[Detective Sherlock] High IQ and Strengthening Department

The next day, Mi Xiao woke up from the bed.

Huh?Did she sleep in bed last night?Mi Xiao sat on the bed with her messy hair, stared blankly for a moment, but immediately noticed something was wrong.

The layout looks familiar...

This room looks like she slept in...

Nima!Thinking of something, Mi Xiao blushed and said loudly, this is Sherlock's room, hello!

Why can't she notice the big move of being hugged and changing places to sleep?Mi Xiao blushed a little, she pulled her hair, pressed her face against the pillow, and arched inward like something.

Early in the morning, Mycroft's younger brother came to the door, and the appearance of the house was exactly as he expected. It seemed that he needed to allocate a sum of money to rebuild and repair it.

As soon as he went up the stairs, he saw sitting on the single sofa, playing with the bow, with the violin on his knees, looking into the distance, as if he was thinking about something, or simply in a daze.

Of course, McCoff would not think that he, a rebellious second-year middle school boy, would sit here and wait for his brother who always wiped his ass, exhausted himself, and finally didn't get good reviews, but all bad reviews, tsk.

"Good morning, Sherlock."

When he came up, he picked out a wooden chair with a backrest, but the stones on it made the somewhat clean-minded Mycroft frown. After a while, two people came up, holding a clean and soft sofa in their hands. Sherlock started laughing at his brother.

"Oh, it seems that you have another quirk."

"It's personal hygiene. I'm much better than you. A human head can fit in the refrigerator. By the way, there are also fingers and eyes in the microwave. To be honest, I'm really worried about your roommate..."

Mycroft sat down, crossed his legs, played with the black umbrella in his hand with one hand, and put the other hand on the armrest. After the two people who carried the sofa put down the sofa, they left. At this time, only The two brothers, dear!

"Mi Xiaoxiao won't care, and John, he needs to exercise." Sherlock interrupted Mycroft, he waved his bow, and squinted at him.

"Mi Xiaoxiao, is she the one who mentioned it first?"

Mycroft raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?"

"Sometimes the first name that people subconsciously mention represents the status of the person with the name itself in their mind." Mycroft tapped the handle of the umbrella with his index finger. He looked at Sherlock's expressionless face and said : "It seems that you have a good relationship."

"Don't test me, Mycroft, your method is outdated, she is just my bodyguard."

"Mine? Well, I get it, it's unbelievable..."

"Did you eat too much sweets and find something to talk about because of your toothache?" Sherlock interrupted Mycroft in a bad tone.

"I'm sorry, my teeth are fine." For this reason, Mycroft had to talk about his current healthy teeth.

"Hmph, I go to the dental clinic three or four times a month. If I were your secretary, I would have paid for the candy you hid in the dark drawer. But, fortunately, I am not."

McCoff knew that he came to see this younger brother because he had nothing to do to get angry, or it was something that could not be sent back.

That's enough, brat, let's stop for a while, OK?

Mycroft raised his forehead.

At this moment, the door of Sherlock's room was opened.

The two Holmes turned their heads to look at the past together.

It was Mi Xiao who struggled for a long time and mustered up the courage to come out of Sherlock's room. However, when she saw the two Holmes, she was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously greeted: "Hey, good morning, Mr. Holmes .”

"Tut." A voice that was extremely disgusting.

The other is full of ridicule and inquiry.

"Good morning, Miss Bodyguard, did you sleep well last night?"

Those eyes looked Mi Xiao up and down, and Mi Xiao felt goosebumps abruptly.

With a stiff face, Mi Xiaoxiao: "Oh, it's okay." After answering, he immediately quickened his pace and asked Sherlock: "Do you want something to drink, sir? Today's breakfast can only be ordered as a takeaway. What do you want to eat? Street food How about that Chinese breakfast?"

"A cup of green tea, yes."

"A cup of black tea, thank you, Miss Bodyguard." Mycroft ordered tea bluntly, which drew Sherlock's glaring.

"Sherlock, looking at me like that, do you want to invite your brother to share breakfast?"

"No, I'm worried that I won't be able to eat in the future, but your face is getting thicker and thicker."

"Treat some old urchins, or little brats with a thick face."

The two people who were sitting on the sofa were smiling but not smiling.

"However, I can understand that your displeasure means that I asked your bodyguard lady to do something other than you?" There was a little cunning and probing in Mycroft's eyes.

But the person who answered was simple, straightforward, and violent: "No, I just don't like you."

"It's heartbreaking to say that."

"Humph."

"Your green tea, Mr. Holmes, and your black tea, Mr. Holmes."

Mi Xiao made the tea they asked for.

"Thank you." Mycroft said a little bit, he sniffed it, and said: "The tea is good, Sherlock sometimes gives you a headache, Miss Bodyguard."

"Huh? No, I think it's fine." Mi Xiao was taken aback for a moment, and then replied, her answer was the truth, which can be seen from her eyes.

"Oh~ it looks like you guys got in sync by accident." Mycroft took a sip of tea, and there are very few people who can bear Sherlock, such as John, but they can bear it like this... No, the only people who can be called 'tolerance' are This person appeared out of nowhere and knelt down on one knee to beg... Tsk, there was only this Miss Bodyguard, Mi Xiaoxiao.

"It seems that I will be able to eat wedding candy soon."

"Huh?" Mi Xiao's expression was blank.

Wait a minute, Mr. elder brother, what are you talking about? She doesn't quite understand.

"Mi Xiao, hurry up and buy your breakfast!"

"Okay, okay." Mi Xiao hasn't recovered yet, but after hearing Sherlock's order, she went anyway, and when she walked out the door, she was still confused.

When she came back, Mycroft was gone, his chair was left here, and John came too.

Fortunately, she bought three copies.

After they had finished their breakfast, a phone call came, Mi Xiao could see from Sherlock's burning face, well, a new case came, look, this morning, or today will not be boring.

This case was about an explosion, all of which were blown up, except the safe, which was a bit unbelievable, but there was a letter in it, a letter written by Sherlock, which was indeed unimaginable.

Sherlock looked at the envelope first, and had to say that he knew a lot about a woman writing his letter.

When he opened it, it was a pink phone that appeared to be a fan of John's blog.

So it is inevitable to pull out the 'you really don't know that the earth revolves around the sun' thing.

Oh, again, every police officer is a fan of John, I guess Sherlock feels a little bit like that.

"Hey, maybe we should think about what's going on with this phone."

Mi Xiao coughed, she felt the need to bring the topic back, and then used something other than the sun to break the waists of those guys.

"It's not the same, it's brand new, and someone went to great lengths to make it look the same, which shows that your blog has a fairly wide readership."

Even criminals are attracted, yes, there are also police/police.

I don't know if it's a compliment or a loss.

Well, John said he would be quiet and not talk.

Then the phone will prompt: You have a new text message.

Clicking on it, it turned out to be a photo, and the inside was a mess. Mi Xiao who just leaned forward to look at it widened her eyes, and said, "This is my room."

The messy clothes, as well as the gravel, she hadn't cleaned up before she went out, Mi Xiao covered her face, and after covering her face, she found something was wrong.

"Hey, why a picture of my room?!"

She opened her eyes wide and looked up at Sherlock.

"Go back and have a look."

Sherlock took a group of people away with a word.

But when they were about to open the door, Mi Xiao stopped them. She stood in front of everyone and said, "Don't go in."

"Why?" John asked puzzled.

"Uh...all the clothes were blown out." Mi Xiao turned her head, not looking at the expressions of the others, and the tips of her ears, which were slightly exposed under her hair, were a little red.

The few men present were taken aback for a moment, and then thought of the reason.

"Then what should we do?" Lestrade asked, "You go in and tidy up?"

"No, no, the scene will be destroyed." Sherlock rejected the proposal.

"...Then go in?" Lestrade was silent for a while, and asked again.

"No."

Rejected again.

"Then what are we going to do!!?"

Lestrade asked a little frantically.

Sherlock looked at the door and turned his head. Mi Xiao, whose ears were getting redder and redder, pursed his lips and said, "It's fine for me and Mi Xiao to go in."

"You and her? Oh, all right."

So they settled on it.

The room was the same as last night, except there was an extra pair of sneakers on the bed, which happened to have a piece of underwear next to it.

Nima! ! ! ! !

Mi Xiao roared in her heart, there were only the two of them in the room, which made Mi Xiao even more embarrassed and ashamed, underwear, underwear was next to her ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! !

What's worse is that Sherlock first squatted down and observed it, and then what was even worse was that he stood up, leaned down, and sniffed it, even though it was the pair of shoes at home.

I'm sorry, Mi Xiao feels that she can't watch anymore.

Why?Tell her why there is an underwear next to the shoes, no, there should be so many places, why is it so hard to put it next to the underwear! ! ?

Mi Xiao expressed that she wanted to die.

Just when she wanted to die, the phone rang again, which indirectly saved Mi Xiao.

It was a phone call, a crying woman repeating what the criminal asked to say.

She/he gave Sherlock twelve hours to solve this puzzle. She didn't have any thoughts about the shoe puzzle. If it was Mi Xiao, let alone twelve hours, even if it was twelve days, she would not be able to answer. come out.

For this reason, Sherlock left Mi Xiao's room, and at the same time he said to Mi Xiaoxiao: "Clean up your room, and someone will come to clean it later."

Well, the cleaners and repairmen that Mycroft sent.

"Good, good."

Mi Xiao said that she would pack everything up, as well as what happened now and before...

Hey, did something happen just now? [brackets laugh

So after such an arrangement, Mi Xiaoyi missed the first and second cases in a row.

The author has something to say: Regarding [the criminal's inner commentary of "wow—" when he put his shoes on the bed]

First Sherlock: A pervert, nothing more.

Lestrade: What?where?

John: Where is the bed?We didn't go in, only Sherlock and Mi Xiaoxiao went in, wait, they are showing again inside? !

Mi Xiaoxiao: I want to find that pervert now, and beat him until he cries for his father and mother haha

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After this chapter, Bird Sauce couldn't help herself... Laughed cough cough! !

Let Mi Xiao scream by herself, what the hell is shame, oh, by the way, she just chose selective amnesia, so everyone should not expose it~

In addition, I didn’t restrain my imagination, and opened another pit cough——[Twilight City] Among the manuscripts of girls who are always read minds, interested girls can collect them. It is still Two-dimensional+ three-dimensional, um, bird The sauce just likes to smash why ╭(╯^╰)╮