Mary's Nineteenth Century

Don't talk nonsense.

Mr. Minton, you can't rely on your attractiveness to make up people looking at you in a daze.

Mycroft quickly came back to his senses, and his mind raced to find a good excuse for his mind-wandering just now. "Sorry, I was thinking about a little problem."

"Oh, think about it."

Mary seemed to believe it, and they all said that when humans think, God laughs. "It must be very important to make you think, Mr. Holmes."

In fact, it's just a very small question. Did you buy too many tickets for "The Art of the Skull"?

Unexpectedly, Mycroft admitted it of course.

"Mr. Minton, you are right. Since you think I am important to you, when I think about you, I naturally think about important things. Don't you?"

Whoops!Actually asked back.

Mary looked at Mycroft with interest, "Mr. Holmes, sometimes, I appreciate your straightforwardness."

Is this really a compliment?

Mycroft's expression was calm for a moment.

He was quite self-aware, and if he could be described as blunt, there would be no prudent man in London.

Mary didn't continue teasing, but she couldn't make people blow up.

"Let me guess, are you thinking about the 'Art of the Skeleton' exhibit?You must have heard that there is a cannibal drama in it, and you think that I am concerned about it, so I am here to tell you about it.I know, you are always so gentle and caring. "

Mycroft: The right adjective this time.In this case, he didn't deliberately deny that he guessed wrong.

"It's not just to tell. The owner Tanner came to the club in the afternoon, and I bought two sets of tickets by the way."

Fortunately Mycroft had not forgotten the original purpose of his visit tonight.

"If you have time, you might as well go together. Just now I was just wondering if you flipped through the advertising magazine, does that mean you have already bought tickets. In that case, I might not have to do anything."

"No, no, no, how could you do so. Of course I would like to visit the exhibition with you."

Mary accepted the ticket with a smile, "After dinner, I just found the advertisement for the special exhibition. You will come to invite me in less than an hour."

Speaking of this, Mary lowered her voice mysteriously, "It's so coincidental that I suspect that you have secretly mastered the skill of telepathy. Mr. Holmes, if you really have learned something, can you pass on the secret to me? ?”

Mycroft didn't think he could see Mr. Thurton, otherwise his heart would fluctuate accordingly.

Originally wanted to honestly give a negative answer, but when he reached the point of his mouth, he met those smiling eyes.

The next moment, Mycroft uncharacteristically did not answer, and he suddenly stretched out his right hand.

Mary was caught off guard, and her index finger was touched lightly.

Between the lightning and the flint, the air was suddenly quiet.

The fingertips of the two touched each other, as if they could clearly sense each other's body temperature, but soon they were separated.

Mycroft then said solemnly: "Referring to Michelangelo's "Genesis", God stretched out his finger and touched Adam's index finger, and he could transmit the power of the soul as if electrified. I tried to imitate this way of teaching, and hoped to let Mr. Minton, who I taught the secret technique, how do you feel now?"

Mary lightly rubbed her fingertips, this was really unexpected, Mycroft's mobility is good!

But she shook her head regretfully, "Sorry, my comprehension ability is not high enough, and I have nothing to gain. Otherwise..."

or what?

Mycroft waited for the next one. Would Mr. Minton ask for an extension of the delivery time?So will he do what he wants?Or more restrained?

"Or, Mr. Holmes, please improve your secret skills."

Mary seemed to suggest sincerely, "Only the more proficient the teacher masters the secret skills, can he teach the students through sensing in an instant. If you work hard, I won't have to rack my brains to understand anything."

Listen, such a confident tone.

Mycroft couldn't help feeling amused, "Mr. Minton, your logic must be full marks."

"Yes. The teachers who taught me also praised me for respecting teachers."

Mary didn't feel guilty about lying at all, and seemed to have forgotten the professors at C University in New York.When she decided to graduate early and no longer engage in theoretical research in mathematics, the days when the blood pressure of all the professors soared were gone.

What else can be done about this ridiculous statement?

Mycroft found that his temper was getting better and better, and he could maintain a perfectly standard polite smile.

At this moment, he didn't even have time to marvel at Mr. Minton's sharp knuckles. At first glance, he really didn't look like a pair of hands that were good at shooting.

Mary smiled back, and she had turned the conversation to the special tour.

"The ticket for June [-]nd is next Sunday. The first stop of "The Art of Skeleton" is not London. Those skeletons are said to be collected from America.In the first half of the year, a tour was held in several cities in the United States, but there was no news. "

In other words, the tour organizer has rich experience and should not make any mistakes.

No news, which means rehearsals like "A Day in the Jungle Native" don't have any jaw-dropping plots.Even if the slogan contains a cannibal plot, there should not be much horror and extreme content.

Of course, whether suspicious clues can be found in the skeleton tour can only be determined by going to see it.

"Maybe, next Sunday we can get to the Westminster Aquarium early."

Mary suggested, "I wonder if you've been to an aquarium before? I haven't been. In addition to the skeleton tour, you might as well enjoy the regular fish exhibition at the aquarium next Sunday."

A few years ago, Mycroft visited the aquarium when he first arrived in London.Later, I went there with my curious younger brother, but the live fish exhibition area has been boring for several years.

Although Mycroft wished he could spend more time with Mr. Minton, he was honest.

"If you are eager to see the underwater world depicted in books, Westminster Aquarium will only be a disappointing choice. Due to the limitation of equipment technology, it is impossible to restore the rich and colorful underwater world. Many ocean fish species, only corpse specimens."

"The specimen is also good."

Mary was mentally prepared for the fish farming equipment of this era.She suggested going to the aquarium earlier, not just to see the fish, but more importantly, the people who watched the fish together.

"If you want to get close to fish schools, snorkeling would be a better choice than an aquarium. Mr. Holmes, can you swim? Are you interested in diving?"

Mycroft instantly thought of the Diamond cruise ship, where Mrs. Roman and Mr. Minton first met.

A strange death at sea caused Mr. Minton to dive into the sea to check the bottom of the ship in the torrential rain, but he was unimpeded and very skillful.

Mary continued, "This year, someone in England invented a closed-circuit diving breathing system, which has greatly improved the diving depth. If you are interested in the underwater world, when you have free time in the future, we will find a suitable shallow sea, I can teach you one-on-one."

"Since it's still early until we're all free to go on vacation at sea, you'll have plenty of time to think about my proposal."

Mary blinked at this point. "However, let me state in advance that I don't have the magical power to enlighten people by touching the middle fingertips. It's not like the high-end magic you are trying to master. I will only teach you by hand. Maybe I can give you a surprise in the process. Regarding this, you how about?"

"What else can I think? It's teasing, it's all good things that you have finished."

Mycroft could swim, otherwise it would have been impossible to save a life from Mrs. Roman's attack.

Originally, he had no obsession with the underwater world, so naturally he didn't learn diving, but now he has to face the temptation of a famous teacher to teach him personally, and Mr. Minton even said that there will be an extra surprise. What could it be?

May I ask, would a Sherlock Holmes be so easily seduced?

There will always be answers in the future.

Just around the corner is the hard-to-find skeleton exhibit.

At dusk, the Thames shimmers.

The dock workers have no time to marvel at the infinite beauty of the sunset. They are working overtime to disassemble a batch of special cargo.

"Handle gently! Be gentle!"

The person in charge of the delivery yelled, "How do you carry your wives and children, and I will move this batch of goods for you!"

The dock workers were sweating profusely, even if they didn't explicitly refute the need for special treatment but not more money, they all murmured in low voices.

"What the hell is it installed, so demanding?"

"Is it a fragile antique from the East?"

"The ship Jello didn't come from the east, it came from New York Harbor, USA."

"I heard that there was an exhibition of dead people's bones recently. Could it be that we are carrying that unlucky thing?"

While speaking, the workers kept moving their hands, and the transportation continued in an orderly manner.

One after another wooden box.

Then, a tin suitcase appeared on the shelf of the ship.

"Oh! Be more careful with that one, it contains..."

The person in charge checked the shipping manifest, and the remark column of the iron suitcase was "semi-finished product-corpse-mouth".

Hell, the last word was blurred by water.

"It's really long-winded. I unload the goods every day, and I can still break the box with slippery hands."

Howson, the dock worker, impatiently picked out his ears, and picked up the tin suitcase.

I thought it would not be heavier than a larger wooden box, but whoever thought of this mentioned it, his hands suddenly sank, and he staggered forward a few steps before he could stand still.

The corner of the box hit the bow of the boat.

This time, due to inertia, even the person and the box fell into the water.

"God! I told you to be careful."

The person in charge didn't get angry, and hurried to the water's edge, "Quick, go get it! Don't let the box sink."

As for the people who fell into the water together?

The person in charge seemed very relieved of the water quality of the dock workers, but someone suddenly yelled.

"Blood! Is there blood!"

I saw Howson, the dock worker, grabbed the box, but a touch of red floated on the gray-blue water.

Just when the workers thought that Howson was injured, Howson had already landed safely.It was the tin box in his hand that leaked red liquid.

"Okay, I was surprised."

The person in charge pushed aside the crowd, grabbed a piece of sackcloth and covered the iron box. "It's just that the dye has been overturned. Is it worth your fuss? Keep moving."

dye?

Howson's lips moved slightly, and he smelled it. It wasn't red dye oozing out of the suitcase, but a smell of blood.But it is rare for a man to be confused. He didn't say anything and didn't ask any more questions.

A shipment of goods was quickly unloaded.

A horse-drawn carriage transported a pile of boxes to the Westminster Aquarium for the forthcoming "Art of the Skeleton" exhibit.

"Where's my rabbit?"

The owner of Tanner came to accept the goods as one of the organizers, and he specially added a souvenir to the London tour.

Each visitor can choose to buy a rabbit's left foot when entering or leaving, which is said to bring good luck to people.

Tanner's owner admits that he is a bit superstitious, and the slogan is that if you buy rabbit feet, you are not afraid of being haunted by the ghosts of skeletons.

For this reason, he ordered a batch of semi-finished rabbit left feet to be transported from the United States to London along with the skeleton, and also bless the safety of maritime shipping by the way, and the rabbit foot lucky pendant will complete the final processing this week.

However, there is no rabbit in the last suitcase at this moment.

The smell of blood came to the face, it didn't belong to the rabbit, but it came from the half-rotten half-ossified corpse of the man in the box.

vomit--

Several people present almost vomited.

The shopkeeper Tanner roared even more, "It's not a skeleton exhibition, why are there still half-finished human corpses! Mr. Moulton, what are you doing!"

Moulton, who is in charge of the tour in London, is also at a loss.

I have never heard of an unfinished carcass being transported to London, and there is no such item on the cargo list.

However, more is worse than less.

Moulton smiled and played haha ​​and perfunctory, "I'm sorry, it was an operation error on our side, and the corpse should be packed more tightly. Will there be a stage play later? This should be a prop. Your lucky rabbit foot, very It may be that the New York side missed the release. Why don’t you buy a new batch now, and I will subsidize the difference.”

Tanner snorted angrily.Time was running out, so he didn't break up with Moulton first, and then calculated the losses inside.

A thought flashed away.The absence of the lucky rabbit's foot, could it be a bad omen?No, it won't be true. A human being cannot be superstitious.

**

Soon, in the blink of an eye, June [-]nd arrived.

On Sunday, the opening day of "The Art of the Skeleton" in London, there was an endless stream of visitors to the Westminster Aquarium.

Mary and Mycroft also started from Pall Mall.

In the carriage, the two couldn't say whether they hoped that the trip would be safe and sound.A rare outing together should go well, but nothing happens means no clues.

In the aquarium, the souvenir shelves are full of rabbit foot pendants.A slogan banner was pulled above it: "Lucky Rabbit's Foot, bless you to stay away from all evil spirits."

Not to mention, many of the tourists who came today are queuing up to buy.

Mycroft glanced at the long line, then at those around him.He didn't believe in the protective power of the rabbit's foot, but if Mr. Minton wanted it.

Mary also saw the rabbit's foot, and met Mycroft's questioning eyes.

"No need. I feel that Mr. Holmes's strength reassures me more than that of a rabbit's foot."

"Very well, we agree."

As Mycroft said, he felt that Mr. Minton looked at him a little strangely.

At this moment, Mary knew that she was inappropriate to start the association. "Rabbit + Mr. Holmes is a peculiar combination. If Mycroft wears rabbit ears, the appearance must have a special charm."

"Mr. Minton, are you all right?"

Mycroft faintly had a bad premonition.

As soon as the words fell, he thought of something.Has Mr. Minton picked up his furry hobby after wanting to rip his clothes off once to examine his wounds?

Dare to think!But back and forth, shouldn't it be Mr. Minton who wears bunny ears?