sinovels Chapter 39
Chapter 39
"You're looking more and more like Mycroft, Sherlock."
Hearing his brother's name, especially after hearing what Zhen Weisi said, the curly-haired detective showed an obvious expression of disgust.
"You are getting more and more stupid, Zhen Weisi."
The big detective opened his mouth, and his tone was quick and neat, "I thought that after Olivia cured you, your IQ would increase a little bit, but based on my current observation, your IQ can't be saved even by the blood of Sherlock Holmes. See Looking at you now, it's obvious that you're troubled by some unnecessary things again," he glanced around Zhen Weisi, showing a smirk, "Do you need me to open my arms for you?"
"Will you comfort me?" Zhen Weisi rolled his eyes.
The smirk on Sherlock's face disappeared quickly, and he returned to his expressionless face. He said simply, "No, I never do this."
Watson watched the two people go back and forth dumbfounded, and he felt that his head might be a little dizzy, because he didn't quite understand why Sherlock was so excited.
Yes, excited.
Although we haven't been together for a long time, Watson can already see some changes in his roommate's expression. Sherlock's tone is slightly raised, and he doesn't ignore others. I only saw it when Sherlock was investigating the case.
But Zhen Weisi is a real person, not a victim caught in some case!
"Oh, it looks like the relationship between you brothers is really good." Mrs. Hudson on the side laughed, but the two brothers she was talking about immediately turned their heads to look at her, saying in unison:
"That's your delusion, Mrs. Hudson."
"You must be mistaken, ma'am."
The two voices overlapped, and as a result, the two childish guys stared at each other again.
Watson: ...brother? ? !
Some confused military doctors looked at Mrs. Hudson, "You said they are brothers?"
Mrs. Hudson still looked cheerful. The reaction of the two brothers just now seemed to her to be awkward. After hearing Watson's question, she nodded, "Yes, this kid came to the door and said that he It's Sherlock's brother, and I brought him up."
Watson was even more confused. He glanced at the two guys who were still staring, and felt that he might be hallucinating, "Are you sure it's brother?"
Obviously that young man looks younger than Sherlock.
"Yes, that's what he told me," Mrs. Hudson nodded. "I'll get you biscuits."
Finally, Sherlock was willing to look away, and he said to Mrs. Hudson who was walking out, "I don't think this guy needs biscuits, after all, his brain is full of water, and any more biscuits will probably soak his hair." gone."
"Thank you for your kindness, ma'am." Zhen Weisi put away his staring gaze and thanked the lady with a smile.
Just now, Watson thought about how good-tempered this young man was, and he didn't look like a Sherlock Holmes family member at all, when he realized that his hand let go, and the mobile phone he was holding in his hand flew into the air, hitting the big detective's head viciously. .
"hiss--"
Sherlock, who was not in a hurry to dodge, immediately gasped, turned his head and rushed towards Zhen Weisi.
The two big men just wrestled together. Watson, who was sitting on the sofa, watched all this silently while eating a biscuit. He had to say that this kind of Sherlock opened his eyes, and he even didn't want to. To persuade.
In the end, the two brothers gave each other a black eye, ending this 'friendly' family reunion.
Watson, who came out from the kitchen with two hot towels, glanced at the two people who were symmetrical to each other, with two dark circles on one left and one right, and couldn't help but said, "Now I believe you are brothers."
Zhen Weisi took the heat from Watson's hand, stuck it to his face, and hissed, "Sherlock, you are really ruthless."
Even though he also gasped, the curly-haired detective who showed his other intact eye from under the towel was still full of momentum. He snorted, "Before you say this, think about your own behavior."
On the side, Watson felt that the two men were about to fight again, and the rather kind military doctor quickly intervened in their conversation.
"Hello, my name is John Watson, and I'm Sherlock's roommate. Nice to meet you."
Zhen Weisi put down the not too hot towel, reached out to shake hands with him, and smiled, "Hello, my name is Zhen Weisi Black."
Watson and him looked at each other for three seconds: "...Pfft."
Watson, who couldn't help laughing, quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Zhen Weisi, who had panda eyes on the right, shrugged, "It's okay, I also know that this look is funny, anyway, it wasn't you who made it, so you don't have to worry about it."
"Even without this, you are still ridiculous in my eyes." Unwilling to be lonely, Sherlock interjected, and the next second, he quickly grabbed the mobile phone that was bumping towards him again, and sneered, "I won't be in the same Up and down twice."
"Oh, really?"
Zhen Weisi smiled at him, and Sherlock raised his eyebrows and looked back without fear.
"Uh, Sherlock, look behind you..."
Watson was quite surprised to see almost all the household appliances in the kitchen flying out, and kindly reminded his roommate, but as soon as Sherlock turned around, he was overwhelmed by these appliances.
"Wow--"
The doctor who watched this scene exclaimed. He didn't even want to save his roommate that much. After all, it was rare for Sherlock to look so embarrassed.
At night, after dinner, Zhen Weisi walked towards one of the rooms naturally, but was stopped by Sherlock.
"The place you want to stay is here." He said lazily, slightly raised his chin and nodded to the sofa.
"You and your boyfriend live in the same bedroom, isn't it reasonable for me to sleep in the guest room?" Zhen Weisi turned around and looked back with raised eyebrows.
"That..." Watson raised his hand. He was used to the fact that he was often misunderstood, and explained very calmly, "Sherlock and I are not in a relationship, and I have a girlfriend."
So it turns out that Sherlock is still an orphaned character?Zhen Weiss clicked his tongue. Just from today's experience, he felt that Watson was able to tolerate Sherlock and even became a roommate, which can be called amazing in a certain sense.
The still hard-working doctor brought Zhen Weisi a blanket. When the lights in the living room were turned off, the dark living room became quiet.
Occasionally, the sound of traffic outside could be heard, and through the gap between the curtains, the colorful neon lights of London at night could be seen. The young man who was lying on the sofa opened his eyes, lifted the blanket, and sat up.
He waited in the dark.
Until he heard the sound of the door being opened, he turned his head and looked over in the darkness, the curly hair was too conspicuous.
Sherlock, who was wearing pajamas, sat on the sofa on the other side, crossed his fingers against his chin, and squinted at his brother in the dark.
"Go ahead."
A deep voice sounded in the darkness.
"say what?"
Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "Tell me about your tangled little secrets."
"Since it's a little secret, why did you tell others?" Zhen Weisi muttered, and Sherlock looked back blankly, with obvious sarcasm in his tone, "Need I remind you, when you were young, you Do you often come to me crying?"
"...When did I cry and run to you? I haven't said that you complained to me because of Mycroft."
The two brothers looked at each other, then snorted.
However, this night's conversation did not end because of this, and Zhen Weisi finally spoke.
When she was young, Zhen Weisi would sometimes talk about herself to Sherlock. Although Sherlock usually didn't have any good things to say, the age difference between them was relatively close.
Zhen Weisi talked about his past experience in a low voice, but he didn't talk for a long time, and he finished talking about these years in about 5 minutes. If it was an ordinary person, he would probably find this kind of summary very boring, but for Sherlock But just right.
Although they have been separated for many years and even gave each other a black eye when they met today, it has to be said that there is still a tacit understanding between the two of them.
Sherlock said: "I don't think you can be cruel to your former partner."
Zhen Weisi did not answer Sherlock directly, but said in a low voice, "He killed Olivia."
"But you hope in your heart that he is brainwashed, Zhen Weisi." The big detective pointed out Zhen Weisi's thoughts very sharply, which made his brother a little annoyed. He raised his eyes and glared at Sherlock, "Can you Be a little more tactful?"
"Okay," the curly-haired detective rarely gave in, he shrugged, and then said, "You know it yourself, Zhen Weisi."
The pair of light gray eyes looked a little deep in the darkness, Sherlock looked at his brother, different from his usual extremely fast speech, this time his voice was neither too urgent nor too slow:
"You yourself are also confused, because you also have someone's life in your hands. From the perspective of a bystander, your position of accusing that person is not very stable, but as a person involved, it is really difficult for you to accept this kind of thing. For you Say, maybe he killed you without killing her to make you feel bad."
Sherlock's voice became much lower. In fact, even though Sherlock didn't miss his brother for a moment after meeting Zhen Weisi today, after he guessed the general situation from McCoff, The curly-haired detective, who has always been self-centered, couldn't hide his anger.
He couldn't forget the letter he had received from Olivia, telling them the joy after Zhen Weisi's health began to improve, and he couldn't forget the mood after losing the news of Zhen Weisi and Olivia.Sherlock does have low EQ, but he is not an emotionless creature, just as Mycroft's weakness is his family, so is Sherlock.
Although Sherlock was talking about Zhen Weisi at this time, his mood was not very good, but the Holmes family probably inherited the deadly arrogance, and Sherlock would never show it on the surface.
"...You're right, Sherlock."
Zhen Weisi pulled the blanket, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at his palm.
This hand was fair and slender, with well-defined joints, very beautiful, but it was indeed covered with blood, no matter what state he was at that time, he was indeed the one who completed those tasks.
"I'll find him again."
Zhen Weisi said so.
Then, he beat that guy hard, and then decided to think about what happened back then.