Mary's Nineteenth Century

The smelly garbage transfer station kept the two Holmes busy for more than four hours.

It was not without success that I found a large bag of waste from the "Dahlia Hostel" from a room of garbage.

As the hostel staff described, most of the rubbish in Kimberley's rooms was newspapers.This pile of newspapers was used to place the dining table, with ketchup, bread crumbs, butter and other mixtures on it, and some were used to wipe the table wet with beer, sticking to the smell of alcohol.

At 08:30 at night, I was finally able to leave the stench.

Mycroft took the initiative to bring a large bag of garbage back to Pall Mall Street. At present, he only found the domestic waste of several people in Kimberley, and it needs to be analyzed to trace its whereabouts.

He still has some brotherly love and cares about his younger brother.Although it was said in the morning that they would have dinner together, it would be past the normal dinner time, and more important than eating, they needed to shower immediately.

"Sherlock, you are tired too, do you want to go back to Montague Street first?"

Mycroft suggested, "After that, you don't have to bother to analyze this bag of garbage. Or you are still very eager for my family's dinner, even if it is a little late, but insist on having dinner with me tonight."

"Of course not, I'll just go back."

Sherlock quickly denied it. He smelled the rancid smell in the garbage station for four hours. Although it was not disgusting, he really didn't have much appetite.

"Dear brother, I have a little advice for you. Actually, I don't like garbage dumps that much. You can find some other detective practice projects for me in the future."

Mycroft just smiled, "In your line of work, can you still choose the crime scene and where the clues are kept? Don't talk about unrealistic things, the one who can pick and choose is not the detective but the criminal leader."

Sherlock smirked.

Intellectually, he is very clear, but sometimes he can be a little emotional.

The two quickly went home without chatting with their stinking clothes on.

The clothes on his body need a strong cleaning agent, so that people can't see what kind of difficult encounter it has had with its owner today.

21:42, this is not normal dinner time.

Mycroft washed himself from hair to toe at last.

Coming out of the bathroom, the ends of my hair are still damp.Because of the growling sound in my stomach, I went straight to the restaurant without drying my hair thoroughly, and saw Mary coming.

"I made strawberry cake to reward you for a hard day."

Mary came to the door with a freshly baked confection.She arrived home two hours ago, and received a message from Mycroft in the afternoon, "I have something to do, don't wait for him to have dinner."

"I heard from your servant that you brought back a bag of rubbish tonight, thank you for your hard work. Presumably Mr. Holmes also worked hard tonight. I think it's better to send some fruit to Montague Street?"

As soon as Mary entered the gate on the first floor, she smelled a mixed odor at the door of the utility room. After asking the servants, she knew that Mycroft came back late with a bag of garbage.

Needless to say, Mycroft must have discovered the whereabouts of the "King of Cubes", but he was too late and could only trace it from the garbage.It took a lot of energy to find this bag of garbage, so I postponed the meal time. In all likelihood, I went to the garbage station to search, so I would find a helper to go with me.

In just a few seconds, Mary guessed what happened today.He even guessed that Sherlock was entrusted with important tasks by his brother, while he was selectively forgotten by Mycroft.

Or it should be said that this is special care, and she was not asked to go to a dirty and smelly place together. For this kindness, you might as well make a sweet to express your gratitude.At the same time, he also took care of Sherlock, who was devastated by the smell, and sent some fruits to others.

"It would be nice to send him some fruit."

As Mycroft spoke, he opened the cake box on the table.

The sweet scent coming from his nostrils made him feel good, and this cake was made by Mary herself, which made his pleasure value soar.

If you are in a good mood, you are naturally willing to take care of your silly brother.But sweets are impossible to separate, so just send something else.

He opened the cabinet next to the dining table and took out a box of brand new and unopened tobacco leaves from it.Randomly wrote a note "Attention! Too much smoking is harmful to your health" and pasted it on the cigarette pack.

"I add a box of tobacco leaves, which is Sherlock's hard work today."

As he spoke, Mycroft, seemingly casually, called for a servant to take the cigarette case to Montague Street.

This kind of attitude seemed to be a casual addition, and he never paid much attention to Sherlock.I don't want to mention that it is a limited amount of tobacco leaves that I have spent a lot of time finding. My silly brother likes to smoke this stuff.

"Pretend it, you just pretend."

Mary didn't reveal that Mycroft actually cared about Sherlock, so she let him maintain some brother's seriousness.

"Then enjoy your dinner here slowly. I'll go to the utility room downstairs first to check if there are any clear clues in that bag of trash."

"My dear Mary, I don't think there is any need to seize this short half hour."

Mycroft stopped Mary, "Why don't you stay for a drink? We'll go check it out later."

Mary smiled, seeing Mycroft in house clothes for the first time.This person is a little softer than usual, and right now he wants to feel some daily warmth.

"Okay, I'll stay. You must have lost your appetite after rolling in the garbage dump. I know that you need me sitting next to you to restore your appetite."

Mycroft saw Mary Yanyan laughing at Yanyan, and he also laughed.

"Your words make sense most of the time. You are here, enough to dispel my fatigue for a day. As long as we are closer, then I will only be filled with the purest joy and comfort."

No, it's really not.

Mary thinks she doesn't have such an effect, and can only say that people in love will have silly illusions.She still ordered a glass of orange juice in a good mood, and began to eat and drink with her conscientiously.

The two of them didn't talk much, and Mycroft ate slowly.

Mary looked at it softly, and then inevitably began to diverge her thoughts.

Seeing Mycroft's half-dried hair, it's a pity that there is no hair dryer now, so it can only be dried naturally by a brazier or fireplace, otherwise she can help dry it.

It would be fun to think about playing with Mycroft's hair.

A common British problem comes to mind from hair, and my dear Mr. Holmes found a common problem of British men-baldness crisis on his head. I don’t know if there will be one in the future?Do you want to pay attention to anti-baldness hair growth shampoo?

Suddenly, I felt that I had to work harder to get Dr. Jekyll back.

A strange doctor who can research the transformation potion must be very good at preventing hair loss.

Thinking a little too far.

Mary tried to pull back and diverge her thinking. Now she lacks hardware equipment and can't help dry her hair, but she can still do some other warm daily things.

At that moment, she came up with a whimsical idea, "Mike, please allow me to shave you in two days, is that okay? You also said that you will be happy if you are closer to me. It is closer than eating and drinking with me now. I was the one holding the knife up to your face, wasn't I?"

"Cough-cough-"

Mycroft couldn't help it, choking on a sip of his after-dinner drink.He was very thankful that he had finished his food and hadn't made his first major table manner lapse in memory.

I never expected Mary to say this. Why does this sound a bit weird?Holding a knife close to his face, no matter how you think about it, it's a thriller.

In an instant, Mycroft cleared his mind. Mary's proposal was either out of anticipation of some intimate interaction between the two, or a whim to play with his head.

"What's wrong? Do you not trust my technology?"

Mary raised her eyebrows, "That's right, I don't have practical experience in shaving. How about getting a haircut instead? I'm familiar with this."

It wasn't that Mycroft didn't trust Mary's skills, but he was just worried that this person might play a prank and might make him do some outrageous hairstyles. "I'm done eating, let's go to the utility room to look for clues."

"Dear Mike, you need to know that changing the subject doesn't work for me."

Mary glanced at Mycroft's head. The days are long, and there will always be something interesting to do when the days are dull.

Mycroft suddenly felt that he didn't have to force daily warmth, and it would be nice to have more difficult affairs to deal with, at least he could keep his head and hair.

After that, talk about it later.

The two came to the utility room and began to check the garbage left by Kimberly in the hotel room.Put them out one by one, there are food residues, packing boxes, and the most are newspapers.

Mary talked about the results of the investigation in Fett Lane, "I suspect that Square K and his accomplices broke into the vacant house at No. 199 Fett Lane this month. There used to be a pair of German surgeon brothers who lived there with Jackie. I have a past relationship."

The two looked through the newspapers. These newspapers were published in the past half a month. There were local London newspapers and newspapers from other countries or regions.Judging from the traces of flipping through, all of them have been read several times, and there are some scratched paint marks on two of them.The color of the paint is a bit special, it is a mixture of several rare colors.

Mary saw the same mixed color on the display board at the door of the Fett Lane paint shop, "The person who bought the newspaper has likely been to Fett Lane. The date of this "Evening Times" is that the empty house was sneaked into by unknown people." That day."

"It seems that eight and nine are inseparable, and Kimberly "King of Squares" is the infiltrator of Jekyll's laboratory. "

Mycroft said, arranging the newspapers one by one by date and title.After checking again, these newspapers did not leave any markings, so it is difficult to point out what Jin Berlin and others are looking for.

"Is there a version missing?"

Mary keenly felt that the number was wrong, "A page of the Evening Times on February 2 is missing."

A page of the newspaper is missing, is it because it was read and discarded?

No, there is another possibility.The two looked at each other, and if they disappeared, it meant that there was the news that Jin Bailin and others were looking for on that page, and they took it away.

“It’s the page with the love stories that’s missing.”

Mycroft immediately asked the servant to find out the newspapers he had subscribed at home, including the "Evening Times", but he usually would not look for the missing page.

At the moment, the two found the page on the 26th.

Both the front and back are serialized stories, and two advertising slots.One spot is for a new release, the other is a bit weird.

"Holy headscarves, £12 each, [-] copies in total. If you want to buy them quickly, go to Little John's Church near Southampton Pier."

Mycroft's eyes sank, "Mary, do you know what a sacred turban is?"

This tone obviously knew some inside information.