Benjamin finally accepted his job that was kept secret from the outside world, and he thought that Gu Qing did not know but in fact knew very well about Gu Qing, that is, to enter the quartermaster department of MI6, which made him very busy and unpredictable in the future.

Gradually, Gu Qing became a person again, which undoubtedly made him a little lonely, so he decided to create some fun for himself.

On the day Jim got his first month's salary, he came to invite Gu Qing to dinner, the last sentence they were still talking about which restaurant to go to, and the next sentence Gu Qing muffled up the thunder, completely ignoring the time for people to prepare and buffer: "Jim, you are a "Professor". A firm tone, not a question.

The smile on Jim's face froze instantly.

"Professor, to reintroduce me, I'm Sigerson." As he spoke, he showed a Gu Qing-style smile. Gu Qing's smile has always been very pleasing, even if you know in your heart what kind of person he is, even if you were choked and almost vomited blood before that, or you were angry and wanted to raise your middle finger, but when you see such a warm smile, no matter how big the anger is, it will basically disappear into invisibility.

However, Jim was not happy to see such a smile, at least on the surface, and he said helplessly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you, you look so perfect, and I'm nothing, I'm just a little person-"

"You're my first friend, Jim." Gu Qing lowered his eyes and looked at Jim sincerely, even if the tone was not painful, but there were people with full acting skills, very strong appeal, full marks for appearance← ranking before and after, well, probably.

"I'm sorry, Patrick, really, I didn't mean to, I really wanted to be friends with you. What can I do to forgive me? Jim looked at Gu Qing with blank eyes, he also had big eyes, he looked like he was crying at this time, and he looked like a poor girl (man) begging her boyfriend not to leave.

"First of all, I also know that I am extraordinary; Second, we're not breaking up; In the end, I just wanted to say "You're my first friend, Jim." So now we can go to lunch? Gu Qing's words instantly broke the atmosphere of #about friendship (love) and betrayal# created by Jim.

Jim: The feeling of powerlessness that "......" was hit again by Gu Qing's unreasonable cards came to his heart again, but he didn't just be beaten passively, he looked at Gu Qing with some grievances: "Did you already know that I was a "professor"? And how are you—"

"I'm not going to make friends casually, Jim, and I respect your choice." Yes, it was Jim who chose to "go incognito" first, and the first time he met Jim in the library, he officially confirmed that Jim had communicated with him online for two years, and made an appointment to meet the "professor" at the British Museum. He didn't flinch as Sherlock had suggested, but chose to show up in a more dramatic way. Since this is the case, then Gu Qing decided to respect Jim's choice and see how understanding he is.

Jim glanced at Gu Qing with a cautious expression, and after confirming that he was sincere in saying such a thing, the grievances in his eyes disappeared, replaced by joy, and his big black eyes brightened again. He's so happy that he's lost in someone's words, and it makes him look really cute.

And Gu Qing turned his head to look at Jim, slung his brown satchel cross-body, and smiled so brightly that the two cute little tiger teeth were undoubtedly revealed, so he said, "Jim, you are so cute." ”

Jim's ears were red, and until they sat down on the park bench after lunch, Jim didn't dare to look into Gu Qing's eyes, but he was shy and astringent from time to time (?). The little gestures of the people betrayed him.

When Jim couldn't help but peek at the beautiful young man sitting next to him again, the other party turned his head the moment he looked over, and his eyes met, and the young man's blue and gray-green eyes were full of smiles, "I caught you~" The tail tone was up, very naughty.

Jim was startled and leaned back like a frightened bunny.

The boy who succeeded in the prank laughed, the afternoon sun sprinkled down like a layer of golden light on him, he was beautiful like an angel, he looked so good, Jim lowered his head and the smile under his eyes became stronger and stronger, ah, I was really a little reluctant, but now is not the time to face the British government, unhappy~

……

"Boss, another victim has been found, this is the third one this month, damn it!" Donovan said with an ugly face, Inspector Lestrade also looked bad, not only because there were three homicides in a month, but also because the murderer was extremely cruel and actually skinned the victim alive.

Taking a deep breath, Lestrade led his team to the scene of the crime, the smell of the scene was not very good, the investigation team that arrived first was like a vegetable, not to mention the rookies who turned around and vomited, and even the experienced investigators repeatedly did a good job of psychological construction, even if this was the third time they faced the same scene in this month.

Lestrade put on a protective suit and asked Donovan: "Do we have any clues about the identity of the victim?" ”

Donovan turned his head away from looking at the bloody victim lying in the center, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said: "The victim's wallet and ID were not found at the scene, but we found a mobile phone fifty meters away from here, which should be the victim." At this point, Donovan hesitated, and only when she received Lestrade's questioning glance did she say, "Chief, you should take a look." ”

Lestrade took the mobile phone, and as soon as he saw the photo on the phone screen, he understood why Donovan was that look, he looked at the mobile phone and looked at the address book and email address in it, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "He is not the victim, but obviously our victim knows him and has a very close relationship." "There is only one contact in the address book, P.H., and even the phone screensaver is that beautiful boy's, obviously taken at close range, and the little Sherlock Holmes is very natural in the photo, obviously not taken secretly.

Lestrade didn't have the heart to sigh that he could see the hidden information by looking at the photos, so he smiled wryly and said to Donovan, "I'll call to confirm." ”

…… Before Gu Qing rushed over from Cambridge, another Sherlock Holmes, the "consulting detective" Sherlock, jumped down in a taxi with an excited face, and the cordon broke in for nothing.

Sherlock was a little surprised, and it was only for a moment, until Lestrade took two steps forward and asked him, "Did your brother call you?" ”

"Nope." Sherlock quickly denied it, but because of Lestrade's words, the excitement that had been caused by the emergence of a serial murder case that could be used to kill boredom dissipated a lot, and his eyes swept towards Lestrade like substance, "What does it have to do with Patrick?" ”

"It is very likely that the victim this time is his friend, we are on the phone, and he is on his way," Lestrade said honestly. ”

"Give me your phone." Sherlock never knew what politeness was, and Lestrade weighed it for a while, and finally reluctantly handed him the evidence bag containing his mobile phone when Sherlock looked impatiently.

Anderson, who was not far away, saw that it was rare not to shout "Boss, that's evidence", and only glanced here to get Sherlock's "shut up", Anderson originally saw that the deceased might be Gu Qing's friend, and he didn't immediately get on the bar with Sherlock, but now it's okay that Sherlock started the trouble first, and he took advantage of it, so he sneered at each other: "Ha, I haven't spoken yet!" Do you have a problem with your ears? ”

"You even breathe will affect my thinking, so I ask you to shut up, don't breathe, don't think, because every minute and every second you are pulling down the IQ of the whole of London." Sherlock's speed of speech is obviously something that ordinary people have to look up to, and the same speed of speech that he wants to match is his poisonous tongue Cheng Dù, and at the same time he has gone through all the information on his phone at an unparalleled speed, throwing out a "boring" word and throwing the phone back to Lestrade by the way, striding towards the corpse.

Anderson looked at Sherlock dumbfounded, and the golden knife crouched down next to the bloody victim and began the autopsy. If he circled the corpse as if he were performing a drama, and shook his powerful curly hair and used the crime scene as a catwalk, showing off his clothes that were famous brands from the inside out, he could be called an autopsy.

Anderson yelled for a long time, but he didn't see Sherlock ignore him, and he shouted to Lestrade without discouragement: "Boss, why don't you stop him, he is at the scene of the pollution crime!" ”

Lestrade lowered his voice and said, "Because I don't want to see the next victim show up!" He glanced at the reluctant Anderson and said a little tiredly, "What do you think of the murderer?" ”

Anderson thought for a moment and said: "First of all, the murderer is a doctor, or he is a person engaged in the medical-related industry, which can be seen from the fact that he completely and cleanly peeled off all the skin of the victim. ”

"Wrong!" Sherlock's subwoofer fired, and Anderson let out an "aha", thinking that this time you heard Lao Tzu speak, and the afterglow swept to see the little curly hair that wished him a happy breakup and was really broken up and caused him to make headlines in Scotland again, and was carrying a brown leather satchel and crossed the cordon with slender legs, and Anderson, who never opened the door, immediately said: "Do you really use the cordon as a skipping rope?" ”

"Anderson, while I'd love to talk to you about the timeliness of information in the process, I'm sure I don't have that kind of leisure right now. Oh, you can go straight to my brother, I hope you've changed your original crappy way of showing affection, good luck. Gu Qing choked on Cheng Dù, who was not worthy of his life, and Sherlock's poisonous tongue Cheng Dù was on par, and walked towards the bloody corpse in Anderson's "......" expression.

As he passed Anderson, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "How timely is the information disseminated?" What the heck? ”

Anderson: "...... serious, sir?" Still complaining at this time?

"Patrick, you netizen." Sherlock glanced at his younger brother with his usual cold and haughty expression, and said bluntly.

Gu Qing turned his head to look back, didn't speak, and quickly turned his gaze back to the corpse, and performed an artificial facial muscle and bone scan and reorganization on the face without skin and flesh, he licked his thin and red lips, and said after a long silence: "It's him." ”

Sherlock slid his throat and said nothing.

Anderson couldn't stop complaining in his heart: After the last time #Finger is a murderer detector#, this time there is more #Eyes are DNA detectors/fingerprint detectors#? Ha, when Gu Qing has the #staring at whom, who is pregnant# skill, he will definitely not make a fuss.

"Are you sure? We need to do further identification, maybe your friend just accidentally lost their phone. Although it is unfair to say this to the victims of other people's friends and family, ordinary people, even as detectives, have relatives and aliens, and they try not to bring this kind of affection to work.

"The victim was cleanly cut throat and bled out, but there were no wounds on the victim's body, not even defensive bruises; Starting with the abdomen, he only needs to keep the human skin intact, why? Sherlock ignored Lestrade and the others, his eyes burning at his younger brother, apparently waiting for him to continue.

There were countless starlight circulating under Gu Qing's eyes, no one could imagine what was the limit of what the Holmes wanted to use their ingenuity and ingenuity, even if someone had learned the lesson of blood and tears, they probably didn't have the opportunity to warn others about it.

"He's making human skin art."

Lestrade and Anderson: "!! ”

After Gu Qing finished saying his conclusion, he walked out, and the voice that came from him was very calm: "Please let me be alone and quiet." His back looked very thin, and Lestrade and Anderson understood it, no matter how smart he was, he was still a kid after all, and he had just lost a friend, and even if his voice sounded calm, maybe his eyes were red and he was starting to shed tears......

――I can only say that brain supplementation is a disease, please do not give up treatment.

Sherlock watched his younger brother's back fixedly, and one of the deepest rooms in the memory palace was opened, and Redbeard wagged his tail at him inside. After Redbeard's death, after Sherlock built his own memory palace, he created a special room to keep the memories related to Redbeard and Redbeard inside, and usually locked it outside.

The memory palace perfectly simulated the environment, sounds, and images, even the fragrance of the grass at that time, the pleasant feeling of the warm breeze blowing on his cheeks, and the cheerful cry of Redbeard, which was about to pounce on the three-headed Patrick who was being held by Mycroft not far away, and Mycroft's disapproving voice came: "Concentrate, Sherlock." ”

No, no, no, that's not what Mycroft said at the time.

Sherlock instantly returned to reality from the memory palace, and he could no longer see Gu Qing's figure in his sight, his brows were tightly locked, and soon Ling Ran's eyes swept over Lestrade and Anderson, who were still confused: "I thought Patrick and I had made it very clear, why are you still standing here, waiting for the murderer to fall from the sky?" It seems that the professionalism of Scotland Yard cannot be counted on! Obviously, the murderer we are looking for has anti-social tendencies, and has an old handicraft shop inherited from his father, most likely an old shop that has been passed down for generations, and the murderer has never left that shop for most of his life. I believe this is not the first time he has committed a crime, and his first victim was his father. The victims have all been to that store before, and they were selected in the store, so can you use your brains that have not been fully formatted, no, just finger up the address of that store. You'd better pray soon! ”

Lestrade and Anderson have the next victim in mind, but apparently Sherlock isn't worried about what the victim isn't a victim of, he's a high-functioning sociopath. Besides, Sherlock felt that Scotland Yard should be more worried about the murderer than the victim, and he shouldn't have provoked a Sherlock Holmes.

Patrick, Sherlock should have figured out where he was going at the first time, he really wanted to be quiet, and the way to be quiet was not to find a place to secretly wipe his tears, but to find out the culprit who caused the trouble.

……

"Detective, can you imagine that my youngest brother has been confronted with an average of one kidnapper every thirteen months since he was born? Despite this, he was still full of kindness to the crowd, and now it was just reality that had disappointed him again. ”

Lestrade looked at Mycroft in shock, the man who was definitely not just the last man in the government, and his distant gaze fell on the young man in the orange blanket not far away. Lestrade also looked over, and some of the cordons had been raised, and there was the murderer's shop one street further inside.

When they came to arrest the murderer in full gear, they unexpectedly saw the curly-haired boy who was supposed to be sad for the loss of his friend, his eyebrows were very calm, far from the appearance of a seventeen-year-old boy, and saw them say in a very sparse and ordinary tone: "Are you here to catch the murderer?" He's over there, please. If you don't mind, I'd like to see what he took from my friend. ”

They all knew what the so-called "thing" was, and it was because they knew it that they felt shuddering, and such a scene was really weird.

Seriously, at that moment Lestrade was ready to see the possibility of seeing a corpse. But it was like they never thought that Gu Qing would find the murderer first, nor did they expect that the murderer would be unharmed, at least it looked like that.

Lestrade tried to ignore the slightest strangeness in his heart, and after signaling his subordinates to take the murderer away, he wanted to say something to the young man who had been standing by and watching quietly during the process, but when he met the box he was holding tightly, he choked on his dry throat and couldn't say anything again.

Then Lestrade saw the black umbrella and its owner outside the cordon, and when he heard what he said, he felt even more-unpleasant!

"I beg your pardon for missing me first, Inspector." McCroft's voice came again, and Lestrade saw the curly-haired boy not far away, who had already recorded his confession and was walking this way.

Mycroft greeted him with his black umbrella, and Lestrade subconsciously followed, his throat so dry that he only squeezed out one sentence: "I'm sorry." ”

Gu Qing lowered his eyes and responded politely without any emotion: "Thank you." ”

When they were gone, Lestrade turned his head and cursed, "Damn murderer! "The good detective doesn't know what will happen to the seemingly unharmed murderer, there are so many ways in the world that can make people look like nothing is going on the surface, but the inside has collapsed.

"He's here to pick out a birthday present for me, Mycrof." As the black sedan drove smoothly, hearing the younger brother say this in a calm tone, Mycroft's hand that had been on the handle of the umbrella tightened, but he felt a little annoyed in his heart, it seemed that the agents sent to Cambridge needed to go back to the furnace and rebuild!

"I think I should be sad, Mycroft."

Mycroft sighed inwardly and said, "Life has an end, and hearts are broken, and it's not a good thing to care too much, Patrick." ”

"I'm hungry, can you treat me to dinner, Mycrof?" Gu Qing paused and then abruptly changed the subject, and Mycroft said calmly: "Of course, of course." ”

The black sedan drove steadily in the midst of the traffic, and the conversation between the two brothers came to an end, and they returned to an indescribable silence.

After dinner, it rained outside, and McCroft took advantage of this to leave his young brother in his mansion on Bellmel Street. Of course, there are not only guest rooms for Gu Qing, but also for Sherlock, even if they rarely come to stay, not to mention that the frequency of the master bedroom of the mansion has only increased in the past two years. As a man on his way to the pinnacle of power in the British Empire, Mycroft didn't just rely on redundant paperwork to get promoted, even if he hated running errands.

Mycroft took out a glass of warm milk from the kitchen and put it in front of Gu Qing, Gu Qing frowned and said with disgust: "Mycroft, I have reason to suspect that you are taking revenge on me for installing a camera in the kitchen to make you look at it and not eat." ”

Mycroft gave a McCroft-esque smirk: "Now that you know, drink it, and then be a good boy and wash up and sleep." ”

"I knew it." Having said that, Gu Qing still poured the glass of milk, and Mycroft was almost amused by his younger brother's look of death, as for revenge or something, it would be too childish, wouldn't it?

After that, Mycroft watched his young brother go to the guest room with normal steps, and after the door was closed, Mycroft got up and poured himself a glass of whiskey, and when he sat back on the sofa again, Mycroft was not in a hurry to drink, he took his mobile phone and sent a text message unhurriedly, and only when he put down his phone did he pick up the glass and bring it to his mouth to take a sip of amber whiskey.

221B Baker Street

Sherlock quickly grabbed his phone and glanced at it after hearing the tone of the incoming text message, [Patrick drank milk and went to rest, it will be fine. ――MH]

Such words used by ordinary people to comfort others, Mycroft didn't say a word to Gu Qing, he knew very well that they didn't need it, and now he would take this as a Sherlock Holmes-style way of caring. As a result, Mycroft also hoped that the incident did not cause a psychological shadow on his youngest brother, or that he would not be hurt by it.

Sherlock stared at the screen for five seconds, sneered, dropped his phone, wrapped himself in silk pajamas and nestled in a couch.

And what about the other Sherlock Holmes, who was at the center of the accident?