Silent guardian

Mycroft's age was not too old, only seven years older than Sherlock, but the difference of seven years made him look as shrewd as an old fox.His hair was combed brightly, he was wearing a gray suit, and he was holding a cane in his hand. It was a cane that seemed useless except for decoration, but Maura felt a little suspicious.

"Sherlock, you must go." Mycroft said in an imperative tone, "This matter is very important, and it concerns the safety of the entire UK."

Sherlock lay back on the sofa, stroking the violin in his arms with his slender fingers, occasionally fiddled with the strings, making a melancholy sound.

"Country? That has nothing to do with me." Sherlock curled his lips, "It's nothing more than gossip about a politician cheating or an agent leaking confidential documents."

Mycroft coughed lightly, "What I encountered this time was different from usual."

"Oh?" Sherlock asked casually, "what's the difference?"

"Someone hacked into the confidential library on MI[-], stole the Bruce-Partington plan for the new missile defense system, and left behind a string of numbers." Mycroft handed the file to Sherlock, "I need you as soon as possible Decipher this set of messages and help me retrieve the stolen plan."

"Cut! It's a damn numbers game again, can't they change their tactics?" Sherlock didn't reach out to pick up the file, but just sneered, "You should go to Hongke when you encounter hackers. I have a lot of cases and I don't have time."

A trace of displeasure flashed across Mycroft's face. Watson, who had been acting as an invisible man, reached out to take it when he saw it. When he opened the folder, he saw a string of numbers.

"14703462251, isn't this a phone number?"

"This is indeed a set of phone numbers. The user name is Megan Siegler, a professor at the University of Ariston in France. He has no criminal record in his life and has never joined a terrorist organization. His computer skills are very low. His only hobby is composing music. .”

"Life?" Sherlock asked, "It must have been dead for decades."

"Twenty years," Mycroft corrected.

"Then what does this mean?" Watson asked suspiciously, "Using a dead person's phone number, or a Frenchman, does he want to tell you that he is French?"

"Oh, another boring guy." Sherlock said disdainfully, "He's just showing off, showing off his strength, to let everyone see how superb his hacking skills are, even the pervasive MI[-] can't beat him No, I can only turn to the great detective Sherlock Holmes for help. The ridiculous thing is that the number related to the identity left behind is actually used as a phone number, and now I don’t know where they are laughing, a bunch of idiots.”

Watson closed his mouth resignedly, and looked at the dark-faced Mycroft. Obviously, they were already immune to Sherlock's poisonous tongue, and they had no choice but to shut up.

"That,,,,,," Mora paused, "Apart from these numbers, don't you have any other information?"

"No." Mycroft showed embarrassment, "The intruder this time is different from the past. He deciphered the account number and password, and entered as an administrator. This is like getting a green card for customs clearance, and he can come and go freely. All security has become a display."

Watson thought for a while and said, "Could it be someone who knew Siegler? Family, friends, colleagues, admirers?"

"No." Mora vetoed, "It is quite dangerous to expose your network so easily. In my opinion, this set of numbers may just happen to be used by Megan Siegler, or more likely There are other information hidden in this group of numbers, what do you think, Sherlock?"

Sherlock got up, put the violin in Mora's hands, took a closer look at the numbers in Watson's hands, then took out his mobile phone and started searching, "14703462251, 7034 can be regarded as March 1970, 3, and 4 is also Think of it as February 6225th, 1962, which is negligible given the first and last 2s. Ah, yes, Megan Siegler completed a film called Fisher on March 5th, 1 The creation of "Kowal Serenade" was "Miluhua" which was later sung by Mog Prince after writing the lyrics."

Watson laughed, "Mi Luhua? What is that? He shouldn't be named after it?"

"Of course,,,,,, no." Sherlock smiled softly, "Who would use such a low-level and meaningless name, if it is true, then his head must be caught by the door." He walked to the wall At the side, his eyes fell on the messy photos on the wall, and he began to think hard.

Mycroft looked at his watch and said to Watson, "Call me if he unlocks it. Goodbye, John, and,,,,,, Miss Molly Amber."

Mycroft's eyes were thoughtful, even with a strange smile, Mora nodded, her scalp was a little numb.

As the sound of Mycroft's footsteps disappeared downstairs, the room fell silent for a moment.Sherlock was concentrating on the puzzle, and Watson started typing on the computer again. Mora suddenly remembered Watson's blog, so she asked, "John, did you write my name into the blog?"

Watson looked up, "No, Sherlock said that he wanted to ask for your opinion, so I just made a draft and haven't published it yet."

"Oh," Mora breathed a sigh of relief, "If you want to write, you can use Dancer instead, as long as my real name doesn't appear."

"Is it really possible?" Watson frowned, and asked with some concern, "Will it have an adverse effect on you?"

"It's okay, you just write it like this, no one knows who Dancer is except you, Sherlock and that person."

With Mora's permission, Watson subconsciously glanced at Sherlock, only to see Sherlock turned his head, glanced at him quickly, and then turned away again.

"Ok."

Watson continued typing on the keyboard, feeling his whole body energized. Every time he typed a word, he felt that he had taken another step towards the battlefield.

The room became quiet again, and Mora imitated Sherlock's movements and plucked the strings, and a mellow note flew out from her fingertips.

This is a very common note. If there is anything special, it is probably lighter than Sherlock's, but it is this small note that makes Sherlock's eyes shine.

"I know!" He yelled, and slapped himself on the forehead suddenly, "It's too stupid, too stupid, this is not a number, it's a roll call, and the numbered notation borrows number symbols."

"Roll-call?" Mo La moved her fingers, plucking the strings according to the corresponding roll-call, and a long string of notes flew out.

"Duo Rui Mi Fa Shuo, Xi Duo corresponds to 1234567, 147 is Duo Fa Xi, 0 can be regarded as a comma, 3462251 is Mifa, Rui Rui Suo Duo, John, quickly check the score of "Miluhua" and find If the corresponding number is correct, this line of lyrics is the message he wants to tell us."

Watson walked to the computer and tapped the keyboard quickly, while Mora was still sitting on the sofa, gently plucking the strings with her fingers, repeating the roll calls.Sherlock sat down beside her and turned to ask, "What do you think he'll use?"

Mo La smiled slightly, "As long as it's not Monkey King or Dongfang Bubai, it will be fine."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Monkey King? That monkey? I think Dongfang Bubai might be better, after all, he is alone."

East is undefeated?

Mora was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing. She smiled and said, "Sherlock, you are so cute."

"Cute?" Sherlock was confused, but seeing Mora's funny face, he knew that Dongfang Bubai was no better than that monkey. He felt that he needed to learn more about Chinese literature. .

"Sherlock, come quickly." Watson yelled while handing the computer to Sherlock, frowning and said, "It's all in French, can you understand it?"

Sherlock stared at the screen and found the lyrics corresponding to the roll call almost at a glance.

"Jesus lavedette del lareine"

Watson asked, "What do you mean?"

Mora's eyes froze, and she said in a deep voice, "I am the stars queen, queen of the stars."