[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

The ancient building of the last century is solemn and elegant. The indoor red carpet is intertwined with the dark brown wooden walls. On the aisle on the second floor of the hall, a whole row of portraits of nobles are displayed.

It is rainy again in London today, and the rain outside at this time makes a sound when it hits the wooden structure.

"Why am I here?" Janna sat on a deep red leather sofa next to a burning fireplace.

"I invited you, did you forget?" Mycroft sat across from her.

"Of course I know that you invited me, but..." Janna never thought that she would be invited to Mycroft's house, "They said you couldn't be hurt, so I agreed to come to your residence. "

"Yes, my leg is strained." Mycroft lied without blinking.

Janna shrugged, "Then why don't you talk to me after your leg is healed?"

The building was too big for one person to live in, but Janna saw neither a nanny nor a housekeeper here.

"By then it will be too late," Mycroft replied.

Janna's heart shrank quickly, did he find anything?

In the past two days, her sleeping condition has become worse and worse. Even sleeping pills can't help her fall asleep.

Janna lowered her eyelids, looked at the burning fireplace, and asked, "Is it urgent?"

"A mission." Mycroft said, "It will start the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Janna looked up at Mycroft, who looked very serious, not joking.

"What task? Must I do it?"

"It's up to you." Mycroft looked at her, "Among my people, only you can do it."

"Is it dangerous?" A mission that must be Janna Heather, how difficult should it be?

The other party paused for a few seconds before answering this question, "Yes, an undercover mission will take a year, and ordinary agents rarely survive a month."

The corners of Janna's lips raised, "I see." One month?Given her physical condition, she might not last a week.

Mycroft didn't expect Janna to accept it so decisively, "Aren't you going to refuse?"

Janna took a breath, stood up and said, "Since you are looking for me so urgently, you won't give me room to refuse, will you?"

McCoff didn't speak, and acquiesced.

She looked around the house. The black umbrella that Mycroft always carried was stuck in the nearby umbrella stand.

Janna picked it up and asked, "Do you live in such a big house alone, Boss?"

McCoff did not stop her, and let her turn the umbrella over and over again, "Every Monday and Thursday, someone will come to clean it, and someone will come to check the security system."

"That's a person." Janna summed up his ambiguous answer for him.

With a little force, she pulled the umbrella apart from the handle, revealing a thin, thin and sharp long sword.

"Cold weapon?" Janna raised her eyebrows.

"You can continue to take it apart and have a look." There was no accusation in Mycroft's words, and he also reminded by the way, "Be careful, this thing is very sharp."

Janna used some strength, and removed the rapier from the back of the blade, revealing the true face of the umbrella, "Hand|gun?"

"Bo|Ray|Ta 92F, with a range of 50 meters, is known for its high shooting accuracy." Mycroft said, "I told you that it makes sense for me to carry it all the time. I have too many enemies."

Janna put the umbrella on, inserted it back into the umbrella stand, and approached Mycroft again, "Since you have so many enemies, why did you take away such an excellent me? Doesn't the 'British Government' need me? "The British government in her mouth is not a country.

But he pretended not to understand and replied generally: "It is because you are needed that you will be allowed to go. Your value can only be reflected in this kind of mission."

Janna clicked on Mycroft's collar clip from the air, "You said this thing is not simple, what is it, a new type of bomb?"

Mycroft smiled, "No, it's just a collar clip."

Janna: "...Oh."

Janna drank all the hot tea on the table, straightened her clothes, "Since you have explained what you should have, let's say goodbye, shall we?"

"Want to see you off?" Mycroft got up.

"Didn't you strain yourself?" Janna refused, "The driver should still be waiting, I've brought an umbrella, you should take a good rest."

Mycroft's voice came from behind: "Hope to see you in a year, Janna Heather."

Janna took two steps towards the outside of the door before stopping and said, "Goodbye, Mycroft Holmes."

As soon as Janna went out, Mycroft stood up from the sofa and approached the bed.

In the rain, the black car, carrying Janna, drove slowly away from his front yard until it was blurred by the rain.

He thought of yesterday.

Mycroft had gone yesterday to Sherinford, the deep-sea island prison where his sister was being held.

There are three children in the Holmes family, and the youngest sister named Olos is too smart, so smart that it frightens Mycroft.

So Olos was forcibly taken away at a very young age, and even later Mycroft made up a lie that she was dead.

But it is precisely because this little sister is so smart that the British government sometimes has to use her intelligence to solve some troubles.

Last time, she predicted three terrorist attacks just by logging on to Twitter.

In the closely guarded room, a pale woman wearing a white prison uniform was imprisoned in the four sides of the glass.

When she found that her elder brother had arrived, she had no intention of leaving the bed at all, she still sat cross-legged in the center.

"Hey my brother, what help do you need today?"

"A little favor that isn't too complicated." He put the intelligence document in from the usual food delivery mouth on the side of the glass.

The woman was not in a hurry to get it, she slowly left the bed and walked towards the glass step by step.

She stretched out her hand, and retracted it when she was about to hook the file. She looked at her brother, "You are a little different."

"What's the difference?" Mycroft frowned, in order to get her help, he had to follow her.

"My brother, my brother, the most powerful man in this country. He used to have only one death spot, my other lovely detective brother, Sherlock. Every time I look at this face, I can remember The little brother Sherlock who was scared and screamed by me when I was a child, but today I saw something else..." Olos's tone was calm, without any emotion, and the speed of her speech did not give people any room to breathe. Her raised hand was getting closer and closer to the glass, and suddenly she seemed to have discovered a new world, "Oh, I saw a girl..."

Mycroft's brows tightened, "You can't..."

"Nothing is impossible." Olos interrupted her, "Just like many people think that it is impossible for someone other than your family to appear in your cold life, but it does appear... Let me guess again, she Don't like that ridiculous red and yellow spotted tie you wear? So you haven't worn it in a long time?"

Mycroft said no more, his words would betray him in front of the wise sister.

But this still couldn't stop Oulos, who was full of thoughts, her hands were completely stuck to the glass, printing an obvious handprint.

"Before she becomes the second Sherlock in your heart, Mycroft, I think you need to do something, it's still too late."

Time ticked by, and Olos finally picked up the document and looked at it, as if nothing had happened before.

Olos stripped out a certain idea that Mycroft had moved.

He really should have done something before he got stuck.

***

It wasn't until the day of departure that Janna received the plane ticket and a letter about the mission.

It was a flight to Iceland with a stop in Norway.

It was the airport where McCoff's people sent her to, but McCoff himself did not come.

Janna waited in the departure lounge until, 10 minutes before the flight, she received a call.

"Mycroft?" she pronounced the name.

But I heard Watson's voice on the other end: "Oh...I'm not, didn't McCoff call you to say goodbye?"

"Are you here to say goodbye?" Janna didn't expect it to be Watson.

"Uh...it's nothing. Mycroft came to Sherlock just now and mentioned that you were leaving, so I just wanted to say goodbye." Watson replied, "Barely a friend, right?"

Janna on the other end of the phone smiled: "Well, thank you for helping me, and also say hello to Sherlock for me."

"I wish you good luck." Watson hung up the phone and looked at Mycroft who was sitting opposite Sherlock on the second floor of 221B, "Aren't you going to see her off?"

"I'm busy." Mycroft looked away from the phone in Watson's hand.

"Busy to bother me? Mycroft, you obviously got up in the morning, and you read a newspaper while eating in the middle. You are not busy at all." Sherlock pointed out.

Janna was traveling in a business class with two seats on one side, and the seat next to her was temporarily unoccupied.

After thinking about it, I decided to open the letter about the mission in advance.

The title at the beginning is: dear sparrow.

A puzzle that had troubled her for a long time was finally solved. It turned out that she was the sparrow.

Ordinary, small, but hard to tame?Can this be called the code name of an undercover agent?

After she read the letter, Janna was surprised to find that it was more like... a vacation than an undercover mission for a military country that might have narrowly escaped death.

Go to some remote island and spy on a few insignificant people.

The average agent rarely survives a month?

At the end of the letter, write "Since I think you are still ill, I have applied for this small task for you. I hope you can successfully complete it. I wish you good luck. - Mycroft"

This man cheated on her.

It's not that she's on a mission, Mycroft just wants her out of the UK.

why?

While thinking, Janna welcomed her seatmate.

Osiris sat next to her and became the last passenger to board.

"What a coincidence, Dr. Osiris." Janna greeted, "Are you afraid that I will die on the plane so you are on the same flight?"

Today, he is not as frivolous as usual, "You are really going to die, Janna." He told her.

"I know." Janna nodded, "I haven't been able to fall asleep for more than 36 hours. I drank milk and took sleeping pills, but nothing worked."

Osiris looked at her silently for a few seconds. Although she was helpless, she was not afraid at all.

"Why aren't you afraid?" he asked.

"Isn't there a doctor here?" Janna joked, "I believe you will rescue me as soon as possible."

The plane took off from London Heathrow Airport and left the city a little bit.

Osiris never knew that the dying patient could be so talkative. She was always talking about strange things about America and even about the Statue of Liberty.

Isn't this the UK?

Gradually, Janna's voice became softer and softer, until it was covered by the roar of the plane's engine, and finally disappeared.

She finally fell asleep, only to probably never wake up again.

Osiris looked at Janna, who was pale and vulnerable all over her body, and realized a problem:

Wait, where's her soul? ? ?