Sherlock Holmes has been waiting for the return of his "dear" brother Mycroft Holmes, and there is no way to do it, when all your powers are in the hands of one person, even if you hate him, you will look forward to it, just go to Sherlock and look forward to Mycroft.

However, he would not take the initiative to contact the dead fat man, he knew that Mycroft must have gone somewhere to carry out his shady actions, and if he took the initiative to contact him, McCroft could laugh at him for the rest of his life with this matter. So Sherlock wouldn't do that, and with his rare patience he waited until the dead fat man returned home. Who knew that the dead fat man actually wanted to see his doctor secretly, how could he let this thing succeed, Sherlock, who had already calculated this point, kept his doctor on the spot.

Sherlock finally waited for the familiar little black car, and his mood could be called excited, and he eavesdropped on the conversation between Ancia and the doctor, and Mycrof Holmes returned.

He appeared in front of Anthea just right when he was about to leave with his doctor, and said with a Sherlock Holmes-style smirk: "Hey, Anthea, you're here to do things for the dead fat man." ”

It's a declarative sentence, and Ancia can't hold back the smile on her face as she looks at the Sherlock Holmes troublemaker, and her boss only says that she wants to invite Sherlock's doctor to meet, but he doesn't say that she wants to bring his brother with her.

It's just that the man seemed to have guessed their thoughts, and he took the initiative to get into the car.

Ancia twitched the corners of her mouth, and sure enough, the men of the Sherlock Holmes family were all annoying.

No way, after sending a message to her boss, she also took the doctor to the car, and the affairs of little Sherlock Holmes should be left to the big Sherlock Holmes to worry about, she is just a "little secretary".

Then there was Sherlock pushing the door straight in, and now there were only two Sherlock Holmes in Mycroft's office, the real battlefield of Sherlock Holmes.

Anthea entertained Sherlock's doctor with black tea, and she thought that waiting for the doctor would be a formality, and the two Holmes would talk about Sherlock.

Whether to continue drug rehabilitation or return to a normal life depends on a sentence from McCroft.

And now the two of them sat facing each other in the battlefield of Sherlock Holmes, and the simple greeting had just ended, and Sherlock didn't want to talk too much with Mycroft, so he put his hand on the armrest of the sofa and said straight to the point: "You have seen it, I am healthy now." ”

"Sherlock, you're an impostor, and we all know that."

The younger Sherlock did a lot of homework in order to avoid being caught by him taking drugs.

"My dear brother, when did you start not believing your eyes? Or are you of retirement age? ”

Sherlock Holmes always believed in himself the most, and although Sherlock had always tried to disguise himself, he was rarely able to fool Mycroft. Sherlock was extremely upset about this!

"Of course I'm not old enough to retire, but Sherlock can I really trust you not to make the same old mistakes, my poor little brother, can I trust you?"

Mycroft lengthened his tone, staring into Sherlock's eyes, a man's expression that could be perfectly deceiving, but not the eye.

"I found something more interesting."

This was Sherlock's assurance, because they both knew that Sherlock was on drugs because the world was too boring for him.

Mycroft laughed, "More interesting things...... Sherlock, please don't cause too much trouble for our Mr. Inspector. ”

They both knew what Sherlock was talking about, and Sherlock got a satisfactory answer, stood up and straightened his trench coat, he took a step forward and asked Mycrof, "How much do you know?" ”

"More than you think."

McCroft spread his hands, but he knew that Sherlock didn't know many things, such as the humans with special abilities hidden in this society, he knew it very well.

"You-"

"Oh, Sherlock, if you want to get the doctor's note sooner, you should have let your poor doctor come in and talk to me for two minutes."

Mycroft looked at the tangled look on Sherlock's face and smiled even more, and then Sherlock turned around and strode away, Mycroft touched his chin, sure enough, Sherlock is still a child, and he hasn't changed at all over the years.

But Mycroft did trust his own eyes and judgment, and Sherlock had indeed completed all his treatments, at least now he was no different from a normal person.

So after a few conversations with Sherlock's doctor, Mycroft announced that Sherlock could end his drug rehabilitation. Sherlock almost cheered as he finally ended this hapless treatment.

The most important thing is that he was able to participate in Lestrade's case, how could he give up this strange case!

Sherlock took Mycroft's "proof" all the way to Scotland Yard, and he couldn't wait for a moment!

Lestrade saw Sherlock who broke into his office and slapped a piece of paper in front of him, and he was almost so frightened that he scolded F's head, he looked up at Sherlock from the pile of essays and said, "Sherlock? ”

"Detective, what you want, my drug rehabilitation course is over, you can't stop me from participating in your case anymore."

Sherlock was afraid that Lestrade didn't see the piece of paper, so he wanted to put it all on Lestrade's face, and he took the piece of paper from Sherlock's hand, and there was only one signature on it, Mycroft Holmes.

The name was correct, but he hadn't seen Mycroft's signature either, and how did he know if it was a forgery from Sherlock.

"You're suspicious of me! Who would forge the dead fat man's signature, do you know that he is so bored that every signature has to be made different! I can't feel the pattern at all! ”

Sherlock was accusing Mycroft of his crimes, saying that he would have done it if he could have faked it, but that pervert would never have used the same signature, MycroftHolmes, a total of thirteen letters, and Mycroft could make countless combinations, and he didn't know where his brother got his free time.

He complained to Reistrade about McCroft's frivolous crime, and who knew that Reestrade burst out laughing, he knew that Sherlock was naïve, and who knew that Mycroft had such a side, which sounded so cute.

"I haven't seen your brother's autograph, so sit down now, I'm going to get in touch with your brother to talk about your intrusion into my office."

Sherlock sat impatiently to the side and pulled out the file on Lestrade's desk, but Lestrade just asked him to sit there anyway, not saying that he couldn't read it.

Sherlock looked at the file in his hand while paying attention to Lestrade's expression, and when Restrode couldn't help but smile, he frowned and said, "Important, Inspector!" You're in ** again. ”

The last sentence seems to be complaining, and it is like stating something.

"No, it's just a greeting between friends."

Friend? Sherlock Holmes didn't need this kind of thing, and when did Mycroft despise a Qiē Holmes ever had a friend, or this kind of slimy friend, Sherlock snorted twice to show that he didn't agree with Lestrade's statement.

"Your brother said that you forced him to sign his name, and by the way, let me tell you that his signature is regular, but you are too stupid to find out."

Lestrade wanted to laugh at the thought of Mycroft saying that Sherlock was stupid, and sure enough, in front of his brother, no matter how smart Sherlock Holmes was, he was stupid.

"Order?! Does he pick sweets in the order of the day. ”

Sherlock pulled out his phone and greeted Mycroft for the first time and his weight.

"Okay, so will I be able to participate? Mr. Inspector. ”

Sherlock pretended to be well-behaved and looked at Lestrade, but only by looking well-behaved, but Restrider knew how bearish and troublesome his tenant was. As for the case at hand, Lestrade had no intention of involving Sherlock until then, although the case had become a pressure on Scotland Yard.

Because of the announcement of the perverted murderer, the public unexpectedly attached importance to this matter, and the above was compressing their time to solve the case, but the case had been spinning in place, and the twenty corpses found were too far away, and there were no clues left on the body, even the numbers on the clothes could only be seen approximately, and five of the twenty corpses had the same number of clothes vaguely seen, and none of these people with the same number were wearing similar dresses, but there was one point, and the people with the same number were of the same gender.

So Lestrade boldly imagined that maybe the murderer did not look for the victim according to the appearance of his clothes, but he valued people.

Another point is that this murderer is not ordinary rich, each of these clothes is pure handmade and unique, whether it is from the material or some craftsmanship clothes can be bought at a very high price, the price of these clothes together is a large number, you can throw it casually to show that the murderer is strong.

Rich and perverted murderer......

After thinking for a long time, Lestrade finally nodded to Sherlock, there was no way if he didn't agree to the little bastard, the little bastard could also run out to investigate by himself, if something happened during this kind of investigation time, Reistrode would blame himself for the rest of his life.

Sherlock smirked when he saw Lestrade nod, and he knew that Inspector Good would definitely grant his request.

Just as Sherlock wanted to bring all the files to him, Lestrade pressed his outstretched hand, he shook his head and said, "But not now, Sherlock I can't give you things openly, so today I will go home and continue to work." ”

Sherlock scoffs at Lestrade's actions, but the Inspector will never be able to resist, he can only wait, but Sherlock is still a little patient and at least he finds other pleasures, such as playing every Scotland Yard agent who enters Lestrade's office, and then people off.

Donovan disapproves of Sherlock's appearance, but she knows about this man, breaking into the scene of a murder and taunting her colleagues, most importantly, she has a tendency to take drugs. She could never have imagined that Lestrade would be involved with him, and it seemed that the relationship was not bad. Donovan grabbed Lestrade who had come out of the information and asked in a low voice, "Boss, the one in your office?" ”

"I'll take care of my friend's children for a while."

"But he ......"

Knowing what Donovan was trying to say, Lestrade patted Donovan on the shoulder and said, "Okay, I'll take care of it." ”

All Sherlock wants is an interesting case, and as long as there is a case, he will obediently obey, and Lestrade knows how to control the bear child.

As usual, Lestrade is still working overtime today, and when it's finally time to go, he packed all the texts in Sherlock's expectant eyes, bear children can't be deceived, lies will make them start to distrust you, so what was promised to Sherlock, Lestrade will do it.

"Detective, you can speed up your pace!"

It seemed that Sherlock was not at all satisfied with the speed at which Reestrade walked, and Reestrade rolled his eyes and shoved the man into the car, "Sherlock, please be considerate of an old man." ”

Lestrade opened the cab door and looked around habitually with a smile, as if he saw an unknown car parked in the parking lot, but he didn't have much guessing, because there were also people waiting for their families to leave work at this time.

"Go home, I'm going to starve."

In the unseen car, a man with a camera frantically took pictures of Lestrade, and when Lestrade's car was moving away, he put down his camera and touched the newspaper that lured Lestrade to take pictures.

The man obsessively stroked Lestrade's "face" and said, "Inspector Greg Lestrade, Darling you will be my most beautiful dancer." ”