[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

Janna walked down a narrow hallway.

This is an orderly department, everyone is in their own positions, step by step.

Unlike the people in Stark Tower, the people here seem to be bound by stricter rules and regulations, not too rigid, but not free either.

This is a boss who is not easy to mess with, and Janna is already mentally prepared.

Through the nameplate at the door of the office, Janna found the office that might be the top boss.

Janna knocked on the door three times, and waited quietly for a while before pushing it open.

After she turned around and closed the office door, she looked at the office first, and then her boss.

The office has a window, but it is designed on the side that is not opposite to the desk.

This is a design only for important figures and presidents to prevent being assassinated.

And her boss, the classic three-piece suit, the barely slender figure, and the receding hairline inherent in leadership.

"Oh, Ms. Janna Heather." Seeing her enter the door, he put down the document he was reading, raised his head, and spoke in mellow British English, "You are 2 minutes later than I expected, you Did you run into some trouble on the way to my office?"

Sarcastic and arrogant.

But Janna raised some corners of her lips, looked at him, and said, "I encountered some small troubles, but I solved them. Then Boss, what kind of troubles did you encounter and need me?" She found the right office, so troublesome solved.

For her little provocation, the man remained steady and calm, and he motioned for her to sit at the desk.

After Janna sat down, she noticed that the man's desk was very tidy, with items aligned and files neatly arranged together.

She tried to find his name and found that all the documents were closed and there were no pictures on the desk.

A very private person, or does his job compel him to be private?

"Ms. Heather escaped safely from a Russian secret intelligence operation code-named 'Nordic Bird' last year, and brought back the sneak attack path of the Afghan armed forces the year before last."

His tone rose, as if he was praising her, but judging from his expression, there was no hint of praise at all.

Janna admits she's still too young.Staying with such a person made her a little bit more stressed.

She subconsciously stroked her hair, only to find that the Janna of this world had short hair that just reached her shoulders.She paused, then ran her hands from the back of her head to her forehead, brushing a lock of broken hair.

"Nervous?" Her actions were immediately seen through by the man, "Relax a bit, because I do have a small favor that needs your help."

"A little favor?" Janna repeated the word.

A task that needs to be completed by agents who have completed Russian and Afghan intelligence activities, is it a small favor?

Janna guessed her identity from her attire and the man's words and deeds.

Compared with the researchers last time, this is barely half of the job.

Her gaze swept across the man's face again. He was not very serious, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

The feeling he stared at himself did not seem to be looking at a human being who was equal to him.

And this kind of look, she had seen with Osiris before, and he also regarded them as people from two worlds.

"What are you looking at?" The man succinctly asked this question.

Janna blinked and smiled, "I really like your tie, Boss."

It was a dark blue tie with white dots and a dark gold collar clip. The ordinary ones couldn't be more ordinary. Of course she wouldn't like it easily, and of course there was no dislike.

Unimpressed by Janna's seemingly flattering words, the man handed her the top of a dozen documents.

As she opened it, he introduced it, and the clear words were conveyed to Janna from his mouth: "Sherlock Holmes, my younger brother. Since I moved to Baker Street in London a year ago, I have placed next to him. Six caretakers. Three months ago, these caretakers disappeared one by one due to unknown reasons..."

From the time the first name appeared, Janna's fingers froze as she flipped through the document.

No more superheroes, this time, Sherlock Holmes?

She raised her head again to look at the man in front of her, and a name was about to come out of her mouth.

— Mycroft Holmes.

"Is there any question?" Holmes frowned.This was the first time he had met Janna Heather, and she was a little different from the person he had read about in the sources.

Janna withdrew her gaze and shook her head: "You are the officer, you should finish first."

"Those people can't be called elites, but it's the first time that no news has been left. There are six of them, and now there are only three left. I'll send someone to investigate accidents, black|hand|party|parties, and political factions. I've tried many things, but there's no clue, it's like..."

"It's like magic." Janna continued and changed her voice, "But there is no magic in this world."

"Yes, magic is an excuse for those incompetent little people to fantasize." He raised his head, "I need someone useful to tell me what happened."

Janna continued to flip through the information Holmes gave her, which introduced the identities of the three missing caretakers.

They are indeed not elite, but only if compared with Janna Heather.

"I see." She closed the document without much anxiety on her face.

Maybe before the clues are found, she will die in this world.

"You accept?" asked Holmes.

"Can I not accept it?" Janna smiled back.

Of course not.

He didn't even answer the question, but said to himself: "Someone will arrange the things you need and the address in the future, I hope you won't let me down."

Mycroft Holmes raised his head and found that the woman in front of him did not leave immediately.

She propped her chin and thought for a few seconds, then put the document back on his original stack of documents, and pushed it with her hand to ensure that it was aligned with the one below.

After getting up again, he put the chair back to its original position.

She saw his obsessive-compulsive disorder, this is a smarter goldfish than he imagined.

McCoff thought so.

but……

"To be honest, sir." The woman stopped at the door. "I like your tie, but this tie clip doesn't go well with it."

He was not given a chance to answer and the door to the office was closed.

But her character is just like her code name as an agent.

Of course Janna didn't know what species she was being compared to, but she had to admit that this boss was very difficult to deal with.

She likes to smile to relieve stress and confuse people, but it obviously doesn't have much effect on this person.

Soon, Janna received a heavy envelope from the woman who woke her up in the first place.

Not only does it contain her newly created identity information, but also a new mobile phone that can be used to report the situation at any time.

Her identity information is still Janna Heather, so it can be seen that she is an agent, which is also a pseudonym.

But Janna didn't mind, as long as the name was correct, the surname didn't belong to her in the first place.

After sitting down, she felt a little sleepy, but it was the kind of sleepiness with an extremely clear mind.

She decided to take a look at the house arranged for her today, and take a good rest for her body by the way.

The room is on Baker Street, and the owner is a young flower girl who has a Shiba Inu.

The house was left to her by her parents, and she felt it was a waste to live alone, so she rented out one of them.

"The last friend who lived here disappeared as soon as she said she couldn't see her. She didn't even live until the contract expired." The flower girl was called Laura, and she had beautiful blond hair.

Janna knew the previous tenant was one of the three caretakers who disappeared.

Caregiver?No, watcher.

"What about her things?"

"Her relatives came to pick it up after I finished packing, and then introduced you to me, saying that you are her cousin, who wanted to find out why she disappeared." Laura handed Jana a key, "In the future You live here, I hope you will find your cousin soon."

Janna's identity was designed to be the cousin of the previous tenant, and the purpose of coming here was to find the missing cousin.

"By the way." Before Laura went downstairs, Janna called to stop her, "Aren't you only taking in female tenants?"

Laura nodded: "Yes, I'm alone, so don't worry about the male tenant."

What if it was a female tenant who could deal with three adult men and seven mutant monsters?

Janna dared not say it, for fear of scaring her.

The room was tidied up very clean, Janna lay down for a few minutes but didn't fall asleep.

She decided to go for a walk.

On the way, she happened to meet a person who appeared in the data, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes' assistant.

They passed each other, and after a few steps Watson stopped her.

"Hey, is this the first time I've seen you on this street." The last time Watson broke up was three months ago, and he felt it was time to find a new partner who was like him.

In fact, he has thought about it countless times, looking for someone he likes, moving out of 221B, getting rid of the dangerous life with Sherlock before it is completely irremovable, and then getting married.

"Yes, that's right." Janna turned around and smiled, "I just moved here today, right above the flower shop in front."

"Oh, Miss Laura's flower shop." Watson nodded and held out his hand, "John Watson lives at 221B."

"Jana, Janna Heather." After introducing herself, Janna tried hard to remember, "221B? You mean the consulting detective...?"

Watson immediately answered, "Yes, that's him, Sherlock. I wrote those online blogs."

Janna suddenly realized: "I see, I have read some, and your writing is really good."

Janna has to admit that her acting skills are really good at certain times.

Watson chatted with Janna for a few more words, Janna looked into his eyes, nodded, and pretended to be listening carefully.

Is it not over yet?She felt that the time was a little long.

Then she suddenly realized that Watson was not moving...

"Mr. Watson?"

"Mr. Watson?"

She yelled several times, and after about 10 seconds, Watson recovered, as if nothing had happened, and continued the topic just now.

"What's wrong?" He stared at Janna who had a bewildered expression.

"You just..." Janna felt...

"What happened to me just now?" Watson asked.

Feel like Watson's time has been stopped?

Could it be that the abilities of the previous world were weakened and brought here?

"It's okay." Janna looked directly at Watson again, "Can you help me look at my eyes? It seems that sand has entered."

Watson really stared at it for a while with wide eyes.

For about three seconds, he stopped all movements again.

After another ten seconds, he said: "I don't seem to see the sand, do you want me to blow it for you?"

Janna looked away, "I seem to be fine again, thank you."

Interesting, is there really no magic in this world?