[Comprehensive Anglo-American] A genius report on love

Chapter 18 The Beaten Sherlock

Mia glanced at the few lines of numbers roughly. Mathematics or cipher research is not her specialty, so she handed the paper to Sherlock.

"So, if it is true, as Mr. O'Connor said, that the secret was shared by six insiders, then besides Mr. Anthony 60 years ago, we still lack the password of the sixth mysterious person? "

"Obviously." Looking at the string of numbers, Sherlock flashed through various permutations and combinations or mathematical sequences, etc., but there were only a few irregular numbers, and there were no auxiliary prompts. Not much to tell.

"I have opened almost all kinds of safes in the world, and solved the security programs of various banks, museums, etc. It is not uncommon to have purely digital passwords, and it is not uncommon for safes to be unlocked with six sets of passwords, but..."

"These can't just be the password to unlock something." Sherlock added, "If all the information to unlock that secret is only the diamond and these six groups of numbers, then these numbers will represent more meanings, At least it must lead us to the location that holds that secret."

"Can you analyze what it is used for? Or it is a digital form of some kind of text, a special interpretation method agreed by the six insiders, similar to a certain word on a certain page of a certain book, a certain song A certain syllable?" Mia looked up at O'Connor at this time, "Since you were young, did your grandfather have a special book that you don't allow others to read and touch at will, or a book that you particularly like? First song?"

"No, my grandfather doesn't like reading books and doesn't pay much attention to music."

"It cannot be a syllable note. If it is a note, there will be no more than 7 numbers. If it is a certain syllable in a piece of music. The English letters of a scale start from ag, or in terms of pronunciation, they are do, re, mi , fa, so... Every four forms a set of passwords. The words that can be combined are too limited, and it is difficult to express a complete message. It is possible to say that it is a word in a certain book, but if you cannot find that book , also cannot be untied.”

Mia's head got dizzy when she heard it, and solving puzzles really wasn't suitable for her. She suddenly thought of Little Genius Rhett in Quantico and Moz Tinker Bell in New York.

Digital passwords, hidden treasures, etc., will definitely make them so excited that they can't sleep, right?

"By the way, do you still remember the name on the diamond? narciso." Mia asked, "Does Mr. O'Connor have any impression of this name?"

"Is it written inside the diamond?" O'Connor shook his head, "Don't say I've never seen this diamond before, let alone the name."

"Where's the diamond?" Sherlock finally turned to look at Lestrade.

"We sent someone to inquire with the owner of the jewelry store, and the diamond has been found." Lestrade finally had a chance to speak, "The diamond is now in the custody of the police station. If Mr. O'Connor is in better health, he can go through the formalities to get the diamond back." gone."

"If possible..." It was obvious that O'Connor was powerless after such a long conversation, but he still persisted and continued, "The diamond can be kept by Mr. Holmes, I think such a thing is no longer necessary to me It makes sense. I hope that in the end you can solve that mystery and bring the killer to justice."

"Of course." Sherlock nodded, stood up from the chair, and started to walk outside.

Lestrade hurriedly followed, "Do you have an idea of ​​where to go next?"

"Go to the police station to get the diamonds, and then it's time for dinner." He looked at Mia and said the second half of the sentence.

Mia: "..."

Sherlock, is this premeditated?Moriarty's excuse to move me to a safe place is for this?

Lestrade: "Dinner? What about this case?"

"Could the murderer come out and surrender because I missed a meal?"

"Mr. Sheriff, do you have any other questions about the case? If your time is convenient, you can actually eat with us..."

"No, him! No! Convenient! Convenient!" Sherlock rejected Mia's proposal on behalf of Lestrade.

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Back at the residence, Sherlock took the diamond and those sets of codes into the laboratory for research, and Mia resigned to her fate and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Although she has never been such a talkative person, given Sherlock's unscrupulous personality to achieve his goals, she still decided to save the time of competing with each other, and she still has to eat anyway.

only……

After finally dismissing Lestrade, the loafer, Mycroft came again uninvited.

Just when Mia put the hot food on the table, Mycroft walked in with graceful steps, and sat at the dining table as if no one else was there.

"I heard that Ms. Mia's cooking skills are very good. Even my picky younger brother praised her very much. Naturally, I was so curious that I wanted to come and taste it myself."

Mia: Huh...

Your family is enough, okay?

"I'm sorry—" Mia would not take another person along just because she tolerated one person for a meal. Just as she was about to refuse, McCoff's subordinates presented a beautifully wrapped gift.

"The 60-year-old fresh caviar from Beluga was salvaged last night. After being made, it was transported here by air overnight. It is the freshest. Ms. Mia will like it, right?"

"Oh, you are really too kind." You must know that many precious ingredients are not readily available with money, and most of them are hard to come by. This gift from McCauf can be said to be truly sent to Mia. on the heart.

"Wait a minute, I just happened to bake some bread and uncork a nice bottle of wine, we'll share it later."

Mia took the caviar and turned to go to the kitchen, and faced Sherlock who came up from the laboratory head-on. The latter bypassed Mia and walked towards Mycroft, with a bad tone: "What do you mean by running at this time?" ?”

"Come to care about my brother's life, and send a small gift by the way. I heard that Miss Mia has always taken care of your food here, so I should give you a gift to express my gratitude, shouldn't I?"

Sherlock's face darkened: "This is none of your business!"

"Sherlock, you need to take the initiative to chase women."

"Boring!" Sherlock pulled the chair opposite Mycroft and sat down, took a knife and fork and took a sip of the salad.

"Please allow me to remind you that you can continue to maintain your individuality, but if you miss this opportunity, when Mia returns to New York, I'm afraid it will not be so easy for you to meet her."

Sherlock: "..."

I have to admit that what Mycroft said was very reasonable, but let him take the initiative to show his favor to the girl?

No, he absolutely can't do it!

Mycroft was not in a hurry to let Sherlock express anything, he had already explained everything without refuting his own words immediately.

Now, what is needed is...

Sherlock and Mycroft sat face to face and stopped talking, and Mia came out with a wine bottle and fresh bread in a short time.

Before Sherlock could react, Mycroft had already stood up and opened the seat for Mia, then opened the champagne cap, filled a glass for both, and finally put a proper amount of caviar on the bread.

All this series of actions is so natural and skillful, from the beginning to the end Mia just smiled and watched Mycroft serve herself, until they raised their glasses.

"Cheers, for a beautiful day."

"cheers."

Sherlock, who was ignored from the beginning to the end as a decoration, expressed great dissatisfaction and unreasonable anger!

He has never been a person who likes to participate in other people's conversations. Most of the time he prefers to think quietly by himself, but the picture in front of him makes him very uncomfortable.

If it weren't for Mycroft, it would be me who was sharing dinner and having a pleasant conversation with Mia at the moment.

Of course, if Sherlock always thought in his heart that listening to Mia's random gossip, he just had time to reply a few "um", or if he talked about all kinds of case reasoning like a cannonball so that no one else had a chance to reply, such If the scene can also be called a "pleasant conversation"...

Why are things the way they are now?

From childhood to adulthood, McCoff seemed to be against himself.

When he was studying, his grades were always a little bit better than his own.

In the eyes of outsiders, Mycroft is outstanding, sensible, and proud, while he himself is smart, withdrawn, and difficult to discipline...

He can always discern his preferences and easily destroy his plans...

Sherlock ate his dinner without taste, and now such delicacies have lost their proper taste in his mouth.

He put down his knife and fork suddenly and stood up.

"What's the matter?" Mia looked at the plate in front of him, and less than one-third of the food was used. This is not Sherlock's appetite. "Tonight's food is not to your appetite?"

"Enough!" Sherlock pulled Mia up from the chair, and kissed her first before she realized what happened.

Mia: "..."

Wouldn't it be nice to beat up his brother in front of Mycroft?

This thought quickly flashed through Mia's mind, but her body did not act.

It seemed that from the moment she woke up and saw Sherlock sitting on the sofa beside the bed that day, she inexplicably had a little more affection for this man who had no interest.

To be honest, despite how wise, independent, and seemingly in control she usually is, in fact, since the first love at the age of 16, she has never had such a close opposite sex around her for so many years.

Speaking of the feeling of being in love, Mia has probably forgotten it long ago.

"Concentrate!" Sherlock stopped Mia from thinking wildly, and deepened the kiss.

"Sherlock, your brother is still there!" Between the kisses, Mia gasped on the other's neck in a low voice.

"Mycroft, you should be full, right?" Sherlock turned his gaze back to McCoff, with a kind of victorious complacency.

"Okay." Mycroft smiled meaningfully, raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, "Although it's still early, I still have to tell you that you have been working a lot recently, so don't play too late. "

Mia: "..."

As soon as Mycroft stepped out of the door, Mia took a step back and distanced herself from Sherlock, looking up at him slightly, she was waiting for his explanation.

"You know, I never got along with him."

"So, you just wanted to get rid of McCoff?"

"Uh..." Sherlock struggled in his heart, but still nodded, "It can be understood in this way."

"Sherlock..." Mia gritted her teeth fiercely, "You really are doing well. Do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

"..." Sherlock looked at her, clearly seeing the burning anger in her eyes.

"Hmm..." Before he could react, Mia had already hit his abdomen with an uppercut, and Sherlock bent down in pain.

"That's right, I really want to beat you right now!" Mia clapped her hands and turned to go upstairs. At the stairs, she didn't forget to tell Sherlock who was still in pain, "I hope you will keep a distance from me in the future! Forbid physical abuse!" Contact, otherwise the next time will definitely not be as simple as a punch!"