Mary's Nineteenth Century

Teacher and student, master and coachman, doctor and patient, hunter and little white rabbit, boss and subordinate in the office, etc., there are too many role relationships that can be played by two people.

Mycroft tried his best to control his brain hole, not letting it run in an uncontrollable direction, and finally managed to maintain a calm look.

He thought for three seconds as if business-like, and said in a serious tone, "In order to reduce the vigilance of the worship organization, I think the combination of a male and a female young couple is the least likely to arouse suspicion.

Bonded by their shared love of skull worship, the couple yearned for a date with a difference, hoping to attend a special event related to the human head. "

Three seconds, more than constructing a simple script.

Mycroft has also thought about the couple's past experiences, but first he has to convince Mr. Minton to play the role of girlfriend. "Mr. Minton, last time you regretted that your addiction to women's clothing was not satisfied, this time it happened to be what you wished for."

Who wants it?

Mary stared at Mycroft meaningfully for a few seconds. Before the silence was about to spread, she smiled and said, "In terms of personal wishes and feelings, thank you very much for thinking about me. I also agree with this suggestion."

but……

Mycroft is sure that there will be a turning point, and it is rare for him to feel sad, why there is a turning point in the world.

Sure enough, Mary said the turning point, "However, I don't think the worship organization will allow women to join the club. You know that the graves are dug, and all male corpses are beheaded without exception. Combined with the current world situation, most clubs Men and women are different."

Reality is merciless.

In London in the 19th century, and throughout Europe, most clubs open to men did not accept women guests, and vice versa.Only those clubs for lovers will allow that girl to join at the same time.I'm afraid there are no women in worship organizations.

Mycroft had to admit that this limitation was his idealistic ignorance of reality.

However, at the moment, he still has to calmly reassure him, "Oh! Mr. Minton, I'm really sorry for you, your addiction to women's costumes will be postponed again."

Dare to tell the truth?

Who is the one who is really lost?

Mary considerately did not expose the truth, and today is also a day that is gentle enough to my dear Mr. Holmes. "It's okay, my patience is good, you can reset your role now."

Mycroft could only settle for the next best thing and chose the doctor-patient relationship.

"Then it's better to be a doctor and a patient from the United States. The doctor deeply believes in the power of the skull, so he brought the patient to Europe, hoping to heal the patient with the help of the mysterious power of the skull. This is also in line with the basic logic."

More than logical, right?

Mary has a good memory and still remembers verbatim what Mycroft said last year when he stopped her from inspecting the kitchen after the bombing in Berlin, Germany.

—— "But you know, I'm an Englishman. This kind of direct hands-on concern, I think, only applies to doctors to patients, between parents and brothers, or..."

This time, I pretended to be a doctor and a patient, so I just checked my body.

"The script you set is good, and it is very suitable for in-depth investigation of such an organization."

Mary spoke highly, and then seemed to choose one or the other in a nonchalant way. "Please allow me to be a doctor."

Why are you a doctor?

Mycroft smiled and asked, "Mr. Minton, don't you think that I, who know more about medicine, are suitable for the role of a doctor?"

"I know and can admit that you have a greater medical knowledge."

Mary didn't want to give up the privilege at her fingertips, "That's why I want to challenge a role I'm not familiar with. 2 minutes ago, you were still sorry for me for not being able to enjoy the drama. Now I have found a new goal, Mr. Holmes , can't you satisfy me?"

As she spoke, Mary raised her head slightly to look at Mycroft.

The sky was filled with fire and clouds, and the two stood facing each other in the alley.

Mary's eyes were full of anticipation, as pious as she could be.It seemed as if Mycroft nodded a little, and the haze that had lingered in London for many years would be lifted in an instant.

"Don't look at it. Look again, I won't be so unsteady in my will."

Mycroft knew very well that he should argue with reason. He was never a person who was easily persuaded, let alone being a doctor to take the initiative.

However, the evening sun is too confusing.

Facing Mr. Minton in the backlight, he blurted out some words subconsciously: "Well, as you wish, you are a doctor."

As soon as Mycroft spoke, his reason quickly returned.

what happened!He actually pampered Mr. Minton because of his expectant eyes?

Mary immediately gave a bright smile. "Thank you! Mr. Holmes, you are indeed the best."

That was quite true, and he treated Mr. Minton very perversely well.

Mycroft restrained himself, and did not easily express his joy.To be a human being, one should let reason occupy the high ground of the brain, instead of letting emotions go on again and again...

Wait!

What is Mr. Minton doing?

The next moment, Mycroft felt his hands touch the collar of his suit.

This gentle stroking action is no longer smoothing the non-existent wrinkles on the collar, but touching the body through the clothes.

The movement of Mary's hands may not have been serious, but her expression could not have been more serious.

"Don't worry, I will definitely play the role of a doctor. When I need to help you check your injuries, I will never be embarrassed to unbutton you. Look, when it comes to acting skills, I must be a professional."

Mycroft: Where is he hurt?The injuries he suffered in the early years have really healed.

Right now, I have to wonder who is really sick?Is Mr. Minton okay with the aftereffects of being buried alive?Amnesia is good, but isn't it caused by its unscrupulous character?

"It's outside!"

Mycroft grabbed those troubled hands, "Mr. Minton, you don't have to get into the drama too quickly."

"Yeah, you're right in reminding me that I need to pay attention to the patient's emotions."

Mary seemed to be obediently accepting it humbly, and she didn't rush to break free from the held hand, but made a swearing promise. "I'll pay attention, next time I'm not outside, at least in the carriage."

No, please don't let him develop strange associations about carriages.

Mycroft's ability to control his thinking has improved to a higher level, and he didn't let it spread randomly, and a sense of crisis emerged spontaneously.

More than a year ago, he faced Mr. Minton's attempt to strip his clothes for inspection, but he was still able to retreat firmly, and retreated from Berlin to London.But is it compromised now?Do you think it's okay to go outside but retreat into the carriage?

No!

Holmes should have at least a bottom line, and cannot retreat again and again.

If this continues, retreat into the room from the outside, and there may be a bed in the room.Oh no, I can't think about it anymore, think about it and he will retreat to the scene under the people in the end.

"What's wrong? Do you have any plot settings to add?"

Mary looked suspiciously at Mycroft whose eyes suddenly changed. Why did he suddenly look so dry?

Did I accidentally overdo it?The reserved Mr. Holmes thinks that the carriage is still outside, so it is necessary to check the injury inside the house?

Mycroft shook his head calmly, "No, there is nothing to add for the time being. It is too early to perfect the background of the characters, but don't forget that we haven't found out where the gate of the worship organization is."

Indeed, to infiltrate an organization, one must at least know where its doors open.

The two quickly crossed the alley to investigate the death scene at the aquarium, but found nothing more.

Those murderers were well-trained, and after dealing with Moulton, they left no clues.In the hotel room where Moulton lived, there was not a single word related to his selling dead bodies.

There is a group of people who know they exist but don't know where they are.

The anatomy of Moulton and the piranha was also not ideal, as no characteristic poison could be detected to indicate where the murderer came from.

It's not that there is nowhere to be found. The black market for selling corpses is the most likely place to come into contact with members of the worship organization.

Maybe with more time, clues can be found, but before that, the beheading death threat of who the next victim will be has quietly arrived.

Morton died for three days.

Searches have never stopped.Although there were no eyewitnesses to prove who he was in contact with, news came back from New York Port, USA.

The whereabouts of the missing rabbit's feet have a little clue.

At the end of May, when the skull exhibits were shipped to the UK, no rabbit-leg suitcases were found in the luggage sent from New York Port to Thames Port, but there was a quarrel at Southampton Port.

According to the recollection of the dock workers, two strong men in black jackets came to the cargo transfer point on May 5 and asked the person in charge if they had made a mistake in consigning the cargo.

The man in the jacket seemed ferocious, as if the person in charge of the transfer was about to beat him up if he said a wrong word.

What exactly was wrong?The Jacket evades, saying only that the valuables they bought from the US turned into a box of rabbit feet.The conflict was about to break out when the box of rabbit feet smashed into the office of the head of the dock.

It doesn't help if the office is smashed.

It was not the port of Southampton that made the mistake. After careful inspection, it was determined that the mistake was made from the port of departure, New York.

Since the rabbit foot was sent to Southampton by mistake, could it be the headquarters of the worship organization?

It is necessary to go to Southampton immediately to check the situation, but there is no guarantee that the other party's suspicious whereabouts will be found immediately in the vast crowd.

Before departure, Mary welcomes an unexpected guest.

Watson came to the door with a letter in hand.

He cut to the chase, saying, "Recently, I was on a rotation in a hospital and this letter was sent to my office by a nurse, but it wasn't addressed to me."

An envelope within an envelope.

The inside envelope, written "From Mr. Mark Minton himself," was a thin letter.

Open it, and there are crooked handwriting.

It seems to be written by a preschool child, but the content is eye-catching.

"Twenty-nine head meeting, hidden in the sound of Southampton's waves.A referrer is required to join the club. The referrer does not need to use his real identity, but a connection password is required.

Recommended by: Dr. Incarnate; Password: Holding a mistletoe, I try to find the exit of darkness, but I can't find the way to heaven after all. 』

The end of the letter is not signed, only a date: June 1873, 6

"Thank you for sending it."

Mary asked Watson calmly, "Do you have any idea about the origin of the letter?"

Watson shook his head, "No. The nurse said that the letter was sent by the chimney child labor who got up early at four or five o'clock in the morning this morning, and pointed out that it should be delivered to me. Mr. Minton, has something happened?"