[Comprehensive] Aunt sweeping the floor

I don't know who first proposed to eat first.Catherine always felt that she shouldn't even forget this kind of question about priority.After a quick chat, the two of them finally sat in a restaurant not far from the airport and ate fast food.

They just got into the little black car, and they came down to eat this kind of civilian food at this moment.

——Catherine has no ill feeling towards fast food.She belongs to the physique that does not eat fat, and she can deal with the high-calorie food in front of her calmly, without feeling any guilt at all.

But Mycroft was different.These fried foods are delicious poison to him.If he uses the fitness formula to convert it, today's meal is enough for him to run on the treadmill for three or four hours.

"The pickles in this store are well pickled, the cheese tastes very strong, and the most important thing is that the meat is rich. It seems that we were lucky to find a good store." Catherine looked at McCaw who ordered the same thing as her Loft, happy to add trouble to him.

Someone didn't say much, probably not to spoil the interest of a lady is also a kind of gentleman's character.Although Mycroft is working in the field, there is no one in China who can take over from him.So even at mealtimes, his workload is somewhat surprising.

Catherine held her chin and watched the person in front of her quickly press keys on the phone.

"You come out like this once..." Too tired.

People should never turn like a machine that never stops.If Mycroft is really a sophisticated computer, what is his motivation?What is his expiration date, maybe no one knows.

It's as if Conan Doyle wrote the Sherlock Holmes stories.There is Sherlock's retirement at the end, but there is no detailed discussion of Mycroft's retirement.Catherine stared at Mycroft for a moment.

When she realized that she was distracted, Mycroft had just finished the work at hand.Grab a cold burger.

"There are a lot of things going on recently? Maybe I can help you?" Catherine persuaded him half-truthfully.Of course, this is just a simple persuasion.

"Wait until the things at hand are over." Mycroft glanced at Catherine, and he understood the unfinished meaning of Catherine's words.The two continued their lunch in silence.

It's been a long time since Katherine threw away her calling card after a poker banquet, and Mycroft confiscated her Nokia afterwards.Her rare leisure just contrasted with the busyness of Acroft.

"Okay." Catherine continued to stare at the man sitting across from her in a daze. ——No matter how you look at it, it is a typical British man's traits, and it also has a bit of extravagance that has been in the upper class for a long time.Eating a hamburger also requires eating temperament. Although it looks pleasing to the eye, it still has a lingering feeling of pretense.

In this fast food restaurant with a lot of customers, Mycroft's eating speed was so slow that it made people tangled.

Coincidentally, when the two were about to leave, there was a small commotion in the store.

Some people said that their wallet was stolen, and they grabbed another person beside them.Of course the other party was unwilling to admit it, so he asked the guests sitting around to prove his innocence.

The sales volume of this fast food restaurant is very good, and the customer flow is large, but the gap between the seats in the store is very small, and the back-to-back activities seem a bit crowded.When there is nothing to do, such a store layout will help increase the occupancy rate and increase operating profits, and customers will leave as soon as possible because they are uncomfortable sitting to free up seats.

But now the decoration loopholes of this kind of shop are exposed.Catherine was held by the arm. The American woman spoke a fluent local American accent and asked Catherine to prove her innocence.

Catherine frowned and tried to break free from her hand, but the other party was so strong that she used Catherine as a life-saving straw.

"Please let me go, please? I don't see anything." Catherine said this sentence three times, and she raised her voice again and again, but it didn't work at all.What's more troublesome is that she really didn't see anything, she was patronizing to watch someone eat just now.

"No, no, you have to testify for me. I really didn't steal anything, did I?" The woman pulled Catherine in embarrassment, as if she didn't nod, but thought she was a thief.

Catherine has a headache.This time she used the other hand to break free, and finally saved her arm from the woman's hand.

When Catherine's left hand touched the woman, she inevitably read some information about the woman.She did not steal the wallet, but was waiting for a call out of her wits.But that wallet is indeed in her broken leather bag now, and the real thief who was sitting next to him just now saw that something was wrong, so he hid the danger in his bag.

Although the woman is sure that she did not steal, she is probably a little conscious.After she felt that something was wrong, she panicked and started to find someone to respond.

Catherine looked at her wrist, and as expected, her skin had turned a lot green.Catherine couldn't help gasping when she touched her skin.

"Aren't you together?" The one who said that his things were stolen was a foreign tourist with an Asian face.After she communicated with her companions in Chinese, Catherine realized that she was Chinese.

But obviously the other party's English sounded very good.As a second foreigner, I have learned quite vividly.And when a foreigner speaks your mother tongue well, it feels a little harsh.

"We are not." Catherine smiled and replied in pure Mandarin.

This is the first time she has seen people from her home country in so many years.When a language is not used for a long time, it feels somewhat awkward.This is not a problem of substandard pronunciation, but psychologically, it seems like a world away.

Catherine's words startled herself, as well as the female tourist opposite.

Catherine felt that the other party looked at her with a little awe. After all, it is not very many foreigners who can speak a sentence of Chinese correctly.

Female tourists have companions.Generally, you will not travel alone, which is not very safe.After knowing that Catherine can speak Chinese, the other party's attitude eased a little bit.She and her companion exchanged a few words in dialect, roughly speaking about calling the police.

Catherine did not stop, nor rashly intervene in their conversation.

These people are like a mirror to Catherine.Standing in Catherine's past, they travel to foreign countries full of curiosity and feel the culture.Where Catherine is now is her present, and behind her stands the brother of the famous detective Sherlock Holmes.

"But maybe we can help you." Catherine can list many reasons to help these tourists who are away from home.Not to mention that she knows who the real thief is. Compared with what Catherine has to face every day, this kind of problem is like a novice village task.

Mycroft is fluent in many languages, but he doesn't know Chinese very well.In the absence of entanglements of interest, this language does not exist in his memory palace, and if there is, there are not many.

He was a little surprised that Catherine would understand this, and Catherine's extraordinarily attentive attitude also made Mycroft thoughtful.

"You should tell him that it was the man over there who stole it," said Holmes, lowering the brim of his hat, in a voice only Catherine could hear.

"Yes. That's what I think." Catherine started a long negotiation with several foreigners opposite.Her gift of language takes away some of the tourists' concerns.And this time Mycroft also stopped the man who really stole in time.

"Stop. Maybe you'll explain the misunderstanding to that lady."

"Get out of the way, this has nothing to do with you." The blocked man showed a slightly annoyed expression.It was unbearable for him to be exposed by others, which is why he secretly slipped his wallet to others.

Having a heart but no guts is probably the best word to describe this kind of person.

But the consequences of pushing such a person into a hurry are always somewhat serious.Catherine persuaded the two tourists, and when she turned her head, she saw that Mr. Thief pulled out a switchblade from his pocket—about to stab Mycroft in the body.

Catherine's mind went blank for a moment.At that moment, she didn't know what she should do. She just stood there with her eyes wide open, and a series of different injured parts quickly flashed through her mind.

For what seemed like a century, Mycroft had been simulated countless deaths in Catherine's brainstorm.

Although Catherine was still looking in that direction, she was so vain that she didn't have any focus.

She has seen many kinds of death.She even became a perpetrator herself.Knives, an ancient and ubiquitous murder tool, have long since lost their mystery to her.But at this moment, the silvery-white blade trajectory gave Catherine a feeling of fear.

There was a lump in her throat.This reaction is overdone.She should calm down a little more and she'll be fine.

Catherine panicked for a moment.She heard a scream from someone next to her.

Catherine opened her eyes—

Mycroft was still there, but the thief was unlucky.

"God bless, it's good that you're fine." The first thing Catherine did was to run up to check on Mycroft's condition.The man stood there intact, and Catherine's heart was half relieved.She couldn't care less about regretting that she had been involved in this kind of old-fashioned theft. God knows that this kind of thing happened almost every day. It was everywhere in the streets and alleys, and there was nothing worth noting at all.

However, she soon realized the more important issue - the tone of her words just now was like a little girl who was worried about her boyfriend getting hurt.And the phrase thanking God is not very habitual, Catherine is not a Puritan, she should not panic to the point of asking God: "I mean, if something happens to you here, our goal may not be accomplished. "