Silent guardian

Mora is conniving with Shylock, just like a loving mother treats a naughty child, no matter how he messes around, it can't change the fact that he is her child.

Perhaps everyone who falls in love will indulge each other unconditionally in this way. Even if they are hurt or angry, they just can't let go.

After Watson left, Mora didn't enter the room again, and sat quietly on the sofa where Sherlock used to sit all night.

Turning pale, she went into the kitchen, cooked something to eat, took the packed clothes and computer and went downstairs to knock on Mrs. Hudson's door.

"Mrs. Hudson, I'm going."

"You want to leave?" Mrs. Hudson in pajamas opened the door and looked at Mo La in surprise, "Why, you are leaving suddenly? Is it not good to live here?"

"Very good." Mora showed a warm smile, "I am very grateful for your care for me these days, but I have found a new house and job, and it is time for me to return to my own life."

"Oh, what a pity." Mrs. Hudson hugged Moura and said with regret, "Sherlock went out again last night, and he was in a hurry. Maybe you can wait for him to come back to see you off."

As soon as she heard Sherlock, Mora's eyes dimmed, but she immediately laughed again, "No, I can do it by myself, I'm sorry to bother you during this time."

The moment Mo La stepped out of the room, she felt that everything was in a trance, but it was only a week, but it seemed like a warm dream.

Mrs. Hudson stood behind her, speaking softly, but she was still thinking about the person who sent her here in the first place.

Now, wake up from the dream, it's time to leave.

Because there were not many salutes, Mora didn't plan to take a car, and walked silently on the street in the early morning alone, the suitcase made a gurgling sound, and tracks crossed her heart at the same time.

"Di!"

A Rolls Royce was parked beside Mora, and through the window, Mycroft was smiling reservedly.

"What a coincidence, Miss Jasmine Amber."

Mo La didn't speak, and handed the suitcase in her hand to the driver, then opened the door and sat in.

The car is spacious enough for a small meeting.

Mycroft was leaning back on the sofa, holding a glazed cane in his hand, his hair was pressed against his forehead, and his whole body was meticulous, as if he was about to go to a palace feast.

"Why don't you see my cute little brother? It's not a gentleman's behavior to let a thin girl go out alone with a suitcase in such a cold morning."

"I thought you would ask me where I was going?" Mora paused, "He was not a gentleman in the first place."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, "That's right, this, I admit, after all, in his eyes, women are only emotional creatures who can only cry and cry. Since he was sensible, there has never been a woman around him, even if there are occasional adventures. Those who appeared were instantly obliterated by the venom he sprayed."

He didn't answer the first question, and the topic fell directly on Sherlock, and it was obvious that he really wanted her to talk about his younger brother.

"Very good, it fits his personality very well." Following his topic, Mora couldn't help but mourn for those adventurers, "I guess he never wants to see pink again in his life, pink envelope, pink lips, pink skirt And everything that reminds him of those pink episodes."

"Your worry is unfounded." Mycroft said meaningfully, "These things will not be stored in his memory palace at all."

"Memory Palace?" A palace in memory?

"Thinking space. Just like the hard disk of a computer, it will clean up useless things at an appropriate time, and those memories are the objects to be cleaned up."

This is a very correct sentence, from a rational point of view.

Emotions will affect people's thinking, disturb the judgment of normal thinking, and change the direction of the entire situation at many critical moments. The most classic is the Hongmen Banquet.

"Yeah, useless things, feelings, emotions, sensibility, everything that has nothing to do with reason."

One day in the future, Mycroft said to Sherlock: Love is useless, leaving only a broken heart.

It is not difficult to see that McCoff's principle of being a man above all reason, so he became a politician, they can always calculate their own interest equation in the first time, and then choose the best one to practice.

After a long silence, Mycroft suddenly said, "You are an exception."

"what?"

"He didn't delete you from the hard drive, but he also integrated your data and separated it from those sanity."

Mo La turned her head from the window and asked, "You know?"

"Of course." Mycroft smiled smugly and reservedly, "He is my younger brother, and everything about him is under my control, although he will be very unhappy to say so."

"You have a desire for control, just like you like to manipulate power, and you always think that it is safe to control it in your hands. But you forget that no matter how big your hand is, it can't cover the world. Otherwise, how could Chinatown appear? That scene?"

It wasn't that she was going to hurt Mycroft on purpose, but his smile made her feel very dazzling.She couldn't forget, couldn't forget the danger that Sherlock encountered that day.

"It was my negligence that time. To express my gratitude, I kept silent." Mycroft's eyes suddenly became dark, like a black muzzle, aiming at Mora accurately, "The marksmanship is accurate, Severe injury to the right shoulder, incapacitating without bleeding to death."

Nothing is a secret, and for Mycroft, there is always a way to know everything he wants to know.

"Jasmine? Mora?" Mycroft thought deeply, "Where did I miss it? How could a person change so much in a short period of time? Probably only my innocent little brother would believe in some kind of soul possession. Body nonsense."

Mora wasn't surprised at Mycroft's sudden attack.

Who is Mycroft Holmes?

Typical British gentleman?A good brother who is sad and troublesome for the younger brother?

I am afraid that he is still a politician who is good at weighing the pros and cons.

If he was not fully sure, how could he let Mora approach Sherlock? When Watson first appeared next to Sherlock, he was "invited" by him for a meeting. Although Mora did not have this "honour", it does not mean that He knew nothing about this woman who suddenly approached his younger brother.

Of course Mora understood what he meant, "Are you trying to say multiple personalities?"

"But even with multiple personalities, such skills cannot be developed overnight." Mycroft overturned his conjecture.

"So apart from this statement, you don't have any other more powerful arguments, Mr. Holmes." Mora's expression became indifferent, "Not everything in this world can be explained by science, just like me, like Sherlock, just like you."

Science can explain all laws, but laws also need a basis. If there is no basis, it will be like a cloud in the sky, which will disperse without the wind blowing.

"Well,,,,,," Mycroft pondered for a moment, his expression dark and unclear, "It seems that you are not bad now, my stubborn little brother has finally become a little human, at least he knows how to compromise."

"Compromise?" Maura knew he was talking about James' coercion of her. "No, he won't. He did it because he knew I would understand him."

"You know?" Mycroft was a little surprised.

"You are not the only ones in this world who can tap phones."

McCoff's tone became severe and aggressive, "This violates Article 310 and Article [-] of the Criminal Law. I can arrest you for the crime of violating personal privacy and endangering national security."

"Knowledge and non-reporting are not cover-ups." Mo La stared at Mycroft, her smile deepening, "Even if this is the case, do you think I care? We are all the same, my dear Mycroft, my weakness is exposed In front of your eyes, I don't mind letting you see it."

In fact, you have seen it a long time ago, but you have some scruples, otherwise why have you not taken any action for so long?Mingming knew early on that she had a connection with James.

If Mycroft is a cunning fox, then Sherlock is his tail.

"Should I be lucky?" Mycroft chuckled, his eyes deepened, "You're not on the opposite side of me."

"Of course." Mora nodded honestly, "Because we are allies."

Because of Sherlock, we must be allies.