Half a month has passed since Christmas, why do you still have to delve into whether a pair of sunglasses is a custom-made Christmas gift?

It was a choice that came out of nowhere.

At the moment, Mycroft had to choose between the two.

After all, he justly denied that Mr. Minton customized sunglasses, stating that the glasses were gifts for his family, but they had not been sent yet.

Or how about duplicity admitting that the sunglasses were made for Mr. Minton in exchange for a tasty-sounding cake recipe in return?

"Well, you're right. Sunglasses are indeed a Christmas present for you."

Mycroft thought for a few seconds, and finally decided to surrender to the Black Forest Cake.

"But, as you can see, a series of troublesome things happened this Christmas. That made me decide not to give gifts rashly, so as not to delay your rest time."

Why did you delay your break?

Because one party gives a gift, the other party needs time to prepare if he wants to return the gift.

Mycroft gave himself another reason to admit it.

Anyway, the sunglasses have been given away, and it is impossible to give them as gifts after they are taken back, so why not make the best use of them.

This sounds quite self-justifying, and it seems that there is no third possibility at all.

Namely, Mycroft didn't order sunglasses for his family at all.The gift was customized according to Mr. Minton's face shape, but for some inexplicable reason, he hesitated to send it out.

"I see."

Mary nodded slowly, as if she believed the rhetoric.

At this moment, she did not explore the deeper reasons for the time being, but was proud that she had finally made Mycroft compromise.The intuition in the past was indeed correct. This sweet tooth just set up Mrs. Roman's character who doesn't eat sweets.

This will be answered in the affirmative, and she simply took out the small envelope in her pocket.

"The recipe and production method of the Black Forest Cake are all in it. I also occasionally read about the recipe of this dessert. It is said that it combines 'the sourness of cherries, the sweetness of cream, the bitterness of chocolate, and the mellow aroma of kirsch'." ① "

Not only that, the shape of the finished cake also resembles the characteristic national costumes in the Black Forest.

Chocolate is the black coat, white cream is the snowy white shirt.Red cherries are dotted on the cream, just like the big pom-pom hat with red beads on a white background in the Black Forest region. ②

Last year in the United States, she made a black forest cake and took it to the studio to take pictures.

At the moment, a

The black and white photo of the finished product was enclosed in the envelope, but she can't tell the true source of the Black Forest cake.

Could it be said that it was eaten in the previous life, and I heard that this kind of cake was only created in the early 20th century, and there are different opinions on who the creator was.Now, everything can only be borrowed from books.

Mary held out the little envelope, but with a feint she missed Mycroft's outstretched hand.Taking two steps forward, he stuffed the envelope directly into the left pocket of his suit.

At the end, he patted the outside of the pocket lightly, as if smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles on the clothes intimately.

"Mr. Minton!"

Mycroft didn't expect that someone was getting more and more courageous, and even made a fake move.Who allowed this and who condoned it?

Mary completed a series of movements in a smooth manner, and immediately retreated two meters away, showing an innocent and pure smile.

"Great, I gave you the return gift with my own hands. Excuse me, it's a late Christmas present, but I hope you like it. By the way, you like sweet cakes, don't you?"

"You still dare to ask questions knowingly? Didn't you always have doubts, and you still use cakes to tempt me from time to time."

Mycroft found that since he got to know Mr. Minton, his expression management has become better, and now he can still maintain a standard smile.

"Thank you for the gift."

Mycroft could continue to use polite words, "I don't have any food that I dislike. I believe that the cake you recommend must be as good as yours."

Don't admit to having a sweet tooth!

Mycroft persisted.When he didn't admit it, Mr. Minton was already provoking him with sweets.I have to assume that once he admits it, God can't guarantee what new tricks this guy will come up with.

Mary smiled.Well, Mycroft's stubborn disapproval seemed amused to her. "Thank you for the compliment, I wish you the perfect Black Forest Cake."

In fact, having a recipe and making it successfully are two different things.

Mary left with a little regret.

Judging from tonight's dinner, Mycroft's cooking skills are not weak.She couldn't look forward to the excitement of watching the burning kitchen.

The door was finally shut from the outside.

The polite smile that Mycroft had tried so hard to maintain finally faded away.

He took out the envelope in his pocket and was a little surprised when he opened it.Along with the recipe of the production process, there is actually a photo of the finished cake attached.

The recipe process can be written now, but the photos

Impossible to print on the spot, at least ready before leaving Berlin.

The question is, who takes a picture of a cake with them on an adventure into the woods?Whether others know it or not, it is not Mr. Minton's style.

Mycroft was sure that the one who practiced pragmatism would not bring unnecessary things when he went out to do business.

Is there anything that can be deduced backwards from this?

Was this Black Forest Cake recipe Mr. Minton's Christmas present, but it also didn't arrive on time for some reason?

No, don't overthink it.

Mycroft reined in the rich associative powers that stalked with great rationality.

You shouldn't think of Mr. Minton too softly. The purpose of the man with the photo is probably not pure. It is very likely that he wants to use cakes to greedy him at any time.

What is the truth?

Mary went back to her room, sat down at the table, and carefully examined her sunglasses.

For five full minutes, she fixed her eyes on the glasses, trying to determine something she might have overlooked, but she felt superfluous.

Mr. Holmes next door thoughtfully customized a Christmas gift for her, so there is nothing wrong with that, right?

Although Mrs. Roman never exchanged gifts with Mr. Minton in the United States, the two can be regarded as life-and-death friends.Christmas gifts between friends and acquaintances are nothing more than normal.For example, she sent Christmas gifts from Berlin to distant teachers, partners and others.

As for anything else?

Mary searched her memory to make sure that Mycroft had not shown anything out of the ordinary.

The two didn't give gifts in the past because of their status restrictions, but now they are hesitant to give them directly because they can't be honest about their long-standing acquaintance.

"Yes, that's it."

Mary felt that the logic was straightened out.

Of course, Mycroft was undoubtedly special.She has never met such an interesting person, so special that she is willing to approach him, and from time to time itches to pierce that person's calm face.

What a sin.

Mary secretly apologized insincerely, but had no intention of stopping.She still remembered the small goal she hadn't accomplished, and she still wasn't sure where 'Madame Roman' was hurt.

The first night passed peacefully.

A late Christmas gift is like a pebble thrown into the heart lake, causing ripples.After the sun rose, the water wave was restored.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the witch doctor Guru finally appeared.

The reception room was so dark that it was not like daytime.

The curtains are drawn tightly

, Herbal jars were placed in disorder in the house, and unknown herbs were still burning in the corner.

Lighting an oil lamp, the three sat down.

Guru looked at the uninvited guest with a serious face. "Mr. Minton, you said that you want to come to ask for a dream, longing to be together with Mrs. Roman in your dream? With all due respect, that is almost impossible.

As far as I can see, after the separation between life and death, you don't have too many bonds with the undead.The Madame Romain you hoped to see is gone. "

Say who is gone?

In an instant, Mary determined that the professional ability of the witch doctor Guru was not good enough.Astrologers see ghosts wandering the world through crystal balls, and that is the rare and reliable divination.

On the other hand, the witch doctor Guru, Mycroft, a big living person, was sitting opposite him, and he was able to turn a blind eye to his existence.

What kind of psychic is this?

Just a liar.

"God, how could this be!"

Mary slandered, but expressed her grief, "Please help me. I am very eager to see my dear Mrs. Roman again, and I have not been able to see her for the last time. Great witch doctor, you must have a way, yes wrong?"

The witch doctor Guru frowned, speaking in a manner. "I don't like to open the gates between the underworld and the human world. Letting the dead enter their dreams is not good for the health of the living.

If you insist, it can't be made by eating one or two herbal medicines. I have to use psychic dreaming.Can you accept that when meeting with Madame Roman's undead, my spiritual consciousness is also on the side? "

What a mess.

As Mycroft listened, the Witch Doctor Gruul was nothing like the crystal ball that divination fat souls.

Mary sneered in her heart, but she agreed to the witch doctor without hesitation.

"Of course, I believe in you. With your presence, I will definitely be able to protect my meeting with Mrs. Roman more smoothly."

Let's see if there's any goddamn spiritism.

Mary seemed eager to try it immediately, "When can I start dreaming?"

"This needs an opportunity, don't be in a hurry. I'm still treating other patients, you wait for two days."

The witch doctor Guru stood up and brought out a pillow cover with strange patterns and colors. "In the past two days, you sleep with it on your pillow, and get acquainted with the breath of the undead first."

Can you get acquainted with the undead with just a towel?Did it wrap a dead body?

Mary took it without any doubt, "Okay, thank you for your arrangement."

This will be regarded as the matter of dreaming.

The witch doctor Guru asked casually, "By the way, how did you find me? Who gave you a hint?"

"Drug dealer Bell, he said he was your business partner."

Mycroft bluntly said, "However, something happened to Bell recently. The fake medicinal oil he sold caused a major medical accident, and he died in the dungeon. We obtained the map he carried with him, and we came to find you to confirm the medicine. Is the oil formula from your hand."

"What? Bell actually came up with fake medicine."

The witch doctor Gulu seemed very surprised, but also heartbroken. "It seems he has ignored my advice, which is very disappointing."

Guru admitted his partnership with Bell.

He provided some prescriptions in exchange for the daily necessities transported by Bell, but he didn't expect Bell to be so careless, and the fake medicine was definitely not his intention.

Mycroft seemed to believe Guru's attitude, but asked abruptly:

"Witch doctor, your reputation spreads far and wide. I heard that the croupier in Leisure Palace has the idea of ​​seeking medical treatment. I wonder if you have ever seen a doctor named Singer?"

"Singer? Never heard of it."

The witch doctor Guru shook his head naturally, "There are very few outsiders here. Unless you get a map like you, it is impossible to find the small courtyard in the vast jungle. That person will definitely not be able to find it."

is it?

If you really haven't been here, why bother explaining.The more you emphasize it, the more it looks like a lie.

Mycroft didn't ask any further questions, as if he just mentioned it casually, and didn't pay attention to the whereabouts of the croupier Singer at all.

So much for the conversation.

The witch doctor Guru said that he was too busy with other things and had no time to entertain guests. If he needed anything else, he would ask his attendants.Whether it can be done is another matter, after all, the conditions in the Black Forest are simple.

The two left the brick house where the guru lived.Asked the attendant to borrow some hunting tools, saying that he wanted to go around and see if he could add a meat dish to today.

This walk has gone a little further, far enough to dissipate the scent of the Guru's room that was stained on the clothes.

Surrounded by dead trees and snow.

It is white, and it can be clearly seen that there is no third person.

Mycroft said in a low voice, "Mr. Minton, are you really going to try psychic dreaming? It's tens of thousands of times worse than an astrologer's crystal ball.

If Madame Roman knew that you took such a risky course, she would not approve of it.Maybe, that witch doctor will use weird herbs, are you going to take it orally

?I don't think you don't understand a simple scientific truth - disease comes from the mouth. "

Reason, Mary understands.

But entering the Black Forest is not to reason, but to find out what secrets are hidden here.

"Mr. Holmes, you should trust me to my sense of propriety."

Mary claims to be very reliable, "I'm not greedy to meet Mrs. Roman in a dream, I just want to find out what tricks the witch doctor Gulu has. This is to investigate the truth."

Not bad.

This trip is for investigation, but the strategy is subject to change according to the situation.

Mycroft took out two playing cards from his pocket, "The truth hidden here may not be simple. Just now in the reception room of the witch doctor Guru, the chair I was sitting on was actually hidden in the cushion cushion. It is a playing card exclusive to Leisure Palace, who do you think left it?"

"Wow! What a surprise."

Mary looked at two playing cards.A 10 of spades and a 5 of diamonds.

"Dealers often have the habit of practicing cards at any time in order to consolidate their professional skills."

Mary didn't know if Singer had such a habit, but according to the previous reasoning, Singer should come to see a doctor. "Ninety percent chance, this card was left by dealer Singer."

Mycroft agreed with this guess, the problem was that the witch doctor denied that Singer had ever been there.

"In the morning, we met with the patient who was temporarily staying in the small hospital. He was a wealthy French businessman. The attendant said that in the past half a month, only that patient came. What about Singer? If he has been to the reception room Where is he now, leaving the poker cards undetectable?"

Not only Singer, but what about Ben Baden who claimed to travel to Europe a year ago?

Mycroft had to guess a possibility, "Mr. Minton, you know that twelve pieces of sage can predict your future lover, and you also know that buttercup represents ingratitude, so are you familiar with divination by playing cards?

I haven't dabbled much in this, but no amount of 10 of Spades and 5 of Diamonds bodes well.A 10 of spades is an accidental disaster, a 5 of diamonds is a backfire.Perhaps, they are Singer's last words, are you going to try that damn dream channeling? "

This statement is enough.

It is now suspected that the witch doctor Guru may have murdered Singh and Baden, and the cave bones discovered yesterday are also related to it.

Mary stared at the playing cards and said after a moment of silence, "The more dangerous the time, the closer to the truth. The so-called dream psychic, maybe you can catch the witch doctor Guru?"

As soon as this is said, Mycroft

His complexion was slightly gloomy.For him, the truth is not the most important thing. "You jump repeatedly on the edge of danger. This habit will only make you accidentally encounter death."

Mary: Not to mention, she has already met death once, but she came back to life.

Of course the truth cannot be told.

Mary gave the most sincere smile, "Don't worry too much, Mr. Holmes, you are still here this time. You are guarding outside the treatment room, and you can rescue in time if the situation changes, right?"

Mycroft: Right?To hell!

The witch doctor Guru will definitely not let him in to watch. He has neither clairvoyance nor mind reading skills. How can he ensure the dynamics in the house?

Mycroft sneered, "Mr. Minton, is there an unreliable telepathy between you and me?"

The author has something to say: ①, ② refer to "German Details", edited by Huang Tianran

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