[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

At first, Janna thought that her relationship with these people was like a fragile thread, just like her who would be taken by a dog at any time, the thread was broken when the person died.

Now that she is awake, this is not an ordinary thread, it is the spider silk that Peter said had a capacity five times greater than that of a steel bar, and she couldn't stop pulling it on her own.

Who is the most reliable source of British intelligence?Giving Janna a second is enough for her to blurt out.

Holmes of MI[-].

"You suggest working with the British government?"

Natasha still remembers that she once had a fight with people from the British government for the information held by a Nordic agent.

"If we want to find this mutant who may endanger the world at any time in the shortest possible time, the government agencies that have eyeliners infiltrating every corner of this country is our only choice." Janna explained, "We just need to find the mutant in just a few days." It is too difficult to find a mutant who may not go out from a population of 6500 million within a day, unless he lives across the street. And the longer it takes, the next place he will drop the drug may be a water source landed."

Everyone understands the truth, but who will negotiate with the British government?

Janna: "Captain, this glorious mission is entrusted to you. Britain and the United States were allies in World War II."

Rogers: "I can go to the battlefield, but negotiation, are you sure you want me to try?"

Janna: "Hawkeye, do you want to challenge me?"

Hawkeye looked at the arrow behind him subconsciously: "Did I get beaten into a sieve before I entered the door?"

Janna scanned the others again:

Tony Stark, who made the U.S. government angry in a few words?

Natasha who visited the Queen's Mansion as a foreign spy half a year ago?

Dr. Strange, who looks very similar to Sherlock and has the same cold and arrogant personality?

excuse me.

In the end, Janna pinned her hopes on Osiris.

With just one look from the latter, Janna understood that her mess must be cleaned up by herself.

Originally, Janna wanted to negotiate with the watchers lurking near the London Temple. Since the person she caught denied his identity, Janna had to choose to face it.

But if this front is not separated by a big wall.

Because at the main entrance of MI[-], Janna was stopped.

"I'm looking for your boss, Mr. Holmes." Jana told the armed security guard at the door.

"Ma'am, your name? Let me help you confirm the appointment." The person sitting by the phone in the security room grabbed the phone, put it next to his ear, and pressed a series of numbers.

"I don't have an appointment. I'm from the Avengers." Janna believed that they might not know the Mage, but they must know about this superhero organization. "It's a matter of human survival."

But she regretted it after saying this, and the security staff reacted as she had imagined, they looked at each other and smiled a few times, and the phone was dropped directly.

"Ma'am, even if Iron Man comes in person, you need to make an appointment to see Mr. Holmes."

Janna brushed her hair, and the crystal earring on her left ear gleamed in the sunlight.

Through this small headset, the words of the security personnel were clearly heard by the person on the other end.

Tony Iron Man Stark folded his arms and frowned, not feeling that anyone could stop him if he rushed in wearing an armor suit.

Natasha next to her was a little glad that he wasn't the one who went to negotiate this time.

But that end does not include Strange and Osiris, the former is studying the use of spells to find Mister Sinister, and the latter will not choose to stay due to Janna's absence.

Jana lowered her head and thought for a while, then said again: "Then I have an appointment, my name is Janna."

"Jana? Janna what, ma'am?" The security officer picked up the phone again.

"Janna, just say I'm Janna."

……

A few minutes later, Janna got a reply.

"Ms. Janna, the instructions above say that Mr. Holmes is waiting for you at a place you know."

Where does she know?

***

Janna thought she would never knock on the door with 221B embedded in the screws again.

The metal knocker was pointed straight down, implying that someone with mild OCD had just touched it.

It was Mrs. Hudson who opened the door. After experiencing the last time, she included Watson this time: "Oh... girl, Sherlock and John are not very convenient now, why don't you later..."

"I'm looking for Mycroft, Mrs. Hudson," Janna interrupted with a smile.

Mrs. Hudson who got it wrong again: "..."

At the same time, Tony's voice came from the headset: "Tell me, is there anyone you don't know?"

Janna twitched the corners of her lips, but did not answer.

"Your entrustment, John, has taken over for me. Mycroft, how long are you going to sit here? My office is not your office."

"Sherlock, be patient, I'm waiting for someone you might know too."

As soon as she stepped on the last step on the second floor, Jana heard two familiar voices.

She knocked on the open wooden door of the room, and three eyes fell on her.

The furnishings in the room were only slightly different from what she remembered.The Holmes brothers were sitting facing each other, Sherlock had a notebook on his lap, and Mycroft was holding the black umbrella on the floor and spinning aimlessly.Watson was sitting on the couch near the door, and on the wall behind him were photos and materials collected in recent Sherlock cases.

"Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, it may not be very convenient to consult the case today." Watson glanced at the two brothers and refused with a helpless expression.

"No, John, he is the one Mycroft is waiting for." Sherlock stood up from the sofa chair, his eyes locked on Janna, "Let me see what my arrogant big brother is waiting for." people."

Janna lifted the hair behind her ear, covering it with the stud.

"I'm sorry, but it's not time for reasoning. I'm here to talk to Mr. Holmes about a matter of human survival."

Mycroft on the sofa kept silent. The subordinate on the other end of the phone told him that it was a lady who called herself Janna who was looking for him.But the person who appeared in front of him was different from the one he had seen the previous two times.

"Is it a matter of human survival?" Sherlock's eyes showed a little interest.

Janna nodded, but she was still looking at Mycroft who had not moved.

"The Avengers need the cooperation of the British government to find a scientist who is planning to turn all of humanity into mutants, and who is deploying his evil potion on your land."

"...I heard you right. Did you just say those superheroes in the United States who can fly and transform and can fight five, or is it just a coincidence that a certain student club is also called by this name?" Watson asked directly .

If it was normal, Sherlock would definitely answer Watson's question in an obvious tone.

But this time, it was obviously beyond his expectation.

The person who was turning the black umbrella on the sofa finally heard a voice. He glanced at her meaningfully and asked, "They told me that a woman who called herself Janna wanted to see me."

"Jana...is that Miss Heather you sent to Northern Europe?"

Watson's words exposed the fact that Mycroft did not reveal that Janna Heather was dead.

"If it wasn't for this name, you wouldn't agree to see me at all, would you, Mr. Holmes?" Janna bent her lips, "I said that I came to negotiate on behalf of the Avengers, and the information that S.H.I.E.L.D. Much more than you can imagine, and it couldn't be easier to somehow get you to agree to see me."

At the same time, Tony complained again from the headset: "To be honest, Janna, I will definitely recommend you to a well-known director after this matter is over. I almost believed your acting skills at the banquet."

But facing the two Holmes, the result was different.

"Lie, you should think about it before you say it. I know better than you whether some information will leak out." Mycroft's answer carried his inherent arrogance.

"I don't want to agree with Mycroft, but it's not a rational choice to delay time with lies." Sherlock leaned against the table and picked up the phone in his pocket, and began to search for information about S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers.

Watson, who had already believed it with a confused face: "???"

"Oh... Where did she expose herself?"

"I think what she said was logical."

Over my ears is the conversation between Steve and Tony.

Janna, who sighed countless times in her heart, walked across to McCoff, "Sometimes, the truth is more like a lie than a lie.

"Being hurt by the truth is sometimes better than being deceived by lies." Mycroft's eyes flashed the helplessness that Janna couldn't understand, "Tell me, if I agree, what method will you use to make me forget this time, yes Are you going to throw me back on the bed and pretend it's all a dream?"

Janna froze in place, she thought Dr. Strange's spells were flawless.

Sherlock and Watson looked at each other, and both showed meaningful expressions at the same time.

"Sherlock, for the sake of me being your brother, take Watson downstairs for a while."

Sherlock originally wanted to refuse, he was eager to know what is related to the fate of mankind.

But under Watson's eyes, he rarely gave up his room.

After gesturing to the exclusive Sherlock sofa chair opposite him, Mycroft said, "If you want to continue the conversation with me, don't let those irrelevant people get involved."

Janna, who was silent for a few seconds, shrugged slightly, took off the earring in front of Mycroft, and threw it out the window.

So the few people who are still complaining about this arrogant government official's classification of these superheroes into "irrelevant" people, after a "sizzling" noise and something approaching with an engine, they can't hear the sound at all up.

***

"How did you find out?"

When Janna said this, it was equivalent to admitting many things.

She seemed to have had particularly bad luck with this body, and she had now revealed her unusual identity to everyone she had ever known.

She originally thought that Mycroft, who paid the most attention to science and logic, was the last person she could hide her secrets from.

Whether there are superheroes and magic in this world, he won't believe it until he sees it with his own eyes.

That no longer appears to be the case.

When did McCoff realize something was wrong?

Start with the pajamas you don't usually wear.

His memory has always been very good, and he can recall the key plots of the dream, including the files he swung around.

And these overlap with some things in his office, except for the missing one, the information about Brink Street Martial Arts Hall and Ms. Janna Belle.

When everything makes sense despite being counterintuitive, the most unlikely answer is bound to be the answer.

Someone tried to erase a certain part of his memory through a special method.

He had done similar things to Sherlock before, but this time the scope was wider than he imagined.

So he sent people to re-investigate the martial arts hall on Brink Street, investigating the so-called mages and spells, and then came the news that the director of the martial arts hall was missing.

This is too coincidental.

"Answer my question first." Mycroft knew that she was the one who came to negotiate with him this time, "What kind of relationship do you have with that woman from the martial arts gym, and Janna Heather?"

Janna knew that what was supposed to come would always come.

"The Janna Heather you know is me, and the Janna Belle in the Martial Arts Hall is me... including the mage and your dreams, they are all true. I take back what I said when we first met, this The world, maybe there really is magic."

She stayed by the window from beginning to end, looking out of the window.

Baker Street was the same, and McCoff was the same one she knew.

Only her, outside the soul is a strange look.

"What is this? Some kind of spell?" Mycroft was only silent for a few seconds, as if she accepted her answer more easily in her imagination.

Janna turned her head and showed a smile: "I don't know, maybe it's some kind of miracle."

Hearing this answer, Mycroft smiled softly, "You know what? Last time I went home for the holidays, my mother mentioned you to me. When I said I sent you abroad, I thought she wanted to call you kill my son."

Jana laughed, and then the smile on her face faded, "You lied to me once, and I lied to you once, can it be considered even?"

Mycroft on the opposite side chose to avoid this question, and his expression became a little more serious, "Tell me about the mutant that you said is endangering the survival of mankind."

When Mrs. Hudson opened the knocked door again, Sherlock had already walked back and forth on the narrow first floor for an unknown number of times.

Watson suggested that he should go to see the case entrusted to him by his brother first.

Yet the twisted and stubborn Mr. Detective has everything to say that he would rather die of boredom than help his brother.

The last time he accepted his brother's entrustment, he almost fell for a woman.

Now it seemed that the conversation between Mycroft and the lady upstairs caught his attention even more.

In his opinion, this lady is a fan in many places. Her clothes are stained with things that should not be in this city this season, but there is no sign of flying overnight.

It's like coming to London from other places in the blink of an eye.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" Mrs. Hudson did not dare to draw conclusions easily.

The man at the door of the room was a young man in his 30s or [-]s, with a pair of beautiful eyes.

"I'm here to pick up a lady who was here earlier."

He wasn't worried about the eyeliner Mycroft planted on Baker Street. He was the well-known Dr. Theo and Janna's former psychotherapist.

221B gathers policemen, government employees, and people seeking help for consulting cases all the year round, but it is extremely rare for two consecutive people who do not seek Sherlock to visit.

Sherlock stopped in his tracks and looked towards the door.

Watson also poked his head out of the restaurant in surprise, feeling that the person at the door looked familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"She's upstairs, but..."

Before Mrs. Hudson could finish her sentence, Osiris had already passed her and stepped up the stairs, completely ignoring the other two who were staring at him.

"John, today is getting more and more interesting." Sherlock couldn't wait to go upstairs.

"Sherlock, do you know him too?" Watson was incredulous.Just a second ago, he remembered.This person, he has seen in medical journals, is a well-known medical expert in the medical field.

Sherlock didn't know, so: "Who is he?" He only saw the mystery of this person.

Watson breathed a sigh of relief. In his opinion, Sherlock, who even regards the common sense of elementary school students as "the earth revolves around the sun", is not important. If he has seen or even remembered an insignificant photo or report in a medical journal, Then he will wonder whether it is the turn of the sun to revolve around the earth today.

Of course the sun does not revolve around the earth in reverse, but it is a fact that the god of death visited 221B.

When Janna told Mycrof all the clues she knew, and suggested that he use his own intelligence network to find this mutant scientist who fit the characteristics for him, someone she didn't expect appeared at the door of the room.

"Dr. O... Dr. Theo, why are you here?"

Janna remembered asking Osiris specifically before coming here, and he said he had some things to do.

When McCoff also scanned the man who came in, he overlapped with the photo he had seen once in his mind.

The psychotherapist he'd had for Janna Heather.

"If you have finished talking between you..." Osiris was arrogant as always in front of others, "If you don't mind, Mr. Holmes, I'm here to pick Janna away."

"Is the well-known psychotherapist also a member of that superhero organization?" Mycroft frowned, and he met Osiris' gaze.

Osiris denied, with a cold tone: "Don't compare me with those people."

"Oh? Then what is your identity?" Mycroft reconsidered the psychiatrist in just a few seconds, and the result was the same as Sherlock's, he couldn't see it through.

In front of Janna, the two arrogant men who also disdain to be with ordinary humans looked at each other without fear of the other.

One is a senior government official who has the right to speak in the whole of the UK, and the other is a soul judge who will be in charge of me when you die, no matter how powerful you are now.

Janna, who knew that it was impossible to suppress the invisible contest between two people, really had a headache.

"Why don't you speculate for yourself?" Osiris stopped talking and walked towards Janna.

"..." Janna was inexplicably afraid that the government executive would revoke his medical certificate.

Janna knew that she had to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere: "Mr. Holmes, although I cannot replace the Avengers or all mankind, I thank you for your willingness to cooperate on my behalf. If there is any news, you know where to find it. I am the mage temple on Brink Street. I believe you must have eyeliners there to convey information."

Before leaving, she thought for a while and added: "See you next time."

Now she firmly believes that this spider silk, which is harder than a steel bar, will not be broken so easily.

On the journey back to the London Temple, Janna sat again in the passenger seat of Osiris' expensive sports car.

Although it was the same style and color, she knew that this was the one she had seen with her own eyes when she visited his house as a mentally ill patient.

Janna glanced at Osiris beside her. They hadn't spoken a word for more than 10 minutes along the way.

"Are you afraid that I won't go back after looking for someone?" Janna teased half-jokingly.

Osiris looked at her as he waited for the signal light and replied, "That's not true, you will always go back in the end."

Janna recognized that his return here was not the London Temple, but the hospital where her body was.

She froze for two seconds, then rolled up the window to block out the noisy voices outside: "Are you so unconfident in yourself?"

If you like you alone, please send her to London, this is a wonderful and charming city; if you hate someone, please send her to London, where the endless traffic jams will make her feel what despair is.

Not knowing whether it was the sudden traffic jam or Janna's words, Osiris seemed to be stimulated.

He put on the handbrake, let go of the steering wheel in his hand, and his words fell into Jana's ears calmly and clearly: "It's not that I don't have confidence in myself, I just want to know, do you have feelings for me?"

"If I'm not your attending doctor, nor the god of death, but any one of them, am I destined to become a dispensable friend after you leave this body?" He said nicely He controlled his emotions, but every word he said stuck in Janna's heart.

"No..." Janna didn't know how to answer his words for a moment, her words were light and forceless, "They are not optional..."

"Then what about me?" Osiris approached every sentence.

Endless traffic jams and loud car horns messed with Janna's thoughts.

Thinking about it, it was indeed the case, she never responded to him clearly.

And accepting his indulgence to her with peace of mind.

Once again no one in the car made a sound.

Osiris waited for Janna's answer.

What was waiting was the sound of the car door being opened.

"Jana." He suddenly felt a little regretful, and his eyes were blank and bewildered for a moment.

"I'm sorry... let me think about it."

On the congested road, several drivers whose patience was worn out a little bit noticed that a lady got on and off a supercar in the middle of the road.

She walked towards the sidewalk without looking back.As the traffic flow was almost at a standstill, she walked very smoothly.

When she disappeared from everyone's sight, their vehicle was still parked in place, motionless.

These drivers believe it's the diabolical London traffic jams that stand in the way of love.