Greg? Lestrade, who always thought he knew Mycroft? Sherlock Holmes, his fiancé and who he might marry, but it turns out he doesn't seem to know as much about Mycroft as he thinks, at least ...... He never knew that Mycroft had a sister who was still in prison.

The name of the prison was Schellingford, and as Inspector of Scotland Yard, he had heard of it, that it was only for those who could not be held, and it was said that he was on an island, but it was clear that no one knew exactly where it was except for a few key people.

The man was very tight-mouthed, and at least Lestrade had known him for so many years and had never heard of that place.

But Lestrade hasn't heard of it, it doesn't mean that others haven't, such as Hannibal and Harold, of course, Harold discovered this place by accident, that secret place that can't be hidden, he didn't have much interest in that place at that time, so he kept that secret in the deepest part of his memory. As for why Hannibal knew, it was to ask the late Jim, the great master of crime? Mr. Moliati.

People can't keep a secret forever, they always need to share it, and of course the main reason why Mr. Moriarty told Hannibal was to seduce him so that he could show up for a special person in that prison. It's just a pity that Hannibal is not interested in those who can't keep an eye on him, or even those who are caught/caught, even if Moriarty says that there is a very, very interesting girl in it, he doesn't get the slightest interest.

Olos, Olos? The man Sherlock Holmes has been completely erased, from this world, from the memories of many people. Of course, Mycroft was also involved, and even he made most of the contributions, and the girl was smart and scary since she was a child, and she was a Sherlock Holmes and of course had Sherlock Holmes qualities, such as she didn't have much affection.

No, maybe Mycroft later found out that Olos was probably the first of them to learn human feelings, but she only learned one thing, and that was jealousy, which led her to kill Sherlock's best friend and make Sherlock tamper with her own memories. There is no Redbeard in this world at all, or rather it is not a dog at all, but a living person.

A smart girl is always pampered, and she will also use her strengths, Olos can "conquer" everyone who talks to her, she is like a demon or an angel, abducting you step by step to the territory.

Olos, that name also has a meaning of the east wind, which Mycroft will always remember.

Mycroft looked helplessly at the man in front of him who was angry with him, to be honest, he didn't want to hide it, he just ...... There are also many things, especially about his family, that he can't say clearly.

"You never told me that you have a younger sister, and a little sister is still in prison."

"Gray,

My dear, I swear I hide it from you for your own good. ”

Mycroft raised his hand and swore that in his own with Greg? After Lestrade fell in love, the man saw him through, and she said that at last one of Holmes had learned human feelings, and she said that she really wanted to meet the love of Mycroft, his brother's lover.

Of course, Mycroft refused, he knew the danger of Olos, so he would not put Lestrade in danger.

"You love that person more than your family."

"That's a different kind of love, and I love you too, my little sister."

But everyone knows that this can't be true, maybe he loves Olos but with a different kind of love.

If it weren't for the fact that there were a few people around Lestrade who she thought she couldn't challenge for the time being, she would have caught Lestrade among Schellingford, and then had a fun game, after all, this Greg? Reistrade was not only a lover of Mycroft, but also an important friend of Shylock, as Moriarty told her.

However, Moriarty also reminded her that it was best not to have the idea of moving Lestrade, because he probably had people around him who even Olos could not defeat.

She finally saw the man, and at the end of the game, she was handcuffed and sat in the police car, and the silver-haired man walked up to Sherlock, then ...... She gave him a punch, which still looked quite heavy, and then she knew what Sherlock was saying to the man through the way Sherlock mouthed.

He asked the man to take care of Mycroft, after all, Mycroft didn't look as strong as he thought he would.

How did he answer?

"I will, at least he needs to explain why you're the way you are."

I don't know why Olos kind of wanted to smile, it's so funny that an ordinary goldfish actually subdued two Sherlock Holmes. She had known Mycroft for so many years, and it was the first time she knew that Mycroft needed to be taken care of.

The man came to his side just as she was thinking, Greg? Lestrade, isn't it? His name.

"Olos?"

He called her name, and Olos turned her head to look at him, hadn't she told him that talking to herself was easy to control, to be conquered, and that she could even make this man do anything, anything he wouldn't do.

"Is that your name? Very nice to hear. ”

Are you sincere? Obviously, the name sounds stupid, like McCroft is like Sherlock.

"Won't you talk to me? Of course, if it were someone else who had gone through all this, they wouldn't be willing to speak. ”

He reached out and took her hand, but it was only a matter of time that Olos felt the warmth of a human being, and the man was warned to leave her immediately, because she was ...... Dangerous.

"Okay, let me say a few words."

A gentle smile came to his face, "It's clear that Mycroft might be in trouble, with the Sherlock Holmes, though...... I think that's his lesson. It is a pleasure to meet you, and if I can, please allow me to visit you. ”

Visit? Don't laugh, Mycroft won't agree, and this person is just a goldfish, an ordinary person, and he will still be afraid of many things, including her.

"Mr. Lestrade, if anything happens to you, we'll ......"

"Your eyes are beautiful."

These were the last words Lestrade said to her, and Olos looked at the man and frowned, her eyes ...... That was the only outward resemblance between her and Sherlock and McCroft, both of whom had beautiful pupils.

Mycroft accepts the anger from Lestrade, and it is clear that Lestrade thinks that Mycroft should take on the responsibility of being the eldest brother anyway, rather than keeping his sister in prison for decades.

"Gray, it's different, because Olos ......"

"My, you're just impatient, no matter how dangerous Olos is, you shouldn't abandon her completely."

Mycroft sighed, Lestrade would not understand the danger of Olos, she was like a ticking time bomb, she had no feelings, whether it was killing or saving people, in her eyes it was just a word.

Mycroft went to explain that Hannibal was dragging Will over there to watch the play, and that Harold had returned to London as fast as he could because of this incident, and that he would take over everything as soon as McCroft's replacement if something happened to McCroft.

For Mycroft's explanation, Lestrade frowned, "If it's dangerous, there's no one who isn't dangerous, just like Hannibal you never knew what Hannibal wanted to do when he was a kid!" ”

Hannibal looked surprised, as a child...... He never knew that Lestrade had seen through him, that he wanted to kill his nominal brother, and that he was in some way as dangerous as Olos.

"I'm sorry, Hannibal, I shouldn't have ...... Bring up those things. ”

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Lestrade rubbed his short hair and paced in place. Will made a wow-wow, as if to say what Hannibal had done when he first came to the house, and Hannibal sighed, if he said that, should he be grateful that Lestrade hadn't abandoned him?

"My dear, no matter what, Olos can't come out of there, because ...... She's going to kill more people. ”

Lestrade knew that it was impossible for Olos to change up, but that person no longer had any conversations with the outside world, he just felt a little sorry for the child, maybe if someone paid attention to her when she was a child and understood her feelings and needs, things were likely to turn around.

"No matter what, Mycroft, I can't forgive you for what you did, whether it's the fact that you put yourself in danger without informing me, or the things about Olos and Sherlock, so please let me be quiet tonight."

“dad？”

Hannibal called him a dad, this was the first time Lestrade had driven Mycroft home, he refused to keep Mycroft at home today, and Mycroft opened his mouth, he knew that Lestrade would be angry but did not expect to be angry like this.

“please。”

Mycroft left, and Lestrade sat on the couch and lowered his head to cover his face, he almost lost Mycroft today, if Olos was being ruthless, if Sherlock pulled the trigger, although he knew Sherlock wouldn't.

Either way, the fact that he may have almost lost Mycroft is there.

“dad？”

Hannibal's voice sounded in Lestrade's ears, and Lestrade covered his face and said sullenly: "Hannibal, can I ask Mycroft to you for the time being?" ”

Because he still remembered that Mycroft might not be as strong as he imagined.

"Of course, I promise to keep an eye on Mycrof."

Hannibal was the best candidate, because he was the one who understood the human psyche, and once again there was a sound of the door closing, this time leaving Hannibal and Will.

Harold stepped forward and sat down beside Lestrade, and he whispered to Lestrade, who shook his head and said he was fine.

"Sherlock has asked to visit Olos, so you can go to Schellingford if you want."

Sherlock couldn't really abandon his sister, the clever but poor sister.

"I just...... I don't know how to describe my current mood. ”

Harold hugged Lestrade, and he thought of what Lestrade had just said, but this person knew that they were different and dangerous, didn't he? But he never said anything, he never said anything like sending them away or locking them up, he just pretended to be an ordinary person.

"Thank you, Dad, for everything."

In the end, Lestrade would always forgive Mycroft, and he always will. Mycroft later told Lestrade a lot about Olos, and the newborn Olos was still cute, because it was the least lethal moment for her.

They had asked Olos to tell them about Redbeard, because it was a human life, but it was then that Mycroft noticed that Olos was different, and she didn't care about her life.

"Mycroft, I used to think you were omnipotent, but then I found out that you and Sherlock were human beings standing on the ground anyway, and I was glad about that."

They still have shortcomings, and Mycroft is still good at disguise, he never told Lestrade that he was actually prepared for both, and that Harold would completely monitor and seal the prison once he disappeared, he just wanted to play a game with Olos, but underestimated Olos's madness.

The warden died in front of him, not because he didn't want to have blood on his hands, but his hands were always the blood of traitors and terrorists, and in his eyes it was just an innocent person, but innocent people died because of them, or ...... A lot of them.

"If you want to see Olos, I'm willing to accompany you."

He knew how powerful Olos was, so he couldn't let his lover be persecuted.

Olos had recently met three people, a teenager, a Lestrade and Sherlock, who had appeared in her room in a black suit, and he had laughed at the warning.

"What a nostalgic scene."

He has also lived in such a space for a long time.

"Hello, my name is Hannibal? Lecter, a psychiatrist, you can call me Will. ”

Will? She had heard the name, and from Moriati's mouth, she finally stood up and turned to face the boy, Hannibal? Lecter's young psychiatrist, the man whom Moriati adores and wants to pinch, is the object of his challenge.

"Let's talk, Olos."

The young man smiled sincerely, but ...... Evil.

She stood by the stream, looking at Sherlock playing with Redbeard, and McCroft smiling in the distance, and the boy appeared beside her and whispered, "I see you......"

Such an interesting teenager, if she had met before, she might have been a little interested.

She liked Lestrade, that McCroft's lover, maybe Greg? Lestrade was a special presence for Sherlock Holmes, he was different from those people, she could only find this adjective interestingly, and she was willing to smile for Lestrade.

He was a special being, in Olos's heart, like ...... Harbor the same.

A few years later, Olos received an invitation from Lestrade and McCroft that the two of them were getting married. It was sent by Hannibal, he still came back to see her regularly, Olos had common sense to conquer Hannibal, but she failed, Hannibal had grown from a teenager to a young man, his news made Olos smile a little, and then she showed a sad expression.

"If you want to go to a wedding, it's very unlikely."

She knew she would never be able to go out for the rest of her life.

"But I think they should be willing to give you a live broadcast, that's what Greg is asking for."

Greg wants the few members of Mycroft's family to be involved in their wedding, including Oros.

"Do you have any gifts you'd like to give them? Olos. ”

She picked up her violin, but before she could play Hannibal waved her hand, "Nonono, Olos, you can't try to control anyone with the sound of the piano, this is a wedding, Greg's wedding, you don't want to ruin it." ”

She put the bow back on it, well, a blessing.

"Happy newlyweds, Mycroft and Grieg."

I don't know how many years passed, but one day Hannibal and the man named Will appeared in her room, and they brought a message. Greg and McCroft are both ...... When you pass away, sometimes life is so short, isn't it? This is the first time her heart has fluttered, people are born to die, isn't it? She'd seen it all, but why did she still feel heartache?

"Because you still can't accept the fact that Oros, you're more human than you think."

For the first time, she learned to cry, and it turned out that the taste of tears was salty.

Her last haven is gone, and she has only one family in this world.

She was never afraid of death, because everyone was going to die, she just began to fear the death of her relatives, and sometimes Olos wondered if she had been changed, and she began to care about something that she shouldn't care about.

And by the time she really realized it, there were no more relatives in this world.

She wrote the names over and over on the walls, McCroft, Greg, and Sherlock.

She'd play Sherlock's favorite piece, she would read Lestrade's favorite poem, she would play Mycroft's favorite opera, and she would live herself like them.

When she came out of that place again, she was going to meet her own death, and it was peaceful, because it was like she said that everyone was destined to die, and they would be turned into a handful of bones, and slowly forgotten. She'd killed a lot of people, and she'd saved some of them, but that didn't mean anything special to her, they were just names after names.

She looked at the sun outside, warm and comfortable, and she was surprised to remember the arms of Mycroft when she was laughing, when she was very young and just beginning to remember. Mycroft still loved them after all, and she and Sherlock, but his love came awkwardly and abnormally.

Mycroft's arms were as warm as Sherlock's hands, and she loved that embrace, but ...... Then she pushed it away.

She loved the ballad that Mycroft had hummed to her, and it was one of the few memories she remembered.

She liked Sherlock's laughter, or rather screams, which allowed her to get Sherlock's idea.

She loves ...... Does she like Greg? Everything about Lestrade, because he is like a harbor, everyone will get their own salvation, she never understood this sentence, maybe now she is beginning to understand, Sherlock's salvation is John? Watson, is the McCroft Redemption Greg? Lestrade, the same person is also her salvation.

The warm embrace like a mother, and the French songs that are a little out of tune, and those concerned greetings.

He treats himself as an ordinary person, as a baby who needs to be taken care of.

"Can I meet Greg?"

"Olos, Dad has been dead for a long time."

Olos turned to look at the man sitting on the edge of the bed, Hannibal? Lecter, this person is actually more dangerous than himself, isn't he? It's just that he's perfectly hidden himself.

"No, I see him, and Sherlock and McCroft."

And they stood by the bedside and spoke to her, right now.

Harold sighed quietly, he knew that Olos had contracted this problem later, and she began to talk to herself as if she was talking to someone, she kept them all alive in her own mind, as Olos herself said, her hard drive was big enough to run.

"They are always there, in our hearts, in our ...... in the mind. ”

Olos looked at Harold, this is the boy who took over everything from McCroft, Greg? One of Lestrade's adopted sons.

"Yes, Olos we are just living in your mind."

Mycroft said, and Olos pursed her lips she knew, of course she knew.

"I think it's time......"

She didn't want to stay too long, because Sherlock had already shown impatience, but even with that impatience, Sherlock still stood there and held her hand, as warm as he remembered.

"Are you going with us? Olos. ”

She wanted to cry a little, but the man finally spoke to her, and from the moment they appeared, the man just stood in the corner and watched her, nodding vigorously, trying to tell him how much she wanted to leave.

"Then let's go, our little sister."

She held out her hand as if she were taking Lestrade's hand.

Olos smiled and closed her eyes, as if she had gone back to the beginning, at the brook Sherlock and Mycroft were holding her hand from side to side, and they were both barefoot and trouser legs up in the stream, and in the distance a man held out his hand to them, and beside that man there was a short fellow who smiled at her.

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