It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

McCoff waved his black umbrella and got out of the small black car, leaning on the black umbrella as a fulcrum, the flashing police lights not far away and the dimmed light on his side as the delivery point, reflecting his face, somewhat blurred unclear.

When Sherlock tilted his head and smiled, he happened to see Mycroft, and he demonstrated to his brother what it means to "change face in a second": the original joyful smile was restrained in an instant, and he drooped his face.

Mycroft stroked the handle of the umbrella, and the reserved smile on his face remained unchanged.

Sherlock was half a beat behind, and Irene, who was in a daze, bumped her head directly on his arm, "What happened—" Needless to say the second half, Irene also saw McCoff who was waiting for a rabbit. One thought was: "Oops, I forgot to cover the surveillance camera when I threw the phone." At that time, the murderer was about to stab Sherlock with a knife, and Erin took out the phone in a hurry and threw it over without any strength. Didn't get it right, not to mention remembering to cover the surveillance cameras...

Sherlock said disapprovingly: "I told Lestrade that the mobile phone fell from a hot air balloon at a height of 37 meters, and he was going to deal with the second victim's body, so he would not think of checking the surveillance video .”

Irene seems to have missed the point: "How did you get to 37 meters?"

Sherlock said as a matter of course: "I don't know, I just said it casually."

Erin was thoughtful: "Then you must be talking nonsense seriously again."

Sherlock immediately refuted her: "That's because they idiots can't hear it."

When his younger brother came to care about him, Mycroft was shown by the tacit understanding between his younger brother and his younger brother's roommate. He no longer leaned against the black umbrella, but stood still. At this time Sherlock and Irene also walked up to him.

The British government smiled and said: "So, another case has been solved, which really benefits the public."

Sherlock said angrily, "What are you doing here?"

"As usual, I'm here to care about you and your roommate." When Mycroft said "your roommate", his eyes lightly fell on Irene who was still shamelessly pulling on Sherlock's sleeve, "Miss Ai, tonight good."

Irene stood at attention reflexively, and she was about to send her sincere greetings to Mycroft, when Sherlock said impatiently: "Now I hear your 'concern', oh, if you are waiting for me 'Concerned' about your words: Are you gaining weight again?"

When Sherlock said this, Comrade Xiao Ai, who was supposed to be waiting for the leader to review, followed her to look over, and it seemed that the appearance of McCauf had well served the role of "reminding the brain". She is much more awake now. up.

Mycroft's expression changed, and finally he showed a big McCoff-style smile—the kind of smirk that you can't think of as a smirk after looking at it again and again, maybe it's a bit official—said slowly: "Actually , is reduced."

Erin nodded approvingly.

Sherlock noticed her movement out of the corner of his eye, glanced at his brother's hairline, and said ruthlessly, "Don't think about it, Mycroft didn't use the prescription you took the trouble to write."

Erin blinked, she didn't think about this question, but Sherlock didn't give her this chance, he gave his brother a Sherlock-style smirk - the kind of smirk that you can tell it's a smirk at a glance, By the way, it also included the creases at the corners of the eyes—greeting his brother without sincerity: "Good evening, Mycroft." There was also a sentence that couldn't be more disgusting, "Please try not to start a war until we get home, you know the traffic will change. What is it like?"

After he finished speaking, he held Irene's wrist through the sleeve, and pulled her out, leaving only the handsome back of the British government.

Mycroft turned his black umbrella, but his expression was not relaxed.

The secretary didn't look up from the beginning to the end, her eyes were all on her blackberry mobile phone, but when Sherlock mentioned the "prescription", she lowered her head subconsciously.

For a moment, the atmosphere here was so stagnant, while the other side seemed much more harmonious——

Sherlock looked at Irene, who was much more awake, and still spared no effort to ridicule his brother: "It seems that Mycroft has the effect of reminding the brain, uh?"

But this time Irene didn't stand in the same trench with him, she thought for a while and said very seriously: "He made me stand in awe." She had done that before.

Sherlock stared at his assistant who was turning his elbow outward: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Irene is not afraid of Sherlock: "I didn't want to expose you, but you are actually in awe of Mycroft. He once said that you would describe him as your devil."

That fat man, Sherlock gritted his teeth for a while, then raised his chin to Irene: "As my assistant——"

Before she could finish speaking, Irene interrupted. She "blamed" Sherlock for being "harsh" earlier: "But as the boss, you don't even reimburse me for the mobile phone at public expense."

Sherlock raised one eyebrow: "Why don't you say that I saved you from going to court?"

Irene pretended to be enlightened and said, "So this is the real reason why you went up and trampled my phone without saying a word?" It wasn't rotten yet, it just fell to the ground, Sherlock stepped up without saying a word, trampled the phone, and directly caused 'non-combat casualties' of the phone.Even if the Scotland Yard team picked up the phone, they couldn't get information from it.

Sherlock put his other hand into his coat pocket: "Otherwise what do you think?"

Irene deeply understands what Sherlock has done, but now that her boss is asking the same question, she always has to give a different answer. She tilted her head and smiled and said: "You are ashamed to see the assistant I saved your physical evidence as the boss, that's why I 'destroyed the corpse'?"

Sherlock didn't like this answer, he replied stiffly: "This fully shows that your observation ability needs to be strengthened."

Eileen echoed in a serious manner: "Okay, sir."

Sherlock let out a soft snort from his nose, which sounded full of sarcasm, but also somehow annoyingly cute.

The two of them just chattered and went to the main driveway to take a taxi. Well, is there something that was deliberately forgotten?

But it doesn't matter, after the taxi was summoned to stop in front of them, Sherlock seemed to withdraw his hand holding Irene's wrist naturally, opened the car door to let her sit in, and then he sat in by himself.

Smoked by the heater in the car, the drowsiness that had been artificially driven away quickly returned. Irene yawned and said to Sherlock when her upper eyelids protested with her again: "I can't hold it anymore. Remember when you go to Baker Street?" Call me, but I probably won't be able to wake up—" Before she finished her sentence, she quickly fell into a samadhi, no, she just leaned back in her chair and dreamed about Duke Zhou.

The taxi was driving smoothly on the streets of London, and all kinds of lights on the street outside the window were reflected on the window, but the car was very quiet, and it seemed that it was isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world.Sherlock has already gotten used to it, so what does that have to do with him, he doesn't bother, but this time it's different, Sherlock turned his gaze out of the car window, well, through the car window, he can see the person sitting next to him. The sight of people.

Of course, Mr. Detective may also be really looking at the scenery outside the window.

After a while, Mr. Detective frowned, and Comrade Xiao Ai's head was about to touch the car window at zero distance.

Mr. Detective pursed the corners of his mouth, reluctantly extended a helping hand, and avoided the tragedy that was about to happen.

After repeating this cycle twice, Mr. Driver couldn't stand it any longer. Sherlock stiffened his body, put his hands on Irene's shoulders clumsily, and adjusted her sleeping position so that her head rested on his. on the knee.Irene's hand unconsciously grabbed the hem of his shirt, and muttered "Sherlock?" Sherlock froze completely, and he calmed down after waiting for a long while when he heard nothing else.

Well, in this way, the consulting detective can concentrate on looking at the scenery outside the window.

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When Irene woke up, she felt refreshed and full of energy. She looked around and found that she was in her bedroom. Looking back, her last memory was frozen when she and Sherlock left the scene of the accident and sat in the back seat. Baker Street taxi, and then...no more.

Irene simply cleaned up, and then went down to the living room on the second floor from the third floor. Just as she stepped in, the "Sherlock" that was about to be called out was in front of a pair of bright, insightful gray-blue After turning his eyes, he subconsciously stood up straight and greeted the owner of the eyes, "Good morning, Mr. Holmes."

Mycroft's eyes didn't move away immediately, he showed a friendly and harmless smile, I don't know if it was just a superficial smile, "It's just like McCoff, Irene." ——Yesterday he called himself Comrade Xiaoai What about 'Miss Ai'?

McCoff looked Irene up and down, and said slowly: "It seems that you had a good night's sleep yesterday, and it's great that you didn't suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder (ptsd)."

Sherlock was sitting on the armchair across from him, playing with his violin, literally, as if he didn't hear his brother talking, plucking the strings and making... noises.

Mycroft turned his head, and cast a look of resignation mixed with a little reproach to his troublesome younger brother, which probably meant something between "still so childish" and "don't always be so angry", which made Deep Sherlock, who is good at observing words and expressions-literally, rolled his eyes. At this time, he finally looked at Irene, but quickly looked away, "There is no need to prepare tea, Mycroft is leaving gone."

Mycroft, who had just arrived for less than a minute, pressed his tongue against his cheek, and recovered his composure the next moment: "Actually, I didn't come to find you, Sherlock."