and Dad?" Mycroft asked seriously.The two "cubs" replied very neatly after hearing the words: "Going out for a trip, it's up to you

head of the house. "

After all, they looked at each other, very satisfied with each other's tacit understanding.

(=皮=)#Wait, you are satisfied, but I am not satisfied!How can this kind of behavior of throwing the mess to him be repaired!

"Cough." Mycroft still coughed softly, "Then, let's go to lunch first." "I don't want to eat potato broth." My younger brother frowned with disgust, and took advantage of the opportunity The act of vomiting.Ahem, everyone knows that the only thing that Mr. McCaw will make is the most common potato broth... If you only eat that kind of rich broth for a week, no matter how delicious it is, you can't stand it!

So, the eldest brother who was disliked resisted the urge to beat someone, and raised an eyebrow: "My brother, do you want to cook yourself?" Forget it... This idea is too scary!I guess I won’t even dare to enter the kitchen in the future! "That," the younger sister Sharon Holmes, who has been neglected all this time, raised her hand timidly, "Mom left a recipe."

Recipe = Treasure Map

For some reason, this formula was automatically converted in his mind, and Mycroft immediately rushed into the kitchen to grab the pink "Romantic Cookbook" with a bow.Fortunately, although the packaging is very weird, the content is normal.

On a Friday as beautiful and quiet as an oil painting in the [-]th century, the curtains blown by the cool wind decorated a "warm" scene in the kitchen: the eldest son took off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves and carefully studied the menu, glanced around Looking at the "cubs" on one side; the second son sat on a high stool and fiddled with kitchen utensils and condiments, his lips were pursed into a warm arc, and his expression was unprecedentedly gentle and peaceful (ignore putting the condiments into the bag wanting to do an experiment); the little girl propped her head with both hands, leaned on the countertop of the cabinet, tilted the small bench, and watched her elder brother browse the recipes without saying a word (ignore the girl's occasional one or two complaints such as " Ah, I can’t make this, “Give it up, this won’t taste good” etc.)

Finally, under the unanimous decision of the three (Sherlock abstained --), Mycroft put on his mother's apron and firmly embarked on the long journey of cooking.

The beef used to cook the potato broth was decided to be used in beef curry.Mycroft rummaged through boxes and chests to find ingredients, and the two brats were not idle—one meekly moved a small bench to help his brother find things, and the other...selected the best ingredients.It is indeed painful for people with mental cleanliness - they cannot tolerate every flaw in the ingredients.

"No, this radish grows too much for the people on this street."

"This onion is bad!"

"Too much cream! Three spoonfuls is enough! Mycroft, you put three and a half spoonfuls!"

"Shut——up! Sherlock!" Resisting his temper, he accepted the pickiness of his younger brother who was a little better at cooking, but he really couldn't stand this brat's constant nitpicking! Mygod, can't I have a younger brother who is as cute as an angel!Tsk, he is not the brother-in-law!

"Kangdang——" the two brothers bickered back to bickering, and immediately brushed their heads when they heard the sharp sound of knives and forks rubbing against each other.Xue Lun was standing on the bench, holding a kitchen knife, and was chopping green onions?Although due to his stature, his fingers could not hold the handle of the knife well, but it was obvious that his movements were accurate.

Mycroft was a little surprised, but Sherlock just shrugged his nose symbolically.

It seems that the adoption is adopted, at least he still has a "normal" sister!

"I've cut it." Sharon tilted her head obediently, and she was very satisfied.Look, look, I, a five-year-old kid, can do better than these two geniuses of yours~ Sure enough, no one is perfect~

In the next second, extreme joy turns into sorrow.

When getting off the bench, due to the slippery soles of the shoes, the whole body turned outward in a twisted posture, the kitchen knife in the hand was knocked off, and the body swayed, causing the container holding the ingredients to be crumbling!After all, the two brothers are well-educated, with extreme gentlemanly manners and a speed comparable to Olympic champions