sinovels Chapter 20 Neighborhood Relations
Chapter 20 Neighborhood Relations
After Reid returned from Nevada with Scott, the two were as close as ever.
Of course, this is only in the eyes of others. As far as the two of them are concerned, something is changing silently.
They may or may not have noticed.All in all, when these changes accumulated under the dark tide burst out in one breath, there must be a lot of hectic days waiting for them.
If Reid and Scott at that time could still be called them together.
After arriving home, Scott received a fax from mycroft. After thinking about the whole incident, he understood what happened to the inexplicable invitation from the fbi. Scott didn't say whether he answered or not, but just asked the other party what happened to Miller.
After a long silence, Mycroft called him.
"Miller is an agent who broke into the organization."
Scott felt a little ridiculous: "Has it always been?"
"Scott, listen, you don't have the right to be willful now." Myccroft immediately lowered his volume and emphasized his tone when he heard that his tone was wrong. "You can just leave and forget all your previous efforts. No one who got caught in this matter will come back except you!"
Scott thought it was getting more ridiculous, but he couldn't laugh. Mycroft always knows the way to make him compromise. Compared with his own experience, the safety of others, even the lives of strangers, are more important than his own feelings.He also lowered his voice: "What you're worried about isn't wasting all your work, or losing a few agents. What you're worried about is just trying to scare the enemy, right?" But at the same time, Scott also knows how to poke someone's sore foot. He and Sherlock Those five years together were not wasted. "Does it feel good to play with people's hearts? The only two friends I have, one is the chess piece you sent to integrate me into the United States, and the other is the eyes and ears you use to monitor me. Sir, good tricks."
Scott hung up the phone after speaking.
If he didn't really trust mycroft as an elder, he probably wouldn't be so angry at this time, right? Scott just wanted to smile wryly.
He remembered that when he was 12 years old, Mycroft bent over and asked him: Do you want revenge?
He shook his head, such a large organization would not be successful by himself, but would implicate detectives and doctors.
Then Mycroft asked him again: Are you willing to make efforts to destroy this organization and complete the unfinished work of his father?
He nodded almost without hesitation.
In his first year of high school, he participated in the first encirclement and suppression operation against the criminal organization he was chasing.It took a year and it was a big win.When he returned to school, he met gee and miller.
They had shared the same school bed for five years, and he thought they were best friends.But in the end, he was the only one playing the friend game.Everyone knew about it, but he was the only one who naively thought that...
Now it seems that everything makes sense. Gee's file was blotted out by Mycroft, the meeting of the three was a well-planned conspiracy, the purpose was just to spy on him who refused to join the military.
Scott suddenly wondered how Miller would look if he knew that gee was a pawn Mycroft placed next to them.Were the things he encountered within the calculation, or outside the plan?
But what's the point of thinking about it now?Now the organization is active again, and he has come in handy.
He was willing to be bait and put himself in the most dangerous position.But if he does this, who cares?
In terms of emotion and reason, mycroft did everything right.He occupies a high position and has great responsibilities, and he cannot make a single mistake.He even dared to calculate such a thing as his younger brother jumping to his death, what else would he not dare to calculate?
Thinking of it this way, Scott also balanced a little.But he was still lying on the sofa, not wanting to move.
Until there was a knock on the door.
Scott walked over to the door.
Reid at the door was startled by Scott: "Scott, are you okay, your face is ugly."
"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that I feel sick all of a sudden." Scott thought about mycroft's face again, he felt a little nauseous... and knew that he had overreacted, but Scott still felt that he should find a private opportunity to give him a face fist.
This punch Watson hit for him.
There was no other reason. Mycroft was at Sherlock's house when he called. The safest place in London was not Buckingham Palace, but 221b Baker Street.
After Mycroft was hung up, Sherlock politely shut his assistant into the bathroom, and then said to Watson solemnly: "John, no one is stopping you."
Mycroft was still thinking about what was wrong, and saw that the military doctor who had always been mild-tempered and easy-going, to put it bluntly, had no opinion and no idea, punched him in the left eye, and it was the first time that mycroft experienced what an unwarranted disaster is.
Although Sherlock's solemnity was faked, Watson was still very moved.He asked affectionately: "Is there any way to keep this big man out of my sight for a while?"
Although Sherlock was a little regretful that Watson didn't say something touching to him, but now the words are quite useful.John had always tried to mediate his relationship with Mycroft before, but now that the doctor knew he was going to get rid of this irrelevant person so that they could live together, he was still very happy.
Mycroft is definitely not the most ignorant person in the world, if Sherlock's understanding of the human heart shown by Watson is not ignored.But unfortunately, although Sherlock couldn't understand those feelings, he still attached great importance to the doctor.Although Sherlock's starting point this time was to hate Mycroft, Watson was moved by everything he did.
Sherlock let him avoid it for a while, and half an hour later there were only the two of them left in 221b.
Mycroft won't set foot on Baker Street again for a month.
Of course Scott didn't know this, and now he just looked at Reid, looking at him apologetically: "I haven't prepared dinner yet."
"I'm not hungry," Reid replied immediately, "Scott, are you really okay? Or do you just don't want to tell me?"
Having said all this, it seems that Reid is really serious. Scott let him in first, then took some snacks from the refrigerator and put them on the table.He sat down next to Reid: "It's just something happened at home."
"London?" Reid looked at him worriedly.
Scott nodded: "I seem to have just lost my best friend for many years."
Although he didn't understand what happened, Reid was touched by Scott's sad look.It must be too much to force such a strong person into such a state.He took the initiative to reach out and hold Scott's hand: "You still have me, Scott."
Scott looked at Reid.
His gaze was very quiet, without doubt, disdain, or even gratitude.He just looked at Reid like this, and said calmly in his usual way: "Thank you, Reid."
"..." Reid didn't know how to answer.
Usually when he said thank you to Scott, the other party just smiled and answered silently. Scott's smile can't speak, and neither can his eyes.But when he looks at a person with such warm eyes and smiles gently at that person, then he doesn't need to say anything.
Reid feels deeply about this.
Scott rubbed Reid's head with his free hand: "Not good at this?"
"No." Reid let go of his hand, he looked down at his own hand, and then said, "I was just wondering if you felt the same as I do now when you usually hear me thank you."
"What about your conclusion?" Scott asked curiously.
It was rare for Reid to be calm: "I don't know."
"Then what did you come up with after thinking for a long time?" Scott became more curious.
"Compared to you thanking me, I hope you are all well, and you don't need help from others, and you don't need to thank others with such an expression." Reid whispered.
Scott froze for a moment.He'd heard thank you from Reid many times, but never thought of it that way once.He looked at the young doctor's warm profile in the warm afternoon sun, every strand of his hair was covered with a warm glow.
The depression in Scott's heart disappeared completely, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Would you like to try cooking once?"
"I won't." Scott knew exactly what Reid would or would not be, so he didn't mind saying it in front of Scott.
"I'll teach you." Scott said naturally, "Don't neighbors just want to help each other?"
Reid thought for a while, then nodded: "Then I will cook for you when I have free time, when I learn it."
It turns out that Reid is still very talented.
A very talented kitchen destroyer and ingredient killer, the same thing, Scott taught him while making it, it is full of color and flavor, just looking at it makes people swallow.
There's not much to say about Reid's finished product.
During the meal, Reid was a little depressed. The kitchen utensils haven't been broken yet, but it's probably coming soon. The half-smile in Scott's eyes when he helped pick up the small silver spoon was also inexplicably irritating, Reid thought angrily.
Of course Scott knew what Reid was mad about, and why Reid didn't have anything to do with the kitchen.
His physical coordination ability is not bad, after all, it is too insulting to describe the word poor.To Scott, his physical coordination ability is probably like the dark cuisine made by the British and the full banquet in China.Of course, to be fair, Scott's culinary skills are not yet at the level of a full banquet. In other words, British dark cuisine is better than Reid's.
But it's useless to tell this fact, Scott smiled and looked at Reid across the dining table: "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to learn, at worst, I will cook for you in the future."
Reid tilted his head: "Do you really think we can be neighbors forever?"
"False." Scott answered the question briskly, he and Reid would never need to lie about something like this.There was no reason, he just felt that way. "However, even if you are not a neighbor, as long as we can still meet, I am willing to invite you to eat my cooking."
This answer made Reid feel better: "I can imagine your child saying to me, 'Uncle Reid came to our house again to eat and drink'."
Scott laughed when he heard this: "Which one of us is with whom. My home is your home. How can you call eating and drinking when you go home?"
"When did I rise to this height?" Reid half joking and half serious.
"Just now, since I finished that sentence." Scott lowered his voice, almost reaching Reid's heart: "Are you still satisfied with this height? Or will I move it up for you?"