[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"Boss, our cameras at the station caught Her Highness. She bought a ticket to London. The name used was Nicole Portman."

"Boss, the surveillance on Baker Street has captured Her Royal Highness. She has entered 221b."

What?

Baker Street has at least three world-class killers.

"Prepare the car and go to Baker Street immediately." Mycroft was worried that the princess was alone in a safe place.

Oh, what the hell.

Why was she going to Baker Street?

Mrs. Hudson also had the same doubts about the sudden appearance of the princess on Baker Street, but she was more happy to see the princess recovering.

"Sherlock is not here, Francis. He is busy restoring his honor." Hudson received the princess warmly.

"I took the liberty of calling. Mrs. Hudson. Is there anyone else in the house?" Francis asked casually.

"Yes, the plumbing is a little broken, and a neighbor came to help fix it. Are you still living in 221C? Mycroft has been paying rent on time."

When Hudson mentioned Mycroft, Francis couldn't help but froze for a moment with a polite smile on his face, and then put a decent smile on his face again.

"Of course, it's a nice place, isn't it?"

"I'll make you a cup of tea. How about black tea?" asked Mrs. Hudson.

"It couldn't be better," Francis said.

She followed Mrs. Hudson upstairs and saw the bald man, how could he be an enthusiastic neighbor just by his appearance.

Francis looked calmly at his toolbox, her eyes sharpened, and she sat on the same England-flag cushion sofa Watson used to sit on.

"Let me bring you all a cup of tea. You have worked hard, Elgar."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Hudson."

Francis was facing the glass, and the daytime light shines through the window to brighten the dark room. She asked Mrs. Hudson, "This light makes me uncomfortable. Can I close the curtains?"

"Of course, dear, I can turn on the light." Mrs. Hudson asked worriedly. "Are you all right, Francis?"

"Oh, thank you for your concern, Mrs. Hudson. I am in good health." Francis gently closed the curtains, turned his head and smiled at Mrs. Hudson, "It's just that I just recovered and wanted to see old friends, so I just Come over to Baker Street. You know I've been autistic for almost a year now. Something is different."

When Mrs. Hudson was making tea, she found that Sherlock had no sugar here, so she went down to get sugar. Francis politely suggested that she go down to help. Mrs. Hudson patted her pale face: "No, dear. I'll be there soon." good."

Francis nodded, and when Mrs. Hudson disappeared around the corner, she suddenly turned around, kicked his toolbox away suddenly, and came towards the bald man's liver.

"Boss, this is the latest surveillance from 221B." Anthea handed McCoff the latest transmission video.

McCoff clicked on the video, and a slender voice stood in front of the window of 221B. The daylight shone on her brilliant blond hair and slightly pale face. She stretched out her hand and slowly closed the curtains.

Mycroft frowned, and the camera was immediately switched to indoors. Francis kicked the toolbox away, and the toolbox rushed to the kitchen, and the gun in the box flew out. The force of the ear hit him.

In this regard, Anthea deeply mourned the boss's future life.

If this is domestic violence in the future, with the boss's increasing force against the five scum, this... this... this is definitely the one who gets beaten up.

In the next second, the killer would hug Francis by the waist and slam her against the wall.

Anthea resisted her desire to cover her mouth, but in the end, Francis poked his eyelids with his fingers and directly pressed his eyeballs and peripheral nerves. Elgar let go of his hand in pain, and Francis fell to the ground. on the ground.

But she stood up quickly, punched him on the left temple, and then kicked to the male special part.

Anthea couldn't help but said, "It must be very painful."

Mycroft cast a cool glance over, which made Anthea shiver all over.

Francis stepped on his special part and completely suppressed him. After all, the opponent is the world's top killer. Francis squeezed his head and temple a few times. After confirming that he was unconscious, he turned him over and put his hands and feet on his back. Come to a big tie.

"It doesn't work when I'm old, I forgot where I put my sugar cubes...OMG..." Mrs. Hudson laughed at her age as she went upstairs and saw the scene where Francis kidnapped people, her hands The box of sugar cubes in it fell to the floor.

"Hudson... Mrs. Hudson... can you pick up the suppressed gun that fell into the kitchen and put it away?" Francis felt a little out of breath after not exercising for a long time, she adjusted herself breath to Mrs. Hudson.

"Okay...okay..." Mrs. Hudson immediately went to the kitchen to pick up the gun, and asked hastily, "What should we do now? Is Elgar a bad guy?"

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson." Francis walked to Sherlock's room after tying it up, and immediately came out with a needle in her hand. She took out a bottle of potion with the word Valium written on it from her pocket, and she Take out all the liquid medicine in the medicine bottle and give Elgar an injection.

"Well, he won't wake up in three hours." Francis stood up and leaned against the sofa, and she glanced at the gun in Mrs. Hudson's hand, "I think you put it away. It won't go off."

Francis took out her cell phone and texted Sherlock, telling him that the crisis on Mrs. Hudson's side was over.

Mrs. Hudson made another cup of black tea for Francis, and Francis stroked her slightly messy hair from the fight, took the black tea and said thank you.

Francis had just taken a sip of hot black tea when the sound of a lock being unlocked came from below. She immediately put down the black tea and exchanged glances with Mrs. Hudson. She went to the kitchen and picked up the gun, letting Mrs. Hudson hide in her Behind him, go to the stairs and hold the gun to the door.

Then a tall man walked in.

"Mycroft?" Mrs. Hudson breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the man coming in.

Francis slowly lowered the gun, looking at McCoff with blue eyes, she handed the gun to Mrs Hudson and said to her, but did not take her eyes off McCoff.

"I guess we don't need to call the police. Can you deal with that guy in the living room? And the gun by the way."

"Of course." Mycroft nodded. He signaled Anthea to send someone to deal with it. He looked at Francis, "Alik, we need to talk."

"Yes, sir." Francis pursed his lips, went downstairs to McCoff, and McCoff opened the door for her.

Francis went out first, followed by Mycroft, he closed the door, and Francis stood by the car waiting for him.

"We don't ride, Eric."

Francis tilted his head and looked at Mycroft: "seriously? There are at least three world-class killers on this street. Are you sure we want to take a walk on this street."

"MI6 will take care of these people." Mycroft walked to Francis' side, "Let's go."

Francis took his arm naturally, and walked side by side with Mycroft on Baker Street.

"The sky in London is still as gray as usual." Francis looked up at the sky in London, "I haven't been to this city for a year."

"Yes, there is still no change in this city. Why did you suddenly run out of Windsor? Eric?"

Francis pursed her lips, she stopped, and looked at Mycroft with blue eyes: "It's a long story."

"I have time, Eric." Mycroft suppressed his anger. He ran to Baker Street because of Francis' disappearance again and ignored his own safety, and then fought with the killer with his bare hands.

Mycroft was so angry that his cavities protested.

"This morning, Charles stuffed me with a newspaper and told me that you couldn't come over because of Sherlock, and I saw Moriarty's headline on the front page of the newspaper." Francis paused, "In... I'm going to Before Italy, Moriarty and I made an agreement that during my trip to Italy, he would hold you and Sherlock for me and ensure the success of my plans in Italy, while I would only interfere with his plans in England. But Moriarty didn't stop you and Sherlock, so the agreement doesn't exist."

"When I saw that Moriarty was acquitted in the newspaper, I knew it was his conspiracy against Sherlock. If Sherlock is not dead, Moriarty will never give up." Francis licked Lips, "I know, you care about Sherlock, so I... come from Windsor, I'm here... to help Sherlock... I don't want you to break your heart because of losing Sherlock. This is what I don't want to see, because I Concerned about you. I know, what I did in Italy... hurt. I want to try to make amends."

The anger in Mycroft's heart faded slowly, he saw Francis standing in front of him like a child who made a mistake, he touched her frozen face: "I will not lose Sherlock, Eric I don't worry about that. I only worry about that one time, in Italy, on the beach of the Emerald Coast, when you don't have a heartbeat, you don't breathe."

At that time, Mycroft felt fear for the first time after sending Olos away, a kind of uncontrollable fear of watching life go by.

Mycroft's confession made Francis feel guilty. At this moment, she clearly knew that her behavior had made too many people sad.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"I forgive you."

He held her face and kissed her.

All the emotions at this moment are enough to express with a kiss.

At this moment, they will start a new chapter.

The author has something to say: From now on, it will start to be sweet.