[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

"I don't understand, Sherlock." Dr. Watson said as he patted himself with aftershave, looking at Sherlock who was wearing a tie in front of the mirror.

"Is there anything else I need to explain to you?"

"Even if she's a secret agent, you don't have to meet her, do you? And wear a tie, I thought you hated wearing a tie."

"Her? Who do you think I'm going to see? And I don't hate ties. I've had bow ties and pocket squares all my public school days."

"Mary Morstan, of course she. Could it be someone else?"

"It was someone else," Sherlock said, putting away his pocket square. "Do you need my help?"

"Okay, I think my suit is a little small."

"Of course you gained three pounds while I was gone because you didn't have to run after me?"

"Obviously, as well, my three meals a day are much more normal."

"I think with your urging, my daily life is normal enough." Sherlock said, strangling his tie hard like venting his anger.

Dr. Watson stuck out his tongue as if he was really strangled, and said, "Be careful with my tie."

"Let's go," Sherlock said.

After getting into the taxi, Sherlock finally explained to Dr. Watson why he attended the wedding: "Come and see this invitation, John. What do you see?"

Dr. Watson looked at it for a while, and said: "Its handwriting is not very neat. Some words are crowded together, but some are very sparse."

"anything else?"

Dr. Watson, like Sherlock, put the invitation up to his nose and sniffed it, trying to draw some conclusions, and said: "It's nothing, the perfume is very weak, but you can smell it, it's written by a woman, she wrote When it was time, the perfume was stained on it."

"Excellent! John, you surprised me." Sherlock said, took the invitation, and said, "But unfortunately, you still missed most of the points."

"So, tell me." Dr. Watson said angrily.

"It's my pleasure to satisfy you." Sherlock said with a little smile, "You just said that the handwriting is very irregular, some words are arranged tightly, and some are very sparse, that's because this invitation was written by two people. Personally done, one person writes most of the words first, the other fills in the gaps, but not all the gaps are left wide enough. You look at the letters again, this 'e' is written like a greek letter 'ε', the 'e' is written like an 'e'. If a handwriting expert, he can see more information here. But we can also see from here that the two young ladies have completed this letter."

"Two young ladies?"

"It's so obvious."

"It's not obvious to me."

"Okay." Sherlock said with a little helplessness; "Two different perfumes, I once wrote a paper on distinguishing different perfumes, you can find it."

"Well," said Dr. Watson; "so a friend of Mary Morstan's wants to see you, so why come to see you in such a roundabout way?"

"Of course it's because it's inconvenient for her to go directly to Baker Street." Sherlock said, "Since your blog became famous, our downstairs has been full of paparazzi, and I can hardly guarantee the privacy of my clients. Sooner or later I'll send Mycroft out."

When Dr. Watson heard this, he felt a little guilty, but soon he thought, I feel guilty, because of my blog, his business is booming.

When he went to the wedding scene, Dr. Watson only had time to say to Sherlock: "Keep smiling." He was dragged away by his colleagues in the hospital.

Sherlock looked at the bustling and almost chaotic scene, frowned, quietly moved to the side of the bride, and said, "I should say congratulations to you. But I want to ask, can you introduce me to the woman who is waiting for me?" lady?"

Ms. Mary looked up at Sherlock in horror and said, "How do you know?"

"Don't take me for a fool, your invitation says it all."

"Agatha insisted on doing it, but I never thought it would work."

"Oh, you're mistaken. Agatha? Her first name is Agatha. What's her last name?"

"Agatha Nolan."

Sherlock said, "I want to see her, now."

Ms. Mary poured him a glass of wine and said, "Are you so unwilling to attend my wedding? Mr. Holmes, we had a good conversation that day."

"No, Miss Morstan, or Mrs. Barton? I'm here on business."

"That's a pity. I like you, Mr. Holmes. I like talking to you. You always inspire me a lot."

"Thank you for the compliment." After Sherlock finished speaking, he shouted; "John!"

Ms. Mary saw Dr. Watson approaching Sherlock with a smile and said, "You are so sweet."

Dr. Watson, who came to the front, heard this sentence, his cheeks were a little red, and he nodded and said, "Thank you."

"Come with me, gentlemen," said Lady Mary, leading the way.

She led them up to the room at the end of the second floor of the hotel. Sherlock looked up at the surveillance camera opposite and said, "The room facing the surveillance? Is she in danger?"

"Yes, it is very dangerous. Please, sir." Mary said, looking around before opening the door to let them in.

As soon as they entered, they felt that their eyes were dark. Although it was still daytime, the lights in the room were not turned on, and the curtains, including the blinds, were pulled down.In the darkness, there was a figure sitting on a chair, facing them.

Ms. Mary walked over and turned on a desk lamp lightly. In the dim light of the optical fiber, they saw a handsome lady.

Sherlock spoke first: "Miss Nolan, what is your relationship with Alfred Lewis? His widow or his former girlfriend?"

The lady turned pale when she heard this, and said in surprise, "How do you know?"

Dr. Watson looked at Sherlock in surprise when he heard this.Sherlock said with a smile: "I found a photo from Alfred Lewis's belongings, and the lady in the photo is right in front of me."

"So, sir, you scared me." Miss Agatha exhaled a long breath, and then said with a serious face: "Alfred is my closest person, I was his His girlfriend will also be his widow."

Upon hearing this, Dr. Watson exclaimed inexplicably, "It's so touching, ma'am! How lucky he is!"

Sherlock looked at Watson, nodded, and said, "Can we continue?"

"Okay, sir. I, Sylvester, and Mary came from the United States to England on a mission. Alfred Louis' real name..."

"It's Sylvester? I probably understand what's going on."

"Then you tell me, sir."

At this time, Ms. Mary said: "I have to leave, a wedding cannot be without a bride for too long." Then she leaned down and kissed Miss Agatha on the forehead, and Agatha held her hand and said: "Thank you so much You're sorry, Mary, I shouldn't have interrupted your wedding, I'm sorry."

"Don't be silly, my good girl, we are comrades in arms, before and now." Ms. Mary said, shaking her back vigorously, and then left.

"Okay, let's continue." Sherlock said, "You are agents from the United States, and you came to the UK because of a mission..."

"How do you know we're agents?"

"It doesn't matter, I just know it anyway. This task, I think it has something to do with Charles Hamilton Magnuson, the boss of the Appledore Newspaper. Surveillance and even threats? I think it should be more surveillance."

"Yes, we watched him."

"I occasionally learned that Magnuson is an expert in blackmail. I think he must have a lot of secrets in his hands, but a secret that moves a country? This is really a big surprise."

Miss Agatha said a little excitedly: "He can be another Julian Assange, but his character is more despicable than Julian Assange."

"That's surprising!" Sherlock said, raising an eyebrow, "Go on."

"Searle, he changed his name, faked his resume and got in there. Mary and I were his cover. I tried to go and apply for Magnuson's secretary, or approach his personal secretary, but it didn't work yet, One thing happened."

"what?"

"I don't know which scum at the top leaked this thing, Magnuson knew this, and probably resorted to some nasty means to force that scum to delete everything about us, we are forgotten in England , except for a false identity."

"Does he know your names or pictures?"

"I don't think he knows. Our direct supervisor told us that he had tried his best to delete all our image data as soon as possible. He said that at least we can live in the UK." Miss Agatha said here, His voice was choked up, his eye circles were reddish, and he took out a photo from the secret pocket on his chest tremblingly, "This is the last memorial, you can take a look."

Sherlock took it over and looked at it with Watson. There were three people on it, Alfred Lewis, Mary Morstan, and Miss Agatha. They were wearing camouflage uniforms, carrying machine guns, standing in front of the camera and smiling like they were that day. as bright as the sun.

"It's a pity, ma'am." Sherlock said deliberately, handing the photo back and saying, "But I think you'd better dispose of it, for your own safety."

"I know, but I can't bear it," Agatha said.

Sherlock nodded, and then asked: "So what are you going to do? I think you know the cause of Alfred Lewis' death. Do you want to avenge a monkey?"

"No, sir. I just wish to fulfill his last wish."

"How to do it?"

"Go home like a hero, not flee back in shame."

"Appreciate further details."

"Destroy Appledoe, destroy another WikiLeaks."

"Interesting, interesting. You want me to assist you?"

"Yes, sir, I need your help." Miss Agatha said resolutely.