[Zhongyingmei] After inheriting the throne

Holmes took up the challenge.

Mrs. Doyle then gave a more definite message.She returned to the previous question "what is the special function of the jug".

"The waters in it refresh the weary, make the stupid wise, make the ugly beautiful, and make the old young."

"It will give people eternal youth."

"A silly trick," snorted Holmes.

Indeed, in the eyes of modern society, this has nothing to do with old-fashioned myths and folklore.

Watson remembered a case they had experienced before, The Hound of Baskervilles.The so-called genetically modified giant dog is an illusion woven by lies, but with the blessing of modern technology, it has also become a story that many people believe in.

However, the commission of the "jug" brought by Mrs. Doyle is unbelievable no matter how you hear it

Watson almost had his doubts written all over his face, and kept looking at the young "widow".

However, she actually mentioned Sherlock's brother Mycroft, who claimed to be a small employee working for the British government. Anyone who really treats this big man as an insignificant pawn is a real fool .

Does Mrs. Doyle know or have contact with Mycroft

Watson tensed up.

But Sherlock remained unmoved.

Also, if the other party wants to trouble Mycroft, Sherlock is of course happy to see it happen.

"If I think of new clues, I will contact you again." Mrs. Doyle stood up.

She walked out of the apartment door.Next to the apartment is a restaurant named Speeds, which sells all kinds of fast food and light meals, and is a popular place for office workers nearby.

Of course, this would not be Mrs. Doyle's choice.

Her eyes just glanced to the side, and Francis, who was following her, understood her psychology.

"I've already made an appointment for afternoon tea for you."

"Then let's go." Mrs. Doyle got into the car.

She still held the ceramic doll tightly in her hand.

Although Francis said that he would take Mrs. Doyle to afternoon tea, the car finally drove into Savile Row.

Francis led Mrs. Doyle into a shop named Kingsman, which was one of the most expensive haute couture shops on the street, at least the sign of "Saville Row Bespoke" proved that it had professionalism.

Although it is somewhat unusual for Mrs. Doyle to walk into a famous men's clothing store as a woman, she did not attract too many surprised glances.

Kingsman's brand is estimated to be inlaid with gold, or it is far behind its peers in terms of service.

The shop is very deserted, only an old tailor with gray hair is measuring the fabric.After a guest came in, he just looked up habitually, and then lowered his head to do his own work.

"Excuse me, we are from n, this one is Mrs. Doyle." Francis said.

The old tailor listened, looked at them, stepped aside, rang a bell, and returned to his bench again.

"Please wait a moment, someone will come to serve you later."

This "later" is a bit polite.About a few seconds later, a bald man came up from the stairs in the middle.He was wearing a plaid V-neck sweater, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a tape measure around his neck, and a folder in his hand.This attire made him look a lot more refined.

The man opened his mouth, bowed slightly and saluted, with a very polite tone, "Welcome to Kingsman Tailor, you are the representative from n."

Mrs Doyle nodded.

"I believe that you will get satisfactory service here, even from this little gentleman." He glanced at the ceramic doll in Mrs. Doyle's hand.

Judging from this scene, Mrs. Doyle seems to have become Kingsman's distinguished guest, and her purpose of coming here is to customize a dress for the simulation doll in her hand.

"Next, I will serve you. Please follow me." Merlin gestured, and then led the two of them to the living room.

He opened the door of a room, which has the same classic decoration style as the whole tailor shop, even more gorgeous and exquisite.

Merlin walked into the small living room and let Mrs. Doyle take a seat.He even asked intimately if the ceramic doll in her arms also needed a seat, but was declined by Mrs. Doyle.

A young man knocked on the door and entered, bringing them a pot of tea and a tray of afternoon tea.It looked like they were going to chat for a long time.

So Mrs. Doyle understood that this was the "afternoon tea" that Francis called.

She didn't quite understand just now, but when Francis mentioned "n", she remembered another thing that she almost left behind.

n, both adan, is a tailor shop specializing in women's advanced custom clothing.And what she wears, those works made by Cinderella herself, are the number of special orders.

Therefore, in the watch world, the so-called international independent intelligence agency is a high-end tailor shop Cinderella. How did this idea come up?

Could it be like what they learned?

Mrs. Doyle turned her attention back to the man in front of her who called herself Merlin.

"Hi, Mrs. Doyle, I'm Merlin." He just poured her a cup of tea.

Mrs. Doyle reached out to take it, and naturally added a circle of milk and a cube of sugar into it, and slowly stirred it up, as if she really just came for afternoon tea.

In fact, they are talking about cooperation as two independent intelligence agencies.

Mrs. Doyle guessed that last time, when Cinderella said that she had made her a suit made of bulletproof fabric, she had already hooked up with this "Kingsman".But this time, her presence in person was used to show the sincerity of cooperation and the agreement that can only be reached after some interviews.

She is sure that this is a meaningful meeting.

Kingsman has a leader code-named "Arthur", field agents named after the Knights of the Round Table, and a quartermaster code-named "Merlin".

The lower part is composed of many unnamed back office and logistics personnel, hardworking "worker ants" distributed in all walks of life.

It sounds much more reliable than the empty shelf n.

But n is very good at pretending, or in other words, Cinderella is very good at pretending.

After roughly figuring out the composition of Kingsman, she made a similar setting based on the other's structure.It's just that they didn't agree with the title.

"So, no Guinevere" Unlike the secret agent meeting scene that the public imagines, in this elegant and relaxed atmosphere, Mrs. Doyle made a joke.

"You know, we are a men's clothing store." Merlin replied with a smile, and glanced at Francis who was standing there.He thought that n, like Kingsman, only recruited women as full members.

"Times are changing," explained Mrs. Doyle.

"Times are changing." Merlin said, "We also have an outstanding woman among our members."

"It seems that you have finally caught up with your American cousins. Their female member seems to have existed for many years." Mrs. Doyle's words revealed more information, indicating that n's receiving channels are very extensive.

"It seems that you have already been in contact." Merlin understood her hint.

"However, Stetman's style is different from ours." Merlin said "different", but the tone was clearly "not as good as".

Otherwise, how could these Yankees allow dangerous elements like Valentine to negotiate with the dignitaries of various countries and carry out the plan of killing each other among human beings, so that they almost fell to the end of a group.

"Even so, we have the same goal, don't we?" said Mrs. Doyle.

"Of course." Merlin replied, "Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't have the honor to receive such a beautiful lady as you today."

This British guy is also very pleasant to speak.

Mrs. Doyle smiled.But Francis behind him couldn't stand up a bit, and he inserted the topic very naturally.

"This is our sincerity." As he spoke, he took out a small tablet with a folding screen the size of a mobile phone from his arms, and showed his colleague the scientific research level of his unit by the way.

We are all rich and well-equipped people, so don't be polite to each other.

Merlin watched the other party's operation, with obvious heartbeat in his eyes.

What the other party showed was a picture of a black woman.The other party looked a little older, but due to the talent of racial superiority, she looked much younger than her actual age.

"This is a member of Stetman." Francis introduced, and then pulled down a picture, which is a map photo with a location. "Our satellite found that she appeared near this position that day."

Merlin immediately stared at the map, and leaned forward as hard as he could.He looked at it for a while, and finally turned his head to meet Francis' face.

Francis had no expression on his face, and let him look at it.

Merlin couldn't see it in his facial expression, not even a slight twitch of a muscle in a smile.

Of course.No matter how human-like his body movements are, Francis is now a cyborg, and machines are of course much more accurate than humans.

Merlin withdrew his gaze regretfully, suppressed the excitement in his heart with his years of secret agent career, and asked, "Are you sure?"

When he said this, he felt that his expectations seemed too high.

That shot was aimed at the forehead, how could Galahad survive

Maybe she just went to collect the corpse.

He lowered his eyes.

Ever since he joined this line of work, he has understood that life is the only way out of those silent games.And if the mission fails, the chance of being able to use his own body bag is actually very slim.

When necessary, they will take the initiative to destroy the body.

But

Merlin continued to look down, listening to the narration from Francis.

"In the end, the location we tracked down was in Kentucky," he concluded.

Merlin's heart was pounding.

Maybe, there's a slight chance that Galahad might still be alive

Francis pushed the tablet forward, handed it to Merlin, and repeated the sentence again.

"This is our sincerity."