I have special killing skills

Lestrade almost ran away from there, and he couldn't think about what he was thinking about the sudden invitation.

Jesus, a Sherlock Holmes invited him to dinner?Is April Fool's Day early this year?

Lestrade's refusal obviously did not reduce Mycroft's persistence, because of Sherlock's sake, there were many contacts between them, and most of the time it was forced by Lestrade.

For example, now, the good detective, who is exhausted, returns to his home, throws off the coat in his hand, and throws himself hard on the sofa, feeling himself wrapped in a soft plush cushion, Ray Strade let out a contented sigh.

Only after work will you understand how rare a word rest is. Lestrade doesn't even want to change his shoes. Anyway, he is a bachelor now and doesn't need to care about it.

However, I don't know how long he had been lying on the ground. When he was already drowsy, he suddenly heard a voice: "If you don't take the liberty, Mr. Detective, I think you should go to the bathroom to clean yourself now. The hairstyle is very informal."

The voice was so damn familiar that Lestrade's eyes widened in an instant, and he lost all sleepiness.

Because he was lying on the sofa, and the size of the sofa was seriously inconsistent with the height of the good detective, so that when he was lying on his stomach, his calf was slightly raised and rested on the armrest of the sofa, which seriously affected Lestrade's strength. point.This position is very unfavorable for getting up, so in a hurry, the poor good inspector lost his balance and fell directly from the sofa.

This made his head stop for a moment, and at this moment, the annoying voice sounded again: "Mr. Detective, don't worry, I think we still have a lot of time to deal with it."

Lestrade got up in a panic, and looked at the door, but found that the door was closed tightly and there was no sign of it being opened, and it was obvious that he was the only one in this small room.

It seems to be haunted, but Lestrade is very calm now, he has already had experience telling him why all this happened, Mr. Inspector frowned and shouted towards the empty room: "Hey, Mycroft Te, what did you do again!"

Mycroft's low laughter came out, and then the voice seemed to ring in Lestrade's ear: "Well, good Inspector, if you are stubborn and want to know, you can go and have a look by your fireplace, but I suggest you don't take it away, after all, I don't like frequent housebreaking."

Lestrade suppressed his urge to curse, strode to the fireplace, looked up, and saw that the old wallpaper on the fireplace had turned yellow, and there was a small black spot at the junction of the wallpaper.

Lestrade gritted his teeth: "Surveillance again, Mycroft, I said I don't like this kind of behavior."

"I just want to protect your safety, Greg. You know Sherlock has caused you a lot of trouble, and I need to make sure that no dangerous person takes the opportunity to retaliate against you." Mycroft's voice seemed unhurried, during the Lestrade was sure that he heard the sound of something being crunched, and it seemed that the British government gentleman was enjoying his cookie, but Lestrade's mood now became more and more gloomy for this reason.

Inspector Lestrade gritted his teeth fiercely, trying to calm himself down. After all, Mycroft was watching his every move now. Even if that person seemed to treat him well, no one could be sure. Mycroft found himself in trouble after his excitement had passed.

M16, the most mysterious organization, Lestrade has no interest in being a victim.

He tidied up his now messy hair. Although it didn't help, Lestrade still felt that he had to keep his dignity in front of that cruel man.

Perhaps it was because of the tossing that Lestrade felt a little hot. He unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt and sat down on the sofa casually.

But he forgot, because the monitor was placed relatively high, so Mycroft could see it from this angle through his neckline.

But it's useless even if he realizes it, thinking that in his house, 32 monitors are open around the clock, and there is always a perfect angle to see.

"I thought you were used to it." Mycroft sipped his tea.

Lestrade, who didn't know about this, seemed a little unhappy, but he still spoke: "If you ask Sherlock, I can tell you that he is at home now, and I am sure he is at home, because I gave He's a cigarette butt found at a crime scene, and it's something he'll probably keep playing with for a long time."

"That's not playing, that's scientific research." Mycroft subconsciously defended his brother.

But Lestrade obviously didn't appreciate this: "He's a clever boy, Mycroft, he can solve the most difficult mysteries in the world, and he can succeed in any field if he wants to, not every day." Spinning in crime. He'd be better off without your coddling and pampering."

Without thinking at all, Mycroft said, "He wouldn't have survived at all without me."

Lestrade frowned: "You are very arrogant, this is not a good habit."

"I'm just convinced of this. It's just a fact, Greg." Lestrade obviously didn't comment on Mycroft's attitude, but before he could speak, he heard Mycroft's voice, "Look Looks like you've been kind to Sherlock."

Lestrade pinched his slightly constricted throat: "He's a good boy." He's just spoiled by you.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows in front of the monitor, picked up a pen and wrote a sentence in the small black book, and then said lightly: "Tomorrow, I will leave England."

In a word, the atmosphere between the two fell into an instant silence.

Lestrade still had a hard time turning a corner, maybe it was a matter of habit, Lestrade obviously didn't think that this man would leave England, sometimes the habit is really terrible.

He clenched his fist, lowered his head, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Mycroft took another bite of the dessert in his hand, this time it was a macaron: "Confidentiality, Greg, although I want to tell you, but for your safety, I'd better keep it secret."

Lestrade smiled wryly, but did not continue to ask.

He stood up, walked to the fireplace, and looked over calmly.He knew that on the opposite side of the monitor, a man was also looking at him like this: "...be careful."

Mycroft wiped his fingers, and laughed when he heard this: "I'll remember, Greg. I hope it's fine to see you when I come back."

Lestrade made no answer.

"Of course, Sherlock should be fine too."

Lestrade felt that all the emotions he had saved up with great difficulty were all wiped out.

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Mycroft sat behind the mahogany table, resting his chin, looking at the three rows of monitors lined up on the opposite wall. Seemingly unable to bear it, Lestrade picked up the tape and sealed the surveillance camera next to the fireplace. After a hard time, Mycroft switched the monitor to the bathroom.

Mr. Inspector is in good shape.

Curving the corners of his lips, he picked up the remote control at the side, pressed a button, and turned off all the monitors.

Anthea, who had been staying aside all the time, gently took the plate away when Mycroft's hand reached for the macaron again: "Boss, your dentist told you not to eat too much dessert."

Mycroft was obviously a little helpless. He was in charge of the whole world, but out of control, Sherlock, his mouth, and his uncontrollable belly popped out.

Anthea walked out of the office, while Mycroft picked up his little black book and read the sentence on it.

'Friendly to Sherlock, fit to be the head of the family. '

Mycroft thought for a while, turned a page forward, and drew a heavy black line under the bottom few words.

'He suits me. '

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It was already two years later when I set foot on the land of London again.

Christmas is approaching, so he ended his mission and returned to the UK specifically for this reason, because he felt that if he didn't restrain his younger brother who had been rebellious for an infinite period, the country he had managed to protect would be turned upside down.

There is a strong Christmas atmosphere on the street, and red Santa Claus dolls can be seen everywhere.

This is his country.

Mycroft took a light breath, then opened his eyes, and walked towards the black car with the long black umbrella that he never left.

"Boss, I'm glad to see you." Anthea smiled at Mycroft, and then opened the car door.

Mycroft nodded, looked at Anthea, who was getting more and more beautiful, and got into the car.

Obviously, in the past two years, Anthea has helped him manage London's affairs in an orderly manner. This is an assistant he taught by himself. Perhaps in the future, when he gets tired of these things, this woman will be the first choice for his heir.

The partition inside the car remained intact, and Anthea, who was sitting on the co-pilot, tilted her head slightly. On the road, Anthea took out her mobile phone and read the contents to Mycroft one by one.

The queen is on tour, boring.

There are military retirees in Afghanistan who are boring.

Moran was discharged from the hospital, which is a bit interesting.

"Let him come to see me this weekend." Mycroft tapped the handle of the black umbrella lightly with his fingers.

Anthea nodded and wrote it down.

After that, whether it was the economic crisis or the security of the White House being tortured, Mycroft kept his expression calm, but when he heard Lestrade's name, he slightly opened his eyes: "Just now, read it again."

Anthea's voice paused, then quickly turned the phone to the previous page, and said: "Greg L. Lestrade, monitoring level: Level [-], held a wedding on December [-]th. There is no danger in the identification and investigation."

Mycroft's pupils shrank slightly, and he frowned suddenly.

He said that that man was not suitable for marriage, but obviously he didn't keep it in mind.

Mycroft, who never knew what emotion was, felt that his kindness had been betrayed at this moment, and an inexplicable strange feeling spread to his heart.

He raised his eyelids indifferently: "Anthea, raise the danger level and dispatch corresponding personnel."

Anthea nodded: "Boss, how many levels have you raised?"

"First class."

Anthea was taken aback for a moment, knowing that even if it was the queen's enthronement ceremony, the danger level was only level two.

Mycroft looked calm, looking out the window.

December [-]th, today, that's it, he came back in time.

Greg, when I said you were unfit for marriage, I told you the truth.

You are only for me.

The author has something to say: Anthea: I heard that the good detective is getting married

Maggie: Hehe

Anthea: I heard that the good detective went to see his daughter

Maggie: Hehe

Anthea: Boss, you make me so cold from laughing...

Maggie: bring someone

Anthea: What are you going to do?

Maggie: Grab a marriage =_=

Maggie mighty!The domineering president has a good sense of sight! 【thumb