[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

After Francis got off the train in Munich, Germany, he spent an hour going to a handicraft shop to pick up a pure wooden cane.

The whole body of the cane is black wood, which is a typical gentleman's cane.

Originally, Sherlock thought it was for Mycroft, but after visually measuring the length of the cane, he immediately denied it.

Although the fat man's weight is full of slots, his height has indeed raised the average level of men in England.

With the long box packed, Francis used his mobile phone to book two plane tickets to London.

"A present?" Sherlock asked, raising an eyebrow.

Francis nodded, holding the gift: "Yes. It is not so easy to maintain a friendship."

They went to the airport, and Francis sent the gift to the United States. When she turned around, she saw Sherlock's thoughtful eyes.

"What Sherlock?"

Sherlock looked at Francis meaningfully: "You like him and depend on him, but you can't trust him without reservation."

They all knew what Sherlock said about him.

Francis walked side by side with Sherlock at the airport, and she didn't answer his question directly: "You compete with him, hate him, mock him, but respect him, defend him, and always stand by his side. Along the way you Texted him a lot. Even if you keep your secrets about what we did, you can't keep it from Mycroft."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows. This princess can indeed bring surprises to Holmes: "But you can. You have done a lot of things without telling Mycroft. Even he can't find out everything, because..." He cared you.

Francis interrupted Sherlock to say, "Mycroft and I disagree on only one thing."

"Diana," said Sherlock quickly, "your mother."

Francis nodded: "Mycroft knew that I couldn't stop me from seeking the truth, so he began to hide the truth. Maybe the truth has affected the current international situation, but I don't care. McCoff does."

"I don't think so." Sherlock said quickly, "If he cares, why did the Chechen war break out?"

Francis shrugged, not expressing her opinion on this.

The two got on the plane together.

Sherlock was sitting next to Francis, and suddenly he said, "Why don't you become my client? I can help you."

"No. Like Mycroft taught you, Sherlock. If I let you in, you have to understand that I'm a paranoid. Especially on my mother's side." Francis' blue eyes looked into Xia In Locke's eyes, "If I let you move in, maybe you will be hurt (if I let you join, maybe you will be hurt) this is my reason for refusing."

At first Francis might have thought of seeking help from the world's only consulting detective, but then she dismissed the idea.

And not just because Sherlock is Mycroft's younger brother.

Although this accounts for the vast majority of reasons.

New York, USA

In a restaurant, a man in a three-piece suit with glasses is having lunch with a man in a suit opposite him.

One of them was looking at a copy of The New York Times with the front page headline "Princess of Wales Makes Major Breakthrough in Super String Theory."

The man wearing glasses looked at the beautiful and delicate blonde girl in the newspaper, and finally knew that when we first met, the 17-year-old girl said, 'You will know who I am when you see my face in the newspaper'

Indeed, he knew now.

Her Royal Highness Francis Alexandra Victoria, Princess of Wales, youngest daughter of the Prince of Wales and Princess Diana.

He also understood what she was using that machine for.

"Princess of England?" The man in the suit on the opposite side raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. "I really didn't expect such a number one character to appear in the mascot family. Scientist."

"The whole world is in shock." Mr. Glasses folded the newspaper squarely.

"I met her brother Henry in Afghanistan. He's a good soldier." The man in the suit opposite could see Mr. Glasses' absent-mindedness. "Hey, Finch, are you listening?"

"Ah, yes. Mr. Reaser."

His mind wandered to 2007, a special year for him and Francis.

Seventeen-year-old Victoria Wales, a college student from MIT, approached him wearing a smiling mask.

He could see the indifference in her eyes at a glance.

"Terrorists are out of luck, my mother doesn't like them to have horrific consequences."

She led the machine to the government through high-level British go-betweens, and even suggested that he leave a back door, don't trust the government too much.

She later helped him survive and became the current Harold Finch.

Finch received a text message from Francis, which contained a string of codes, a word of caution, and a simple word from Egyptian mythology.

Dorset.

Set was originally the god of strength, war, storm, desert and outlanders in Egyptian mythology.He protects the caravans in the desert, but at the same time sends sandstorms to attack them.He is the son of Geb and Nut, the husband of Nephthys, and one of the nine pillars.

Seth is usually depicted as a jackal-headed deity with oblong ears and a protruding beak.Some believe this is actually a depiction of a dirt pig, or another yet-to-be-identified beast.In addition to the animals mentioned above, Set is sometimes depicted with the head of an antelope, donkey, crocodile, or hippopotamus.

Set is the chief culprit who killed Osiris and is the god of evil.

After Finch knew Francis' identity, he understood what she meant.

Seth is related to her mother, and this string of codes is the back door key to the machine.

The Victoria Wales he knew always had Plan B.

Francis is a person who respects Finch's privacy. He never asks him about his past, nor does he test him like Riise. Getting along with her makes people feel comfortable.

When Finch was tortured by the number of the machine, Francis only gave him a name and a word.

John Reaser, partner.

Francis always knows something that others don't.

She can always do what others can't.

Just like the research on "Super String Theory" mentioned in the newspaper.

She can always know what you want, but she can provide all useful suggestions without arousing your disgust, instead of a few words of comfort.

Finch memorized the code and deleted the text message, completely.

The same text message Francis also sent to Nolan and Neil, and a Blackhat with the code name BlackQueen who often communicated with her on the hacker website.

"Hey, Garcia. What's the matter?" Rhett watched Garcia stare blankly at the computer screen for a second, and there was a code he couldn't understand on the screen.

Garcia shook his head quickly: "Nothing."

Of course I can't tell you.

That was a request from Joker, the master hacker.

No matter what, she wants to help this god and that god.

"What's the matter?" Pete looked at Neil who received the text message.

Neil blinked at him, and said proudly, "Oh, someone asked me to have afternoon tea."

Pete frowned: This peacock is in heat at the wrong time and place.

"What's the matter, Nolan?" Emily looked at Nolan frowning at the phone.

"It's Siss. It seems that she has some clues about her mother, Ems." Nolan said, he wondered if Mr. Holmes knew about it too.

"Does she need help? Are you going over there?"

"No. Someone will take good care of her. That person will definitely not let Siss have trouble." Nolan was considering whether to tell the gentleman Francis' dream story.

But Francis had only told him.

If that gentleman knows about it.

Will he not see the sun tomorrow? !

The author has something to say: I’ve been watching Suspect Tracking recently, tsk tsk tsk, good drama