[If it is convenient to come to 22 Polish Street, Northumb - SH]

When he received Sherlock's text message, Gu Qing was in the British Museum, the oldest and largest comprehensive museum in the world. He glanced at his phone and put it in the pocket of his suit jacket, and before he put it in, he had a glance at the time, which was five minutes before the time he had agreed with the netizen he was going to meet.

That's right, a netizen, they communicated online for two years, and finally decided to meet in reality, this process is in the words of the trend, that is, #face-based#.

Gu Qing planned to visit the Egyptian Museum of Antiquities in the remaining five minutes, and while he was concentrating on seeing the cultural relics, he also became a beautiful scenery in the eyes of others.

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was at the age of incomprehensibility, with deep and handsome features, a slender and tall figure, some gray-green blue eyes like a sea mottled in the sun, and curly black hair that looked soft. He was wearing a navy blue pinstripe suit, a serious tie, and the goose-yellow square scarf exposed on his left chest added a bit of magnificence that should belong to his age, which made people who saw him happy, and even more after seeing the behind-the-ear hearing aids on the ears of this beautiful young man, he showed a look of pity and pity.

[If it's inconvenient, come - SH]

Sherlock's second text message came immediately after thirty seconds, Gu Qing put the phone back without blinking his eyes, he thought that the serial killers reported in the newspaper recently, no, to be precise, gentlemen, could make Sherlock less boring for a few days, so it was better not to bother Sherlock "serving the people" for the time being.

Of course, Gu Qing gave the same blind treatment to another text message from Sherlock that was [likely to be dangerous-SH].

However, at the appointed time, Gu Qing did not wait for his netizens, and the other party sent a message of apology. Gu Qing frowned subconsciously, and before he had time to think about it, his shoulder was patted, Gu Qing's hand holding the phone tightened, and he subconsciously took half a step back to the side.

"I'm sorry, I'm abrupt, I'm the narrator here, I just wanted to ask if you need help?" The commentator who suddenly appeared was a small young man, dressed in uniform, with big bright eyes, and gesturing with sign language that he was not very proficient in.

Gu Qing glanced at his nameplate, Jim, the name of a very passerby.

"I can leave if you don't need to." Jim said a little crampedly.

Gu Qing slid the phone into his pocket, showed a polite smile at the enthusiastic commentator, and said, "No, I think I need a commentator, Jim." ”

Jim showed a look of excitement, he seemed to realize that the expression was a bit exaggerated, and smiled embarrassedly at Gu Qing, "Then do you want to continue to visit the Egyptian Museum of Antiquities?" ”

I have to say that although Jim has a shy personality, he is definitely a very competent narrator, and he is like a treasure of the artifacts in the Egyptian Antiquities, and he does not follow the script. Although he knew very well the origin and value of those cultural relics, Gu Qing was still happy to spend another half hour in the British Museum, given that this was already on his scheduled itinerary, and the friend who was supposed to come to the appointment released his pigeon at the last minute.

When the second hand was about to turn the next turn, Gu Qingchong, who was still in high spirits, Jim, said, "I'm sorry, I have to go, it's nice to meet you, Jim." ”

Jim regretfully but understandingly said, "Well, I'm glad to meet you, too." Well, I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance. ”

Gu Qing's smile widened, revealing his pointed little tiger teeth, which made him look extremely cute, "Merry Christmas." ”

When Gu Qing left the Egyptian Antiquities Museum area and turned back inadvertently, Jim was still standing in place, and when he saw him turn around, he immediately waved at him stupidly.

Gu Qing also waved his hand at him reservedly, a very cute young man, isn't he?

After putting on his coat and leaving the British Museum, when he walked to the main street ten minutes later, he noticed the black car driving towards him, Gu Qing stood still, the car slowly stopped beside him, and the window of the back seat slowly lowered.

The lady with long black curly hair and a black suit just stared at the BlackBerry phone in her hand, her fingertips were still pressing flexibly on the keyboard, and she didn't even give a look to Gu Qing outside the car, and said without raising her head: "Do you want to take a ride?" ”

It was as if he could refuse, but Gu Qing didn't intend to refuse, he took his hand out of the pocket of his coat and pulled the car door, and sat down on the seat given by the black-haired lady.

The black sedan slid smoothly into the driveway and drove at a constant speed.

Gu Qing took out his mobile phone and did the same thing as the lady next to him.

[So what's the name today?] ――PH]

At this time, the secretary finally looked away from the mobile phone screen, turned her head sideways to look at the behind-the-ear hearing aids on Gu Qing's ears, and lowered her head to reply to the message sent by Gu Qing. [Anna, so you're pretending to be deaf today, how do you feel?] ――A]

[The British Museum's security system is so graffiti by schoolchildren that I'm tempted to steal a few artifacts to alert them, you know Christmas is coming.] ――PH]

[But?] ――A]

[I'm worried if they'll find out if they've stolen it, and if not, I'll have to return it, which would be boring.] ――PH]

So what if it's discovered? Miss Secretary imagined in her mind that the three Sherlock Holmes would get together and plan how to "destroy the corpse and destroy the traces", and sincerely sent a text message back to Gu Qing: [God Save the Queen-A]

After arriving at the unspeakable destination, when the secretary was about to get off the bus, she received a smile from the youngest brother of her boss, innocent and warm, as if she still had the light that fell from heaven to earth.

Miss Secretary: "......" manual goodbye!

In less than a minute, the car door was reopened, and McCroft Holmes, dressed in a black three-piece suit, elegantly sat in with his almost undeparted black umbrella, his gray-blue eyes looked at his little brother he hadn't seen for a month with a smile, and hooked the corners of his mouth: "It seems that Mommy has to call someone to customize new clothes for you again, Patrick, clothes that don't fit will look so indecent," his gaze swept around Gu Qinglu's small ankle outside, " But that's the upbeat adolescence, isn't it? The last line is almost an aria.

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys are always pumping fast, as if they are growing crazy like the wind. Gu Qing is now at this stage again, God knows how he has grown so tall in the past few months when he went to Cambridge, obviously Mrs. Holmes, the mothers of the three brothers did not expect it, plus there is no omnipotent and virtuous intelligent housekeeper now, and Gu Qing is busy adapting to college life, and the eldest young master who has been accustomed to living in a waste is relatively not so particular.

Like the navy blue suit he is wearing today, he still agreed with his friends on the Internet before, and he remembered that he went to Savile Row to customize it. Obviously, he was a little taller after that tailoring.

Under Mycroft's teasing, Gu Qing finally reluctantly spoke up: "Twenty years later, McCroft, do you finally miss your adolescence?" He glanced knowingly at Mycroft's receding hairline, and even if it was worth the fuss that he wasn't bald in England, Mycroft, who wasn't yet thirty years old, didn't seem to be among them, and that was always worrying, wasn't it?

Mycroft, who was seven or eight years old in his brother's mouth, was about to thank him for his concern, but he noticed a very serious but interesting question, he rubbed his hand on the handle of the umbrella and thought about it, and then the smile in his eyes became stronger, "It reminds me that we were in the orthodox sense of pen pals at that time, not online dating like we do now." Tell me, you went to meet your netizen today, what was the result? Can I tell Mommy that you're in a relationship, boy? ”

The melancholy on the corners of Gu Qing's eyes and eyebrows was natural, "You can tell Mommy that I'm out of love, I think Mommy must be very willing to come to London often next year, McCroft." ”

"The troubles of adolescence." Mycroft pretended to sigh, no longer rubbing salt on his dear little brother's wounds, and at the same time naturally avoided Mommy's visit to London, and instead talked about their other brother, Sherlock Holmes, who was five years older than Gu Qing, graduated from Cambridge last year, and created his own unique profession "consulting detective", ← long enough prefix.

"It's unfortunate that he's been detained at Scotland Yard."

Gu Qing didn't hear any sympathy from McCroft's tone, but it would be more accurate to describe it as schadenfreude. Gu Qing thought back to the newspaper report, and then thought of Sherlock going to guard the murderer, with his character and skill, when the police in Scotland Yard arrived late—oh, they always are—Sherlock would be more like the murderer.

So his opinion on Sherlock's detention was, "Oh. ”

It all looked like they had no brothers, and what was even more excessive was that they weren't on their way to Scotland Yard to bail Sherlock, but-

"The chef's main dish of the day is steamed veal knee in French wine, and you won't want to miss it." Mycroft blinked and said with pleasure, which became slightly more evident when the fragrant dessert was served at the end of the meal.

Gu Qing licked his little tiger teeth, he would remember to remind Mycroft about the dentist's appointment.

So, what is the situation of their other brother, Sherlock Holmes, the only "consulting detective" in the world?

Scotland Yard

"Of course, these four cases were of course committed by two murderers! Oh my God, why do you take it for granted that they were done by one person? ”

Anderson just wanted to say that the victims were strangled, and a rose was found at the scene of the crime, when he heard the curly hair, which was more like a murderer, suddenly realized: "Except for the fact that the victim can't breathe anymore?" That's great. ”

Anderson: "WTF! ”

"Anderson!" Before the situation became more out of control, Inspector Lestrade decisively threw Anderson to work, and then turned to look at the young man who had just arrived at Scotland Yard and was in a big uproar. Slim white shirt and black suit plus a long black coat, he was very tall, and he had a handsome face, to be honest, when he was first brought to Scotland Yard, there were young policewomen who frequently looked sideways, but his mouth was so hateful that his side eyes turned into angry eyes.

Lestrade asked in a good voice: "On what basis do you conclude that there is another murderer?" The modus operandi and the characteristics of the victims in those four cases were similar. "Reestrade can still be so gentle, firstly because of his character, and secondly, the young man in front of him has indeed caught a murderer - and the results of the test confirm this.

"Finding notices in the newspapers, they are communicating with the guò newspapers. Oh, one thought they were playing, and the other was clearly looking for a scapegoat. Even more stupid was caught, just go and tell him that he was stupid and used, and I promise he will definitely cry and confess the other one. Sherlock said boredly, "Are the murderers now in a hurry to have a more boring Christmas, so their heads are getting emptier?" Bored! ”

Lestrade took a deep breath and was about to call his subordinates to try the prisoner, when Donovan hurried in and said, "Boss, I just received a report that the Minsk Diamond Exchange was robbed and lost 30 million worth of diamonds. ”

Lestrade said with a sad face: "For God's sake, can't the criminals stop a little?" "Can you still make Christmas a good time?

Donovan shrugged and glanced past Lestrade at Sherlock, "What is he going to do?" ”

Lestrade thought for a moment and said, "Inform his parents to bail him out." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard a cheer behind me: "Yes! I knew it looked like the criminals weren't all in a hurry to celebrate Christmas! ”

Lestrade and Donovan looked at each other, and Donovan glared and asked, "Boss, are you sure?" ”

Lestrade nodded a little weakly, and then was refreshed by Sherlock in minutes - Sherlock took out his mobile phone and dialed Gu Qing's phone with great interest, and the original aggression instantly subsided a lot, even the curly hair that looked like teeth and claws became soft, and the sugar content of his voice went up: "My dear little brother, how are you?" I came across an interesting case, a robbery, and while it was stupid enough to put the conclusive evidence on the menu, it was a shameful case for today's criminal world. Leave this irrelevant, I want to tell you that their vault is a Leviathan, obviously the evil sea monster also has an Achilles heel, we can split it fifty-fifty, how about it? By the way, call the guy next to you who weighs as much as the elephant who drinks too much to pick me up. ”

- The Leviathan, the biblical symbol of the evil sea monster.

By the time Sherlock hung up the phone contentedly, Donovan had already pulled out his handcuffs and was about to cuff him, and as for Lestrade, he pressed against his temple, and inexplicably had a worse premonition.

On the other end, Gu Qing hung up the phone thoughtfully, he was not too surprised that Sherlock went to investigate the serial murder case and triggered the branch line of the robbery by the way, but Sherlock invited him to join with such interest, it was really a bit surprising, and then thought of Sherlock's previous text messages, Gu Qing was relieved after thinking about it, this seems to be Sherlock's awkward way of caring. It seems that he went out to meet Ji this time, which aroused the great attention of the two brothers.

The corners of Gu Qing's mouth raised, and as for Mycrof, he already had a McCroft-style smirk on his face: "Sherlock is always so dramatic. "As if Mycroft was in a position to say that he wasn't dramatic, the little black car was still waiting outside.

Gu Qing didn't say anything about this← which probably came down to his own bad standing upright, and playing a deaf and mute in a museum was not much better.

#一脉相承的福尔摩斯们#

……

Anderson glanced at Sherlock and said to Donovan, "Why did the boss agree to let that guy of unknown origin participate in solving the case?" ”

Donovan glanced at Anderson: "Because the boss firmly believes that he is innocent and can help solve the case, by the way, this is a robbery, there are no casualties, why did you come with you as a forensic doctor?" ”

- According to Sherlock, they did interrogate another murderer, and as for the murderer who looked like a #stupid mortal#, he cried when he learned the truth. Sherlock was right, so the good detective, who was honest and flexible, agreed to let him come along, and by the way, he also meant to observe closely.

"I fell in love with that guy at first sight," Anderson rolled his eyes, "and of course I'm going to stare at that guy." ”

Donovan rolled his eyes, ignored the well-fed Anderson, and went back to her job.

Anderson was about to find another vantage point with a better view when he caught a glimpse of a boy who had entered the cordon from the cordon. It must be the second-year teenager who sneaked in to see the excitement, Anderson thought so, and walked over dutifully: "You can't come in, this is not a place where you can have fun." ”

Gu Qing blinked, his clear blue eyes looked Anderson up and down, and he didn't say anything but showed a polite smile at him.

Anderson actually noticed the hearing aid the other party was wearing in the middle of the conversation, but he didn't brake the car, and now he was seriously embarrassed: "Oops."

Just as Anderson was thinking about how to say sorry, he saw the curly-haired curly man who had made Scotland Yard jump and strode over and picked up the hem of his long trench coat. Anderson hummed in his heart, he thought very highly of the rich second generation! - Why, who decreed that a forensic man should not pay attention to fashion?

When Anderson came back to his senses, where was the curly hair and the beautiful boy in front of him, wait, that boy seemed to be curly too? Also wearing a dress that looks custom-made?

When Anderson returned to the scene of the crime with a "WTH" expression on his face, there was an eerily quiet scene, except for the two curly hairs in the center of the eerie quiet, of course.

Sherlock was studying the door to the vault, "This lock can't be picked, how long is the key, a foot?" Oh, put a miniature camera on the fire extinguisher, and you can copy the locksmith who opened the key, but one of the few lockpickers in the world is so suitable to be my consultant! ”

Gu Qing's fingers waved flexibly on the keyboard, and he asked without raising his head, "How is your homeless network established?" ”

Sherlock's lighter eyes than Gu Qing were infused with light, and Gu Qing could hear the smugness in his tone without looking at him, "With the prototype, how about your museum trip for the sake of fairness?" A ten-digit password? The last sentence was clearly addressed to Albert Easley, president and chief engineer of the security company that developed the Leviathan.

The Leviathan sold for seven figures, claiming to be impregnable, and now that it had been breached, Easley was naturally eager to know how the robbers did it, so he replied very cooperatively: "Yes, it is generated by a random number cipher program embedded in the computer system, and the password changes every two minutes." The password is in the vault owner's custody of the key text jiàn, if you want to go in, he will tell you the password instantly, and he is now in Los Angeles, and he always carries the key text jiàn with him. I can responsibly tell you that the random number generator program is flawless! Even if someone hacks into the program, it is impossible to predict the password. ”

"Nonsense!" Sherlock commented unceremoniously, he turned to look at Gu Qing, and said firmly, "Aha! It seems that someone is holding back. ”

Easley asked, puzzled, "What?" ”

The others were equally confused, until they realized that Sherlock wasn't talking to them: "......" at which point Anderson felt his middle finger on the move, and he believed that there was more than one who had the same idea.

Sherlock deduced it, and Mycroft obviously knew it very well, but unlike Sherlock's straightforwardness, the eldest Sherlock Holmes made fun of it, but Gu Qing has always liked to respond to changes with the same: "I said to Mommy, I will go home with you for Christmas." ”

Sherlock jumped up like a cat with its tail stepped on: "No, you didn't! ”

Gu Qing didn't take his eyes off the screen: "No, I have." ”

Sherlock stared at Gu Qing deadly, and after failing to do so, he circled around Gu Qing in a fencing posture, and Anderson poked Lestrade: "Boss, are you sure he didn't come from where the funny artist came from?" "The reason why Gu Qing was not pulled up, Anderson didn't want to be complained that he was bullying a boy with a disability, he still looked normal, Anderson was too naïve to think so-

Gu Qing finally withdrew from his code world and walked to the door of the vault with his computer in his hand and stood still.

Sherlock understood what he was thinking: "Give him a pair of gloves, please." ”

The man wielding the black umbrella instantly came to mind, and Lestrade nodded sadly.

Gu Qing, who put on his rubber gloves again, calmly pressed the ten digits on the password input, and the vault door opened. He tilted his head and winked at the group, "Lucky."

Without waiting for everyone to react in time, the beautiful young man, who had been holding the computer since he came in, said in a complaining tone: "Sherlock, this case is not as interesting as I thought, given that you sent me the algorithm that the robbers used to hack into the random number generation software. Now do you know how to price a job that can be done in an hour and a half? ”

He turned his head to look at Easley, who swore that the random number generation software was flawless, and gave him a proposal: "Fire your software engineer and hire the person who wrote the intrusion software." ”

"Thief." Sherlock's deep voice rang out next, blinking as he spoke, his expression was as innocent as he spoke, and it complemented Gu Qing's equally innocent face.

Quiet.

Quiet again.

The detective reacted first, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Can any of you explain what the hell is going on now?!" ”

Gu Qing looked at Lestrade, turned his head to look at Sherlock, and the two brothers reached a consensus between the lightning and the sparks: Sherlock went to explain to Lestrade and his group members how he picked up the menu by chance, and how he deduced that the menu was involved in a vault robbery, and then helped catch the thief by the way.

As for Gu Qing, he is happy to expand his business, such as upgrading the random generation software, of course, of course, it is paid, who told him that he is just a poor student now - given that he is not yet an adult, the trust fund cannot be used, and it is under the supervision of Mycroft; Christmas is here again, and you have to prepare Christmas gifts for Mommy and Daddy; I also have to save money to upgrade the equipment...... In short, it is very necessary to save pocket money by working part-time.

By the time Gu Qing and Mr. Easley, who had recovered from the blow, finished talking about expanding business, Sherlock had already put on his scarf and was waiting for him boredly. It seems that Sherlock is more agreeable on his side, if you ignore Anderson's outstretched middle finger in the background, Inspector Lestrade's eyebrows that can trap mosquitoes, and Donovan's fierce roll of his eyes.

It can be seen that among those tasks, Sherlock has only overfulfilled the "mouth cannon".

"Give." Gu Qing handed a check to Sherlock, and said that he would get fifty-fifty percent of the remuneration for being a consultant this time. Sherlock put it in his coat pocket without even looking at it, and his whole face was filled with dissatisfaction: "I hate Christmas." ”

"Come on, everybody loves Christmas!" Anderson, who finally found a chance to counterattack, deliberately said loudly, but was unsurprisingly ignored by Sherlock. Anderson continued to sing "A Christmas Carol", Gu Qing blinked and said, "Habitually singing the opposite tune to attract the attention of the other party? Is this crappy way of showing affection still in vogue? Hmm, interesting. ”

Anderson choked hard, pounded his chest and coughed loudly, and after looking at the others with half-believing eyes, the straight man Anderson yelled, "I--no!" ”

Lestrade sighed and patted Anderson on the shoulder, didn't say anything, turned around and ordered: "Get the job done, Donovan, you go back to the police station with me, let's catch those damn thieves!" ”

Donovan gave Anderson a meaningful look before leaving, and shook his head, all without saying a word.

Anderson: "...... F**k！ ”