[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

The morning in London was quiet and beautiful. Chloe flew into the house through the window as usual, trying to drag away the "Times" on Sherlock's desk. It turned its head bluntly to see if the owner was in the house.

I happened to see Nina reclining on the back of the sofa with her eyes closed. Papers were scattered on the table in front of the sofa. A corner of the newspaper and a picture of dancing figurines were exposed under several sheets of paper full of words.

Chloe flapped her wings, happily flew to Nina's shoulder, and pecked Nina's ear with her mouth.

"Well... good morning, Chloe." Nina rubbed her forehead, blinked in a daze, looked around, and turned her head to look at the energetic Chloe, "It's a good thing you didn't go back yesterday, lovely Miss, where have you been?"

After rubbing Nina's chin with her furry head, Chloe flew out of the window. After a while, Chloe flew back to Nina's side and threw a sealed letter onto the sofa.

Nina opened the letter and saw that the name written at the beginning was a letter from Professor Wilson. No, even without a name, Nina could guess who wrote the letter just by the tone of her voice.

Her short vacation is coming to an end.

Nina scratched her hair indiscriminately, with a frustrated expression on her face. She quickly read Professor Wilson's letter, and after making sure that there was no missing information, she put the letter into her pocket.

As for why Nina was here early in the morning, the reason is hard to explain. Probably Sherlock refused to rest, refused to cooperate, and was so dizzy that he kept telling a bunch of reasoning that Nina couldn't refute, to prove that he was in good condition.

Nina sighed, intending to put Professor Wilson's letter aside, to prepare for what will happen next, as well as this newspaper and picture, Nina leaned forward, and found out what she wanted from a pile of papers. Those two things I was looking for.

The downstairs door was knocked three times regularly.

Nina thought of Mrs. Hudson's travel and sorted it out briefly. She thought that the other party would leave during the time she was sorting out, but after a short time, there was another knock on the door downstairs.

Nina hurried downstairs and opened the door.It was a man in a suit and leather shoes who knocked on the door, holding a long black umbrella and briefcase in his hand.

"Hello, sir, is there anything I can do to help you?" Nina looked away from the black long-handled umbrella and showed a friendly smile.

"Miss Roberts, is my brother okay?" Mycroft asked solemnly in a low voice.

This is not like a simple inquiry. Nina blinked in confusion, and quickly equated the well-dressed man in front of her with Sherlock's brother. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "Come in, Holmes." gentlemen."

Nina suppressed the weird feeling in her heart, and invited McCoff upstairs, "Here it is, I hope you can persuade him to rest for a few days when he is sick." Nina said, ready to go back to her room directly, After all, Mycroft is not the client who came to ask for help, but Sherlock's brother.

"No, Miss Roberts, you'd better be here next time." Mycroft straightened his collar and stopped Nina who was about to go upstairs.

Nina didn't understand the meaning of Mycroft's move. Generally speaking, conversations between relatives would be more relaxed, but when outsiders were involved, this sense of relaxation would be instantly broken.

In the next second, Nina saw Sherlock wearing a black shirt, lying on the sofa, flipping through the things she put on the table.

Mycroft glanced at Sherlock who was not moving, pursed the corners of his mouth, and said seriously: "I just want to tell you something today, and I need you to investigate something, Sherlock."

"I'm very busy and I can't get away." Sherlock put down the newspaper with a relaxed expression.

"Don't worry about your small cases, this is a national important case."

"It's up to me," Sherlock said, walking to the window and looking out, a car was parked downstairs, "I have a case, Federal Agent, you would be happy to stay here , Mycroft."

Mycroft bit his lower lip, helpless at Sherlock's uncooperative attitude. He looked at Nina and handed out the briefcase in his hand, "Miss Roberts, you should persuade him, maybe he will listen to you."

Nina stood aside, intending to leave here immediately after the two of them were at war. She had never expected that the relationship between brothers would be like this, but it was a pity that McCoff changed the subject.

"I can't help it, sir."

Sherlock won't listen to anyone, and he didn't cooperate at all with what happened last night.

Nina recalled the fact that she had heroically stunned Sherlock yesterday and carried him back.

"You underestimated your abilities, Miss Roberts, how was the sofa last night?"

"It's not bad." Nina said casually, deliberately ignoring McCoff's mocking tone, "If there weren't two thieves breaking in."

After listening to Nina's words, Sherlock suddenly laughed out loud, and looked up at Mycroft.Mycroft forced a smile, put the briefcase on the table, "Think about it, goodbye, Miss Roberts." McCoff turned and left the room.

"Your relationship is weird...um...what did I say wrong?"

Nina looked at McCoff's leaving back in confusion. She probably didn't say anything she shouldn't have said, and even saved his brother's room from thieves last night.

"No," Sherlock replied, twitching the corner of his mouth, "how did I get back? I don't remember what happened last night."

"..." Nina couldn't resist Sherlock's X-ray gaze, and said awkwardly, "You have a high fever, very serious, I brought you back, and then two thieves came, I don't know what will happen again What happened, so, stay here."

"Oh, thank you." Sherlock glanced at Nina's figure that could be blown by a gust of wind. The long blond hair was not carefully groomed, and it was casually draped over her shoulders.

"how do you feel?"

"I'm fine, very fine, I don't need any rest, Nina." Sherlock said quickly, adjusted his collar, and stood up from the sofa, just like he usually accepts entrusted cases.

"Listen, footsteps, they will bring the information I want. They just talked to you yesterday, and they can't wait to find you today. The reason is self-evident."

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, Nina saw the figures of Jennifer and Rhett appearing at the door. Jennifer still had a warm smile on her face, which made people feel very cordial.

Jennifer nodded friendly to Nina, and said straight to the point: "We're in some trouble and need your help, Mr. Holmes, this is what we received yesterday, and we think it's very likely that the information has been specially encrypted. "

Jennifer looked serious, and handed the printed documents to Sherlock, "This document was left by Professor Roberts before his death, and it was sent by the California police yesterday."

Jennifer glanced at Nina and said apologetically, "Sorry, Miss Roberts, we didn't mention this to you."

With the letter in his hand, Sherlock sat back on the sofa, "I need you to describe him, let Miss Heat, exclude personal emotions."

Jennifer gently held Nina's somewhat cold right hand, "Relax, we will win in the end." Saying this, Jennifer glanced at Rhett and motioned for him to come, Rhett would be better at this.

"Simple," Sherlock added.

"He cares more about the past than the present, has strict requirements on himself, and is a bit headstrong."

"Traditionalist, the encryption he would have chosen, Virginia, Etterbash ... a more subtle encryption, oh yes, I should have thought of that, Latin, medicine, justifiable.

He would think that Latin was the only legitimate language, and he would not write such an article in English. "

Rhett thought for a while, he fully remembered the entire content of Professor Roberts's article, and could replace them in a short time, but what he didn't expect was that it was not an English article at all, but almost disordered Latin letters.

"He's emphasizing certain parts. He's integrated these important words into it, making it an ordinary medical article. We need to pick out these words." Rhett thought for a while, and suddenly interjected, "Yes "jump code"

"Yes, jumping yards, but not quite, there are others, and we're going to have some trouble, he's blurring the difference between English and Latin."

Sherlock turned his eyes away from the short document in his hand, and found Nina's final hard work last night and the missing person notice in the newspaper from the papers scattered on the table.

[similar encryption method]

Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth, and turned his eyes back in an instant, discovering something from a pile of Latin letters that seemed to be arranged at random.

Professor Roberts did not leave any more information, not fixed and regular jumping codes, the letters he extracted can be pieced together into many words, and he needs to sift through them.

"Get out." Sherlock said suddenly, "I want to enter the temple of my mind."

Jennifer looked at Rhett in surprise, this was the first time she heard someone say that.

"A way of remembering, Memory Palace, you may be more familiar with this name, we'd better go out." Nina said.

After the three of them withdrew, Rhett glanced at Jennifer, who was still a little confused, and explained: "As Miss Roberts explained, it is a mnemonic, it can be traced back to ancient Rome, you may remember Hannibal Lecter, JJ, and Hannibal used the memory palace to store those complicated medical records for a long time and achieve vivid memories."

"It's really scary." Jennifer said with emotion, "Most casinos would probably blacklist him if they knew about it." Jennifer had to think of the experience of playing cards with Reid. Never won.

Nina and the others didn't wait outside for too long, and soon, Sherlock walked out of the room.

"Project Turing, I must have written down the name somewhere... FBI, Miss Jean."