[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

After Francis and Neil met in a New York cafe, Neil left first, and Frances sat in the cafe sipping her Irish coffee.

"Can I do this?"

A sweet goddess sounded, and Francis looked up and saw her bright red hair, pretty and bright girl.

Francis recognized her.

"Of course. I didn't expect you to take the initiative to come to me. Alice? Or Jessica?" Francis tilted his head and invited her to take a seat.

"Charlotte. You can call me Charlotte. Your Royal Highness." Charlotte took a seat.

"Don't call me Your Highness, this is New York, the United States. In the future, I will still call me Your Highness Princess wherever I go. Charlotte, what do you want to drink, I will treat you."

"Blue Mountain Coffee."

Francis ordered a glass of Blue Mountain and refilled a glass of Ireland. She smiled and looked at the red-haired girl opposite: "I really don't know how to express my thanks, Charlotte. Caitlin Ford's hypnosis can really It's brainwashed. You can't imagine I've had this headache for a week. Moriarty always has so many people on his staff."

"No, no, I don't think that Caitlin Ford is Moriarty's subordinate. I think Caitlin Ford and Moriarty have the same status. Even, I think this woman is more terrifying than Moriarty. above the pedicle." Charlotte frowned and was very afraid of this, "If it's just Moriarty, I just need to seek protection from our big detective."

Francis was lost in thought. Indeed, if Caitlin Ford was Moriarty's man, he would not have passed Moriarty to call her.

The last time she escaped in a car accident, Moriarty blatantly sent a text message to express her condolences.

Moriarty likes to show his strength, and he likes to text you after teasing you to show off his strength.

"You're right. Ford called me later." Francis narrowed his eyes. "Moriarty should prefer Holmes. But Ford was only targeting me."

"Yes, Ford's hypnosis and brainwashing of you are more personal. Strictly speaking, I think she hates you." Charlotte took a sip of Blue Mountain coffee, "Oh, this tastes great."

"Hate me? This just proves that I'm not popular with dollars, euros or yuan." Francis pouted, and she took a sip of cream. "However, I haven't seen her before."

"Well, I'm going to ask you, Francis. Have you ever snatched someone's boyfriend?" Charlotte's emerald green eyes smiled.

Francis stared wide-eyed and muttered, "It's impossible, I haven't had a boyfriend before."

"Have you had a boyfriend since you were 21 this year?" Charlotte looked at Francis in surprise, "Wait, you're still Virgin, right?"

Francis choked on the coffee, which was a familiar topic, and she wiped the coffee near her mouth with a napkin: "Ahem, I was asked this question twice a month, but the last time was an affirmative sentence."

Charlotte just wanted to ask 'who took her first question', and when she heard the affirmative sentence, she had the answer in her heart: "He dared to ask such a question, and he is still a virgin at 28, doesn't he feel ashamed? "

"Why are you ashamed? He is Sherlock Holmes." Francis shrugged, with a smile on his face.

Charlotte: You're so right, I'm speechless.

Charlotte was speechless for a while and laughed: "You are right, he is the only consulting detective in the world, there is something he can't say."

"You can't imagine at all..." Francis' mouth curled up when he recalled the scene.

The two women chatted for a while, and Francis finally remembered something.

"Oh, by the way, how are you and Finch? Have you met?" Francis ate up the cream of the Irish coffee, and then began to taste the bitter coffee.

"How do you know it's Finch and not someone else?" Charlotte glanced curiously at the calm Francis.

Francis looked up and landed on the young Miss Einstein, and smiled: "Because I only saved him and Nathan, and Nathan is dead, so it's not considered a successful rescue. And what you said is that you are an important person." Private man. Sounds like someone's catchphrase."

Charlotte stroked her hair coquettishly: "You know, I still don't know what his last name is?"

"He is really, very private. But my identity is not bad. At least there is no public photo before William's wedding." Francis began to miss those days.

Seeing Francis's outfit, Charlotte smiled and said, "You've successfully disguised yourself now."

Speaking of which, Charlotte paused, she took a sip of coffee and looked at Francis: "Francis, do you know where Finch is?"

Francis stirred the coffee, her blue eyes looked at Charlotte, who kept smiling, and did not miss the worry in her emerald green eyes, she put down her coffee spoon, folded her hands into a tower shape: "It seems that you understand something .We're all being watched, I can't really put it into words."

"Of course." Charlotte nodded, "You know me."

"That's true." Francis frowned and thought of an appropriate word, "His job is very dangerous. His partner is very good. I admit it. However, the enemy is too powerful. He wants more than just Just a partner. He needs an army."

"Army? I can't get him an army."

"You know, Sherlock. About your father. The less people know the better. The human heart is a terrible thing. Sometimes it's not a matter of black and white. The invincible thing in this world is knowing How to use the rules.” Francis took out a pen from his bag and wrote a string of phone numbers on the tissue provided by the coffee shop, “If you need anything, just call this number. And always There is Plan B."

Charlotte looked at the princess who was younger than her, and she showed more maturity than she imagined. She took the tissue, glanced at the numbers on it, and then burned it. Then use coffee as a fire extinguisher.

"You are cautious, Charlotte."

Charlotte curled her lips into a smile, and her delicate face became vivid: "Well, you can't even imagine what I did during the journey of becoming a tadpole to find my father. Be careful, I may have already into the arms of God."

"Wow, at least I know a flower shop owner and a psychiatrist assistant." Francis shrugged and smiled.

"It's just an easy period. If you still live in Baker Street, you can help look after my flower shop. Here is the key." Charlotte took out a key to Francis, "In return, I can give you a little more about Sai unique information."

"You seem to know Seth well."

"I'm an intelligence agent. I went to Italy in college and joined Seth there. At first it was just to support myself." Charlotte chuckled, "But I covered up my appearance at the time. Disguised myself as that A lonely college student. At first I thought Seth was a mysterious organization of scientists. There are many mathematicians and biologists there. My surname is Einstein, and there is always some ancestral talent in my blood. But day by day , I felt something was wrong.”

"The top leaders of the whole organization are Egyptians. But what's interesting is that none of them are Muslims, Muslims, but they pretend to be Muslims." Charlotte felt goosebumps all over his body when he thought of the party, "and The dialogue that the high-level people spoke to each other was in ancient Egyptian. The whole organization was weird, the weirdest thing, those Egyptians didn't believe in Allah, they worshiped the god Amun and there was a young man..."

"Little Caesar," Francis said, "what do they want so many scientists for?"

"I think they are doing biological research. But they hired a lot of chemists to study gunpowder. I don't know exactly what they are going to do. I only know that they are collecting technology and power." Charlotte pursed her lips, "As far as I know, they planned a lot of the riots in Cairo and a lot of the Italian Mafia clashes were planned by them."

Francis frowned: "It sounds like they are only active in Italy and Egypt. What was the car accident in Paris 14 years ago for?"

"I don't know about this. It was before I joined. They have been keeping secret about this matter. But judging from the method of the incident and subsequent cover-up, it should be planned for a long time." Charlotte said.

"Close to the truth means that the answer has not been found, and I have left the last piece of the puzzle."

Francis' blue eyes were very calm, but Charlotte saw the rough sea in these eyes.

The author has something to say: Princess Francis is that kind of superficially calm, but in fact, she has already thought about various plans from Plan A to Z in her heart on how to kill the other party without being discovered.