[Comprehensive] Aunt sweeping the floor

Catherine got a text message around ten o'clock in the evening.

At this time, she was still in a seemingly endless 'negotiation' with Professor Snape - or she was instilling some knowledge unilaterally.

It is conceivable that if even Professor Snape cannot accept her persuasion, it will be very difficult to deal with those cautious nobles in the wizarding world who are still immersed in Voldemort's shadow.

It was supposed to be a night of futility, but this sudden text broke the ice.Catherine changed into a long black windbreaker and combed her hair a little.

"If the words are not convincing, then I will actually show you the information." Catherine quickly put the portrait into her arms with one hand without waiting for any different opinions from the portrait.

Catherine took a black umbrella from the corner and plunged into the continuous rain tonight.

There is no movement of the portrait inside the clothes.Catherine added a waterproofing spell—it would be a disaster to get a painting wet.

Not a few steps away from turning left, a black taxi parked quietly on the road in front of a coffee shop.

Catherine observed the surrounding environment through the dim light in the rain.Her eyes fell on the big M signboard of the coffee shop.

Open the car door, put away the umbrella, and close the car door.Under the not-so-high monitoring level, the black taxi easily got rid of the mi6 following behind.

The black taxi drove steadily and quickly into the unknown night.The driver in the front row was a man wearing a black top hat.His face could not be seen clearly in the shadow, but the glamorous woman on the co-pilot would not lose her luster due to the darkness.

Irene Adler was a charming stunner in every situation, and on this issue men and women often find a rare consensus.

Catherine has already piled up several commissions for Irene's Adler.After all, those men who are blinded by lust finally felt the severe cold in this not-so-cold winter.

Take the most recent one.

An executive from the Ministry of Defense sat in a coffee shop and ordered Catherine the most expensive cup of coffee in awe.

The fat-headed white official, who is common in old movies, couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead while recalling what happened before.

"...I didn't expect her to record it...but she is threatening me with it now, if I don't do what she says...my struggles all these years will be in vain."

"But even if you follow her instructions and help her steal high-level secrets, and assume that no one finds out about this process..."

"Then I'm done too! So, I need your help! Left, how much money is not a problem, as long as you can help me clear the information in her hands that is not good for me, I can... "

"So, you know my rules?"

"...Yes. I have learned the latest regulations from the introducer. The store purchase plan you need, and I will introduce my colleagues to you after it is completed."

"Then, as you wish."

Catherine recalled the executive's identity information, apparently not the same person who leaked the flight time.This shows that Irene Adler didn't just decipher a plan.With Moriarty's help, she did more.

"Catherine Nolan."

An, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, seemed to simply read out a name, just like she did in class in the morning, a simple roll call.

"No, no, I wish you could call me left. Now that M is locked out of the car, maybe our conversation should be more open and honest."

As Catherine spoke, she pressed a secret button on the handle of the umbrella.

"Yes. Both m's are locked out. It's a rare good time indeed."

"Moriarty is chasing you out of breath? People marked by m1, don't try to escape easily."

"This is not a headache for me. Nolan, I don't need to consult anyone on this issue." Irene said calmly, "I came to you to tell you... to borrow your words , Ms. Victoria has also been marked. I am pleased to officially inform you that your mother is now Moriarty's right-hand man."

Catherine's grip on the handle of the umbrella tightened.The windows of the car are closed, and the faint smell of car perfume is not annoying, but it does not help thinking.

Countless scattered information in Catherine's mind was quickly arranged and combined.Different from the legendary memory method of the memory palace, Catherine's brain is like a pile of sand that has not been managed. Every time she uses it, she grabs a handful of sand and arranges them into a graphic to form an exact answer.

Information is never prioritized.Do not treat people.

Catherine let go of her grip on the handle of the umbrella. She had grasped the key point of this message, so she said very optimistically, "I hope she will have a good time at work."

"There is no mother-daughter relationship?... But this is just the first thing I told you today. Your sister is getting married. Her fiancé is one of my clients. Nolan, you don't have any sisterhood either. love?"

This time Catherine was really completely relaxed.Before getting into the car, she was convinced that Irene had no data that could threaten her, and now she just confirmed it.

Listen, the clarion call for counterattack has already sounded...although there is only the sound of car horns on the street at this time.

"I'm sure not....By the way, I would like to add some of my thoughts on the first question....Victoria is not a very good subordinate, she is good at messing up a lot of things...even if she rarely succeeds in making What an amazing performance, then I will come out and mess it up with my own hands. Remember, she and I are always in the opposite camp!"

"It's the same reason..." Catherine's left hand naturally climbed onto Irene's shoulder.This molesting action Catherine did very smoothly, and a piece of information flowed from Irene's shoulder to Catherine's consciousness.

Catherine smiled, lowered her voice in the ear of her psychology teacher, and whispered, "I don't know much... but fortunately, I know a little more than you, and luckily... I know the password to turn on your phone."

Catherine changed her position and hugged Irene's neck more tightly from behind.She whispered a four-digit code—speaking at a volume that only Irene and she could hear.

The taxi braked abruptly on the road.

The sharp parking sound seemed to penetrate the eardrums of the people in the car.But it also broke the eerie atmosphere in the car.Catherine was thrown back into the rear seat by the sudden brake.In the process, her head hit the roof of the taxi.

'Boom! ', it hurts to hear it. ——Recently, every time I pretend to be aggressive, I am paying the price!

Now, everyone in the car could see the pulled-over taxi's car—a small black car—with the number plate that was clearly Mycroft's.

"Hmm...it looks like I'm very popular tonight!" Catherine gloated.The light from the headlights of the opposite car was unexpectedly dazzling.In the bright light, Irene's expression was still between shock and horror, her face turned pale, and her heartbeat accelerated, which confirmed the correctness of the password reported by Catherine.

It is really easy to solve the password with the ability of flashback nature. ——This is mainly due to Irene’s frequent copying of the information in the phone recently, and the frequent unlocking of the password is the key to flashing back the unlocking image.

"So, you know what to do? Maybe we can have a more pleasant negotiation later." Catherine opened the car door and threw herself into the arms of Mycroft's little black car.

"I think I know." Irene Adler made a judgment the moment Catherine opened the door.There was less contempt in her smile and more sincerity. "I will give you a good grade in this class."

Catherine smiled back.She tightened the windbreaker on her body, used a little magic, and said to the portrait in the clothes: "Look, things are not what they seem."

If it is said that one day, Mycroft will suffer a big fall, perhaps no one will believe it.Even if it's April Fool's Day, no one would make such a stupid joke.

But if such a day--

Things have become as they are now.

The British government has always been flexible. As a politician, the thickness of his skin is directly linked to his official position.It was as if Mycroft hadn't even molested Catherine a few hours earlier.

He got out of the car in a gentlemanly manner and shared his umbrella with Catherine before she opened his own.

"Good evening, Catherine." Mycroft spoke softly, like a suitor.

Catherine moved in a small area, trying to smooth out the aroused goosebumps.But soon, she discovered that this kind of action was completely futile. The existence of Mycroft was able to break through all impossible tasks and all lower limits.

Catherine shuddered at Gentleman Mycroft's appearance.

At this time, Irene rolled down the window of the taxi and greeted Mycroft in a friendly way: "Good evening, Mr. Holmes."

The two know each other.Of course, the last time they saw each other was at a ball somewhere, and Erin was with a rich man who was trying to curry favor with Mycroft.

Who would take a female companion seriously at that time?Mycroft's deduction read only what Irene wanted him to see.Dangerous signs were let go, and then quietly grew into a deadly strain in the unknown fertile soil of evil.