sherlock holmes brother

The blood in my brother's head.

"Brother!" Jonas yelled heartbreakingly, he threw the gun out of his hand, and then blocked the bleeding place with his hand, "Brother, hold on, it will be fine Yes, Moriarty, you madman, let us go!" He looked at each other with hatred.

Moriarty was holding a gun in one hand, and the revolver was spinning in his hand. Wilton, who was restrained next to him, was still smiling gently. The black three-piece suit matched Moriarty's complexion. , showing a strange match. "It's a bet, my dear Jonas, the rules are fair, you're out of luck, that's all." He didn't put down his gun.

"I have placed countless people around here, as long as I give an order, they will rush in!" Jonas sternly, regardless of another failure, he only knows that his brother who has been dependent on him since childhood is about to die died at his hands.

"Call them in, it's a game, it's more fun when there are more people, don't you think so, my dear?" Moriarty leaned on Wilton indifferently, and threw the gun in his hand on the table casually.

"You have the final say." Wilton lowered his head slightly. Since his whole body was bound, this movement was the limit of his movement.

Moriarty seemed to understand something, and he smiled even more happily.He suddenly leaned forward and kissed Wilton for the second time in front of Jonas and Dietmar.No, this is not just a kiss, but a deep French kiss.Even though the light wasn't that good, Jonas swears he could see the two men's kisses.

"G...[Note 1]" Dittmar uttered a single voice in front of him, and Jonas jumped up and snatched the pistol that Moriarty was still on the table just now, loaded it and aimed it, "Although there is only one shot Bullet, but don’t forget that you have a bomb strapped to your body. If you don’t let us go, I’ll blow up the bomb and let you bury me and my brother with you!” He didn’t even care which bullet was arranged, Anyway, there is always a shot that will succeed.

Because of the deep kissing posture, Moriarty turned his back to Ditmar, and Wilton didn't even hide his vitals.It's just that no one of them seemed to have heard Jonas' threat just now, and felt his brother's breathing became lighter and lighter. Jonas gritted his teeth and began to count down, "Three, two..."

"Crack..." The sound of pulling the trigger, the sound of bullets shooting out, and then Jonas' hand holding the gun drooped weakly, and the revolver fell on the table. He turned his head and looked at the Just a boy who has almost no sense of existence, his face can't hide the surprise.

Little Poke pressed the release button of the wheel with no expression on his face, then shook it to the left, ejected...one empty shell...two empty shells...crackling, the clip was actually full!

"You! You!!!" Jonas was so shocked that he didn't know what to say. He watched the corner of the boy's mouth slowly rise 15 degrees. Against the light of the emergency light, he looked like a demon in hell.The demon slowly raised his standard child's left hand, and Jonas' pupils constricted—it was a quick loader[Note 2].

However, at this time Moriarty still felt that the stimulation was not enough, because of the passionate kiss just now and the rosy cheeks full of spring |, he pulled away his chair, Moriarty was like a superstar in the theater, " Allow me to introduce to you, Augustine H. Polk, my son, my own, of course, you may prefer to call him 'Eros'."

Jonas could only feel the blood hitting the eardrum one after another. Maybe Augustin H. Polk was nothing, but "Eros" was not.The son of Hades, the successor of Hades, listen to what Moriarty said just now, his own son.What else is there to say?All this has been a game from the beginning, a game specially prepared for their brothers.

"Why?" It wasn't Jonas who spoke, but Dittmar, whose consciousness had begun to blur. His eyes were slowly losing focus, but he was still staring at Moriarty's direction. This man was his obsessed man. read.

"You are not as handsome as Wilton, you are not as temperamental as Wilton, you are not as capable as Wilton, and you are not as good as Wilton..." Like a real noble lady talking about her marriage, Murray Artie pointed her fingers in a serious manner, "How can you compare to him?!"

Dittmar's lips twitched a few times, and it was Jonas, who knew him well, who pushed forward, "It's just using 'Pluto' as its real name, what kind of family background!"

"Huh, didn't I say that?" Moriarty seemed to suddenly remember something wrong, he turned his head to look at Wilton, "Honey, didn't I introduce myself for you?"

"It's nothing, I can do it by myself, you can see that little Oss is doing very well." Wilton raised his head slightly, the expression on his face remained the same, but his momentum changed, "Wilton Holmes, the Holmes family My youngest son, you are probably familiar with my two elder brothers, Mycroft Holmes and Sherlock Holmes..."

Holmes? !Hearing this word, Dittmar finally swallowed his last breath. What passed his mind was the confrontation between the three Holmes men outside the court that day. No, it was not a confrontation at all, but they were playing tricks. Everyone just plays.

Jonas's face was ashamed, he felt his brother's life was passing by, and he also knew that after he knew the secret that Wilton was Holmes, he would go on the same path. "Your family won't agree if Holmes is with the London professor." At this point, Jonas was willing to do anything as long as it made the two of them uncomfortable.

"Didn't I make it clear just now?" Moriarty said innocently, "Augustine is my biological son, Wilton's adopted son. His full name is Augustine H. Polk." He deliberately emphasized " H" pronunciation.

"Augustine Holmes, Uncle Mycroft has agreed. In addition, Uncle Sherlock asked me to say hello to you on his behalf." In standard gentlemanly manner, Augustine stood beside Wilton, and Moriarty sat beside Wilton. On the other side, Jonas saw a strange harmony in a trance.

"You will pay the price, you will." This is what Jonas repeated over and over again. Moriarty opened his suit jacket casually, pulled the "bomb" tied to his vest and threw it on Jonas' head. superior.

Jonas closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, he saw white powder covering his head and face. "Pfft", he finally spat out a mouthful of blood. Before he passed out, there was only one thought in his mind - from beginning to end, There was no bomb at all, and he was cheated again.

☆, 93. The garden of Sherlock Holmes' house

A few months later in London, Wilton made a date with Mycroft alone.They talked for several hours alone in the study, and when Wilton left at last Mycroft's face was uncommonly without a smile.

"Boss?" The next day, the assistant lady who got a specific task almost dropped her beloved blackberry, she looked up at an unprecedented speed, and her voice was full of disbelief.

"Don't look at me like that, I always have a few sisters-in-law." Mycroft rubbed his brows, "Or do you prefer to be in charge of the Baker Street group?"

Hearing that the face of the other lady who chose to change her name every day was wrinkled, obviously the other choice made her even more sad, "Why can't we separate?" She muttered and complained in a low voice.

Mycroft kept the expression on his face unchanged, recalling in his mind the separate conversations he had with his two younger brothers after that day.

It is a conversation, but it is actually two questions, one is whether you are willing to participate in the wedding, and the other is whose wedding you least want to attend.His little brother was as obedient as ever, taking his standard as the standard; but his second brother was not so well-behaved, remembering the bow that Sherlock swung like a Western sword when Sherlock mentioned the wedding he didn't want to attend. Ford felt that his teeth hurt even more. If it wasn't for Sherlock's uncompromising attitude, would he have made such a decision?

"Are you insisting on using white and pink at the same time?" The assistant, who has accepted the reality, couldn't help but ask when she saw the specific implementation plan, "Why can't they be mixed and decorated?"

He does!Mycroft picked up his teacup, fighting the urge to drop it on the floor.His younger brother was indeed obedient, but he forgot that his younger brother was not so well-behaved.Obviously, the matter of "holding a wedding with a consulting detective" stepped on his bottom line, and strongly demanding that the entire wedding must be decorated in pink is his revenge.

It's just that I don't know how Wilton communicated with Moriarty. Now he can accept that only half of the wedding is decorated in pink.

Of course, this is not the most troublesome thing for Mycroft. His biggest headache is that until now Sherlock and Watson don't know that they are going to get married.Considering Sherlock's consistent temperament, Mycroft did not hesitate that the other party would find a way to leave after hearing the news. Time was running out, and he was not interested in playing hide-and-seek around the world.

If Mycroft knew that there was one more point in Moriarty's condition that "Sherlock only accepts the wedding in a wedding dress", his face would look better.Especially when he knew that Moriarty thought the wedding would be decorated in pink and Sherlock would wear a wedding dress, I believe he would not only change his face, but Mycroft, who never escaped, might complete his life This is the first time he escaped in this world, the world is already chaotic enough, for the sake of his dental nerves, let his two younger brothers fend for themselves!

At this time, Moriarty, who was happily preparing to ridicule Sherlock's dress, was sitting on the couch in the Wilton Villa, concentrating on teaching Augustine his Latin, and the latter had to carefully hide his grief and indignation. Endure his father's malicious tossing every once in a while.

"Father." At night, Augustine finally couldn't take it anymore, he knocked on Wilton's door, "I haven't seen Uncle John for a long time, I want to visit him on Baker Street."

Wilton raised his head in surprise, and slowly approached. Now it was difficult to see the emotion on Augustine's face.But this is not a problem for Wilton. Taking a deep breath, Wilton raised the corner of his mouth, "Threat? You plan to tell Sherlock about the wedding? Little Oss, I thought you were smart enough .”

Augustine's face was full of annoyance. If he had known that he would not hide his emotions in front of his father, he would always know, "Dad is too busy," he lowered his head in pain, "since the two of them died and the other was sent to the hospital. After Scotland Yard, he has had nothing to do for three full months!!! And during these three months, he 'accompanied' me to learn Latin at home every day. Every letter and every punctuation mark in that book is the object of his investigation .Father, I'm a good boy, and I don't want to run away from home."

The trip to the warehouse a few months ago was undoubtedly a success. Dittmar died on the spot, and Jonas was sent to Scotland Yard after being arranged for surgery and turned into a vegetative state. Beside him was a thick book about him. For the charge of engaging in illegal activities, the above evidence is enough for him to be sentenced to life imprisonment.

The most wonderful thing is a "confession" attached by Jonas at the end, which states in detail that he works for the Robert family, and if something happens to him, it must be the Robert family.

Such a piece of evidence, witnesses who will never wake up, and the final confession finally made the entire Robert family lose the ability to stand up and completely withdraw from the upper class in London.

On the contrary, after the downfall of the Locke Brothers, Wilton began to publicly sort out all the forces in London. After people in the underground world noticed that Charon and the legendary "rebellious" Moran were standing next to him, everyone was smart. He didn't ask what happened to the "chasing" some time ago.

On the contrary, the Queen of Spades and the Knight of Diamonds felt that they knew the inside story. For example, Moran had never betrayed. All of this was what Moriarty meant, even this time Wilton appeared to face London's takeover.But they will never know that the new force called Crown actually has another familiar name—Sherlock Holmes.

"I'll send you to the elder brother to help, don't cause trouble for Greg." Wilton thought about it and satisfied the boy's wish. In fact, he didn't care much about marriage, but his mother cared, so he didn't care. will not take it seriously.As for whether his dear will have any objections... Wilton smiled meaningfully, isn't it just a wedding dress, and there will always be someone wearing a wedding dress on the wedding day.

Augustine, who was happily sent to the Mycroft family, would not know that it was because he went to the Mycroft family ahead of time that made him decide not to change his surname for the time being until he married the girl back home more than ten years later. —Of course, he was happy to use the girl's surname, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes sooner or later.

Moriarty didn't react to the fact that Augustine was sent away. He and Wilton lived together for several days, and then began to manage the underground world again under the identity of the Queen of Hades.It's just that there are almost no people who can restrain him this time. Who made the crown be his man's house at all.

After that, all of this happened naturally. On an ordinary morning, Moriarty suddenly wanted to drink a glass of orange juice, and after drinking this glass of orange juice, he immediately lost consciousness.When he woke up again, Moriarty saw Wilton standing beside him in an elegant black suit, with elegant emerald cuff buttons and elegant silver buttons.

"Tranquilizer? Whose idea? You or Sherlock?" I have to say that Moriarty's reaction was quick, and he immediately thought of the fact that Mycroft had come to him to inquire about the wedding some time ago.In fact, Moriarty didn't plan to get married. In his opinion, it doesn't matter whether he has that relationship or not. So he simply proposed to marry Sherlock. He believed that the consulting detective was also not interested in ordinary people's weddings.

But looking at the current situation, he still miscalculated.Damn Teddy, looking at Wilton just smiled, Moriarty directly blamed Sherlock for drugging, who made him suggest that Sherlock wear a wedding dress?

Yes, Moriarty found that when he opened his eyes, he was facing not only the well-dressed Wilton, but also the white wedding dress on himself. Damn Sherlock, he even "intimately" prepared a white lace pattern the veil!

"How do you feel?" Wilton leaned over. Sherlock wouldn't know about Moriarty's calculations, and Moriarty wouldn't know that he had given the medicine. As for how they pinch each other... life, Just have to have some fun.

Moriarty snorted, he moved his hands and feet, "The dose is a bit high, I may not be able to attend the wedding, it's too bad." He was really happy, especially when he thought that if Sherlock knew that he had planned so much in the end However, Moriarty was unable to attend due to the control of the dosage of the medicine. His face must be very good-looking.

"It's okay, I'll hold you." Wilton smiled lightly. Before Moriarty could object, he picked up the man in the wedding dress, and put the veil on his head properly. superior.Moriarty's hands and feet were a little weak, and he could only watch the man hug him and walked directly into the small garden.

This is a villa of the Sherlock Holmes family. The garden is decorated with roses into two parts, white and pink. Although it looks a bit distinct, it is not too strange.Those present were all people who were close to them, such as Mrs. Holmes, Mrs. Hudson...and of course Miss Assistant, Charon and Moran.

Two men wearing the same black suit, one tall and one short, were already standing in front of the priest. The tall one was obviously a little impatient, while the short one seemed to be saying something, and seemed to be trying to appease him.

It can be said that the appearance of Princess Wilton hugging Moriarty attracted everyone's attention, especially because of the effect of tranquilizers, Moriarty's actions were a bit of a bird's-eye, which was shocking. Demoran dropped the champagne in his hand.

"Moriarty?" Lestrade attended today as a good friend of Sherlock and Watson. He hadn't made up his mind about the marriage yet, but fortunately, Mycroft didn't intend to force him.

"Aunt Moriarty!" Probably wearing a wedding dress fit all the little girl's definition of "aunt". Elizabeth in a princess dress led Augustine who was inseparable with her and ran to Wilton and the others.

"Father, Dad." Augustine greeted bravely, never looking up at Moriarty who was wearing a wedding dress. He didn't want to be settled by others.

"Heh." Moriarty smiled lightly, it was already like this anyway, it's not his habit to twitch, "Let's go." He confidently directed Wilton who was holding him.Wilton smiled sincerely. He just liked this kind of Moriarty. This man never played cards according to the rules, and lived his life entirely by interest.

Wilton hugged his "bride", the smell of male hormones filled his nostrils, he carefully discerned every emotion in it, anger, hatred... and undeniable joy.

"We are here today for the wedding of two couples." The pastor is obviously old, but it can be seen that Mycroft chose it on purpose, otherwise he wouldn't treat Will who was hugged by the princess even when he came Don and Moriarty were so calm, "Mr. Sherlock Holmes, are you willing to enter into a marriage with Dr. John Watson, and from now on you will never leave him alone no matter life, old age, sickness or death?" The request for style made Sherlock hesitate, but he replied, "I do."

"Doctor John Watson, are you willing to marry Mr. Sherlock Holmes, trust him from now on, be by his side, and ensure your safety first no matter what happens?" The pastor paused, such an oath is really fresh , which is even more interesting considering that it was written by them to each other.

"I...I would." Watson opened his mouth, and finally remembered those days when he thought Sherlock was dead, he should trust that man, he could take good care of himself.

Satisfied, the pastor left the last sentence to conclude the wedding, and then turned to Wilton and Moriarty. Unlike the two oaths of Sherlock and Watson, the pastor only had a blank sheet of paper in his hand.

"I, Wilton Holmes, am willing to enter into a marriage relationship with Jim Moriarty under your witness. From then on until the end of our souls, we belong to each other." Wilton looked at the priest and said word by word , and then he lowered his head, "You agreed." With a standard statement tone, he could smell the other party's excitement and joy.

The tone of "I know what you're thinking so you don't have to hide it" made Moriarty choke, but he had to admit to himself that the word "belonging" sounded much better than love, companionship, and so on.Glancing at Sherlock with disdain, Moriarty spit out, "You belong to me now."

Obviously, the pastor had never seen such a straightforward newcomer, and You Qi had nothing to do with him no matter how he looked at it.Mrs. Holmes appeared to relieve him when he was in embarrassment, "I wish you happiness, my sons." The old lady placed a kiss on the forehead of Wilton and Moriarty respectively, and whispered to Murray Artie said, "Thank you for keeping my son from being alone."

Moriarty blushed a few times in his life, and he always seemed helpless when it came to Mrs. Holmes.

Wilton smiled lowly, the laughter shook his chest and caused a tremor, "My dear, do you know what you promised? The end of the soul." Maybe Moriarty will never know, Wilton's The soul actually belonged to Merlin, and the promise made by Moriarty meant that he would follow him forever.

"Anything, as long as you can catch me." The effect of the sedative still made Moriarty's hands and feet weak, but the arrogance in his tone remained the same as before, even if he made a promise today, so what, wanting to catch me To keep Moriarty's soul, it depends on Wilton's own ability.

"When will we get married?" In this garden full of happiness, Mycroft's hand without the black umbrella took another pair of white-haired inspectors.

"Maybe..." Greg narrowed his eyes and saw that the Sherlock Holmes all belonged to each other, so what if the other half was a notorious consulting criminal?All they care about is family.

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The author has something to say: Hahaha, the third brother is not revenge for Mo Niang who put a tranquilizer in the tea earlier~ Watching my daughter-in-law and the second brother fight each other, the third brother, you scum! ! ! ! ! XDDDDDD

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