[Comprehensive] Aunt sweeping the floor

When Catherine woke up on a big soft bed, she rubbed her numb neck and quickly recalled what happened before.

How dare he! —How dare Mycroft let someone knock her out like that!

Catherine pushed back the soft and comfortable duvet, and sat on the bed still a little sluggish.This feeling of surprise is probably like a civil servant suddenly engaging in violent acts, the contrast is too great!Coupled with the fact that the person involved is the guy who claims to be out of the field, it is very strange to do such a thing.

Catherine looked around her surroundings.I feel worse.

This is obviously a private mansion, and the furnishings in the room are luxurious and warm.The walls of the bedroom are made of high-grade sound-proof materials. The wallpaper is a retro British pattern. The dark gold stripes are not too exaggerated. People who sleep in the room should be able to sleep peacefully.

This is a kingsize bed.A simple lamp sits on the bedside table.Because it was daytime, the table lamp was not turned on, and the specific light intensity could not be seen.

At this time, the room was dimly lit, and the thick flannelette curtains were drawn tightly, covering time and blocking space.Catherine's eyes returned to her side, when she observed this matter from her own perspective——

damn it!The windbreaker on her body has been taken off.All that remains is a khaki casual shirt.The process of moving her by McCoroff's dispatcher was not professional enough, leaving all kinds of wrinkles on the expensive silk.This is also a hint.

In the end, it was an obvious decoration that allowed Catherine to confirm where it was - a photo frame.

The photo frame was left alone on the bedside table on the other side.All the details in this room are symmetrical, from the flush tassels on the curtain buckles to the detailed patterns on the wallpaper, but there is an extra photo frame on the bedside table on the left, which made Catherine find the whole pattern after discovering the whole pattern. , I feel uncomfortable no matter what.

She flipped through the frame—the picture in the frame was of a young boy with curly hair and unruly, unabashedly rebellious eyes.This is of course the Sherlock who dreamed of being a pirate when he was a child.

The boy in the photo found the captain's hat he used to dress himself up from nowhere, and he dressed up in a serious manner.Sherlock in the photo is sitting alone on the grass, stubborn enough, but also very lonely... no, not very lonely... at least there is the guy who took the picture of him.

As long as you simply think about it, you will know who the person who took the photo is-Sherlock Holmes.In this way, this photo of the interaction between the brothers is touching and precious enough.

— so this is someone's bedroom?

Catherine was a little astonished at the conclusion she had drawn, but the existence of Mycocroft always came to verify Catherine's guess.

The door of the room was opened.Someone walked in in a suit and leather shoes, and seeing his casual walk, Catherine knew that her hypothesis had been confirmed.People will always show a little casualness in their familiar residence, even if it is just a little bit more, it is enough to find the difference.

Mycroft wasn't trying to hide it.This room was indeed one of his many lodgings in London.From his behavior of placing photo frames here, it can also be seen that he attaches great importance to this place.

The photos in the photo frame are naturally dark history for Sherlock.But in the eyes of someone who is an older brother, it is very interesting.

"This is considered private detention. If you catch my evidence, you can use judicial means to solve it." Catherine didn't look at the man's expression.Her eyes still fell on Sherlock's photo, as if she wanted to see through the photo.

"I talked with Mr. Snape's portrait." Mycroft did not answer Catherine's sharp words.This happens many times - when Catherine refuses to communicate, she uses lame, business-like excuses to try and get away with it.

"It's not advisable to search your body. Even if you took my wand."

"Of course." Mycroft sat down in the rocking chair closest to the bed.The soft cushions are breathtaking. "The wizard's portrait is a very magical product. I don't see anything illogical in it either. Some of Mr. Snape's views are very interesting...I also communicated with him about you..."

Mycroft said something to Catherine.But what he didn't say was that in the past few hours, he and Mr. Snape had had many sharp discussions on Catherine's problems like a pair of guardians.

Mycroft also didn't like Snape's sharp words, especially since the other party was more sensitive than ordinary people, and he wasn't someone who could be fooled easily.It was really not a pleasant conversation. At the end of the conversation, Mycroft finally got further information by virtue of his status as a living person.

What displeased him was Catherine's cowardice.She could obviously advance further in status and power, as long as she could correct that troublesome weakness - she was too dependent on others.This other person may only refer to one person, but as long as she has a weakness, she will sink involuntarily and use it as her sustenance.

This is very bad!Even if Catherine has a slightly better vision in selecting candidates this time.But the essential problem has not been solved.

Catherine was offended by Mycroft's unfulfilled desire.Although she didn't want to pay attention to the guy with unknown purpose, she still had to ask: "So what conclusion did you get?"

"Mr. Snape gave me a general description of the progress of your course. He told me that you are a wizard with outstanding talents. Some of the magic you have mastered is enough for you to pay for those previous cases."

Catherine slumped back into the soft bed. Her voice was muffled from under the loose structure of the duvet, and she said: "There is no need for such complicated research, I can directly admit all of this... ·as you wish."

Catherine's words were too casual.If convicted, she could face more than 100 years in prison for life.And if the case got to the Ministry of Magic, the Dementor's Kiss would be the endgame.

Mycroft has been entrusted by Mr. Nolan, and he will not deliberately target Catherine.And Sherlock Holmes' view of right and wrong is not as righteous as they show.

The reason why we uphold justice is because we just stand on the side of justice.

Many nights as a child, Mycroft would worry that his increasingly intelligent younger brother would one day rely on his own intelligence to make an irreparable mistake.Sherlock has been taught by tutors since childhood.

My parents were still working at that time.There are only two children in the family, Mycroft and Sherlock.Sherlock's only reference is his brother who is seven years older than him.He thought everyone out there was as smart as his brother... Mycroft had told him so.

So at one point Sherlock thought he was a fool.It wasn't until college that I saw the world of goldfish.

Fat Mycroft has been cheating on him! — Sherlock thought so.

But as an older brother.In addition to the fun of watching his younger brother's embarrassment, Mycroft also hopes to do his best to protect his brother. If one day, Sherlock becomes a criminal murderer, Mycroft also hopes that he will able to recover these.

To put it lightly, Mycroft's receding hairline over the years is half for the British government and half for his worrying younger brother.

But after so many years, Sherlock has found his partner. Dr. Watson, an upright and reliable person, has greatly reduced the chances of Sherlock committing crimes. It's fine to make any trouble... It's a lot easier.

The trouble is Catherine.Mr. Holmes must admit that he has been paying attention to Catherine's information since Mr. Nolan's deathbed entrustment.

At the very beginning, he would not have seen these things in person.But as Catherine's troubles in France got bigger and bigger, she showed more than half of the goldfish's ability, and suddenly lost her voice before things got bigger and bigger.

Mycroft has indeed paid more attention to Catherine's files in recent years.However, the previous neglect has already caused the lack of data. Unless it is done personally, it is impossible for mi6 agents to obtain the information that happened in Catherine's blank three years.

Mycroft flew to France two years ago to discuss some issues with one of their ministers for a week. During that time, he searched for information about Catherine, but there was no information about Catherine in the French criminal circle. Information.

- Catherine used a pseudonym, which was revealed later - left.

This name became a little popular among the British class, and then it was quickly swallowed up by the consumption of the land of London as if it was not acclimatized.

Mr. Nolan would not want his daughter to be engaged in such a job. People who walk on the tip of a knife will never have peace.

He thought that Catherine would be silent for a while, and the method of giving a red date with a stick is also tried and tested among politicians.

It's a pity that he didn't wait to distribute candy to Catherine, so he pushed her into a corner.

"Mike... why haven't you woken up people..." A voice came from the floor below.This sense of dislocation from the spy movie to the family comedy made Catherine forget to try each other with Mycroft.

Catherine poked her head out from under the quilt, narrowed her eyes and looked at McCullof's expression.

In a sense, this unexpected voice did ease the current deadlock and gave Catherine more time to think.

Some things seem to be different from what she imagined.

"Mike...Mike..." The voice from downstairs continued, and Catherine understood it this time. It turned out to be Sherlock's mother, and of course it was Mycroft's mother.

She looked at Mycroft sitting on the chair in shock.Because she was too surprised, Catherine put her index finger very carelessly, and pointed at Mycroft tremblingly, speechless.

He actually brought her to the ancestral home of the Holmes family.This is really surprising.

After the feeling of surprise passed, Catherine quickly jumped up from the bed.It's a pity that she has tossed herself a bit too much these days, and because the clothes were too soft, Catherine's first carp kick did not make her jump out of the bed, but twisted her waist.

Her movements froze halfway.It hurts just to move. ——Well, she was knocked out after all, and it is only natural for her to maintain a movement for a long time.

Catherine looked at the beautiful patterns on the ceiling, and thought she heard Mycroft's mocking voice.In this way, Catherine calmed down instead. She calmly relaxed her body and moved her position slightly to ensure that the bones in her waist would not collide again.

After about a few minutes, Catherine successfully turned over and got out of bed.

When Catherine stepped on the soft wool carpet with her bare feet, she couldn't help but slander someone's high-quality living environment.

"The ancestral home of Sherlock Holmes? I assume that the Mike who was called is you... the answer should not be negative, right?" Catherine pulled open the thick curtains, and at the same time very carefully returned the title of Mike to just now. Someone who gloats.

The warm twilight finally settled into the room.It quietly dyed the white wool blanket orange, and the wind outside was not too cold.Catherine suddenly turned her head and saw McCulloft sitting on the chair, and something was slightly touched.