[Zhongyingmei] Shh, don't spoil it

It was a comparative bar chart, comparing the genes of ordinary humans and the genes of the woman in the coffin in front of me, and the result was amazing—the basic genes were completely identical, but some places were completely different.

But this she can judge - this is a mutant.

She saw the computer monitor next to her, hesitated for a moment, turned it on, and was not surprised to find that it was encrypted.

"Do you think this computer has programs like gene opening?" She said without giving up, "It's encrypted..."

"No, I don't think so," Moriarty said. "It's not necessary for a father to give his precious daughter access to his computer—you didn't bring a codec?" He sounded as though Ryan should It's like having a decoder in your pocket all the time.

Ryan stared at him silently for a while, then turned his head and typed a series of computer commands on the keyboard.

She always felt that Moriarty brought her here was not what he said, and the so-called "take what they need" didn't seem to be what Ryan thought before.He didn't have any definite goals when he came in. He walked around and looked around, and there was nothing to disguise, and he didn't seem to be afraid of what she would see—his purpose was very simple.

Or, it's already done.

"I think I can give full play to my poor computer skills at this time - I haven't decoded manually for a long time." She pretended not to see anything, and muttered: "I only hope that my who doesn't know what the identity is Old father, don't give me such a big problem." Although there is no decoder, she feels that she can still control this kind of antique computer, and there is no national professional anti-intrusion program.

Sure enough, after she hit the last enter key, the computer displayed the desktop of this computer after the progress bar was full.

There are some basic documents and diagrams on it.There are some time numbers on it, and the most recent one is still 15 years ago... Well, the clues are broken again, and all the materials and activities about him disappeared 15 years ago.

But her intuition told her that this corpse should be able to tell her something.

After finding out the trigger mechanism, Sherlock tried his best not to touch it, and used his not-so-bad flexibility to shake off the not-so-strict headgear with difficult movements. He breathed out when he regained his sight, and then Showing a bad-looking villainous smile: "There is no sound of a car, no gagging my mouth - no man's land, or a remote area. Mycroft is not here now - there is no surveillance - Ha, interesting." He obviously wasn't worried at all about his death and the loss of talented people in the area, he was more concerned about what would make his life rich and colorful.

He looked down at the trigger bomb strapped to his waist again, silently thinking why he didn't lie on the sofa and read a copy of "Bomb Disposal Manual" - no, that would be too stupid.Now Mycroft is capitalizing on laughing at him again, taking his little black umbrella, knocking and knocking on the floor of 221 Baker Street, and by the way, using this "kidnapping" incident as an excuse Come and send a few more agents to monitor yourself, and install a few bloody monitors by the way.

The long period of anesthesia left him a bit clouded, and his hands were firmly tied behind the chair, unable to move or read his watch.

But he could still guess how long he was trapped here based on the sense of his muscles and the amount of anesthesia—no more than three hours.

And at this time, based on the word "remote" he got earlier, his memory palace gradually came up with a rough range of where he might be - but this was useless for him to save himself.

So he began to divert his attention and focus on the identity and motives of his kidnappers:

This person didn't want to kill him, and obviously had some other purpose.The man's target was Mycroft - obvious, since he was of course of little value to anyone else.And his 3-pound-a-day darling older brother of the British government with a sweet tooth is the target of many.Ryan Quinn's motives were unknown, he could threaten her by depriving her of the opportunity to see Mycroft, but this time she completely ignored it, she obviously got the information of the person she wanted... Or there are some breakthrough clues.

Sherlock recalled Ryan's attire when he went out again in his mind - she met a man, and the relationship should have been difficult in the past.

boyfriend?

No, it should be the ex-boyfriend.

what!

In connection with the jewel theft.

It was obvious that the man wanted to get something from Ryan Quinn, or to compensate for something.His good brother is involved, and it's clearly not a simple role--Ryan Quinn, the goldfish, knows nothing about it, and is even led by the nose.

Want to use Holmes to drag another Holmes?

Oh, what a...

Mycroft was sitting in a car now, clutching his custom-made M16 black umbrella in his right hand and a document in his left.Above is everything about Ryan Quinn recorded, including in the United States.Obviously, he didn't find it all at once, he had been paying attention to her for a long time.From the time she joined the Quinn family until now...

The university professor named Jim Knight caught his attention, but from the information, there seemed to be no doubts, and the surveillance personnel indicated that this person was attending an academic banquet in Italy recently, at least in the next week just came back.

Sherlock was in no danger, Mycroft was sure of that.

He has already marked out the main suspicious areas in London and surrounding cities and focused on the investigation. I believe that within 30 minutes, Sherlock can be seen sitting in the car clamoring for nicotine patches.

The car stopped in front of a gray building, without any decoration, only a piece of gray cement wrapped on the wall, square in shape, nothing special at all, rather like a special shelter that can be seen everywhere.There were two security guards standing at the door, with expressionless faces and solemn postures. It was obvious from their muscle lines that they had good force values.

They didn't immediately give up the passage when they saw Mycroft, but only after confirming that the certificate was valid.Of course, there are layers of checkpoints inside, from the initial documents to fingerprints, irises... It seems that the most advanced ones are all concentrated here, just to prevent people from intruding.

After passing the last level, Mycroft stopped in front of a large iron gate underground.

On the opposite side was a huge glass room, and a man was sitting on a white bed reading a book with his back to him.After hearing the sound of the iron door opening, he turned his head and saw the person coming in, and chuckled, "You have gained a lot, Mike." He put the book on the bed naturally, and said, "You have also become mature." Quite a few, what is your position now?" There was a smile in his gray eyes, like an ordinary person greeting his neighbor cordially.But Mycroft on the opposite side didn't think that was really the case.

"Still in the last position." He said politely, stepped out of the threshold and walked to a place not far from the glass, with the tip of the umbrella touching the ground, and his hands resting on the handle, as if he was going to talk here for a long time .

The author has something to say:

Put a chapter first, I don't know how much I can write.

A little angel said that the world is too much and a bit chaotic, yes I think so too.This article is actually completely my test of the waters, I guess I will learn a lesson from the next article...

Sippy has been set to be the professor.happy?Cheers!

Thank you little angel~ Bixin

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