Chapter 328: Chapter 328
Very well, An Ning slowly put down her cutlery. She had always possessed one particular virtue - she most enjoyed using an opponent's own methods against them.
In any case, on this day, following the previous two "games," our great detective once again personally experienced the power of a "not-so-considerate" elder sister-in-law who was also a longtime friend.
"My dear, I must say, it appears you're usually quite gentle with your husband!" Glancing at someone who still couldn't get up from the floor, Mycroft, now wearing casual home clothes and leaning against the wall, couldn't help but sincerely remark. He thoughtfully handed his overworked wife a cup of warmed milk.
Though at that moment, An Ning didn't look particularly disheveled from head to toe, not even her complexion.
Rather, it was the one lying on the floor.
Staring blankly at the exceptionally harmonious couple before him, Sherlock's eyes were undoubtedly particularly vacant at this moment.
If one listened carefully, he was faintly murmuring something:
"Oh, absolute precision, what could be called eerie flexibility, pushing personal speed to the limit despite insufficient muscle strength..."
"Could it really reach this level?"
She couldn't help but suspect that her earlier intensity hadn't been strong enough!
"Mike, do you think Sherlock might actually research this as a subject when he returns?" After evening ablutions, lying on the soft large bed, An Ning couldn't help turning to look at the elder brother of that child beside her.
"My dear, believe me, that is not a question." Someone responded almost without hesitation.
"You should know, Sherly has always been particularly serious about everything unknown and interesting since childhood."
Very well, it seems we're about to welcome a frequent visitor.
Skillfully pulling his wife into his arms, Mycroft, who could almost immediately foresee the future chaos, felt uncharacteristically headache-prone at that moment and sincerely suggested to the person in his embrace:
"My dear, if you're truly feeling bored, perhaps next month we could take a beautiful holiday abroad?"
Wow, something that could motivate even someone with terminal laziness - it seems the destructive power of mischievous children is indeed formidable.
However, a honeymoon trip sounds rather nice!
In the darkness, An Ning nodded happily.
As for Sherlock, who was eager to pursue this research subject - young people are always too impatient. Some enthusiasms need to be appropriately cooled at the right time, don't they?
Eight years later, 221B Baker Street
Outside the main door, a young man wearing casual dark brown suit, with distinctive sideburns on his face, was skillfully taking out keys from his lower suit pocket.
The young man before him appeared around thirty, possessing a handsome face that appeared particularly approachable at first glance, standing roughly 175cm tall with a medium build - neither particularly tall nor short, with strong, well-proportioned muscles throughout his body.
In any case, he was a gentleman who appeared particularly refined and gentle at first glance, with only occasional habitual postures and resolute eyes revealing traces left by military life.
However, at this moment, this young man's spirits weren't particularly high.
Thinking of his roommate, who had been particularly irritable recently due to the lack of fresh cases, Watson - that is, the gentleman before us - subconsciously quickened his door-opening movements.
With a creaking sound, the somewhat aged iron door slowly opened.
Yet the moment the door opened, everything before him made this honest young man subconsciously halt his steps.
Oh God, what was he seeing!
It was Sherlock - Sherlock Holmes sitting attentively before the sofa wearing a soft silk robe, currently holding a paper filled with densely packed numbers in his hand.
The key point was, his roommate, who had been in a bad mood this very morning due to boredom, was now clearly in very good spirits, even appearing somewhat inexplicably cheerful upon closer inspection.
And on the nearby dining table, if his vision and even sense of smell weren't mistaken - hmm? A bag of small pastries with red bows, particularly exquisitely packaged?
Before the stunned Watson could react, he saw Sherlock, who had heard the commotion from not far away, turn his head and particularly casually gesture with his chin toward the gift bag nearby:
"Anne specifically asked me to bring this for you this morning. The taste is quite good!"
As the words fell, the person before him lowered his head again to study the paper in his hand by himself.
Wait, Anne? Sherlock's friend? Although in this month of cohabitation, he hadn't heard about Sherlock having a sister, but judging by the tone, he was clearly particularly familiar with this lady.
Even specifically asking her to bring pastries for his new roommate - she must be a sufficiently considerate and thoughtful lady.
Perhaps this could be related to romance?
Forget it. Rubbing his stomach that had been protesting for quite some time, Watson quickly stepped forward and carefully opened the nearby gift bag.
In recent days, since Mrs. Hudson had gone out visiting friends, poor things - as two completely incompetent cooks plus homebodies - aside from occasional outings, God knows how long it had been since these two had eaten a warm meal.
What met his eyes was an particularly tempting chocolate mousse and a bag of exquisite small cookies.
Oh, this is wonderful!
With just one bite, Watson was completely conquered by what was before him. Only after consuming more than half of the pastries in the bag did this young man, immersed in delicious food, suddenly remember something.
Looking up at the completely absorbed someone on the sofa, he asked with curiosity:
Outside the main door, a young man wearing casual dark brown suit, with distinctive sideburns on his face, was skillfully taking out keys from his lower suit pocket.
After all, although their contact hadn't been long, Watson clearly trusted his roommate's character.
The young man before him appeared around thirty, possessing a handsome face that appeared particularly approachable at first glance, standing roughly 175cm tall with a medium build - neither particularly tall nor short, with strong, well-proportioned muscles throughout his body.
In any case, he was a gentleman who appeared particularly refined and gentle at first glance, with only occasional habitual postures and resolute eyes revealing traces left by military life.
"Perhaps you could also address her as Mrs. Holmes!"
"Wait... Sherlock, you... you... got married!"
Sherlock, married! Due to excessive excitement, the volume of the last few words was rather excessive, but Watson at this moment completely disregarded this, striding forward and staring intently at his clearly pleased roommate.
Undoubtedly, in these brief few seconds, Dr. Watson had already imagined countless emotional dramas in his mind.
"Perhaps, Watson, my dear roommate, you should know that above me, the Holmes family has an eldest son! Namely, my humble elder brother."
Yet the moment the door opened, everything before him made this honest young man subconsciously halt his steps.
Watson made an understanding "oh" sound, feeling quite embarrassed about his earlier speculation.
"But Sherlock, I didn't know you had an elder brother - seems like you haven't mentioned him much before?"
Clearing his throat lightly, the young man awkwardly changed the subject, though he couldn't help feeling somewhat doubtful in his heart.
It was Sherlock - Sherlock Holmes sitting attentively before the sofa wearing a soft silk robe, currently holding a paper filled with densely packed numbers in his hand.
Yet he couldn't help feeling even more curious.
The key point was, his roommate, who had been in a bad mood this very morning due to boredom, was now clearly in very good spirits, even appearing somewhat inexplicably cheerful upon closer inspection.
"Mycroft, my elder brother, a Holmes who to this day hasn't emerged from his sweet trap."
After a moment, someone offered this evaluation, and while speaking, one could easily see the detective's disdain.
However, having grown accustomed to his roommate's personality since cohabitation, these words became another kind of peculiar expression in Watson's eyes.
It seems this Mr. and Mrs. Holmes - Sherlock's elder brother and sister-in-law - are undoubtedly an exceptionally loving couple!
Thinking of the particularly delicious small pastries from earlier, Watson couldn't help but exclaim from the bottom of his heart:
"I imagine this Mrs. Holmes, your elder sister-in-law must be an exceptionally gentle and considerate lady!"
As the words fell, Sherlock's hand holding the paper subconsciously shifted two inches.