[Comprehensive Anglo-American] A genius report on love

Chapter 1's first encounter with the British government

", we'inis8:30a.m.theweatheriscloudy..."

After a long and boring flight, the pure and rigorous English spoken by the crew came from the radio.

Mia raised her head from the long and boring case report, she closed the notebook, and smoothed out the scattered light brown hair on the corner of her forehead. Under the thick black-rimmed glasses, there was a pair of bright dark green eyes, which seemed to be nearly ten years old. Hours of flying did not bring her too much fatigue.

She is not a person who likes to travel long distances. The jet lag caused by frequent changes of time zones will always make people feel a little anxious and sleepy. Fortunately, years of professional habits and good physical fitness can help her quickly to adapt to all this.

She simply packed her carry-on luggage, took her makeup bag, got up and walked to the bathroom, and asked the flight attendant to bring a cup of black coffee with half sugar.

The working hours are in the afternoon, and she doesn't have much time to rest. A refreshing cup of coffee is still necessary.

From New York to London, if it wasn't for the strong invitation from her college friends, she would not have left behind her hard-working bau colleagues in New York to accept this extra job - to go to the University of London to give a lecture on crime. Lectures on psychology.

Especially when the suspect in the case has just been successfully profiled and targeted.

Mia, her full name is Mia Malachi (mya·malachi), when she was first admitted to the fbi, she was an agent of the high-intelligence crime unit, and as a double doctorate in criminal psychology and human behavior degree, she was quickly transferred to bau (behavior analysis department) as a consultant, especially in the past two years, she has become a member of bau.

What she likes most is not the process of exploring the crime scene or publishing the profile of the suspect, but after the suspect is arrested, by observing his/her movements and expressions during the interrogation, analyzing every sentence of his/her confession, and further A step-by-step process of restoring each criminal act.

The way the suspect chooses to kill, the location of each knife or gun, the excitement, relief, melancholy, anxiety, and remorse every time he sees blood and corpses...all emotional expressions.

Analyze its causes, study its laws, and even predict its future...

All of this is why she loves this job.

The plane landed smoothly at Heathrow International Airport when Mia took her last sip of coffee.

The weather in London was as dark and damp as ever, with a nasty smell of decay.

Mia was wearing a beige dress and a windbreaker of the same color, and she was walking in the airport hall with a simple suitcase.

Through the glass wall, she saw the pattering rain outside.

Good, she forgot to prepare an umbrella again.

She didn't tell the university about her flight time, and wondered if she could easily call a taxi to the hotel at this time.

Mia walked towards the immigration with light steps, her black high-heeled shoes making regular noises on the marble floor, and she was thinking about whether she should find a place to have breakfast first.Although the food in London is not very good, it is still much better than airplane food.

"Miss Mia Malachi?" The staff member looked at her passport and repeated her name. In the English and American pronunciations, her name was pronounced differently, but fortunately she was used to it.

"Yes, it's me."

"Hello, Ms. Mia, please follow the staff this way." Before Mia could react, two tall men in black suits appeared beside her, leading her to a dedicated passage to the side.

"Excuse me, can you tell me what happened?" She didn't believe that the University of London attached great importance to her to the point where she had to check her flight in advance, and notified the airport to open a special channel for her.

"A gentleman would like to see you when it is convenient for you to work."

The man answered in a high-sounding manner.

But Mia soon understood.

"I think I shouldn't be allowed to refuse the gentleman's invitation you mentioned?"

"As you can see." While speaking, Mia had already arrived in front of a black car, and the man opened the door for her, "Ma'am, please."

Mia sat in the comfortable leather back seat without the slightest hesitation, "My speech is at 3:[-] pm, I hope you can send me to the destination in time, and send my luggage to the hotel for me. By the way, buy a bunch of Freshly blooming red roses, I remember loving Lalique's crystal vases, the colors of London are so dull."

Mia is a person who lives in crisis all the time and enjoys it. She will not show the slightest surprise or panic because of an unexpected visit from an unknown person.

On the contrary, she has always been a person who makes the best use of everything.

That person could easily track down her whereabouts, easily cross the customs at the airport and order someone to take her away, and he didn't worry about whether the meeting would be hindered because of her non-cooperation, which shows that he has a very background and strength people.

She has always been willing to fight strong opponents, and of course she is more willing to use their power to make her life easier and better.

The car stopped in front of an old-fashioned or even dilapidated building.

Diogenes Club.

Although there was no signboard here, Mia recognized it quickly.

She thought that she should know who the person who wanted to meet her was.

but……

Isn't it a bit ironic to have a conversation in such a place?

Or is he really just for "seeing" one side?

Mia got out of the car, and the door was pulled open just as her hand was about to touch it. Two young men in black dresses and bow ties leaned forward slightly, and made a "please" gesture to her.

Mia followed the direction they pointed, walked through the front hall, and walked all the way in along the corridor.

The old wooden floor made a weeping sound of "creaking" under the trample of high heels, and the whole building was so quiet that even the sound of breathing was unnecessary.

Mia stopped in front of a door on the left at the end of the corridor. The door was ajar, and there was a faint yellow light inside.

She opened the door and walked in, and glanced at the man who was reading an ancient English book on the old-fashioned patent leather sofa. The yellow light shone on the dark green leather, making people feel as if they had traveled through the times for a moment.

Mia didn't bother the other party, and sat down on the sofa opposite the man.The man pointed to a large brown envelope on the coffee table on her right.

Inside the envelope was a document, not too thick, about a case of one person.

Name: Sherlock Holmes

Sex: Male

Age: 32

Education: Department of Chemistry, University of Cambridge

Socioeconomic Status: Consulting Detectives

Marital Status: Single

Disease classification: antisocial personality disorder

Therapist: None

Treatment: undecided

External manifestations: indifferent, withdrawn, persistent, proud and conceited, once addicted to drugs, and relying on nicotine patches to keep his mind excited.Like reasoning, detective, reject and hate all ordinary things.

Past life history and current life situation: Born in a traditional family, received an orthodox British education, now lives in 221b Baker Street, the landlord Mrs. Hudson, had cohabitants, John h. Watson (married)...

Mia just flipped through the overview briefly, and didn't bother to study it carefully.

She admits that although she lives in the United States all year round, she has heard a little about this famous and eccentric fabled "consulting detective".

And the gentleman sitting on the sofa opposite her was also Sherlock's brother, Mycroft Holmes, a senior official of the British government.

Seeing Mia put down the folder, Mycroft also closed the heavy book in his hand and put it back on the bookshelf behind him. Then he got up, walked to the door, opened the door, and stood by the door and gave it to Mia. Ya gave a very gentlemanly and polite smile.

Mia nodded, the corners of her mouth curved into a beautiful arc, she got up and walked out of the room first.

Passing through the dark and silent corridor again, the attendant at the door presented Mycroft with his usual black umbrella.

Opening the umbrella, Mycroft stood at the door and made an inviting gesture to Mia, "If you have the honor, let me take this lady to enjoy the street view of London."

"I'm so happy." Mia stood under the umbrella generously, but subconsciously kept a few inches away from the other party.

This dull atmosphere made her a little cautious.

Although she has always been single, she has not experienced contact with the opposite sex in recent years.

When bau was out on the job, it often encountered rainy days. Every time, Morgan would hug her shoulders tightly with an umbrella, protecting her from the rain under his tall body.

Many times, she would discuss with Rhett all night because of some psychological or behavioral cases, and then fell asleep on the sofa in the living room leaning on each other.

But it's not like it is now, this man full of decadent political smell always has too much conspiracy in his eyes.

The two continued to walk silently on the wet street, Mia occasionally slowed down to look at the exquisite products displayed in the window around her, and the black car not far behind was still following unhurriedly.

Although Mia's curiosity had gained the upper hand, she didn't want to be the first to speak.

Mycroft, the man praised by Sherlock as the British government, is always good at using such silent oppression to deter others.

He is always high above you, facing you with an attitude of being in control of everything, making you wonder whether you have been seen through by this person a long time ago.

Competing with masters, in addition to the chips in hand, what is more important is the psychological quality.

The more he wants to see you restless, the more you need to be more poised than he is.

I just don't know if her feet in high heels can last that long.

Mia lowered her head, looked at her swollen toes, and scolded the man beside her thousands of times in her heart.

At the end of the third block, Mycroft finally stopped.

"Well, Miss Mia, you are indeed better than I imagined."

Mia returned him a smile that was not kind: "Thanks for the compliment, sir."