[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

The relationship between Mycroft and Sherlock can be described as intricate, and sometimes even tense.

But Sherlock and Mycroft were also brothers who loved each other for a while, but after entering adolescence, Sherlock went further and further away from the path of being a bear child.

"You're getting fat again, Mycroft."

"On the contrary." Mycroft just retorted symbolically to Sherlock's provocation, "I believe you have met the Princess of Wales today."

"Francis?" Sherlock had already deleted these useless information. If there was anyone special and related to McCoff today, it was Francis.

"Her Royal Highness Francis Alexandra Victoria, Princess of Wales." Mycroft said her full name, and his tone was a bit complicated when he mentioned the name, "This princess is not a casual goldfish."

"Of course. I didn't even know you were teaching a goldfish." Sherlock snorted coldly, and he raised his eyebrows. "She's investigating Diana's case."

"Francis has a very good relationship with her mother." McCoff had already estimated that Diana's influence on Francis was more profound than him.

He had tried to rid Francis' world of the negativity of Diana's death, but he had failed.

Mycroft seldom fails, except against Sherlock.

Francis has become obsessed with Diana, and it is far better to block it, at least he can control everything.

But Francis met Sherlock, but it was unexpected by McCoff, even beyond his expectation.

"Your desire to control has increased again, Mycroft. It's as hopeless as your hairline weight." Sherlock raised his chin sarcastically.

Mycroft didn't speak. He remembered that the seven-year-old princess told him if he was willing to help her survive in this cruel reality. He made a promise and would definitely keep it.

"If Francis asks you for a favor, there's only one thing you need to do, and that's to help her."

"No. Diana's business is obviously boring." Sherlock refused without thinking.

"If you promise, I won't stop Lestrade from giving you the case."

"No."

"Sherlock." Mycroft called Sherlock's name calmly, his green eyes seemed to have stars, "Ibegyou (I beg you)"

Ibegyou

Sherlock seldom heard Mycroft say such a thing, except that he had to accompany his mother to the play, he had hardly heard it.

Sherlock's ten fingers crossed into a tower shape, his eyes looked at Mycroft's expressionless face, his brother's mask was still the urge to tear it off for ten years.

"Mycroft, don't get too involved."

"I didn't, Sherlock."

"How do you know you don't?"

"Investment is not a good thing."

"Why not?" Sherlock looked at Mycroft with burning eyes, "Youarelonely."

There seemed to be a glimmer of light in Mycroft's eyes, he paused and calmly retorted: "I am not lonely (I am not lonely)."

"How do you know you're not alone?" Sherlock rebelled. He observed Mycroft, looking for a breakthrough under his mask. He never succeeded until he met Francis. The tip of the iceberg beneath the mask.

But apparently this attempt failed.

Sherlock looked at Mycroft's calm face and thought viciously.

Mycroft didn't continue the topic, and he didn't want to prove to Sherlock whether he was alone or not.

Francis was smarter than Mycroft had expected.

On the day when the truth of Diana's death came to light, for Francis, whether it was rebirth or destruction was no longer within the scope of Mycroft's predictions.

After all, Francis is no Sherlock.

"If she comes to ask me for help, then she is a client. I will help." Although Sherlock often fights with the Mycroft brothers, they have always been consistent in major matters, and Sherlock has not yet played off.

What's more, he found a very interesting thing.

The relationship between McCoff and Francis is far from being as simple as it seems on the surface.

At least, with Sherlock's knowledge, the fat man will not take care of a little goldfish casually.

Even, his brother was like him, they were all alone.

Two weeks passed in a hurry, and Francis returned to the United States. He couldn't say that he was back, but he could only say that he went to the United States again.

She didn't let anyone send her off, after all, 21 years old is no longer a child.

It was Nolan who picked her up in Los Angeles, California.

Francis raised the corners of his lips and gave Nolan a hug: "I miss you. Nolan."

"If you don't send me to the headlines anytime, anywhere, I will miss you." Nolan grabbed Francis' shoulders and asked, "You haven't answered the question I asked on the phone last time."

"Didn't you already know the answer?" Francis cast a sideways glance at Nolan casually, "The most important thing right now is not my feelings."

"I've already contacted Neil. He has agreed to sell those paintings." Nolan said, "But you are really good at drawing. It's a pity to be a scientist."

"Come on." Francis accepted Nolan's strange compliment, "You are a computer player, don't you have a job just like me?"

"...Forget it, what do I care about with you." Nolan tilted his head, and opened the car door for Francis: "Is there any clue?"

Francis got into the car and turned on the music, and waited for Nolan to get in the car before he whispered, "There are some eyebrows. Someone deliberately delayed the treatment and caused my mother's death. This matter is far from that simple."

What she knew through McCaw was just the tip of the iceberg. No matter how many times she thought about it, she still couldn't grasp the truth of the matter, as if she was walking alone on the edge of a cliff in a fog. After all, it was too far away for her to be her husband's guiding light.

Even if she took his arm, he taught her himself.

But for Francis, McCoff and her, it's a high mountain.

She is always looking up to him.

This is the furthest distance.

"Nolan." Francis called Nolan's name lightly. Her blue eyes, like those of Concubine Diana, looked ahead and were slightly hazy. "After my mother died, I kept having a strange dream. I dreamed that I Falling, falling from the air into the sea, sinking all the time, the sunlight in my eyes is getting weaker and weaker. But I fell into a deep sea deeper than the Mariana Trench, and the fall will never end."

Nolan was silent for a while, then he patted her on the shoulder: "Does Holmes know?"

"I don't know." Francis leaned back in the chair, "I never told anyone."

"Why? You trust him." But don't tell him.

Francis sighed, and she turned up the music in the car a little more: "Mycroft and I disagree on one thing. He doesn't want me to find out all the truth. What he wants is for me to find out the truth." to the truth he gave."

Nolan knew that Concubine Dai's matter might not be as simple as they imagined.

"Siss."

In the car, I remembered Adele's "makeyoufeelmylove"

"Nolan, I know he's protecting me. But the nightmare keeps me falling. It keeps haunting me. I'm like Stalin in The Silence of the Lambs. I'm always in the dark until I find out the truth about my mother. Fall." When Francis faced her mother's death, she was calmer than the other two elder brothers. She suppressed her emotions and turned her mother's death into her own obsession.

In the end, I don't know whether she is controlling her emotions or whether her emotions are controlling her.

In her nightmare, she once heard a calm and warm voice.

It asks: Are you waiting for someone to rescue you?

Her answer in the dream.

No one in this world can save me, I have fallen...

The author has something to say: I am sorry that the recent nurse qualification examination has been suspended for a few days.