[sherlock] It's mine, don't move!

"Where did you just talk?" John picked up a small silver spoon and stirred the coffee, raised his head, and said embarrassingly.After being interrupted by Danny just now, he couldn't remember the topic of the conversation just now.

"We're talking about Jenny. I'm going to replace her for a few days. You've met before, and she's been to our house a few times." Mary also repeated what she said just now with understanding, and this'our family 'Specifically refers to No. 23 Anderi Park Street, where John and she lived and rented together before they broke up.

"Oh, that beautiful woman who looks like she is of Middle Eastern descent?" John searched in his mind, and finally found the relevant memory of that Jenny.She and Mary have been good friends for several years, and they did have dinner and chat with John. She is a tall, good-looking and cheerful beauty. What impressed John most is that she has beautiful brown hair. Long curly hair. "She seems to be working as a secretary?"

"To be precise, it's the secretary of a newspaper owner." Mary picked up the sandwich and gnawed it, and continued to explain to John, "She had a car accident three days ago. Fortunately, she only suffered a slight fracture of her calf. I'll go to When she was visiting her in the hospital, she asked me to go to the company to cover her work. In London, it is not easy to find a job like her with a leisurely and high-paying job that also takes full holidays, and she does not want to lose this job easily. I also just resigned from the clinic, and I happen to be free, so I can help."

"Then she is really unfortunate. Has the driver caught the accident?"

"I caught it. I heard that the brakes of the car failed suddenly, and it wasn't intentional. So as long as he paid for the medical expenses, I didn't go to the police station to sue him."

"Why did the brakes fail suddenly?" John was a little surprised. Usually cars don't fail when they are driving on the road suddenly, right?It's not a flat tire.

"God knows." Mary picked up the coffee and took a big sip. "This George sandwich tastes really good. John remembers to pack [-] copies for me to take back to the clinic later."

"Are you serious?"

"When did I come here?" Mary looked at John with an innocent face, and said in a natural tone: "There are still thirty cups of latte, and one must not be missing! I have already agreed, and I will give it to the clinic today. My colleagues bought delicious food as a parting gift, and today is my last day at work.”

"Then why are you here?"

"Didn't I get chased out to buy food after I finished work in the morning?" Mary tilted her head and replied innocently.

So, under your leadership, Mary, all the doctors and nurses in the clinic have become foodies, right?

"Okay, okay, I see." John sincerely surrendered to Mary.But even if he can afford coffee and sandwiches for 30 people, how will Mary transport them back?

"What do you think after you resign?"

"I don't know. After Jenny is discharged from the hospital, I should go to New Zealand."

"new Zealand?"

"I heard that the region is majestic, the scenery is peculiar, and there are many handsome men there. I will always find a handsome and good man to marry me off." Mary clenched her hands expectantly, and looked at John who was sitting across from him. It's just the black line on the face. Is there any direct relationship between whether the scenery is good or not and whether the man is handsome or not?Is this the so-called one side of the soil and water to raise one side of the man?

"To travel or..."

"I won't be going back to the UK in the future, it would be nice to just settle there or travel around the world."

"As long as you like it." John's mood was a little complicated, he seemed a little melancholy and relieved.He knew that for the current Mary, no amount of comfort and blessings would be empty words, it would be better not to say anything.

"I came here specially to say goodbye to you today, and let you know that I won't be attending your wedding with Sherlock in a few days." What Mary didn't tell John was that she had already wandered around Baker Street for nearly a day today. It's been an hour and I still haven't decided whether to go to 221B to meet and say goodbye to John. It wasn't until John came down to take out the trash that she found her.

"John, Sherlock can protect you, and you are worthy of his love. And let's part here, and I hope we will never meet again." The final parting was imminent, and Mary met John at the door of the coffee shop under Danny's gaze. I gave a final hug, then reached out to wipe the red corners of my eyes, picked up two big bags of takeaway, staggered to stop a taxi and stuffed myself in, then sat on the back seat and leaned on the things She covered her face and completely ignored the astonished gaze of the driver from the rearview mirror, and cried hysterically, in memory of a love that was the most beautiful in her life but could not be kept in the end.

Rewind time to this morning at Smith's Private Clinic

Mary, who has been a nurse for many years, also has a small office belonging to her in the clinic. Although it is only a few square meters, it looks very warm and comfortable under Mary's careful decoration. It is a safe place for her to rest in her spare time.It’s just that today is different. When she finished delivering the last patient with oral ulcers and was returning from the corridor to go back to the office for a rest, she stopped when she opened the door. She remembered leaving in the morning. When I was working, I had already locked the door of this office.But now not only did the door show signs of being opened, but there was also the sound of someone breathing inside!Although it was extremely slight, based on years of rich experience, Mary felt that she would never be mistaken.

A breathing rate that belongs to a man, but who broke into her office without authorization? ! !

"Mary Morstan? Please come in." As if she already knew that she was about to retreat, a deep and indifferent voice came from the crack of the door at the right time.Mary's eyes flickered slightly, and she stretched out her hand to push the door open. As she expected, a strange man in a suit and leather shoes was sitting on an office chair with his back to her. After hearing her coming in, he leisurely turned the chair to give alms He sized her up from top to bottom, and slowly looked away after confirming that he had obtained the information he needed.

"Mycroft Holmes?" Mary carefully looked around with her eyes, but she didn't find any other hidden people.After that, he stepped into the door frame of the office and walked towards the man.When Mary got close to John, she also made a rough survey of the people around him. She knew that he was not only Sherlock Holmes' real brother but also a high-ranking official of the British government. Couldn't find any other useful information.However, relying on her keen sixth sense, Mary intuited that this man was far from being as simple as he appeared on the surface. However, this just shows one point, that is, the identity of Mycroft Holmes should be much higher than she imagined.

"It's a great honor to be known by a beautiful woman." Mycroft raised his legs and played with a pure black pen that Mary liked very much with his fingers. Although he said "honored", it was somewhat perfunctory. .

"I have to say that Mr. Holmes, as a gentleman, enters a lady's private area without invitation. Isn't this a very rude behavior?" Mary stood in front of the desk and said calmly. "Excuse me, what's the matter with you?"

"Oh, I'm here for a physical examination."

"May I ask if you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"Before discussing your physical condition, I would like to discuss something about you and John H. Watson."

"Me and John? We've already broken up." A few months ago, they had broken up at the Chinese restaurant on Mary Le Boon Road.After the damned detective came back, the love she had, like a mermaid in a fairy tale, bubbled up in the sun and was gone forever.

"Really?" Mycroft raised his head and asked suspiciously after he stopped playing with his hands.Then, without waiting for Mary to pick up the words, she continued to spout: "John posted the 'Diamond Theft' blog three days ago. You are the first person to leave a comment below. Although you changed your name, I can still Find your real identity from the ID address in your message; the screensaver on your mobile phone is still a photo taken with John when they were traveling in the Lake District National Park in England, and there are still a lot of photos and videos of John stored in the computer album; Your new home is located near Hyde Park, which is 0.15 kilometers away from Baker Street, and you pass 221B Baker Street every day to and from work, in order to create a chance to meet John. All this has shown that, You still can't forget John, don't you?"

"You can't use these to show that I want to have more love for John, can you?" The expression on Mary's face changed, and then her lips were tightened, and she folded her arms and showed a mocking smile.

"Half a month ago, you tried to find John when he was in the counseling room." McCoff continued unmoved.

"But, I didn't meet him."

"That's really a coincidence." Of course we couldn't meet him, because Sherlock commanded Inspector Lestrade to intercept John halfway according to his accurate information, and it would be hell if he met him ! "Also, you have made 64 phone calls and 82 text messages to John during the three months since you broke up with John. How do you explain this?"

"How do you know so clearly? Could it be that you were responsible for the phone calls and text messages that John never returned to me once?! That's right, you, a so-called 'senior government official', wants to do these things, no Is it as easy and simple as drinking water and eating?”

"This is not your business, answer me."

"Why should I answer your words? You are violating my rights. I can report to you."

"Oh I don't think the people at Scotland Yard have the time to bother you." If those dumb cops at Scotland Yard were so unaware he wouldn't mind fixing them up for the government, guaranteed to be an experience the station will never forget lesson!

"You think I'm afraid to call? I'll call now!"

"From now until 5 pm, I allow you to find a time to say goodbye to John. After that, you are not allowed to have any relationship with him in any sense. John Watson will be Sherlock's legal partner and will You are a member of our Sherlock Holmes family, and you, leaving the UK is the best choice." Mycroft, who was not subject to Mary's threats at all, directly and clearly showed his bottom line, and then asked a symbolic question after speaking. : "Are there any other questions?"

"You are forcing!" Mary raised her voice unbearably.

"No no no I just gave you the choice to survive, ex-Miss Secret Service."

"you!!"

"Although I only have a little influence in the British government, I can still be considered to be quite comfortable in investigating and monitoring your matter."

"...I still have things to deal with before I can leave." Mary glared at McCoff angrily. If she could, she really wanted to shoot the man who knew her previous identity and used it to blackmail her. , and then succumbed to the ashes and then destroyed the corpse, but in the end she could only give this kind of compromise answer.There is no way, this man has indeed grasped her most lethal weakness, she can only succumb.

"Very good! Mary Morstan, you are a smart woman." Mycroft stood up from the chair, threw the pen on the desk, and easily walked around the desk to Mary's side, leaning close to her ear Gentle warning: "I don't care what you are going to do, if I find that you ruin the relationship between my brother and John or the wedding, I think you should understand what will happen to an illegally infiltrated agent from another country who is discovered Encounter?"

The color of Mary's beautiful face faded instantly, turning pale.

"By the way, please help me call the best dentist in the clinic, thank you very much." Mycroft walked out with his back turned and waved to her, muttering to himself in a very low voice: "I've eaten a lot of sweets recently, my teeth are really not strong..." The author has something to say: every morning at 7 o'clock, it will be updated on time, and I hope you will add a lot of collections n_n)