[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

The clear and beautiful singing voice of Christine, the heroine of "The Phantom of the Opera", lingers above the theater, and the "ghost" who gradually falls in love with her falls into Christine's personality charm a little bit.

And the real ghost in this theater is holding a scythe above the stage.

Janna's eyes fell on him, her position was closer to the stage, she could even see his expression clearly.

With a half-smile, Osiris freed one hand, raised it to the side of his head, and greeted Janna.

Janna blinked in response.

When the song reached its climax, the fat man in a suit standing in front of Janna suddenly stood up. His whole body trembled as if struck by lightning, his head was thrown back, and one hand was pressing on his abdomen.A few seconds after the eyes of the people around him were all focused on him, the fat man fell straight backwards, hitting the back of the seat heavily with the back of his head.

The old Sherlock Holmes couple beside Janna had already stood up because of this sudden situation. The husband protected his wife and moved a few steps towards him.

The old Mrs. Holmes subconsciously pulled Janna who was still sitting calmly in her seat.

The song and dance drama on the stage was still going on, and the theater "ghost" was about to express his love to the heroine, and the shadow above also moved quickly.

A black shadow streaked across the theater, and in just a second, Osiris appeared above the fat man.The silver-black sickle sliced ​​across the body of the fat man, and a soul with dim light came out.

After seeing his dead body, the fat man's soul showed extreme disbelief, and then his face burst into sharp anger, and he flew to the frightened young woman next to him, only to see that his hand pierced through the body. and was pulled back by an invisible force.

Mycroft, who had already stood up, looked at Janna, who was sitting behind the corpse, covering her mouth with one hand as if she was thinking about something, her eyes were still firmly locked in front of her, and her brows were slightly frowned.

"Mycroft!"

Suddenly being called by his mother, when Mycroft looked up, he saw his old mother kept gesturing to Janna who was sitting on the seat.

He really wanted to ask his mother, do you really think this girl is afraid?

But still called her name again: "Heather?"

Janna was engaged in a silent eye-to-eye contest with Osiris when Mycroft called out.

She stood up slowly, her expression softened for a second, and then she showed a panicked look at McCoff: "Boss, he's dead, it's so scary!"

Mycroft: "..."

The one on the right side of the fat man is the object of the anger of the soul just now, it should be his wife.

The woman's face was full of disbelief, throwing herself on the man's body and shaking, and calling his name at the same time.

Janna felt like she wasn't the only actor present besides the musical actors on stage.

When Janna looked up again, Osiris had disappeared.

The musical was forcibly stopped, and Detective Lestrade and police officers from Scotland Yard rushed to the scene immediately.

In the lounge of the theater, old Mrs. Holmes fetched Jana a cup of hot water.

"My poor child, you must be terrified."

Then she looked at Mycroft, who was alright, and said, "Whether Jana is your subordinate or not, I think you should comfort her who is overly frightened."

At this time, Mycroft, dissatisfied with being left sitting around the corpse, "Do you really think she is frightened? Since you know she is my subordinate, you must have imagined that she was in some wars." A deadly military state sees far more horrifying sights than this."

"No." Janna denied softly. At this moment, she was holding a cup of hot tea, her eyes were drooping, and she looked extremely pitiful. "I deal with intelligence, but I have never been exposed to such a scene."

Her appearance made Mrs. Holmes feel even more distressed: "Stop fooling around, Mike. Can't you comfort others? Fortunately, Janna told me that you are a considerate person."

"Mycroft," McCoff corrected his mother, "compassionate? Are you sure you didn't hear another word?"

"Okay, that's enough for you." Mrs. Holmes might be used to Mycroft's character, so she ignored him after saying this.

And the detectives from Scotland Yard just happened to come in.

He should have recognized McCoff, and he was cautious when asking: "I just ask one question. You were the ones sitting behind the victim at the time. Did the victim have any abnormalities before he died?"

It's a pity that Mycroft was unwilling to answer even this question: "Detective Lestrade, do you want me to order you to let us go..."

"Oh... I'd love to help, but we were all seriously watching musicals," Mrs. Holmes interrupted her son.

Mr. Holmes also shook his head.

Serious about watching musicals?

Janna's attention was long gone from the musical, and Mycroft, on her left, was either complaining to her or doing business on her phone.

"Acute drugs for on-the-spot attacks, so I can understand detectives targeting people around the victim. But, do you want to ask... the victim's wife first?"

Janna looked at the woman who had been sitting in the corner of the lounge from the very beginning. She was wearing a red dress and had been wiping her tears with a tissue since just now.

She had seen the symptoms of the fat man's corpse in the past, and most of them were caused by the poisonous drugs that killed him on the spot.Moreover, the anger of the fat man's soul against this woman is not fake.

"I don't know...but we went to the lounge to drink something during the intermission." The woman in the red dress continued to cry with a sad face.

"Boss, I guess you already know everything, why don't you tell me?" Janna lowered her voice and looked at Mycroft.

"If these police officers want a layman to intervene in such a simple case, then there is no need for them to continue. I have no time to solve their problems." McCoff added with some disdain, "And I am not like my My younger brother likes to perform reasoning shows."

Janna glanced down at the time and smiled: "It's 2:35 in the afternoon, your parents are still waiting to go to the Tower of London, if you don't hurry up, I'm afraid the four of us will have dinner outside together, Then I will definitely suggest to your mother, 'Since you haven't been able to watch the whole musical, let your good son accompany you to watch another one tonight'. Boss, start your reasoning show quickly?"

Hearing the word musical theater gave Mycroft a headache.

He said patiently, "His wife is the murderer. Catch her and let us leave."

Detective Lestrade froze for a moment, "Sorry, what did you just say?"

"The nails of the corpse are uneven. It is obvious that the victim liked to bite his nails, especially when he was watching a musical, and the poison|drug was also eaten by him in this way. Through this The person who killed him in this way must be someone who understands him, such as his wife." When Mycroft said this, he raised his head proudly. The feeling of the process of telling the truth.

"Why must it be her, if it's just..."

Detective Lestrade just opened his mouth, and was interrupted by Mycroft again: "It can only be her. A woman who has an affair and is found out by her husband, what else can she do to get more money or an inheritance ?Look at her hands..."

Everyone's eyes fell on the woman's hand, which had several red spots on it.

"...Don't talk nonsense, I didn't have an affair, this is an allergy, how can this prove that I have an affair?" Compared with the grief just now, she is now a little stunned.

At this time, Mycroft had a helpless expression of "they are too stupid, I don't want to talk about it anymore".

Janna chose to finish the sentence for him: "It's true that it doesn't prove that you have an affair, but these spots can prove that you have been exposed to some special poisons that can irritate the skin, such as cyanide? I guess you are an affair. I put some on my hands during a break, and then managed to get it on your husband’s nails. But have you had a chance to wash your hands until now? If you don’t clean it up after contact with the skin, it will be absorbed slowly and then poisoned, do you know?”

After Janna's voice fell, the woman's face paled instantly.

She tried to rush to the nearest toilet but was stopped by the police.

Janna drank the last sip of water in the glass, and looked at the Holmes couple beside her, "Holmes couple, do you want to go to your son's residence to rest until tomorrow before continuing the journey, or wait to go to the Tower of London?"

"We have no problem, but Janna, do you want to..." They looked at Janna.

"Thanks, I'm fine."

Desperate on the side, Mycroft felt that as a son, he seemed to have no right to speak.

The Tower of London has always been one of London's most popular attractions.

The rain had just stopped, and there were far fewer people here than expected.

This is Janna's first time here. She stands in front of this tower that has been built more than 1000 years ago, looking up.

"Have you ever been here, Boss?" Janna asked.

"I don't like to join in the fun." Mycroft frowned in the crowd. "Hundreds of years ago, this was a prison for high-level prisoners. So many people like to visit the prison?"

"That's better than going to the Statue of Liberty. Did you know that if you want to go to the head of the Statue, you need to book a ticket a year in advance?" Janna sighed, "At least you can enter this prison on the same day."

"The Statue of Liberty in the United States?" Mycroft was a little strange, "As far as I know, you have not been to the United States for missions."

"..." Janna looked calm, "I have never been to America, but I have watched TV."

"Jana, Mike!"

After hearing this, the two turned around together, and were photographed by Mrs. Holmes in the camera.

Mycroft was wearing a gray suit and a blue tie, and stood in front of the Tower of London with a black umbrella in his hand. Beside him was Janna in a long white dress and beige trench coat. Her short reddish-brown hair reflected her slightly curved red lips.

Mrs. Holmes looked at her work with satisfaction and said, "Honey, would you like to take a photo for the three of us?"

"Of course." Janna blinked at Mycroft after replying, "It seems that you have been here now."

Not only came, but also photos.

After Janna finished taking the photo, she was silent for a while as she watched Mycroft's fake, contrived smile on the screen.

It always feels like his boss is ticking every second like a year.

***

That night, when Janna left the bathroom after taking a shower, she found an unexpected visitor.

Osiris sat on the small sofa, changing channels on the TV.

Janna, who was wiping her head with a bath towel, was stunned for a few seconds before saying, "Doctor, didn't you say that I was cured, why did you come to the door in person? A small place like mine can't compare to your garden villa."

The person on the sofa put the remote control in his hand aside and looked at her, "Is today's musical wonderful?"

Janna smiled back: "It's very exciting, it's not that you said that I'm cured and I might not be able to see such a wonderful 'musical'."

Osiris looked at the human in front of her. At this moment, her hair was wet, her white pajamas only reached her knees, and a pair of white calves were completely exposed.

And the soul in this body is crumbling and fragile, and it clearly always feels that it will leave in the next second, but it persists there tenaciously.

"It was you who lied to me first." The baby face stopped smiling.

Janna didn't dare to answer the words for a while, she didn't know if his deceit was just that she pretended to lose her memory, or there was more meaning, such as she promised to give him her soul after death.

Nope, she never actually died, so it's not cheating.

The lighting in the room was dim, only the sound of the TV program.

This is her residence, where can she go this time?Osiris thought so.

I saw Janna pondering for a few seconds, then stepped on her slippers and walked to the desk, took a cup, and poured some water from the cold kettle.

Osiris watched all this coldly.She's going to splash him again?

But he saw the cup being handed to him.

Jana in white pajamas forced a smile at him and said, "Can you relieve your anger after pouring this glass of water?"

Osiris: "???"