[Shen Xia] Tricked away a big detective

After returning to London, Fulla met Mycroft for the first time at Watson's wedding.

Seeing her former immediate boss again, she was a little nervous: "Well, I'll go see if Mary needs help, you guys talk first!" After finishing speaking, she ran away.

The two Holmes brothers had a speechless expression, and Mycroft spoke first: "To be honest, I still don't understand what you are looking for in her." He hesitated for a moment, then continued: "I thought you Would appreciate a smarter woman."

Sherlock glanced back at Fulla, she ran over and said something to the bride, his face softened: "I don't see any difference from other people."

"Okay! Okay!" Mycroft really couldn't stand his brother's stupid look of falling in love. He felt that if he stayed there for a second, his eyes would be hot: "You put this away, to be honest, I still don't know I don't really trust Shirley."

Sherlock looked at what Mycroft threw over: "Identification?" He flipped through it: "Shirley Holmes?"

"Just put it away yourself, don't give it to her." Mycroft warned: "This can still hold her back for the time being."

"What's your bald head thinking!" Sherlock flipped the card over in his hand, "She's not my subordinate, I don't need to lure her!"

"I hope you can always maintain this confidence, my dear brother." Mycroft walked out: "Maybe one day you will appreciate my prudence."

"Wait!" Sherlock stopped Mycroft and walked out of the church with him: "The documents you showed me about Fulla directly started from her mission. What was her identity before?"

"Charlie." Mycroft replied, "You should know that even if the agents leave and return to their families, we still have the responsibility to keep some things secret for them."

"Come on!" Sherlock rolled his eyes: "Strictly speaking, Fulla is not a qualified agent at all. She almost acts on intuition, and she has only a half-knowledge in many aspects."

"She did join us later." Mycroft nodded: "But she is a very obedient soldier, as long as the instructions are correct, she can complete the task."

"So why did she become a subordinate of you, the spy chief? Also, where is she from? Her appearance is obviously British, but judging from the bones and development of her hands and feet, she grew up at a very young age. She has been in a state of malnutrition for a long time." Sherlock frowned: "If she grew up in a poor area when she was young, with no parents, no household registration, how could she have such a good family? Skills? No, it's not good skills, her fighting is almost non-technical, very direct, and she has not received professional training."

"I did train her on that." Mycroft nodded with the tip of his umbrella, "but her years of habits can't be changed."

"Habits for many years?" Sherlock bit the word: "What is her origin?"

"Think about it yourself!" Mycroft got into the car, and Sherlock grabbed the car window unwillingly: "I have thought about it a lot, maybe it is an orphan living in a war zone, or a killer raised by an underground organization since childhood." , but I ruled out all these possibilities one by one." He quickly analyzed: "She seems to have popped out of another world!"

"Eliminate all the impossibilities, and the remaining impossibilities are the truth." Mycroft looked at Sherlock from the car: "You said it yourself."

Mycroft's car had already driven away. Sherlock stood there thinking about something, and after a long time turned around and returned to the church.

They drank a lot of wine that night, and when he opened his eyes the next day and habitually touched her, Fulla woke up?He rubbed his forehead and sat up.

"Fula!" he called, but no one answered him.Where did you go?He felt a little dazed, and when he collected himself, he took a closer look at the room he was in.No, this is not 221B Baker Street.

It was 56 Queens Road, one of the houses he rented before moving into 221B Baker Street.He walked around the room, and all the furnishings were completely consistent with his memory, so the question now is, why did he return to this point in time, and how can he return to reality?

Maybe life here is also one of reality?Only one day later, Sherlock accepted that he went back to the past. At this time, Mycroft hadn't been mixed up with the title of intelligence chief, and he was also a visiting professor at Oxford University. He was not yet a detective, and the head of Scotland Yard was very wary of him at this time. If Greg hadn't been able to get some internal information for himself occasionally, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to get in touch with the case in the first place.

The only thing I'm not used to is that Fulla is gone.Sherlock was lying on the bed alone at night, feeling a little empty, he subconsciously glanced to the side, and there was no longer a little girl with crooked eyes hugging his arms and acting coquettishly.He grabbed a pillow and hugged it in his arms: "I miss you very much."

"I've said it! There is no one named Shirley in my place!" Mycroft walked quickly as if he couldn't bear it: "You have already hacked into our system! There is no such person!"

Sherlock followed him step by step: "I know you hid her! After all, you still want to use her to deal with the most popular candidate for the French president, Lussacco, so as to bring down the biggest candidate for the British government, who is firmly in your position." Obstacle Molagrad!"

"I can't even understand what you're talking about!" Mycroft just wanted to escape from his younger brother who didn't know what was going on recently: "Shirley Shirley Shirley, such an ordinary name, you bet you are standing in the middle of the road now Shout out, at least three Shirleys will stand up and respond to you!"

"Don't play dumb, Mike!" Sherlock stopped him: "Her first mission is in three months, at this time you should start training her no matter what!"

"Listen to Xiali!" Mycroft waved his hand to try to calm down his bewildered younger brother: "I'm going to my parents' place to spend this family day with them, if you don't want to go back, please don't harass me !"

"As long as you tell me!" Sherlock was not to be outdone: "I promise to turn around and leave immediately, and there is no need for us to meet again from now on!"

"Oh!" Mycroft was simply convinced: "How much I miss the way you sat behind the desk and refused to go home with me half a month ago! At least my little brother didn't have paranoia at that time."

"I didn't—oh what the hell!" The conversation (argument) between the two brothers was interrupted by a scream: "What happened there!"

They ran over, and a few people were watching something in a circle, and a few panicked passers-by muttered words like "crazy" and "disgusting".

Very strong smell of blood.The two brothers looked at each other, pushed aside the crowd and walked in. A big dog—or the corpse of a dog, was brutally cut open and died on the road. Kneeling and sitting next to him in a defensive posture that could attack, he frowns and scans the people who are pointing fingers at him.

Sherlock stared dumbfounded at Fulla who was sitting on the ground. After looking around, she found nothing, so she crawled to the dead dog's intestines, turned it aside, and took out a stick from under its stomach. The sausage was about to be stuffed into his mouth.

Sherlock couldn't take it anymore, he strode over with his long legs, and was about to kick the dirty sausage away from Fulla's hand, but just as he stretched out his foot, Fulla took out a bloody dagger from her waist and pointed at him. stabbed through his calf.

Mycroft hurriedly rushed up to push Sherlock away, the dagger only scratched his trouser leg. Seeing that there were still people trying to grab food from her at this time, Fulla hid the sausage in her lapel and held it up. Dagger looked at Sherlock warily.

Sherlock looked at her with a complicated expression. At this time, Fulla was so thin that almost only a skeleton remained, her face was full of defense, and her whole body was full of aggression.He tentatively called out, "Shirley?"

Fulla looked at Sherlock hesitantly: "You know me?"

Sherlock really didn't expect Fulla to appear in this situation, he held back for a long time and asked, "Let me take you to eat."

Unexpectedly, after he finished his words of kindness, Fulla turned around and ran away without a trace.Mycroft praised: "Quick reaction, this woman should have not eaten for about three days, and she can kill such a big wolfhound with her bare hands." He glanced at Sherlock who seemed to be lost, and asked: "You've been looking for her? But she doesn't seem to know you at all. You said I would train her to assassinate Lusako?" He looked in the direction where Fulla ran away: "Lusako I like this kind of wild woman, I think you are paying attention."

"Don't even think about it!" Sherlock turned around and walked back: "She's mine!"

"What do you want her to do!" Mycroft chased after him and asked, "Isn't it enough that you have Mr. Skeleton! It doesn't matter, I have to find her!"

"Really!" Sherlock stopped suddenly, and looked at Mycroft with a sarcasm: "Then look at our information, who is faster!"

In the end, it was Sherlock's waif squad that won.On a certain rainy day, he held an umbrella and walked under a bridge hole.

"There is a bungalow that is about to be demolished three kilometers away." Sherlock stood beside Fulla and asked, "Why don't you go there to hide from the rain?"

Fulla squatted on the ground. I don't know what she did during this time. The clothes have been changed into a set of women's ready-to-wear, and she looks a little fatter: "It's pretty good here." She raised her head: "You who is it?"

"My name is Sherlock Holmes."

"Sherlock Holmes." Fulla repeated his name: "You are so kind! There is food everywhere, and you don't have to worry about being bitten at any time. Ah, I really hope Elsa can come over."

"Aisha?" Sherlock asked suspiciously, having never heard the name before.

"She must have been eaten." Fulla shrugged: "There are only two of us left. When I ran out of the forest, I heard her screaming behind me. There was nothing I could do." She suddenly laughed: "As a result, I came here as soon as I left the forest. Maybe I'm already dead. This is heaven!"

"When a person dies, he dies, and he will not go to heaven or hell." Charlotte suppressed the doubts in her mind, and whispered, "Are you going to live here forever?"

"No." Fulla replied, "I'm going to find something to do. I can't do anything else, but I'm strong, so I can still do physical work."

"Then." Sherlock held out his hand to her: "I am willing to hire you, as long as you keep me safe."

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