Mary's Nineteenth Century

Same eye color, similar height.

Even if there is a difference in appearance between men and women, even if there is a difference in body size, the sense of déjà vu is getting stronger and stronger.

Mary has long hypothesized that if one day she meets "Madame Roman" in a turbulent crowd, is it possible to determine her identity with just one look when the other party changes her face, makeup, hairstyle, clothing, height and even gender?

And how deep cognition is needed to allow a person to recognize another person who is beyond recognition with just one glance?It's ridiculous, how can that kind of intuitive perception be taken seriously.

Now Mary has an answer.

The strange man ten meters away hadn't spoken a word yet, but he already gave her an extremely familiar feeling.Feeling can be the most unreliable cognition, but it can also be the most instinctive emotion.

Believe it or not, it varies from person to person.

Mary is not a complete positivist, she tries to verify the feeling, but thanks to the absence of colored contact lenses in this era, the color of the eyes cannot be changed.

The eyes are the windows of the soul, and the eyes of the person opposite seem to be without waves.Just like Mrs. Roman once, she couldn't find much real emotion.

For a while, no one spoke.

The cold wind howled across the border, the dead branches on the street swirled a few times, and the body of the dung beetle who was pushing the dung ball swayed with the wind.

Mycroft knew exactly what to do at this moment.

Under normal circumstances, if you stop on the street and look at strangers a few more times, you don't have to be embarrassed if you are discovered, as long as you nod in a friendly manner, you can leave as if nothing happened.

However, he didn't know why he didn't make the most correct response at the first time.

Even though he knew very well how good Mr. Minton's associative power was, he still avoided seeing it.Instead of nodding politely and leaving, he stopped where he was.

Blame the cold wind today.

It must be that the wind was too violent, which hindered his body from keeping up with his rational thinking, and failed to achieve a synchronized reaction.

and then?

Then Mycroft saw Mr. Minton laugh slowly.

In the sunset, this smile seemed to melt away the coldness of Berlin's winter, and it also made him want to curl the corners of his mouth together.

"good afternoon."

Mary broke the silence with a smile, "Sir, are you also here to watch the dung beetle push the dung ball?"

Normal people, who would stand in the cold wind and watch the bugs and animal droppings on the ground?

Mycroft nodded, as if he had found an excellent reason to stay.

It was the desire to observe nature that stopped him, not because he met someone unexpectedly.

"A wonderful insect that feeds on feces, a veritable natural scavenger."

Mycroft's tone was natural, as if he was on campus, and he was really a curious insect researcher.Take a few steps forward to the side of the flower bed, and you will see clearly the behavior of two black bugs on the ground carrying food.

For the next five minutes, the two stood shoulder to shoulder.

He actually carefully and patiently watched the whole process of the dung beetles pushing the dung, and quietly did not disturb the insects, and watched the hard-working dung beetles disappear to the other side of the flower bed.

The dung beetles have left, what should the remaining humans do?

If he still bears the identity of Mrs. Roman, Mycroft will definitely say thank you at the first moment, thank Mr. Minton for spare no effort to help him send those who assassinated him to the guillotine.

But, can't say.

Mycroft would never be Mrs. Roman again, who had died on the way home.To be dead is to be dead, and one should not appear in any form of fraudulent corpse.

Mary spoke first, "I'm Mark Minton. It's an honor to meet you. Although there are all kinds of researchers at the University of Berlin, this is the first time I've met a friend who watched dung beetles pushing dung balls together. What's your name?"

Mycroft: Again, he has no plans to be a zoologist, please don't give him the weird title of fellow zoologist.

Thinking this way, he didn't hesitate to give his name.Unlike before, this time he finally used his real name, "Mycroft Holmes."

Mary raised her eyebrows when she heard this.

Wow!Listen, how interesting!Before secretly remarking "Mrs. Roman" as MH, who would have thought that it would coincide with the initials of Mycroft Holmes.

what is this?

Did she justify her title as a young genius, or did she unintentionally master some kind of secret technique of induction?

At this moment, Mary suspected even more that the person in front of her was the one who escaped.

She seemed to say naturally, "Mr. Holmes, I think you look familiar. I seem to have seen you somewhere before."

Recognized?That's not surprising.

Mycroft never underestimated Mr. Minton's eyesight, and perhaps one and only two could recognize his disguise.

One is Sherlock, and the other is Mr. Minton who was born and died.But it was absolutely impossible for him to admit it, so he was ready to deny it decisively.

But Mary said first, "Oh! I remembered. I should have seen you at the gate of the British embassy and consulate a month ago. Are you working there?"

Mycroft: Very good.Meet each other again, and learn to answer quickly.

He dared to fabricate the bridge section he had seen at the gate of the embassy or consulate.If he had seen it, would this person have been able to resist not looking for him?Anyway, he doesn't believe this kind of statement.

Indeed, it was impossible for the two to meet in front of the British embassy or consulate.

Mary has never been to the street of the British embassy in Berlin, Germany, but she has habitually inquired about the dynamics of Berlin, including the list of foreign embassy personnel.It just never occurred to me that it was such a coincidence.

"Yes, I am from London. Perhaps you have seen me before at the embassy gate."

Mycroft admitted it without hesitation, and asked, "What about you? Are you from New York? The famous Mr. Minton who has been published in all major newspapers?"

"I am laughing at you. The media rumors are so distorted. In fact, I am just an ordinary student, and I will come to Berlin as an exchange student this semester."

Mary spoke modestly.All of a sudden, her expression was dazed again, and she actually added, "However, there are always one or two truths in the newspaper's words. I will indeed miss my dear Mrs. Roman."

The latter sentence is really abrupt.

If you are facing a stranger you just met, you should not add this sentence out of emotion and reason.

Mycroft didn't change his face, but his heart jumped involuntarily. What is 'Dear Mrs. Roman'?

But without waiting for anyone to think about it, Mary immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, I made a slip of the tongue. I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered some of the past."

As she said that, Mary looked sincerely apologetic, and there was even a hint of sadness between her brows.

It's like trying to restrain the heartache after losing Mrs. Roman, and pretending to be strong to maintain a polite demeanor.

Who has the heart to criticize a gentleman who has lost his lover?

What an unforgettable love, because the love is so deep that when I hear a little news related to the past, I can't help but express my sadness.

Mycroft's breath was stuck in his throat.

play!You do it again!When Mrs. Roman was alive, she never saw you in love, let alone heard you call me dear, and now you are playing the leading role in the tragedy of love.

Unable to refute clearly.The love scandal back then was the result of the two's tacit consent, in order to confuse the outside world and not want to make those weird cases public.

Now, from the perspective of an outsider, why do you suspect that M;&L's relationship is fake? Even His Excellency Matthew more or less believes that the scandal is true.

Mycroft finally swallowed the breath, and said, seemingly reasonable, "It's human nature, you don't need to be sorry."

Next, I don't want to talk more.

Mycroft was ready to go at once.After watching the insect activity together, two strange men exchanged names. Do they want to sit down and eat together?

It's not love at first sight, falling in love, meeting for dinner, having a night of bliss, this kind of outrageous script that doesn't have any sense at all is never something he can act.

The next moment, Mary showed the enthusiasm of the Americans.

"It's almost 04:30. If you walk faster, you can still catch the afternoon tea at Laura's Dessert House. Mr. Holmes, I have a reserved seat, do you want to come together?"

"thanks for your invitation."

Mycroft wanted to refuse, but it was difficult to make an appointment for Laura's Dessert House, and it was one of the few dessert shops in Berlin that satisfied him.Because of working hours, I barely eat it two or three times a month. It would be a surprise if I could have a meal today.

"I still have something to do. We will meet again when we have a chance."

In the end, Mycroft declined firmly and politely.

How could an Englishman, the secretary of the embassy, ​​go to have afternoon tea with a stranger he just met so easily, that would completely deviate from the image of being indifferent.

"I see, it's a pity."

Mary unabashedly showed the look of 'missing today's afternoon tea, you really missed a hundred million', but she said very considerately, "You are busy, I have to go there too. I will talk when I have time, goodbye."

After leaving these words, Mary turned and left.

He left without nostalgia, as if he didn't regret at all that he couldn't reminisce about the past today, leaving only the back of Mycroft leaving in a hurry.

Again Mycroft caught his breath in his throat.

Can't think of it, really can't think of it.He is no longer the Madame Roman who doesn't like sweets, and he was once again specially reminded that he can't eat desserts as he likes.

on purpose!

Mr. Minton definitely did this kind of appetizing thing on purpose.Because he predicted that he would decline, he deliberately uttered words to seduce him, and deliberately mentioned Laura's dessert shop, which is extremely difficult to book.

It is time for reflection.

10 minutes ago, which part of the nerve area had a sudden blockage, so that he could not turn around and leave quickly, but stopped to watch the dung beetle put the ball together with Mr. Minton?

The answer may be obvious.

False words always carry some real emotions.For example, the phrase "I really miss my dear Mrs. Roman" just heard, I don't know if the speaker has the heart, but I know the listener does.

Reunited under the setting sun, his body is more honest than his reason.

Mycroft took a deep look at the long street that was already empty, then turned around and walked away step by step in the afterglow of the setting sun.

In the cold wind, his expression was cold, as if everything was normal, but his steps were not brisk enough.

There are more serious problems than not being able to indulge in sweets.Obviously he is a believer in reason, why did he suddenly realize that this evening was tainted with a completely strange feeling?