[Comprehensive] Aunt sweeping the floor

This is of course a joke.Catherine has decided to completely abandon the stall in France.

As she said to Sherlock Holmes - no one has ever been at the top for long after the top.The smart thing to do is to always put yourself in the second place of stability and safety, and be a curtainer.

This is indeed Catherine's wisdom in dealing with things.William once told Catherine before that a person will always encounter a comprehensive turning point in his life. Sometimes a disaster is a hint, and a hint is an opportunity. When the opportunity comes, one must firmly grasp it.

Catherine summed up the reasons why Moriarty struggled for so long and ended up with problems.It is easy to move with many subordinates, but it is difficult to clean up when the troubles get big.

She was tired of the big business in France and was already reluctant to deal with the troubles that came with it.With Sherlock doing the job, it was a hit and miss.

There are also various reasons for Mycroft, such as accumulating credit for his character and tempering his brother's temper. Catherine has more or less guessed some of them.

Now that she has decided to pursue Mycroft, it is necessary for that man to have some sweetness, okay?That's... an apology.

In this way, Catherine completely cut off contact with the outside world.It seems that Left also fell with Moriarty in this turmoil in London.

But in other words, the other side of letting go easily is actually encountering something better.Although Catherine has lived in the Muggle world since she was a child, she has always paid enough attention to the movements of the Ministry of Magic.Leaving aside those useless and cumbersome bills, Catherine's reputation in the Ministry of Magic is getting higher and higher.

With the fall of Voldemort, the so-called blood classification that originally had clear boundaries between wizards has gradually become a measure that cannot be mentioned.Catherine was lucky to be squeezed into this age of layered blur.She has recruited a group of more ambitious young wizards.

These are about the same age as Catherine, but they are actually slightly older than her. Generally speaking, the age difference will not exceed five years.They have a closer relationship with Muggles and belong to the new generation of wizards.These people became Catherine's shield and helped her expand her territory in the magical world.As for the attacking weapon... Catherine herself is a sharp blade. She can break through the opponent's boundaries and complete some impossible work challenges.

"Then when can I see him. He may need an assistant, and I can help him."

Catherine's attention returned to Watson.The doctor finally asked the question.It's just that this is not solving the case, it is best that Sherlock has no one around him.

Catherine somewhat envied the intimate relationship between the two men.She said softly to Watson: "You are very special to Sherlock, but his chances of passing these missions alone will be higher. As long as you live a good life, it will also help him... he But I do care about you."

"Then you have to promise me that you will do everything possible to help him." Watson's tone was a little aggressive.His attitude is not enough to cause any trouble to Catherine, Catherine is not that fragile after all.She was just dumbfounded, she didn't expect Watson to do this for Sherlock.

She thought for a while, nodded, and gave her promise: "I will do my best to help Sherlock. You can rest assured."

But Catherine was unwilling to stay in this room too much after all.However, not all things can be divided into right and wrong.She does feel a little guilty, but it doesn't mean that others can use this feeling to coerce her into making any promises.

Watson did get a very heavy promise for Sherlock - Catherine was sure that she would keep her promise to help Sherlock.It's just that the disgusting feeling came up suddenly, and Catherine thought of Snape when she walked out of the psychotherapy room.

Did he feel the same way when he agreed to Mrs. Malfoy's Unforgivable Curse?Can't refuse, but not happy enough.

Catherine, who walked out of the gate, was a little sleepy.She hails a taxi casually, thinking about what to do next.

When did she become the kind of person who takes one step at a time.But she has to keep her promise first. If she wants to help Sherlock, there is one person who is very qualified for the job-Irene Adler.

The tree trunks on the side of the road are still gray and white, it is very cold, and passers-by are in a hurry.But not all people have a cool tone. Occasionally, there are passionate young people walking on the side of the road in twos and threes.

Catherine felt that her state of mind was a little strange. On the one hand, she told herself that she was still young, but on the other hand, she was eager to match the state of mind of Mycroft's age.All kinds of contradictions were suppressed, and she herself was a little confused.

Fortunately, expressing feelings innocuously is not a long-term solution after all.Catherine is the kind of guy with a troublesome physique. Sometimes things will come to her even if she has nothing to do with herself.

This passive skill gradually flourished in Catherine. At the beginning, it was just the driver who hijacked poison to kill, then it was obsessive-compulsive disorder, and then it was Moriarty's poker banquet.

But when this ability becomes a talent for finding people, Catherine can readily accept it.

The taxi is waiting at a red light at the intersection.Although there are no passers-by at this time, the rules of traffic lights are always there.There are only a few private cars on this road, and there is not even a grandmother crossing the road. The process of waiting for the red light is a bit long.

Catherine couldn't help but start to miss her earliest Nokia phone that she had for many years.The old retired mobile phone was still lying in a corner of her drawer, and it was impossible to repair it. It was like a broken relationship, and it was always the cheapest way to make up.

Just when Catherine was about to fall asleep in the car, bored, the sound of a violin playing suddenly sounded on the side of the road.At the beginning, there are a few simple syllables, and the small tunes are fragmented, sometimes like sawing wood, sometimes it is a little naughty and pleasant.

The jumping musical notation suddenly awakened Catherine from her drowsiness.She vaguely felt that she had heard this tune before, but when she thought about it carefully, it seemed very strange.

Violin players seem to have taken root at this junction.He quickly stopped auditioning and started pulling tangible pieces instead.

——The music is cheerful and concise, which reminds people of the sweet atmosphere of admiring little girls when they were young, but the tune becomes obscure when the player just turns the bowstring, making the audience frowned and regretful.

When Catherine wanted to see what the performer looked like, the green light happened to come on.The driver who had been waiting for a long time stepped on the accelerator halfway, and the car drove halfway across the road, leaving behind the sound of the violin and Catherine's confusion.

Catherine looked back subconsciously, and the person behind the car was already blurred—there was a layer of fog on the glass of the taxi, blurring together with the figure of the performer.

Unfortunately, it's a one-way street and it takes a while to turn back after crossing this intersection.

"Sorry, can you reverse the car and go back to the corner where you played the violin just now?"

"Hey? Do you like this style? There are young people playing music in this place every day. We have to reverse the car and turn around from the front." The driver didn't know Catherine's confusion.He just naturally introduced the surrounding situation to Catherine, completely treating Catherine as a foreign tourist.

Catherine knew the driver was right.She remembered a map of all London, and she knew all the streets, big and small.But she was thinking of the man just now—Sherlock Holmes.It's that he's not wrong.Did not expect Sherlock to return to London so soon.

Catherine's criterion for judging was just the brief performance just now.She has heard a variety of performances, she has heard the palace-level performances in Vienna's Golden Hall, and she has also heard the heart-piercing performances in late-night bars.Different people have different interpretation styles, some people have no characteristics, and some people are hard to forget after hearing it once.

Sherlock's violin playing is as memorable as his person.His playing is recognizable, with undeniable edginess and insight.Catherine once heard a short performance downstairs in 221b.Not the sawing sound that Sherlock used to drive Mycroft away, but a more serious, careful playing.

"Then there is no need to reverse the car. The trouble is to drive to the place we agreed on before." Catherine leaned back on the back of the taxi seat.Put the surprise of meeting Sherlock behind you.

The end point of Catherine's trip is Irene Adler hidden in the suburbs.Sometimes Catherine was puzzled by the confidence of these wise men.How do they hide on the set freely, thinking that they can not be found, or like Irene Adler, continue to engage in a business that has a certain overlap with their previous work.

Who would have thought that An would go for psychological counseling?Or is it because these are all consulting businesses, which are not very difficult to do?Although Catherine is not very optimistic about Adler's career change, she is still very satisfied with the fact that her position is not difficult to find.

Leaving aside those strange phenomena about Adler—Katherine couldn't quite imagine Ms. Adler coaxing those idiotic men and women, but it was true—an showed enough sincerity, her The target audience has become those housewives who are under great psychological pressure, rather than those who are prominent in politics.