It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

As soon as Mycroft said his intentions, Sherlock said righteously, "You can't."

Mycroft said with a half-smile, "Maybe you didn't hear me clearly, Sherlock, I'm here to find Irene."

Sherlock plucked the lower strings, issued a clear single tone, and explained what he said confidently: "She is my assistant."

Mycroft turned the handle of the black umbrella he held in his hand, his eyes glanced at Sherlock casually while he was speaking, "Oh, really? As far as I know, you didn't sign the A legally effective employment contract, you just..." He paused, as if he was looking for a suitable word, "A verbal agreement."

Sherlock stared at him and said, "You've also seen the power of the words coming out of her mouth. I think that's more convincing than an employment contract with 'legal effects'." He emphasized on the 'legal effects' Tone, obviously satirizing his brother for using the law as an argument.

Mycroft moved his eyes away from his younger brother, and turned to staring at the black umbrella in his hand, with the same slow tone: "Maybe we should ask Irene for advice, Sherlock, she is your assistant, she Of course it is. But under this premise, she has her own independent personality."

Mycroft finished his brother with a sneer: "Oh, that's the most ridiculous thing to come out of your mouth. Oh, McCoff, don't come here to make me laugh." He said this From time to time, I used Chinese willfully.

But this is not a problem for Mycroft. He also speaks Chinese very well. There is no "exotic style" and he speaks clearly: "It seems that you have learned the idioms of the ancient oriental country well. How long have you been using them?"

Sherlock remembered the "encouragement" text messages from Mycroft in the previous week, and plucked the strings again, showing Sherlock's smirk at his brother: "It's less used than you."

"Oh, of course you will use it less than me. I'm not like you. I spend all day around trivial cases and have a lot of free time. I can't leave the office for a moment. The Korean election is about to..." McCaw At this point, the husband stopped talking, and his blue eyes returned to Sherlock, "You don't want to know anyway, do you?"

Sherlock was upset in his heart, he raised his eyebrows, deduced that his brother ate sweets this morning, now he found a point to criticize McCoff, and sent a belated greeting to McCoff: "You Your dentist received death threats? Poor guy."

"For God's sake, I'm just a small civil servant in the British government, and I don't have so many conspiracy theories." Mycroft said helplessly. At this time, he was finally willing to give some attention to his actual situation The person who came to look for it came on, "Irene, please don't believe my brother's jokes that he is afraid of chaos, he is always so dramatic."

"Irene, you heard it too. Mycroft's dentist is still on the job. I guess his doctor's order to McCoff has repeatedly stated to avoid sweets, so you can take the one you are going to serve to McCoff. Dessert is back." Sherlock raised his voice to Irene who moved to the kitchen to prepare refreshments while the two brothers were briefly "greeting" each other.He glanced at Mycroft, whose expression changed, and added on purpose, "You said that the chef you're looking for is the imperial chef of your country's royal family, right?"

"Yeah." Irene's voice came from the kitchen.

Sherlock was finally willing to put the bow on the violin and pull it. Oh, this time it was a very cheerful tune, not the original tune of sawing wood.

"Sherlock, don't be so childish." Although Mycroft's mouth was still accusatory, if there was no rare look of regret on his face, this sentence would be more convincing.Although the British government does not know the specific identity of the newly hired chef with special ethnicity at Baker Street 221b, for him, it is a piece of cake to deduce that the chef has superb cooking skills, just because his family advocates masochistic style. My younger brother who is on a diet, has put on two pounds in just one week, and it shows.

"I think Eileen has her own Chinese way of hospitality, oh, she does." Mycroft heard the sound from the kitchen, and then returned to his original cozy state.

Sherlock looked into the kitchen, just as Irene also came out with a tray, and there were more than teacups on it.

He suddenly made a harsh long voice, showing his dissatisfaction, but Irene's hand holding the tray was as steady as a rock, and she was not frightened at all. She even blinked at Sherlock, showing her innocence: " I have to clarify that it is not a dessert, but a salty product."

Sherlock suddenly stopped pulling the bow. He tried his best to avoid Irene's gaze, lowered his head, and went to wipe his bow.

Erin was confused.

Mycroft, who had a panoramic view of Sherlock's expression, squinted his eyes, rolled down the black umbrella, and drew Irene's attention to him with a voice, and said straight to the point: "Miss Ai, I am very happy to talk to you The two accidents that happened yesterday, especially the first one."

Irene nodded, but before talking, she put down the tray. In addition to the salty products for McCoff, there was breakfast for Sherlock in the tray.Irene arranged the plates and plates clearly, and the snacks on the side close to McCoff were small and exquisite, and the exquisite porcelain plates were very appetizing, and then she showed the Chinese-style hospitality to the British government: "Because Sherlock and I were out yesterday, so Master Zhang, the chef I hired just made some salty products at random. If I knew you would be a guest today, I would ask him to make more styles. Wait until next time -"

"Xu——" Sherlock flicked the bow in the air like a foil, and the bow broke through the air and made a sound of 'Xu', which also interrupted Irene's words quite appropriately. Hello my dentists and tailors, I think they are miserable enough. If I remember correctly, your last dentist, Mycroft, committed suicide by jumping off a building, right?"

McCaughey said in a drawn out tone, "Emotional trauma, Sherlock, his wife is leaving him."

Sherlock continued to follow up with sarcasm: "Oh, isn't there any psychological pressure from your employer?"

"Sherlock!" Mycroft looked down at Sherlock, and said in a tone of "I'm more mature than you", "This kind of emotional conflict between the two of us is too childish, and it always hurts the innocent, and you know it will Make Mommy angry."

"He's lying, he's salivating over the snacks in front of him now. You can imagine what he will look like when you replace the salty ones with sweets." Sherlock said ruthlessly and coldly. Irene exposed his brother's "wolf ambition". Before Irene had time to say anything, Sherlock had already spoken for her, "You've already seen it. This is good. It seems that we have reached a consensus."

Erin: "..."

Mycroft: "..."

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Irene was sitting upright in front of Mycroft. The dessert plate in front of them that affected the conversation had been removed—if you had to know, all the snacks inside had been eaten—now it was replaced with a teacup, exuding an elegant The scent of tea, but there is no "third party" around, and the sunlight from outside the window pours in, shining in the clean and tidy living room, which always creates an atmosphere of serious conversation.

When you ask the "third party", he is brought into the kitchen to eat his breakfast and drink his black coffee, but his sharp eyes cannot be blocked no matter what.

"Sherlock is always so angry, you can imagine what our family's Christmas dinner will be like." Mycroft picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea elegantly, then said in a chatty tone.This time his attitude seemed much more pleasant, maybe it was because his back molar nerves hurt because his younger brother was not messing around, or maybe it was because the salty food provided by Irene made him "dragon's heart is very happy", just maybe.

Before that, Irene had only indirectly learned about the way their brothers get along with each other, such as Mycroft's attitude of caring for his immature younger brother like a father, and Sherlock's appearance of not sparing any effort to blackmail his brother, but those are all' Words from a family'.Now she finally had the opportunity to see that when they were brothers in the same frame, they were in the same frame. If Irene could describe it, it would be difficult to describe it.Facing McCoff's tendentious words, Irene replied with a vague comment: "I have to say, you have a special way of getting along."

Mycroft turned his gray-blue eyes back to Irene, and casually moved back to his pocket watch, which was ticking: "Interesting evaluation, so let's get back to the topic Well, I don't have as much time to hang around as Sherlock after all."

Irene immediately became more upright, and said from the bottom of her heart: "I assure you, the next time an accident involving non-scientific issues occurs, I will definitely block all surveillance cameras and ensure that no passers-by will be detected as much as possible. It’s about real passers-by watching.” Of course she knew that McCoff had sent someone to monitor her, and she had even greeted them.

Mycroft seemed to feel a little unexpected, but it seemed, and then he said slowly: "I have to say, Irene, you are very special, but I hope there will be no next time." After finishing speaking, he closed his pocket watch Going up, stood up, stretched out his hand towards Irene with a widened smile, "I have to go, I look forward to seeing you next time, Irene."

Of course, this sentence did not imply anything, and the loud sneer from the kitchen that accompanied his sentence did not mean anything, really nothing.

All in all, it was a very pleasant and harmonious tripartite meeting... huh?