sherlock holmes brother
Chapter 2
There is no return, and the time soon points to 06:30. Jonas is a little anxious. His brother is still sitting in the armchair calmly, and there is even a chess set in front of him. Looking at the pieces on it, they have been fighting for a while It's time.
"Brother!" Jonas walked quickly to the opposite side of Dietmar, and slammed the armchair, "Will it come out..." They have now walked into the world under the sun, and they are also the person behind them No matter how good the reason is, relying on that person's paranoia will not lead to good results.
"Patience, my brother." Dittmar didn't even take his eyes off the chessboard, as if studying the chess game was the only thing he cared about, "Mr. Holmes has arranged everything, from the beginning when the waiter brought us into this room. Has that already been explained?" Dittmar has always been patient after clarifying her goals.Except for Moriarty...he held the black king in his hands, suppressing his impatience to get that man to reach another peak of his own, soon, he said to himself, all patience is necessary, Whether it is a professor in London or Hades, he will be trampled under his feet.
"Papa", a few applause came from behind a thick red curtain behind the bookshelf in the room, and then a man with a long black umbrella walked slowly to the center of the room.Simple support standing, the man is wearing a black three-piece suit, just standing there, he feels that he is the center of the whole room, "I like people with patience, patience has always been the guide for successful people, what can you do with me ?”
This was Mycroft's capital, he didn't even need to introduce himself, he asked straight to the point, and it seemed condescending to have these two people share a room with him.
"Mr. Holmes, it is very presumptuous to contact you like this. We want to make a deal with you." Stopping the habitual gentle smile on Jonas's face, Dittmar's voice carried a bit of latent arrogance. Their current identities If it is different, the identity will be different in the future, so from the very beginning, he must let the other party know that this time it is just cooperation and no subordination.
"I don't know what business we have to talk about," Mycroft's voice was still drawn, "I'm righteous, you're evil, our people grab your people, and... bang ..." One of his hands drew a graceful arc in the air, "The people cheer, the Queen's award, it's that simple."
A little irritated by the indifferent tone of Mycroft's words, Dittmar clasped her right hand tightly with her left hand, "Not necessarily, Mr. Holmes, sometimes how can you tell the difference between black and white? What's more, everyone will have a comparison." People who care about, such as family members, such as lovers, of course we are still very similar in some things, for example...we both have a younger brother." His voice meant something.
"So what? Sherlock is back, your professor is dead, it's as simple as that." Mycroft's expression remained unchanged, "Since we all have younger brothers, you should know that younger brothers are not Be obedient, brother will always take care of you." This person is obviously too young to talk about threats, especially when the target of threats is Sherlock.Mycroft allowed himself to imagine Sherlock being plotted to die by these two men, when his other brother would have laughed at Sherlock to hell.
"What if the professor is not dead?" Dittmar threw out the first bait of the day, "Open the skylight and tell the truth, the professor is only following orders, you probably don't know who that person is, right? If you can pay enough, then we can offer that person's name with both hands." He raised his chin slightly, as if he had found the rhythm of negotiating with Mycroft.
But obviously Dittmar is still too naive. If this kind of specious transaction can impress Mycroft, he is not worthy of being a Sherlock Holmes. "I agree with what you just said. People have weaknesses. I think people of mine probably don’t necessarily need two agents. I’ll keep one of you and throw it outside. I believe there will always be people who can’t resist taking advantage of this opportunity. I still have time, and Sherlock is safe. No outsiders will be stationed in Baker Street after the previous few lessons."
Jonas and Dittma couldn't help shivering. The options randomly thrown out by the man opposite them were indeed a difficult threat to them, smashing their seemingly rich bargaining chips at once.However, they also analyzed the part that was beneficial to them from Mycroft's words, "One piece of news, in exchange for the two of us leaving safely, I believe in Holmes' credibility."
Mycroft didn't speak, just shifted his focus.
"Wilton Polk is Hades, the king of the underworld. He imprisoned the professor. The engagement with the military doctor is his revenge." Dittmar quickly threw out the news, and at the same time he paid close attention to Mycroft. expression.Sure enough, the corners of the other party's mouth slightly raised when they heard "Hades", Dittma instantly confirmed that their lives today were saved.
"Deal, I keep my word, you can leave." Mycroft made a gesture of invitation.It's just that Dittmar is still not reconciled, "The enemy of the enemy is a friend. We want to get rid of that person. You have to deal with Hades. We can cooperate, can't we?"
"What do you have that I need? Information, intelligence? No, I can do it myself. But you will get the capital from me to fight against the person behind you. What's worse, as your last hole card, I'm afraid not You won't say his name until the last moment, so why should I pay for an invisible enemy?" Mycroft's face was the usual sneer of Sherlock Holmes, "Your efforts are far less than what I have to work hard for. Yes, not to mention that although I don't like Moriarty, I have to say that compared with him, you are really far behind."
"It's a pity, the person you approved of is not only your brother's life and death enemy, but is now a prisoner, so what do you think is better than us?" Ditmar retorted, but he could see that Mycroft was nothing but oil and salt do not enter.
"At least he doesn't have to be coerced when he's in your position," Mycroft pointed impolitely at Jonas and Dittmar with a black umbrella. "What about you? You're just puppets." His voice With a bit of Sherlock's meanness.
"Thank you for your warning. We will see you sooner or later." Even Jonas, who has always been good-tempered, began to look ugly. Not only did they not take advantage of their visit today, but they were threatened to hand over some information, and even No one would be happy with this kind of treatment.
"Of course, it won't even be at Scotland Yard." Mycroft said the last sentence, and when Jonas looked back, the man was still standing in the middle of the room with a black umbrella, and the light played on his profile. There was a shadow, and he seemed to see Satan's wings in a trance.
"God bless..." Uncontrollably, Jonas made a sign of the cross on his chest, Dittmar gave him a strange look, but still didn't say anything.
"What should we do?" Jonas, who had returned to his territory, ruffled his hair.
"Don't worry, my brother, that damned Sherlock Holmes has proved at least two points. First, what the colonel said should be true. There should be no cooperative relationship between the professor and the consulting detective, otherwise such a good opportunity. Will not intervene; secondly, we should change our thinking and let that person go, should we invite another more powerful person in?" Dittmar sneered, "My brother , what we want is real freedom, the whole of London."
"What do you want to do?" Jonas looked at his elder brother. He knew from an early age that although his elder brother didn't talk very much most of the time, he was always thoughtful about major issues.
"Contact the Queen of Spades and the Knight of Diamonds, and we will swallow the whole of London together." Dittma blushed with excitement, "At that time, no one will underestimate our strength, whether it is Pluto or Sherlock Holmes. Why does this big Sherlock Holmes look down on us today, isn't it because we don't have enough strength?" Mycroft's stimulation finally made Dittmar go the most dangerous path, and it was obvious that he trusted him more in major matters. Judging Jonas also began to waver.
"What should we do?" After a long time, Jonas finally made up his mind.
"Contact the colonel, the future London will be ours." Dittmar seemed to see a bright future for them.At this time, he selectively forgot the information about Moriarty and Sherlock having appeared in Germany together. According to Mycroft's attitude and that E-mail today, it was too easy to do this.Don't focus on things that have no results, Dittmar picked up the phone, he needs to start the next step immediately.
☆、79·Smuggled Baker Street
Picking up a glass of champagne from the waiter, Moran was not surprised at all. He found a small note at the bottom of the glass with a simple room number on it. I like the set of small notes, can't I be a little creative?For example, use red or pink... The colonel, who had no idea that he had been assimilated by Wilton and Moriarty, let himself go to the room mentioned on the note while yelling in his head that it was boring, even if it was with Ka Rong is interested in pinching, okay?
Sure enough, the pretentiously mysterious room, the one-way glass, Moran hid the sneer in his heart, and it is still the same from the past few decades. No wonder the consulting detective looked down on the criminal world in London and asked him to say , After his boss became "benevolent", these little guys became less and less creative.
"Colonel." It's not that there is no one in the room, but no one is a fool.Especially the clean mirror on the TV wall, every idiot knows that there is at least a pair of other people's eyes behind it.
"I thought our cooperation was based on sincerity." Moran pointed in the direction of the mirror, "Don't take me for a fool, and don't try to deceive my boss."
"It's just a convention. There are two people behind, and you all know them." Jonas raised the goblet in his hand, and then moved something on his hand.The mirror began to become transparent, revealing the figures of masked men and women.
"Queen of Spades, Knight of Diamonds." Moran narrowed his eyes, keeping his face expressionless.
The two people behind the mirror just nodded and didn't express anything else.
"What do you want?" Sensitively noting that today's formation seems not just for cooperation, Moran folded his arms.
"Perhaps you would like to listen to our suggestions. There are always things that are better for you, and the professor, don't you want him to be free?" Dittmar's voice was a little bewitching, and he was confident in persuading this man, although The colonel has always shown his loyalty to Moriarty, but he doesn't believe that the experience of the professor being raised in captivity has no effect on the colonel?People are never satisfied animals, sometimes they just need an opportunity.
A few days later on Baker Street, Sherlock was flipping through the messages on his website as usual, while chatting with Watson who was watching TV. Given his poor performance in the past two years, this time Watson But it was cruel - if Sherlock acted on his own again, he might as well go straight to marry another girl.Well, although the second young master of the Holmes family knew that his doctor was just trying to scare people, considering Watson's past romance, Sherlock wisely stayed at Baker Street and waited for the next plan.
There was a rhythmic trampling sound coming from the stairs, followed by Mrs. Hudson's enthusiastic voice. From a distance, Sherlock and Watson could only faintly hear some fragments, "Will" "Your cloak"" It's really"... Sherlock leaped lightly like a cat from his armchair by the window and stood by the drapes, his pale eyes dilated at the sight of the crowd down in Baker Street.
"Oh, my God!" Watson's surprised voice sounded, "Wilton? Moriarty? Little Oss? Look at your clothes, I thought it was...."
"Diagon Alley?" Sherlock said in a deep voice. He turned around and squinted his eyes to look at his younger brother's family. "Harry Potter's make-up parade? You guys are so lucky." There was sarcasm in his voice, " So that's your taste, Dementor family, huh?"
The hem of the dusty cloak also has a very artistic ripped edge. Except for the tallest one among the three, the hands of the other two have stretched out half of the cloak, revealing skinny claws that look like they were custom-made .It is precisely because of this that even if the face inside the cloak cannot be seen clearly, the gray hair exposed outside can make people sure that it is probably some kind of evil magical creature in that magical novel.
"It's actually quite creative, isn't it? It's better than some idiot knights and stupid followers." The slightly shorter adult suddenly put down the hood of his cloak, and his claws were obviously a little inconvenient, but it didn't matter. It doesn't affect his mood, "My dear son, remember what I said before I went out?"
Watson swore he saw the little "dementor" tremble all over, and then he saw Augustine struggling to put his hood down with his "claws", and then there was standard etiquette, "Uncle Sherlock, Aunt John , good day."
The military doctor who always felt that he would be calm in the face of anything froze. Obviously, the lethality of "Aunt John" still broke through the bottom line he could bear, but when he turned his head and saw his dear boyfriend, he was still balanced. , Sherlock's face was distorted simply because of this "Uncle Sherlock".Especially considering that the child was Moriarty's own son, consulting the detective felt that the whole world was too funny. For the first time in his life, he had the same feeling as Mycroft had when he had a toothache.
"My son saluted, of course you should return the salute, second brother, second sister-in-law." Moriarty seemed to be really complaining, and he even poked the waist of Wilton who hadn't put down his hood yet. Side, "Dear, do you think so, this is simply too rude!"
"Take care of your man! Don't make me think that by giving him a small fan he can stand at an eighteenth century ball and pretend to be a boring lady. Of course he may wish for it. It seems that your 'family life' has made him Gender dislocation and identification barriers have occurred, otherwise he would not be able to figure out our gender, let alone the title...I don’t remember anyone with the surname ‘Holmes’ besides Elizabeth!” Sherlock’s face was still distorted , but his counterattack was indeed indiscriminate. Among the harsh words he was familiar with, Watson was the first to slow down. He habitually opened his mouth and prepared to smooth things over after Sherlock finished speaking, but he Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Wilton.
"Augustine H. Polk, his full name, brother agrees," he put down his hood, and was the only one among the three who didn't wear anything messy on his hands. Wilton's face showed With his usual gentle expression, "John, long time no see." He ignored his second brother directly, as if indulging an unreasonable child.
"Hypocrite." Sherlock muttered, but did not continue, after all, his doctor's stare just now was not without deterrence. "Is there any news?" Watson tried his best to let himself ignore the extremely weird address just now. As for the knight and the servant, after the appearance of "Aunt John", he had already selectively ignored it.
"Brother Locke approached Sebastian, Moriarty was excluded by them, and the same is true for the eldest brother. Plan [-] and Plan [-] can be withdrawn, and Plan [-] can be revised. Charon made an estimate, and I It will take about a month here." Wilton still had the same tone, as if he didn't mind at all that his second brother had just finished slandering his family.
"Hmph, the big devil who wants to control the pervert," Sherlock also knows the specific plan, and he also understands that no matter which plan, he and Watson will be the ones who will charge the battle on the bright side, but he understands more Specialization, although he is more unhappy with the man behind than Locke Brothers, but he knows that it belongs to Mycroft's field, and in other respects, he obviously has an advantage, "I will inform him, the next contact Better use the Internet." Sherlock's eyes flicked to Moriarty, who spread his "claws" to show his innocence.But Sherlock will not be deceived by him. Given that Baker Street is now the focus of observation in all aspects, but Wilton and the others are still here, he does not believe that there is no way to contact them when consulting criminals. After all, it is not for fun!
"I don't like modern technology very much, but Charon will try it next time." Why didn't Wilton know that his second brother had already seen it? To put it bluntly, they came here today because Moriarty was too boring. After being squeezed to such an extent that she began to habitually not resist, Moriarty's life was extremely boring.However, Jonas and Dittmar delayed for a long time out of caution, and he knew that this was not his own business, so he could only endure it.
However, it is almost at the limit of being able to endure until today. Moriarty feels that if he does not go out, he either dissects Wilton with a knife or hurts himself with a knife. Considering the force value of his lover, Murray Artie silently felt that she had better choose to go out.
With this kind of thinking in mind, no matter whether it is a parade or a costume, it is not unprepared. Even Moriarty is very proud of the dementor costumes of their family of three - did not see the hundreds of people in the team Is there not a similar dress up!There are even those dressed as snow owls that are not as creative as them.
"Take care of your man!" Sherlock emphasized to his brother for the second time, knowing Moriarty quite well in a certain way, he certainly understands what makes him most uncomfortable.It's just that while he was calculating the other party, he forgot that the other party also understood him. It was just a simple gesture. Struggle, guilt, and pain flashed across Augustine's face... and finally fixed on desire.
"Uncle Sherlock, Aunt John, can I stay with you for a while?" Regardless of his attire, Augustine is indeed a pleasing child.
Sherlock instinctively wanted to refuse, but the boy grabbed the hem of Watson's pullover before he could speak, "Daddy only lets me eat grapefruit for dinner, Uncle John, help me." Augustine's voice was not loud, but enough Let Watson and Sherlock beside him hear.
Unsurprisingly, the doctor nodded and agreed to the boy's request. Moriarty glanced at Sherlock with a half-smile, then suddenly remembered something, "I heard that there will be a make-up parade next month, How about Don Quixote and Sancho, I think it is very suitable for you." After speaking, he winked at the doctor meaningfully, and then pulled Wilton away with a smile on his face.But before leaving, the always gentle university professor added with a smile, "Second brother has a good figure, the angle at the time was not good, but the golden net pocket jacket is quite tasteful."
Wilton and Moriarty, who finished the final blow, left directly after finishing speaking, leaving Watson opening and closing his mouth like a cooked shrimp.
"Uncle John, are you sick?" Augustine, who stayed behind at this time, was really worried about the doctor's health, and it was a blessing to be away from his father for a few days.
Watson's face turned red and white after being awakened, and then he turned his head and gave the detective a hard look, "From today on, go back to sleep in your own room!" After he finished speaking, he went upstairs without looking back. For God's sake, at the palace of Eros...well...God left him long ago!
Sherlock, who was thrown down, had a grim look on his face. Augustine, who obviously noticed that the atmosphere was not right, began to move in the opposite direction of him, but he was fixed on the spot by the detective's eyes before he moved far, "Grapefruit is very nutritious. , it’s just dinner, and it’s obviously good with milk!” After speaking, he also got up and closed the door heavily.
Augustine, who stayed where he was, wept silently. He doesn't want to eat grapefruit anymore, okay? !Is it too late for him to run away from home?
☆、80·That person finally appeared
Harrison Robert was sitting in the living room wearing a dressing gown. He carefully folded today's newspaper, and then neatly placed it next to the orange juice on the side. Due to the deviation of the parallel angle between the newspaper and the table, he specially adjusted it. one time.
"Sir." His secretary knocked on the door and walked in, holding the folder in his right hand, so Harrison understood that the report he was about to get was about his other identity.
"What's the matter?" Harrison casually glanced at the secretary while picking and choosing from his own plate. Harrison quickly recalled the recent reports given to him by the two brothers, um, the frequency seems to be slow?If he remembered correctly, it had been two weeks since the last time they reported.
"The Queen of Spades and the Knight of Diamonds invite you to have afternoon tea together tomorrow afternoon; Brother Locke has visited many people recently; after the colonel publicly rebelled against the professor, Pluto did not respond, and of course the professor did not." The secretary finished the report in a flat voice, Of course he didn't know that the Locke brothers were actually his boss and Mr. Robert's subordinates, but as a successful secretary, he always knew what to ask and what not to ask.
"Where is Sherlock Holmes?" Harrison subconsciously looked at the secretary's left hand. Usually, his secretary would report things about his identity in the sun from the folder in his left hand. Over time, it became a habit, and looking at the secretary's hand became his A subconscious process of switching identities.
"There has been no change in Mycroft. Although our people have heard that MI[-] seems to be shrinking their presence in North America recently, there is no further confirmation. Ask the detectives..." The secretary paused, "High-key Coming back, he seems to have broken the previous rules. Now as long as he finds a case on his head, whether it is a small robbery in the street or a serial murder case, he seems to be willing to come, whether it is a client or Scotland Yard. Thanks to him Thank you, the public’s confidence in Scotland Yard has recently increased by [-]%, and someone above has already proposed to increase the salary of Scotland Yard next time.”
Harrison didn't speak, he drank the orange juice slowly in small sips, which was also his old habit, and he always did this when he couldn't figure out something.Yes, he couldn't figure it out at first, because of his dual identity, many seemingly incomprehensible things will have real answers from him, after all, the advantage of one foot in the dark and one foot in the daytime is the source of information It is more comprehensive, and because of this, he has firmly established his position in the family.Especially after the Locke brothers came to power, Harrison's transparency in London's affairs reached a new peak. To put it bluntly, he could even know which high-ranking member of the glamorous and sorry for his early exit. Prostitute|woman's bed.
That feeling is so cool, even if no one knows, Harrison still feels that he is sitting on the throne of London, even if it is the queen, she will not have the same control over London as he does.
However, the news that the secretary brought to him today made him confused during this period of time. Unlike some time ago, no matter what the secretary said, he probably knew the direction. Today, the few things the secretary reported to him were completely out of his control. It was as if he had returned to the time when Moriarty was still their agent. He could indeed know some information about London's underground world, but nothing more.Guessing and deduction filled his life.Harrison hated false news, but he didn't have a choice then.
If he hadn’t had the experience that everything was under control some time ago, Harrison wouldn’t be so disgusted with the feeling of being out of control now. He quickly found the fastest way to solve this situation by shaking the orange juice round and round. Way. "All the itinerary in the afternoon is cancelled. Send a letter to John. According to the old rules, you can come back at night." No matter what happens, Harrison still believes in his ability to control the Locke brothers. Since he can't figure out why the Queen of Spades and the Diamond Knight Grass will invite you suddenly, and that little Sherlock Holmes is high-profile during this period, so he will go directly to ask. Once he knows the first-hand information, it is only a matter of time before he can find out the purpose behind those people according to his ability.
Facing the secretary's leaving back, Harrison held high the orange juice, as if holding red wine to salute. The Robert family will inevitably rise, of course, after defeating Holmes.
Not to mention how Jonas and Dittmar began to flirt in front of their boss, Sherlock was obviously not in a good mood during this time, and of course he really didn't have time to wrap himself in his pajamas as he was almost full of cases every day Lying on the sofa and yelling is boring, but in terms of the overall content and level of the case, he wouldn't touch it if it weren't for the overall plan.
"Are their brains filled with ketchup? Or are they just not looking carefully!" Sherlock arched his back like a cat whose hair has exploded, "Bloodstains!!! Only half of the bloodstains are left on the incense ash , Not in the second half, don't you guys know the time when the murderer killed the man?" He raised his voice uncontrollably.
"A piece of 8-inch incense burns for about 65 to 70 minutes. According to the weather forecast and the distribution of incense ash, the speed of burning incense in this room is almost negligible. The blood-stained position is at the 3.7-inch position. Overall Calculated to be 30 minutes to 32 minutes, that is to say, according to the housekeeper's wife, if she lit the incense and watched the victim fall asleep at ten o'clock in the evening, then the murder should be around 10:11. But according to the autopsy report , the victim’s death time was clearly at [-] o’clock, which means that the housekeeper’s wife is lying. Why do they still not see you, Uncle Sherlock, despite what you have said so clearly?” Augustine’s face was full of the age group The innocence unique to children, but what he said was like a sharp sword, trampling the faces of all the adults present under their feet.
"Because idiots always only blame their mistakes on other people's cleverness, so that they completely ignore the range that normal IQ should have." If Augustine is what makes Sherlock most satisfied, it is that he is inherited from Moria. Although he may have started late, he brought the child to and from crime scenes during this period of time, allowing him to acquire a lot of knowledge in a short period of time.
Once again, Augustine proves that people can be cultivated, and the observation is not unique to him. Sherlock is more sure of his judgment on the whole world-not that they are too smart, but that most people are too stupid.Watson, who wanted to cover his face beside him, couldn't bear to look at the distorted faces of Anderson and Sally.Of course, Lestrade is used to it. Although he hasn't met Augustine much, he wisely classifies the child as "Wilton, Moriarty, and Sherlock Holmes" because his father is Wilton. outside the scope of normal people".Ever since the detective found out that anti-social people can also meet their own "moral line", he has learned not to worry about those abnormal people, and it is obvious that there will always be an abnormal lid to match those abnormal pots , why should he bother himself.
"The freak's nephew is also a freak, and your family is all freaks!" Sally was furious, and Augustine obviously despised her and Anderson, after all, the latter was the coroner, and she was the one who asserted that the murderer was The one who broke into the house, she retracted her original judgment, this child is not cute at all, even if he is wearing a suitable small suit, his behavior is simply abhorrent.
This is a bit too much, after all, the other party is still a child.Watson's face was a bit uneasy. He was about to say something when he saw that the big and small members of the family who were defined as freaks had left on their own. Sherlock seemed to be still talking to Augustine. From his Body language showed that Watson quickly realized that his boyfriend was in a pretty good mood.
Keeping his mouth shut, Watson, who somehow felt that Sherlock and Augustine didn't care anyway, finally flirted with Lestrade and left. The latter habitually began to mobilize his own people to solve the remaining problems. Since Sherlock And Augustine gave clues, so of course the next step of the interrogation will be from Scotland Yard.Lestrade, who was arranging and recalling the itinerary at home, squeezed his palm hard. No matter who the person behind the scenes was, he had had enough. Elizabeth’s patience had reached its limit after not being home for Christmas for two years. That's why he tolerated Sherlock ravaging London like a hurricane during this period. According to Mycroft's plan, the high-profile return of the consulting detective must be the first step, and all he can provide is the venue.
In less than a month, the news of the consulting detective's high-profile return to London was successfully spread among the London criminal class, especially when the other party changed his principle of preferring nothing to excess and started a relentless act, which made the underground world howl.Interested people have calculated that in the past few days, even petty thefts in various districts of London have decreased by about [-]%. After all, calling the police means that Scotland Yard is dispatched, and then Sherlock will float over like a dark cloud.
After so many years, the detectives have known about the approximate location of the petty theft groups in London, not to mention the homeless people who will help. Consciously or unconsciously, everyone's eyes are on Jonah. As the controllers of the underground world, S and Dittmar's role is not just management. There is no completely clear boundary between black and white. Everyone is watching their actions, and they must also take action up.
Although they are also puzzled by such a high-profile return of Sherlock, Jonas and Dittmar are still happy to see it. As agents, the reason why they deal with those big people who live in the sun is for such a time , and Sherlock's spoiler gave them one of the best reasons to pull that man into the fray.
Jonas and Dittmar know this very well, and Sherlock's identity is enough for that person to enter the game willingly. As long as he wants to bring down Holmes, he must enter the game .
Mycroft, who had different goals but wanted the same result, finally got an invitation to watch a horse race a few days later, and the final sign was Harrison Robert.
☆、81·Harrison's invitation
"Mr. Holmes," Harrison Robert and Mycroft were sitting on both sides of a small table in a small box at the racetrack. They both had smiles on their faces and looked like good friends they hadn't seen for many years. "It's a great honor that you took the time to attend the appointment. I have wanted to talk to you alone for a long time."
Mycroft rubbed the handle of the black umbrella with one hand, and tapped casually on the armrest of the chair with the other hand, "I have a pretty good relationship with Mr. Williams Robert. We had afternoon tea last week. Met, he also mentioned you to me," he paused, looked at Harrison's face, "like Williams, I also have a younger brother, but obviously my luck is not as good as your brother, Sherlock always He likes to cause trouble for me." After receiving the invitation, Mycroft has basically confirmed that he will usually intervene in the London underground world
"Brother!" Jonas walked quickly to the opposite side of Dietmar, and slammed the armchair, "Will it come out..." They have now walked into the world under the sun, and they are also the person behind them No matter how good the reason is, relying on that person's paranoia will not lead to good results.
"Patience, my brother." Dittmar didn't even take his eyes off the chessboard, as if studying the chess game was the only thing he cared about, "Mr. Holmes has arranged everything, from the beginning when the waiter brought us into this room. Has that already been explained?" Dittmar has always been patient after clarifying her goals.Except for Moriarty...he held the black king in his hands, suppressing his impatience to get that man to reach another peak of his own, soon, he said to himself, all patience is necessary, Whether it is a professor in London or Hades, he will be trampled under his feet.
"Papa", a few applause came from behind a thick red curtain behind the bookshelf in the room, and then a man with a long black umbrella walked slowly to the center of the room.Simple support standing, the man is wearing a black three-piece suit, just standing there, he feels that he is the center of the whole room, "I like people with patience, patience has always been the guide for successful people, what can you do with me ?”
This was Mycroft's capital, he didn't even need to introduce himself, he asked straight to the point, and it seemed condescending to have these two people share a room with him.
"Mr. Holmes, it is very presumptuous to contact you like this. We want to make a deal with you." Stopping the habitual gentle smile on Jonas's face, Dittmar's voice carried a bit of latent arrogance. Their current identities If it is different, the identity will be different in the future, so from the very beginning, he must let the other party know that this time it is just cooperation and no subordination.
"I don't know what business we have to talk about," Mycroft's voice was still drawn, "I'm righteous, you're evil, our people grab your people, and... bang ..." One of his hands drew a graceful arc in the air, "The people cheer, the Queen's award, it's that simple."
A little irritated by the indifferent tone of Mycroft's words, Dittmar clasped her right hand tightly with her left hand, "Not necessarily, Mr. Holmes, sometimes how can you tell the difference between black and white? What's more, everyone will have a comparison." People who care about, such as family members, such as lovers, of course we are still very similar in some things, for example...we both have a younger brother." His voice meant something.
"So what? Sherlock is back, your professor is dead, it's as simple as that." Mycroft's expression remained unchanged, "Since we all have younger brothers, you should know that younger brothers are not Be obedient, brother will always take care of you." This person is obviously too young to talk about threats, especially when the target of threats is Sherlock.Mycroft allowed himself to imagine Sherlock being plotted to die by these two men, when his other brother would have laughed at Sherlock to hell.
"What if the professor is not dead?" Dittmar threw out the first bait of the day, "Open the skylight and tell the truth, the professor is only following orders, you probably don't know who that person is, right? If you can pay enough, then we can offer that person's name with both hands." He raised his chin slightly, as if he had found the rhythm of negotiating with Mycroft.
But obviously Dittmar is still too naive. If this kind of specious transaction can impress Mycroft, he is not worthy of being a Sherlock Holmes. "I agree with what you just said. People have weaknesses. I think people of mine probably don’t necessarily need two agents. I’ll keep one of you and throw it outside. I believe there will always be people who can’t resist taking advantage of this opportunity. I still have time, and Sherlock is safe. No outsiders will be stationed in Baker Street after the previous few lessons."
Jonas and Dittma couldn't help shivering. The options randomly thrown out by the man opposite them were indeed a difficult threat to them, smashing their seemingly rich bargaining chips at once.However, they also analyzed the part that was beneficial to them from Mycroft's words, "One piece of news, in exchange for the two of us leaving safely, I believe in Holmes' credibility."
Mycroft didn't speak, just shifted his focus.
"Wilton Polk is Hades, the king of the underworld. He imprisoned the professor. The engagement with the military doctor is his revenge." Dittmar quickly threw out the news, and at the same time he paid close attention to Mycroft. expression.Sure enough, the corners of the other party's mouth slightly raised when they heard "Hades", Dittma instantly confirmed that their lives today were saved.
"Deal, I keep my word, you can leave." Mycroft made a gesture of invitation.It's just that Dittmar is still not reconciled, "The enemy of the enemy is a friend. We want to get rid of that person. You have to deal with Hades. We can cooperate, can't we?"
"What do you have that I need? Information, intelligence? No, I can do it myself. But you will get the capital from me to fight against the person behind you. What's worse, as your last hole card, I'm afraid not You won't say his name until the last moment, so why should I pay for an invisible enemy?" Mycroft's face was the usual sneer of Sherlock Holmes, "Your efforts are far less than what I have to work hard for. Yes, not to mention that although I don't like Moriarty, I have to say that compared with him, you are really far behind."
"It's a pity, the person you approved of is not only your brother's life and death enemy, but is now a prisoner, so what do you think is better than us?" Ditmar retorted, but he could see that Mycroft was nothing but oil and salt do not enter.
"At least he doesn't have to be coerced when he's in your position," Mycroft pointed impolitely at Jonas and Dittmar with a black umbrella. "What about you? You're just puppets." His voice With a bit of Sherlock's meanness.
"Thank you for your warning. We will see you sooner or later." Even Jonas, who has always been good-tempered, began to look ugly. Not only did they not take advantage of their visit today, but they were threatened to hand over some information, and even No one would be happy with this kind of treatment.
"Of course, it won't even be at Scotland Yard." Mycroft said the last sentence, and when Jonas looked back, the man was still standing in the middle of the room with a black umbrella, and the light played on his profile. There was a shadow, and he seemed to see Satan's wings in a trance.
"God bless..." Uncontrollably, Jonas made a sign of the cross on his chest, Dittmar gave him a strange look, but still didn't say anything.
"What should we do?" Jonas, who had returned to his territory, ruffled his hair.
"Don't worry, my brother, that damned Sherlock Holmes has proved at least two points. First, what the colonel said should be true. There should be no cooperative relationship between the professor and the consulting detective, otherwise such a good opportunity. Will not intervene; secondly, we should change our thinking and let that person go, should we invite another more powerful person in?" Dittmar sneered, "My brother , what we want is real freedom, the whole of London."
"What do you want to do?" Jonas looked at his elder brother. He knew from an early age that although his elder brother didn't talk very much most of the time, he was always thoughtful about major issues.
"Contact the Queen of Spades and the Knight of Diamonds, and we will swallow the whole of London together." Dittma blushed with excitement, "At that time, no one will underestimate our strength, whether it is Pluto or Sherlock Holmes. Why does this big Sherlock Holmes look down on us today, isn't it because we don't have enough strength?" Mycroft's stimulation finally made Dittmar go the most dangerous path, and it was obvious that he trusted him more in major matters. Judging Jonas also began to waver.
"What should we do?" After a long time, Jonas finally made up his mind.
"Contact the colonel, the future London will be ours." Dittmar seemed to see a bright future for them.At this time, he selectively forgot the information about Moriarty and Sherlock having appeared in Germany together. According to Mycroft's attitude and that E-mail today, it was too easy to do this.Don't focus on things that have no results, Dittmar picked up the phone, he needs to start the next step immediately.
☆、79·Smuggled Baker Street
Picking up a glass of champagne from the waiter, Moran was not surprised at all. He found a small note at the bottom of the glass with a simple room number on it. I like the set of small notes, can't I be a little creative?For example, use red or pink... The colonel, who had no idea that he had been assimilated by Wilton and Moriarty, let himself go to the room mentioned on the note while yelling in his head that it was boring, even if it was with Ka Rong is interested in pinching, okay?
Sure enough, the pretentiously mysterious room, the one-way glass, Moran hid the sneer in his heart, and it is still the same from the past few decades. No wonder the consulting detective looked down on the criminal world in London and asked him to say , After his boss became "benevolent", these little guys became less and less creative.
"Colonel." It's not that there is no one in the room, but no one is a fool.Especially the clean mirror on the TV wall, every idiot knows that there is at least a pair of other people's eyes behind it.
"I thought our cooperation was based on sincerity." Moran pointed in the direction of the mirror, "Don't take me for a fool, and don't try to deceive my boss."
"It's just a convention. There are two people behind, and you all know them." Jonas raised the goblet in his hand, and then moved something on his hand.The mirror began to become transparent, revealing the figures of masked men and women.
"Queen of Spades, Knight of Diamonds." Moran narrowed his eyes, keeping his face expressionless.
The two people behind the mirror just nodded and didn't express anything else.
"What do you want?" Sensitively noting that today's formation seems not just for cooperation, Moran folded his arms.
"Perhaps you would like to listen to our suggestions. There are always things that are better for you, and the professor, don't you want him to be free?" Dittmar's voice was a little bewitching, and he was confident in persuading this man, although The colonel has always shown his loyalty to Moriarty, but he doesn't believe that the experience of the professor being raised in captivity has no effect on the colonel?People are never satisfied animals, sometimes they just need an opportunity.
A few days later on Baker Street, Sherlock was flipping through the messages on his website as usual, while chatting with Watson who was watching TV. Given his poor performance in the past two years, this time Watson But it was cruel - if Sherlock acted on his own again, he might as well go straight to marry another girl.Well, although the second young master of the Holmes family knew that his doctor was just trying to scare people, considering Watson's past romance, Sherlock wisely stayed at Baker Street and waited for the next plan.
There was a rhythmic trampling sound coming from the stairs, followed by Mrs. Hudson's enthusiastic voice. From a distance, Sherlock and Watson could only faintly hear some fragments, "Will" "Your cloak"" It's really"... Sherlock leaped lightly like a cat from his armchair by the window and stood by the drapes, his pale eyes dilated at the sight of the crowd down in Baker Street.
"Oh, my God!" Watson's surprised voice sounded, "Wilton? Moriarty? Little Oss? Look at your clothes, I thought it was...."
"Diagon Alley?" Sherlock said in a deep voice. He turned around and squinted his eyes to look at his younger brother's family. "Harry Potter's make-up parade? You guys are so lucky." There was sarcasm in his voice, " So that's your taste, Dementor family, huh?"
The hem of the dusty cloak also has a very artistic ripped edge. Except for the tallest one among the three, the hands of the other two have stretched out half of the cloak, revealing skinny claws that look like they were custom-made .It is precisely because of this that even if the face inside the cloak cannot be seen clearly, the gray hair exposed outside can make people sure that it is probably some kind of evil magical creature in that magical novel.
"It's actually quite creative, isn't it? It's better than some idiot knights and stupid followers." The slightly shorter adult suddenly put down the hood of his cloak, and his claws were obviously a little inconvenient, but it didn't matter. It doesn't affect his mood, "My dear son, remember what I said before I went out?"
Watson swore he saw the little "dementor" tremble all over, and then he saw Augustine struggling to put his hood down with his "claws", and then there was standard etiquette, "Uncle Sherlock, Aunt John , good day."
The military doctor who always felt that he would be calm in the face of anything froze. Obviously, the lethality of "Aunt John" still broke through the bottom line he could bear, but when he turned his head and saw his dear boyfriend, he was still balanced. , Sherlock's face was distorted simply because of this "Uncle Sherlock".Especially considering that the child was Moriarty's own son, consulting the detective felt that the whole world was too funny. For the first time in his life, he had the same feeling as Mycroft had when he had a toothache.
"My son saluted, of course you should return the salute, second brother, second sister-in-law." Moriarty seemed to be really complaining, and he even poked the waist of Wilton who hadn't put down his hood yet. Side, "Dear, do you think so, this is simply too rude!"
"Take care of your man! Don't make me think that by giving him a small fan he can stand at an eighteenth century ball and pretend to be a boring lady. Of course he may wish for it. It seems that your 'family life' has made him Gender dislocation and identification barriers have occurred, otherwise he would not be able to figure out our gender, let alone the title...I don’t remember anyone with the surname ‘Holmes’ besides Elizabeth!” Sherlock’s face was still distorted , but his counterattack was indeed indiscriminate. Among the harsh words he was familiar with, Watson was the first to slow down. He habitually opened his mouth and prepared to smooth things over after Sherlock finished speaking, but he Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Wilton.
"Augustine H. Polk, his full name, brother agrees," he put down his hood, and was the only one among the three who didn't wear anything messy on his hands. Wilton's face showed With his usual gentle expression, "John, long time no see." He ignored his second brother directly, as if indulging an unreasonable child.
"Hypocrite." Sherlock muttered, but did not continue, after all, his doctor's stare just now was not without deterrence. "Is there any news?" Watson tried his best to let himself ignore the extremely weird address just now. As for the knight and the servant, after the appearance of "Aunt John", he had already selectively ignored it.
"Brother Locke approached Sebastian, Moriarty was excluded by them, and the same is true for the eldest brother. Plan [-] and Plan [-] can be withdrawn, and Plan [-] can be revised. Charon made an estimate, and I It will take about a month here." Wilton still had the same tone, as if he didn't mind at all that his second brother had just finished slandering his family.
"Hmph, the big devil who wants to control the pervert," Sherlock also knows the specific plan, and he also understands that no matter which plan, he and Watson will be the ones who will charge the battle on the bright side, but he understands more Specialization, although he is more unhappy with the man behind than Locke Brothers, but he knows that it belongs to Mycroft's field, and in other respects, he obviously has an advantage, "I will inform him, the next contact Better use the Internet." Sherlock's eyes flicked to Moriarty, who spread his "claws" to show his innocence.But Sherlock will not be deceived by him. Given that Baker Street is now the focus of observation in all aspects, but Wilton and the others are still here, he does not believe that there is no way to contact them when consulting criminals. After all, it is not for fun!
"I don't like modern technology very much, but Charon will try it next time." Why didn't Wilton know that his second brother had already seen it? To put it bluntly, they came here today because Moriarty was too boring. After being squeezed to such an extent that she began to habitually not resist, Moriarty's life was extremely boring.However, Jonas and Dittmar delayed for a long time out of caution, and he knew that this was not his own business, so he could only endure it.
However, it is almost at the limit of being able to endure until today. Moriarty feels that if he does not go out, he either dissects Wilton with a knife or hurts himself with a knife. Considering the force value of his lover, Murray Artie silently felt that she had better choose to go out.
With this kind of thinking in mind, no matter whether it is a parade or a costume, it is not unprepared. Even Moriarty is very proud of the dementor costumes of their family of three - did not see the hundreds of people in the team Is there not a similar dress up!There are even those dressed as snow owls that are not as creative as them.
"Take care of your man!" Sherlock emphasized to his brother for the second time, knowing Moriarty quite well in a certain way, he certainly understands what makes him most uncomfortable.It's just that while he was calculating the other party, he forgot that the other party also understood him. It was just a simple gesture. Struggle, guilt, and pain flashed across Augustine's face... and finally fixed on desire.
"Uncle Sherlock, Aunt John, can I stay with you for a while?" Regardless of his attire, Augustine is indeed a pleasing child.
Sherlock instinctively wanted to refuse, but the boy grabbed the hem of Watson's pullover before he could speak, "Daddy only lets me eat grapefruit for dinner, Uncle John, help me." Augustine's voice was not loud, but enough Let Watson and Sherlock beside him hear.
Unsurprisingly, the doctor nodded and agreed to the boy's request. Moriarty glanced at Sherlock with a half-smile, then suddenly remembered something, "I heard that there will be a make-up parade next month, How about Don Quixote and Sancho, I think it is very suitable for you." After speaking, he winked at the doctor meaningfully, and then pulled Wilton away with a smile on his face.But before leaving, the always gentle university professor added with a smile, "Second brother has a good figure, the angle at the time was not good, but the golden net pocket jacket is quite tasteful."
Wilton and Moriarty, who finished the final blow, left directly after finishing speaking, leaving Watson opening and closing his mouth like a cooked shrimp.
"Uncle John, are you sick?" Augustine, who stayed behind at this time, was really worried about the doctor's health, and it was a blessing to be away from his father for a few days.
Watson's face turned red and white after being awakened, and then he turned his head and gave the detective a hard look, "From today on, go back to sleep in your own room!" After he finished speaking, he went upstairs without looking back. For God's sake, at the palace of Eros...well...God left him long ago!
Sherlock, who was thrown down, had a grim look on his face. Augustine, who obviously noticed that the atmosphere was not right, began to move in the opposite direction of him, but he was fixed on the spot by the detective's eyes before he moved far, "Grapefruit is very nutritious. , it’s just dinner, and it’s obviously good with milk!” After speaking, he also got up and closed the door heavily.
Augustine, who stayed where he was, wept silently. He doesn't want to eat grapefruit anymore, okay? !Is it too late for him to run away from home?
☆、80·That person finally appeared
Harrison Robert was sitting in the living room wearing a dressing gown. He carefully folded today's newspaper, and then neatly placed it next to the orange juice on the side. Due to the deviation of the parallel angle between the newspaper and the table, he specially adjusted it. one time.
"Sir." His secretary knocked on the door and walked in, holding the folder in his right hand, so Harrison understood that the report he was about to get was about his other identity.
"What's the matter?" Harrison casually glanced at the secretary while picking and choosing from his own plate. Harrison quickly recalled the recent reports given to him by the two brothers, um, the frequency seems to be slow?If he remembered correctly, it had been two weeks since the last time they reported.
"The Queen of Spades and the Knight of Diamonds invite you to have afternoon tea together tomorrow afternoon; Brother Locke has visited many people recently; after the colonel publicly rebelled against the professor, Pluto did not respond, and of course the professor did not." The secretary finished the report in a flat voice, Of course he didn't know that the Locke brothers were actually his boss and Mr. Robert's subordinates, but as a successful secretary, he always knew what to ask and what not to ask.
"Where is Sherlock Holmes?" Harrison subconsciously looked at the secretary's left hand. Usually, his secretary would report things about his identity in the sun from the folder in his left hand. Over time, it became a habit, and looking at the secretary's hand became his A subconscious process of switching identities.
"There has been no change in Mycroft. Although our people have heard that MI[-] seems to be shrinking their presence in North America recently, there is no further confirmation. Ask the detectives..." The secretary paused, "High-key Coming back, he seems to have broken the previous rules. Now as long as he finds a case on his head, whether it is a small robbery in the street or a serial murder case, he seems to be willing to come, whether it is a client or Scotland Yard. Thanks to him Thank you, the public’s confidence in Scotland Yard has recently increased by [-]%, and someone above has already proposed to increase the salary of Scotland Yard next time.”
Harrison didn't speak, he drank the orange juice slowly in small sips, which was also his old habit, and he always did this when he couldn't figure out something.Yes, he couldn't figure it out at first, because of his dual identity, many seemingly incomprehensible things will have real answers from him, after all, the advantage of one foot in the dark and one foot in the daytime is the source of information It is more comprehensive, and because of this, he has firmly established his position in the family.Especially after the Locke brothers came to power, Harrison's transparency in London's affairs reached a new peak. To put it bluntly, he could even know which high-ranking member of the glamorous and sorry for his early exit. Prostitute|woman's bed.
That feeling is so cool, even if no one knows, Harrison still feels that he is sitting on the throne of London, even if it is the queen, she will not have the same control over London as he does.
However, the news that the secretary brought to him today made him confused during this period of time. Unlike some time ago, no matter what the secretary said, he probably knew the direction. Today, the few things the secretary reported to him were completely out of his control. It was as if he had returned to the time when Moriarty was still their agent. He could indeed know some information about London's underground world, but nothing more.Guessing and deduction filled his life.Harrison hated false news, but he didn't have a choice then.
If he hadn’t had the experience that everything was under control some time ago, Harrison wouldn’t be so disgusted with the feeling of being out of control now. He quickly found the fastest way to solve this situation by shaking the orange juice round and round. Way. "All the itinerary in the afternoon is cancelled. Send a letter to John. According to the old rules, you can come back at night." No matter what happens, Harrison still believes in his ability to control the Locke brothers. Since he can't figure out why the Queen of Spades and the Diamond Knight Grass will invite you suddenly, and that little Sherlock Holmes is high-profile during this period, so he will go directly to ask. Once he knows the first-hand information, it is only a matter of time before he can find out the purpose behind those people according to his ability.
Facing the secretary's leaving back, Harrison held high the orange juice, as if holding red wine to salute. The Robert family will inevitably rise, of course, after defeating Holmes.
Not to mention how Jonas and Dittmar began to flirt in front of their boss, Sherlock was obviously not in a good mood during this time, and of course he really didn't have time to wrap himself in his pajamas as he was almost full of cases every day Lying on the sofa and yelling is boring, but in terms of the overall content and level of the case, he wouldn't touch it if it weren't for the overall plan.
"Are their brains filled with ketchup? Or are they just not looking carefully!" Sherlock arched his back like a cat whose hair has exploded, "Bloodstains!!! Only half of the bloodstains are left on the incense ash , Not in the second half, don't you guys know the time when the murderer killed the man?" He raised his voice uncontrollably.
"A piece of 8-inch incense burns for about 65 to 70 minutes. According to the weather forecast and the distribution of incense ash, the speed of burning incense in this room is almost negligible. The blood-stained position is at the 3.7-inch position. Overall Calculated to be 30 minutes to 32 minutes, that is to say, according to the housekeeper's wife, if she lit the incense and watched the victim fall asleep at ten o'clock in the evening, then the murder should be around 10:11. But according to the autopsy report , the victim’s death time was clearly at [-] o’clock, which means that the housekeeper’s wife is lying. Why do they still not see you, Uncle Sherlock, despite what you have said so clearly?” Augustine’s face was full of the age group The innocence unique to children, but what he said was like a sharp sword, trampling the faces of all the adults present under their feet.
"Because idiots always only blame their mistakes on other people's cleverness, so that they completely ignore the range that normal IQ should have." If Augustine is what makes Sherlock most satisfied, it is that he is inherited from Moria. Although he may have started late, he brought the child to and from crime scenes during this period of time, allowing him to acquire a lot of knowledge in a short period of time.
Once again, Augustine proves that people can be cultivated, and the observation is not unique to him. Sherlock is more sure of his judgment on the whole world-not that they are too smart, but that most people are too stupid.Watson, who wanted to cover his face beside him, couldn't bear to look at the distorted faces of Anderson and Sally.Of course, Lestrade is used to it. Although he hasn't met Augustine much, he wisely classifies the child as "Wilton, Moriarty, and Sherlock Holmes" because his father is Wilton. outside the scope of normal people".Ever since the detective found out that anti-social people can also meet their own "moral line", he has learned not to worry about those abnormal people, and it is obvious that there will always be an abnormal lid to match those abnormal pots , why should he bother himself.
"The freak's nephew is also a freak, and your family is all freaks!" Sally was furious, and Augustine obviously despised her and Anderson, after all, the latter was the coroner, and she was the one who asserted that the murderer was The one who broke into the house, she retracted her original judgment, this child is not cute at all, even if he is wearing a suitable small suit, his behavior is simply abhorrent.
This is a bit too much, after all, the other party is still a child.Watson's face was a bit uneasy. He was about to say something when he saw that the big and small members of the family who were defined as freaks had left on their own. Sherlock seemed to be still talking to Augustine. From his Body language showed that Watson quickly realized that his boyfriend was in a pretty good mood.
Keeping his mouth shut, Watson, who somehow felt that Sherlock and Augustine didn't care anyway, finally flirted with Lestrade and left. The latter habitually began to mobilize his own people to solve the remaining problems. Since Sherlock And Augustine gave clues, so of course the next step of the interrogation will be from Scotland Yard.Lestrade, who was arranging and recalling the itinerary at home, squeezed his palm hard. No matter who the person behind the scenes was, he had had enough. Elizabeth’s patience had reached its limit after not being home for Christmas for two years. That's why he tolerated Sherlock ravaging London like a hurricane during this period. According to Mycroft's plan, the high-profile return of the consulting detective must be the first step, and all he can provide is the venue.
In less than a month, the news of the consulting detective's high-profile return to London was successfully spread among the London criminal class, especially when the other party changed his principle of preferring nothing to excess and started a relentless act, which made the underground world howl.Interested people have calculated that in the past few days, even petty thefts in various districts of London have decreased by about [-]%. After all, calling the police means that Scotland Yard is dispatched, and then Sherlock will float over like a dark cloud.
After so many years, the detectives have known about the approximate location of the petty theft groups in London, not to mention the homeless people who will help. Consciously or unconsciously, everyone's eyes are on Jonah. As the controllers of the underground world, S and Dittmar's role is not just management. There is no completely clear boundary between black and white. Everyone is watching their actions, and they must also take action up.
Although they are also puzzled by such a high-profile return of Sherlock, Jonas and Dittmar are still happy to see it. As agents, the reason why they deal with those big people who live in the sun is for such a time , and Sherlock's spoiler gave them one of the best reasons to pull that man into the fray.
Jonas and Dittmar know this very well, and Sherlock's identity is enough for that person to enter the game willingly. As long as he wants to bring down Holmes, he must enter the game .
Mycroft, who had different goals but wanted the same result, finally got an invitation to watch a horse race a few days later, and the final sign was Harrison Robert.
☆、81·Harrison's invitation
"Mr. Holmes," Harrison Robert and Mycroft were sitting on both sides of a small table in a small box at the racetrack. They both had smiles on their faces and looked like good friends they hadn't seen for many years. "It's a great honor that you took the time to attend the appointment. I have wanted to talk to you alone for a long time."
Mycroft rubbed the handle of the black umbrella with one hand, and tapped casually on the armrest of the chair with the other hand, "I have a pretty good relationship with Mr. Williams Robert. We had afternoon tea last week. Met, he also mentioned you to me," he paused, looked at Harrison's face, "like Williams, I also have a younger brother, but obviously my luck is not as good as your brother, Sherlock always He likes to cause trouble for me." After receiving the invitation, Mycroft has basically confirmed that he will usually intervene in the London underground world
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