【Howard】Stockholm Experiment

sixteen

John is still alive, just missing.

When everyone knew the news, John's missing person notice had already appeared in the newspaper.

scotland yard.

"Don't worry, I will try my best to create public opinion and put pressure on the gangsters," Lestrade said to Mycroft.

"I don't think I'm better at applying pressure than I am," Mycroft said with a nod to the ground. "You just need to arrest people. I will send people to block London and search traffic."

"That's... thank you very much." Lestrade was surprised that he cared so much about John.

Since Mycroft didn't intend to sit down after entering the door, he had to stand, and the person in front of him smiled slightly: "I'm just for my brother, this idiot actually lost John."

If Sherlock was an idiot, there would be no smart ones, oh, and maybe Mycroft was one - Lestrade slandered.

At this point Donovan knocked on the door, got permission and walked in, placing a stack of newspapers on the table between them.

"I guess everyone in London knows about freaks..." Lestrade coughed lightly at this moment, and Donovan immediately changed his words, "...the big detective's roommate is missing."

Mycroft nodded slightly. "Those reporters really did their best to spread the word."

"That's their job... including harassment and random reporting." Donovan complained softly. "By the way, what about Sherlock? He should be the most active at this time."

"I told Anderson to call him." Lestrade replied, then glanced at his watch, "Why haven't you come yet?"

"It's almost time for me to go," Mycroft said. "My brother will trouble you, Lestrade."

"No trouble." Lestrade said with a smile, thinking this guy was leaving, he was so tired from standing.

Wait, he just called me Lestrade? !

Before Lestrade could realize what he meant, his eyes fell into a hurried figure.

It's Anderson.

"Inspector, Sherlock is missing."

"what?"

"The landlady said that he has been spending less and less time in 221B recently, I," Anderson gasped, "when I went, he hadn't been back for nearly two days."

Mycroft's footsteps stopped at the door, he turned back and asked, "When did he stop going back to 221B?"

"I didn't ask..."

"It seems that my brother's evaluation of people is not biased sometimes." Mycroft said lightly, which made Anderson choke up a mouthful of blood in his heart. It turns out that the two brothers are alike!

It's not exactly the same, Mycroft is basically a little more tactful than Sherlock...

Today's sunshine is very good, and the warm atmosphere of summer is constantly fermenting to fill every corner of London. If you ignore the recent events, this should be a very pleasant day for Mrs. Hudson.

Mycroft left Scotland Yard and went directly to 221B in a small black car.

He asked the question straight to the point, and Mrs. Hudson began to wipe away tears as soon as he sat down: "My poor John...he has often stayed at Mary's house since he got his girlfriend, and it's become a habit not to come back. One day, news of his death suddenly spread..."

"Allow me to interrupt," Mycroft said, "when did he start the so-called lodging at Mary's house?"

"About a month ago, Sherlock was busy with an experiment and didn't come back often."

"Think about it carefully, who comes back more often, John or Sherlock?"

Mrs. Hudson was a little puzzled, but she still thought about it with her brain that had become unclear due to age, and said, "Sherlock came back many times, and John basically never came back."

"Think about it carefully!" Mycroft was actually a little anxious, losing his usual calm, "Has John basically never come back or hasn't come back at all?"

Mrs. Hudson was taken aback, stunned for a while, covered her face with sobs and said: "It seems that there is no... oh, my brain is really not working, maybe I should follow my friend's advice and go on vacation to adjust my mood... "

Mycroft felt his head buzzing as he confirmed the last of his assumptions.

In the upstairs room, where there had been no signs of human activity for several days, he found a syringe in the trash can.

The remaining contents, are not drugs.