Mycroft 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 dim light on his side as the intersection point, reflecting his face, a little blurred.

Sherlock smiled just in time to see Mycroft, and he showed his brother what it meant to "change his face in a second": the original smile of joy instantly subsided, and he drooped his face.

McCroft rubbed the handle of the umbrella, and the reserved smile on his face did not change.

Sherlock slowed down by half a beat, and Erin, who was in a daze, hit her head directly on his arm, "What's going on—" Needless to say, Erin also saw Mycroft who was waiting for the rabbit, and her first thought was: "Oh no, I forgot to cover the surveillance camera when I threw my phone." At that time, the murderer was about to stab Sherlock with a knife, and Erin took out her mobile phone and threw it over in a hurry, without any strength, let alone remembering to cover the surveillance camera......

Shylock said disapprehantly: "I told Sù Reistrade that the phone fell from a hot air balloon at a height of 37 meters, and besides, he was going to dispose of the body of the second victim, so he would not have thought of checking the surveillance video." ”

Erin seems to have grasped the wrong point: "How did the thirty-seven meters come about?" ”

Sherlock rightly said, "I don't know, I said it casually." ”

Erin thought thoughtfully: "Then you must be talking serious nonsense again." ”

Sherlock immediately retorted to her: "That's what their idiots can't hear." ”

When his brother came to care for him, Mycroft was greeted by the back and forth between his brother and his brother's roommate, and he no longer leaned against the black umbrella, but stood still, at which point Sherlock and Erin also walked up to him.

The British government didn't smile: "So, another case has been solved, which is really for the benefit of the public." ”

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

"As usual, I'll take care of you, and your roommate." When McCroft said "your roommate", his eyes fell lightly on Erin, who was still shamelessly pulling Sherlock's sleeve, "Good evening, Miss Ai." ”

Erin reflexively stood upright, and was about to send a sincere greeting to Mycroft, when Sherlock said impatiently, "Now I hear your 'care', oh, if you're waiting for me to 'care' about you: weight gain again?" ”

As soon as Sherlock said this, Comrade Xiao Ai, who was originally in a posture of waiting for the leader to review, followed suit, and it seemed that the appearance of Mycroft had achieved the role of "reminding the gods", and she was much more sober now.

Mycroft's expression changed, and at last he showed a big McCroft smile -- the kind of smirk that didn't seem to be a smirk at first glance and then looked at it, and maybe a little bit official -- said slowly, "Actually, it's minus." ”

Erin nodded in agreement.

Sherlock noticed her move, glanced at his brother's hairline, and said ruthlessly, "Don't think about it, Mycroft didn't use the prescription you bothered to write. ”

Erin blinked, she didn't think about it, but Sherlock didn't give her the chance, and he gave his brother a Sherlock-esque smirk—the kind that you knew was a smirk at first glance, with a fold at the corner of her eye—and greeted him with little sincerity: "Good evening, Mycrof." And with a repugnant sentence, "Please try not to start a war until we get home, you know what the traffic will become." ”

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Erin's wrist through his sleeve and pulled her out, leaving only a pair of dashing backs for the British government.

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

Miss Secretary didn't look up from beginning to end, her eyes were on her BlackBerry, but when Sherlock mentioned the "prescription", she subconsciously lowered her head.

For a while, the atmosphere on this side was a little stagnant, and the other side seemed much more harmonious.

Sherlock stared at Erin, who was much more sober, and still spared no effort to ridicule his brother at this time: "It seems that Mycroft has a very good effect on reminding the gods, Uh?" ”

But this time Erin didn't stand in the same trench with him, she thought about it and said very seriously: "He makes me can't help but be in awe." "She'd done that before.

Sherlock forced his assistant to turn his elbow out, "What stupid are you talking about?" ”

Erin wasn't afraid of Sherlock: "I didn't want to expose you, but you're actually in awe of Mycroft, who said you'd describe him as your demon king." ”

The dead fat man, Sherlock gritted his teeth for a moment, and then raised his chin to Erin: "As my assistant-"

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Erin, who "accused" Sherlock's "harshness" before: "But as the boss, you don't give me a mobile phone reimbursement at public expense." ”

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

Erin pretended to be suddenly aware and said, "So is this the real reason why you went up and stomped on my phone without saying a word?" "After pasting the mobile phone on the murderer's face before, under the force of interaction, the mobile phone was not rotten, but it fell to the ground, and Sherlock went up without saying a word and stepped on the mobile phone, directly causing the mobile phone 'non-combat casualties'. Even if the Scotland Yard team picks up their phones, they can't get information from them.

Sherlock slipped his other hand into his coat pocket: "Or what do you think?" ”

Erin understood the deep meaning of what Sherlock was doing, but now that her boss asked so rhetorically, she always had to give a different answer, she turned her head and smiled and said, "You are ashamed to see that I, as an assistant, saved your physical evidence as a boss, so I 'destroyed the body'?" ”

Sherlock didn't like the answer, and replied stiffly: "This is a good indication that your observation needs to be strengthened." ”

Erin chimed in, "Yes, sir. ”

Sherlock let out a soft snort from his nose, which sounded sarcastic, but inexplicably annoyingly cute.

The two of them just talked about it and went to the main lane to take a taxi, hmm, was there something that was deliberately forgotten?

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

Smoked by the heat in the car, the drowsiness that had been artificially driven away quickly returned, Erin yawned, and said to Sherlock when she protested again with her upper eyelids, "I can't hold it anymore, remember to call me when you go to Baker Street, but I probably won't wake up-" She didn't finish her sentence, and quickly settled down, no, she leaned back in her chair and went to Mengzhougong.

The taxi drove smoothly on the streets of London, and all kinds of lights on the street were reflected in the windows, but the car was silent, and it seemed to isolate the hustle and bustle of the world. Sherlock was used to it, so what did it have to do with him, he didn't care about it, but this time it was different, Sherlock turned his gaze out of the window, well, he could see the person sitting next to him through the window.

Of course, it is also possible that Mr. Detective is actually looking at the scenery outside the window.

After a few moments, Mr. Detective frowned, and Comrade Xiao Ai's head was about to make close contact with the car window.

Mr. Detective pursed the corners of his mouth, reluctantly lending a helping hand to avoid this impending tragedy.

After two cycles, Mr. Driver couldn't stand it anymore, and Sherlock stiffened, awkwardly put his hand on Irene's shoulder, and adjusted her sleeping position, so that her head rested on his knee. Erin's hand unconsciously grabbed the hem of his shirt and muttered "Sherlock? Sherlock froze completely, and waited for a long time to hear nothing else before he calmed down.

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

……

……

Erin woke up refreshed and refreshed, looked around and saw that she was in her bedroom, and her last memory was frozen in when she and Sherlock left the scene of the accident, got into a taxi back to Baker Street, and ...... No more.

Erin briefly freshened up, and went down to the third floor to the living room on the second floor, and as soon as she stepped in, she was about to call out "Sherlock" in her mouth, and after meeting a pair of bright, perceptive gray-blue eyes, she subconsciously stood up and greeted the owner of the eyes, "Good morning, Mr. Holmes." ”

Mycroft's gaze didn't immediately look away, he showed a friendly and harmless smile, I don't know if it was just a smile on the surface, "Mycroft is fine, Erin." "-- Yesterday he himself called Comrade Xiao Ai 'Miss Ai'.

Mycroft looked Erin up and down and said slowly, "Looks like you had a good night's sleep yesterday and didn't have PTSD." ”

Sherlock sat on the couch across from him, fiddling with his violin, literally, as if he hadn't heard his brother talking, plucking the strings...... Noises.

Mycroft turned his head and threw a helpless and slightly reproachful look at his troubled brother, which probably meant a look between "still so childish" and "don't always be so angry", which made Sherlock, who was well versed in observing words and feelings—literally—roll his eyes, and then he finally looked at Erin, but quickly looked away, "Don't prepare tea, Mycroft is leaving." ”

Less than a minute after he arrived, Mycroft pushed his cheek with his tongue, and the next moment he regained his composure: "Actually, I'm not here for you, Sherlock. ”