[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

Sherlock by the window, Watson on the couch with half of his chin in his hand, and Janna Heather in the chair that only those looking for some answers would sit on.

And two of them, except Sherlock, looked at him at the door.

This is the scene after Mycroft Holmes went up to the second floor of 221B.

When his people reported to him that Heather walked into 221B, the development of the matter had deviated from his expectations.

As the "British Government" that controls the overall situation in the eyes of others, he doesn't like playing cards that don't follow the routine.

what is she playing

A poor, helpless woman with the consulting detective as her only recourse?

All of this was written on Janna's face, and it naturally fell into Mycroft's eyes.

"Boss?" In the silent room, Janna's tentative title fell into the ears of the other three.

"Oh—" Watson was the only one who didn't hide his surprise.Although she had voluntarily admitted her identity before, he thought she would at least cover it up in front of McCoff.This is obviously telling your boss "I've blown my horse".

And Sherlock, facing the ugly-faced Mycroft, smiled twice, "Someone who is self-righteous seems very unhappy? Or did he not expect to be teased by his own people? You, who never leave the office without urgent matters, unexpectedly Will come too, it means that something happened here that you care about...and the only thing that is happening here is..."

"Sherlock, I advise you not to meddle in my affairs." Mycroft tried to warn him.

But apparently, his warning didn't help.

Because Sherlock was facing Janna, he said in a tone of complacency after rushing to his brother: "It seems that I must accept your request."

And Jana, looking at Mycroft with a very innocent expression at the moment, "Boss, shouldn't I come to your brother for help? But I thought you were brothers, facing your troubles, he must Will help."

Now that the matter has come to an end, Mycroft is calmer than Janna imagined. He turned the black umbrella in his hand and said word by word, "Yes, in order to trouble me, he will definitely 'help'."

Weird, isn't it?

Although the man Mycroft used to monitor Sherlock was missing, it was definitely not enough to warn Sherlock not to interfere.

There was something behind this that Janna didn't know about.

About the attack of the night, about the "sparrow".

"Thank you for your willingness to help me." Janna sniffed and thanked softly, deciding to make the scene even more muddy.

"Sherlock, I'm telling you again, this has nothing to do with you." Apparently she bothered her boss even more.

"You're welcome, Ms. Heather." Sherlock didn't even bother to talk to his brother.

Mycroft knew that what Sherlock had determined would be difficult to change no matter what.

He looked at the elusive woman sitting in the chair, who continued to play her role.

"Looks like I'll have to have a good talk with my staff."

Watson cleared his throat: "Uh... If Miss Heather needs any help, you can sit a little longer."

Janna lowered her eyes and shook her head, she said with reason: "I believe my Boss won't do anything to me, I'm asking for help for him, right?"

Janna followed behind Mycroft and left 221B.

Her boss's special car was parked at the door, and instead of getting in, he continued along the street.

"What do you think you're doing?" The tone in his treatment of his subordinates and his younger brother was much colder.

And Janna, after leaving 221B, got rid of the role of that pitiful and helpless weak woman, and smiled: "I'm sorry Boss, I thought the reason why you didn't ask your younger brother for help when you faced this kind of problem is Because you know he will definitely refuse. So in my opinion, it is impossible for your brother not to notice that there are fewer people watching him recently, but no one likes being watched, so he will naturally choose to turn a blind eye Only eye. That's why I decided to try for you to see if I can get his help."

Janna's words were so reasonable that Mycroft really couldn't find anything to say that what she did was wrong.

but……

"Boss, I guess the reason why you are dissatisfied with what I have done..." Janna paused for a few seconds, "Is there anything else you haven't told me about the disappearance of these three watchers?"

"I told you everything I know." Mycroft replied calmly and calmly.

It seems that Janna's sentence only touches the key points, and it will not have any impact on his emotions.

Janna sighed, sure enough, she got nothing from him.

She stopped talking, and followed Mycroft, her eyes kept exploring on him.

"What are you looking at again this time?" Of course he remembered what she said about his tie last time.

"I feel that your color matching this time is more suitable than last time."

Mycroft: "..."

After making this joke, Janna's expression became serious: "Sir, if I find out the truth, will I die?"

"Didn't you ask for Sherlock's help?" A black commercial vehicle stopped next to McCoff, and the driver got out and opened the door for him. The smile on the corner of McCoff's mouth made Janna feel bad, Sure enough, his next words were: "When he tells you the truth, you will know what will happen."

Janna who was thrown on the spot: "..."

***

In the afternoon, Janna was watched again.

This time, it was the same group as last time.

"What exactly do you want?" Facing the two masked people, Janna deliberately led them into an alley with few people, and asked again.

"Don't you know what we want?" Jana recognized this voice, it was the one who attacked her that night.

Janna thought for a while and asked, "Is that the secret document?"

The term secret document applies everywhere.She wants to try it.

Masked man: "Yes, where is it, give it to us quickly, the higher ups are in a hurry."

Janna: "..." Really.

"That document...wait a minute, let me think about it." Janna lowered her gaze to make sure that both of them were looking at her, and read it silently for three seconds.

Just when one of the men was about to say the next sentence, he stopped moving.

When Janna took the opportunity to leave, the two suddenly fell to the ground.

what's the situation……

She approached and felt the pulse of the two of them, they were still alive.But two injections of anesthetic were found on the two of them.

In the next second, Janna turned and ran.

It now appears that there are two teams, and one team wants to get a certain document from her.

And there is another group of people who don't seem to want the other group to get close to her.

Janna, who felt that she was involved in a very troublesome incident, ran out of the alley and bumped into someone the next second.

When she looked up to confirm who it was, she immediately lowered her head to look for the key thing.

But in gloomy and rainy London, the sun wasn't strong enough for her to see shadows.

what to do?This time, does she recognize it or not?

In the eyes of Osiris, the woman in front of him gave him a very familiar feeling.

This soul occupies a body on the verge of death, and it is the same situation as he has encountered several times.

When Janna was debating whether to say something, he spoke first: "You know me?"

Janna remembered that the last time he met her, he said "Have we met?" Now it was "You know me?"

"I don't know each other, how did we know each other?" Janna shook her head seriously.

"Janna?" It was a wonderful intuition, and Osiris wanted to try the name.

"Huh? Do you know me?"

He thought that if she was right, she would show a panicked or even more terrified expression.

On the contrary, the woman in front of him looked at him with a surprised tone: "You actually know me? Then you must know who I am, don't you!"

Osiris: "..." Wait, what's wrong?

Osiris wasn't sure if this "Janna" was the Janna he had seen.

But this woman, after buying two onion rings on the side of the road, dragged him to sit on the bench next to the Thames.

"Jana Heather." She pointed to herself, "You know me, right?"

He still remembered that she had promised to give her her soul when she died, but when she really died, all she left him was a body.

Her soul is gone.

He was really pissed off and felt like he was being teased, trying to get to her.

Seems like I found it...

Osiris glanced at the fast food box in his hand, and then at the woman next to her who was expecting him to answer her.

He is a god of death, why is he suddenly afraid to answer this question?

So he tried to answer ambiguously: "I know Janna but..."

"I knew it, I knew you knew me just by looking at your eyes." Janna acted as if she had found a savior, wrapping her arms around Osiris' arm, "Did you know? I lost my memory!"

He was wearing a long-sleeved sweater, and she put her hands on it, so she couldn't feel any warmth.

Osiris looked at the hands embracing his arms, and the hand that stuffed the onion rings into his mouth froze.

"I may have misidentified the person..." He choked out a sentence for a long time.

"But you clearly said you knew me?"

He still broke away from his opponent and stood up. "I'm sorry, maybe I made a mistake. Thank you for the onion rings."

Unmoved by the woman's amber eyes of disappointment, Osiris got up, walked around the bench, and walked up the steps.

After a few steps, he looked down at the onion rings in his hand again. He remembered that time, he seemed to have taken the same thing from her hand.

The wind on the river bank was strong, and when he turned his head, the short reddish-brown hair of the woman was blown aside by the wind. Like countless souls in this world, she sat there alone with her head bowed, as if she was sighing.

Janna wasn't sighing, of course.

Now that he recognized her, she followed him and acted like a difficult woman.

After he got up to leave, Janna breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head, and the corners of her mouth could not help but rise.

Her smile didn't last long, and the voice in her ear made her tremble:

"I thought about it, maybe I didn't recognize the wrong person."