Mary's Nineteenth Century

What reward do you want from Mr. Minton?

Mycroft subconsciously remembered the Holmes bottom-line principle he had pondered the other day.

He didn't think too far ahead, he just planned for a rainy day, but it's impossible to say the specific principles right now.

"As for rewards, I really can't think of anything for a while."

Mycroft tried in the most peaceful tone, "How about you promise me one thing unconditionally in the future?"

Mary almost laughed, "No wonder people say that no business is no crime. Tony, you are really good at mathematics. I promise you one thing, but you don't say anything. If you want to bring up that thing in the future Is it 'Accept your five, six, seven or eight conditions'?"

Doesn't this become infinite dolls, and the rewards become endless.

Mycroft felt very wronged, "Dr. Brown, since you have been Tony's exclusive doctor for several years, you still don't know enough about your patients? I promise you will only make a specific request, and there will be no unlimited requests like you said. The condition of the loop."

"is it?"

Mary looked at Mycroft, and saw that dear Mr. Holmes looked open and composed.

At the moment, she can be sure that this person has already thought of the specific reward content she is looking forward to, but she dare not say it directly now.

What could it be?

Several guesses flashed through Mary's mind, ranging from freshness to indescribable.

However, no matter what kind of speculation, she was willing to believe that Mycroft's request would not be malicious to her.

Seeing that the silence was about to spread, Mycroft still fought hard, "Don't you dare to respond?"

"Please don't use the old-fashioned aggressive method, it doesn't work here."

Although Mary said so, she agreed. "Okay, I will do what I say. This time, as you wish, I can promise you one thing in the future."

No, it takes rigor to do things.

Mycroft corrected the details of the title, "It's not Dr. Brown who promised Patient Tony, but Mr. Minton who promised me, okay?"

"As for that? I'm going to play tricks on this kind of thing?"

Mary told with her eyes that she would not be so cunning.Please open your eyes and look at her. There is one word clearly written all over her body - honesty.To this, who will refute?

"Well, Mr. Minton promised you."

Mary not only gave a verbal assurance, but also stretched out her right hand, hooking Mycroft's little finger with her little finger. "Mature Mr. Holmes, shall we pull the head office?"

Adult men, stable and reliable, who would believe in childish hook oaths?

Mycroft ticked his little finger very solemnly.

Even though both of them were wearing gloves, they couldn't block the wonderful feeling deep in their hearts. It was the first time in their life that they made such an agreement with someone.

The hooked little fingers will eventually be separated, and it is impossible for doctors and patients to go to the headquarters of the worship organization hand in hand.

58 Burgess Road, Southampton.On the face of it, this is a grocery store.

The store is not big, only more than [-] square meters.Most of them are daily necessities, such as washing utensils, cleaning tools, gardening utensils and so on.

Entering the store, there is actually a row of rabbit foot pendants hanging on the latest stock on the right hand side.

This is incompatible with the overall layout of the store, and there are no other small ornaments in the store.One can't help but suspect that the rabbit's feet for sale are the ones lost by Tanner's shopkeeper.

There was only one clerk in his early 50s sitting behind the counter.

When he heard a guest pushing the door, he didn't lift his head, and he didn't mean to solicit business at all.

"Hi, I'm here to join Erjiutou Society."

Mary got straight to the point and slapped the newspaper with the code word on the counter. "8156 is written here. If you are interested, please come to No. 58 Burgess Road for consultation. How do I do it?"

Almost instantly, the originally casual clerk suddenly raised his head and scanned the two people who had just entered the door with his eyes. "Where are you from? Listen to the accent, America?"

Mary knew she was in the right place when she heard the words, "Yes, we came here from New York, hoping to seek help from the mysterious power of the skull."

I mentioned Erjiutou Society first, and I knew more about 8156, and I even mentioned the skull. No matter how I look at it, I can’t find the wrong place.

The clerk took out a bound book from the drawer, "Who is your recommender?"

"Doctor Avatar."

Mycroft said the code name naturally, as if he never doubted the authenticity of the contents of the anonymous letter.

I saw the clerk quickly flipping through the thread-bound book.

Mary and Mycroft stood on one side of the counter, and they could see half of the thread-bound book as far as they could see.

Relevant records do not use normal English descriptions.

Despite the use of 26 English letters, each code name is visibly encrypted.Some are marked, some are not.

The clerk quickly found the Dr. Jekyll page and wrote a "2" on the line.

It can be seen now that the so-called marking refers to the recommendation of several people to join the club, and it is the first time that "Dr. Avatar" has been marked.

The clerk then said blankly, "Password."

"With the mistletoe in my hand, I tried hard to find the exit of darkness, but I couldn't find the way to heaven after all."

Mary said this sentence without haste, and then saw the clerk bowed his head and began to compare.

The clerk looked at it for a full 10 minutes before opening another drawer, taking out a bronze medal, and handwriting another note.

"Every Wednesday or Friday, from 16:00 pm to 20:00 pm, go to this address, and someone will receive you. By the way, leave your name and contact information."

The address on the note is not far from the grocery store, about a 15-minute walk.

While registering in the bound book, Mary observed the content on it, and wrote down every letter she could see.

After finishing all this, the clerk put away the thread-bound book, and looked down to read his own book in a state of ignorance again.

"Excuse me, who are we looking for at that time?"

Mycroft tried to formulate, "What should I call each other?"

The clerk stopped looking up, and threw out some words angrily.

"Today is Wednesday. If you go there, you will know. Don't ask, I don't know anything."

What interesting book is the clerk reading, so impatient to be interrupted?

Mycroft glanced at the content of that page of the magazine, which can be summed up as "Southampton, where is the best place to buy fish at the best price-performance ratio".

Well, it's very down-to-earth food knowledge.

Since you can't get more words from the clerk, you don't need to stay longer to arouse the other party's suspicion. It's better to wait patiently for the arrival of four o'clock in the afternoon and go directly to the Erjiuhui.

After leaving the grocery store, the two first went to the address on the note to step on it.

It is a three-story single-family building with closed doors and locked windows.There are two doors, one front and one rear. The door frame at the back door has many bumps, and there are some dirt residues on the bumps.

"The door frame seemed to have been hit by a sharp object that had dug the soil."

Mycroft saw that the color of the dirt marks was darker, which did not match the brown color of the dirt around the house. "Maybe, we can get some news about this building from the surrounding neighbors."

Gossip may not be accurate, but it also has one or two reference values.

For example, whether people frequently enter and exit the small building, such as when the lights of the small building are concentrated, such as whether there are any strange carriages.

Even if the surrounding residents don't pay special attention, there can always be some bits and pieces of news.

Sure enough, relevant information was obtained after some inquiries.

The small building is lit every night, but few people are seen.According to rumors, this is an office, which is dedicated to the night freight business of overseas trade.

During the questioning, Mary identified one of the people who entered and exited the small building.

Simon King, one of the men in the jacket who went to the pier to make trouble, he sometimes appears at night.Usually, the goods are delivered in a horse-drawn cart.

——Simon King and his accomplices have an inexplicable smell on their bodies.

Several residents who are sensitive to smell described it like this, as if they had rolled in the mud.

In fact, it is the smell of soil that haunts the cemetery all the year round.

From this, it can be reasonably speculated that Erjiu will indeed drill into the cemetery from time to time.The number of heads they collected may far exceed the known situation.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Mary and Mycroft came to the small building with various speculations.

The guard repeatedly confirmed the bronze medal and the note before letting them go.

Entering the small building, at first glance, there is nothing special about the interior decoration.However, with the attendants leading the way ahead, they cannot let go of their hands and feet to investigate carefully for the time being.

Going straight to the third floor, the attendant knocked on the door of the office, and heard a deep man's voice from inside. "Come in."

The door opened and the office was dark.

Outside, the sun is shining brightly.Inside, the curtains are closed.

A large museum shelf was placed on the wall facing the door, and there were 99 skulls in each shelf.

As soon as the door is opened, the 99 skull heads rampage into view.

"Good afternoon, you two can call me Mr. G."

Mr. G was unabashedly observing the two new Americans, Brown and Tony, it is said.

To his satisfaction, the two did not panic when they saw the head on the wall, but showed joyful expressions.

Mary; & Mycroft: It's not all acting.

Seeing the existence of the skull with their own eyes can prove that they really did not find the wrong place.

On the other hand, Mr. G silently applauded in his heart.

I like dead skulls, and this is the basic quality of joining the Erjiuhui.

"sit down."

Mr. G raised his chin slightly and pointed to the chair opposite the desk. "I heard that you were recommended by "Dr. Incarnation", please tell me the details. "

"Oh! That is a mysterious colleague."

Mary started the performance with ease, "I met him in Boston, USA, and I still don't know his true identity."

Brown is the exclusive doctor of the rich businessman Tony, but he treats not ordinary diseases, but mental diseases.

Two years ago, Tony started dreaming on and off after escaping a storm at sea.The people in the dream had never met before, and they were all unfamiliar faces, but after waking up, he could still feel those emotions strongly, and he even remembered the scene in the dream clearly.

"Tony dreamed about his past life, which interfered with his normal life, and he began to turn to me for treatment."

Mary narrated some of the treatment process with eloquence, but unfortunately the results were not satisfactory, and the dreams became more and more frequent.

"On the night of the early spring of this year, I was finally discouraged because of the unfavorable treatment. I went to the cemetery to pay homage to my mentor, hoping to get some kind of guidance from somewhere. I didn't expect to meet Dr. Incarnation in the cemetery by accident."

Mary made up a decent address for the cemetery, and also portrayed an image of Dr. Avatar who couldn't see his face clearly.

"After some conversations, I suddenly became enlightened. Dr. Incarnation instructed me that this kind of treatment is worse than sparse, it is better to completely help Tony remember the past. As for remembering the mysterious power of the skull, we immediately bought tickets and came U.K."

Does it sound ridiculous?

Shipwrecks, dreams, past lives, cemeteries, encounters, and healing.

However, for the head worship organization that believes that the skulls of the dead contain mysterious energy, this kind of bridge between past and present lives is very reasonable.

Mr. G nodded slightly while listening, without doubting the authenticity of this passage.Among them, the most important reason is that "Dr. Avatar" is one of the important members of the association.

Although Dr. Avatar has never participated in the core group's body robbery and murder, he is unique in the study of skull theory and has been recognized by the core members.

This is the first time that Dr. Avatar has never been a recommender before.But allowing him to give the password in coded language, presumably after a lot of deliberation.

"In this way, the two came across the ocean to obtain some kind of skull power."

Mr. G doesn't think it's too utilitarian. The members who join the association all have similar purposes.There is nothing wrong with it, as long as you pay enough money.

However, Mr. G did not make a statement yet, "Mr. Tony, can you tell me about your past life? What is it that bothers you? I can also give you some recommended skulls."

Mycroft heaved a long sigh, his expression gloomy. "I'm not afraid of your jokes, I was a woman in my previous life."

Mr. G's calm expression suddenly cracked.

Good guy!It was the first time he heard a man blew himself up as a woman in his previous life, which was really unexpected.

Mr. G did not ask again, "And then?"

Mycroft, like a man in love, continued, "I first married the man my parents arranged for, but that man died young. After becoming a widow, I met my destined love, M, and I was very eager for us to be together. together."

Is it a bit familiar?

This script refers to Mrs. Roman's American past.

For the next half an hour, in the dim skull office, the color of the air was a bit strange.

Mycroft tells the story of rich businessman Tony's past life love with sincerity.

As Mr. G listened, he felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.

Obviously he didn't eat anything, but why did he feel overwhelmed and overwhelmed by the sweetness in his mouth.

"stop!"

Mr. G finally couldn't help calling a stop. For the first time since interviewing the recruits, he felt unwell. "Skip the process and just say why did you resort to the power of the skull? Why do your dreams bother you?"

Mycroft looked sad, "No matter how good the process was, M's parents objected to him marrying a widow. In my previous life, I tried to elope with her, and then the dream repeated like a strange circle, and I could only see a dazzling bright red."

"What happened?"

Mr. G felt that there must be a tragic ending before he could breathe a sigh of relief, "Did you get hunted down?"

Mycroft did a good job of explaining what it means to shake his head blankly, "I don't know, the dream of the previous life came to an abrupt end. There were some faint voices in the blood red, that's exactly what I want to find out. Yes Now, I never saw M's face clearly, I was eager to know what he looked like."

Mary kept a natural expression the whole time.

Please believe that she wrote not a single word of this script from beginning to end.As far as making up stories, Mycroft was far better than she was at spilling blood.

Mr. G took a deep breath, the feeling of listening to the story is really bad.He was about to say something when the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Won't knock on the door!

He couldn't utter this scolding, and he saw clearly that the person who came was a man with a scar on the corner of his eyebrow.

"G, come out and talk about something."

The man with the scar left the door without saying a word.

Mr. G looked a little upset, but he got up anyway.

Just walked to the door, and specifically told the two people who were sitting, "Don't close the door, I'll be here soon."

How much is soon?

Mycroft watched Mr. G go out, and followed lightly to the door.

Through the crack of the door, the man with the scar and Mr. G could be seen walking towards the other side of the corridor and muttering. Their voices were so low that they could not be heard at all if they were more than ten meters away.

But it overlooked a little.

There is a skill called lip reading.

Mycroft: There's a price to be paid to hear his stories.