[Comprehensive Anglo-American] A genius report on love

Chapter 3 The British Museum at Midnight

"He is..." Mia shook her head, unable to understand.

How can a man be so despicable.

There may be many factors in the breakup of relationships and the failure of marriage. It is not necessarily a unilateral mistake of one person, but as a man, he does not even have the courage to take basic responsibility, and even tries to blame the other party for his faults. .

Just for that little money?

It’s ridiculous!

"And, Mia, you know, I have always liked children. We have been married for three years. There has never been any contraception between me and him, but I have never been able to get pregnant."

"Is it because of him?"

"Yes!" Chrissy's tone suddenly changed from helplessness to anger, she almost gritted her teeth and said the next words, "It's him...it's him who secretly added contraceptives to my diet for three years .He never... never... never thought of having a child with me..."

Chris's tears finally flowed down at this moment. She could accept a failed marriage or admit a broken relationship, but she couldn't believe that the man she loved for many years had been planning everything from the very beginning. All the beauty she once thought were all lies and deceit.

She has been working in psychology for many years, and she claims to have a certain understanding of human nature, but she can't even see through the people next to her pillow, which is really ironic.

"Chris, listen to me, you can't think about these sad things anymore, you need to cheer up." Around the round coffee table, Mia put her arms around Chris and leaned on her shoulders, "You still have Me, darling. Believe me, no matter what happens, I will be by your side and support you."

Mia knew that the woman in front of her had been indulging herself in grief for so long that she couldn't think rationally, and she was getting herself into a worse situation step by step.

"Thank you, Mia." Tears and pouring out are really the two best ways to vent negative emotions. At this moment, Chris already feels a lot more relaxed.

"Although I rarely come to London, I think my colleagues in the fbi should be able to connect you with excellent lawyers and private investigators. Now all you have to do is go back and wash your face, have a good sleep, and then cheer up , talk to a lawyer, then stay away from that man and live your own life..."

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211b Baker Street.

Dr. Watson has moved away since his marriage.

Although Moriarty didn't know if he was really dead, but he has been very peaceful recently and hasn't done anything bad.

Scotland Yard police officers are still as stupid and incompetent as ever, but criminals seem to be worse than idiots now.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes has gone mad with boredom.

Are all criminals with a sense in this world dead?

He has already started planning whether to complete a perfect crime himself.

However, if the perfect criminal is him, then who will perform that perfect reasoning?

There was no room for any cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of her. Mrs. Hudson dared not step into the house for several days. When I was here, I also coughed fiercely several times.

"Sherlock, even if John Watson is married, you don't have to be so depraved, right?" Mycroft couldn't help but walked over and opened all the windows. The thick smoke in the house was gradually blown away by the wind, and he saw clearly The man in front of him was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed and pretending to be dead.

Sherlock still kept his eyes closed, and didn't want to talk to this unexpected guest at all, "If you come to see if I'm dead, and if there are no more interesting events happening in London, I think I'm going to die soon. If you're here to persuade me to go out, hand over If a friend is dating or something like that, then please go away."

"Watson and Mary have already gone on their honeymoon, and Jasmine is also married. Even Queen Irene, who you never forget, has a new love. You really don't want to find someone to enrich your life?"

"No, love itself is an extremely boring and meaningless thing. Even if I'm wasting my life now, I don't want to waste time on that thing. Besides, even successful elites like you are not favored by women. What do you think are the chances that I can find the right person to talk about a relationship with?"

"..."

"Sherlock, must every conversation between us begin in such an atmosphere?"

"You can also choose to disappear from my presence." Sherlock finally opened his eyes, and looked Mecroft up and down for a few seconds, "The idea of ​​you trying to get at me without saying that woman is really stupid. "

Mycroft raised his eyebrows with a smile on his face, he was used to the amazing information his brother got in these few seconds, "Why don't you guess what kind of person makes me rest assured to put her by your side."

"She is about five feet eight inches tall, with light brown long hair, and she should have good hands, otherwise you wouldn't list her as a target for me to choose. I often use floral fragrances, with the smell of jasmine and magnolia, However, some citrus flavors are added to this rich aroma, which shows that she has a formal job that may be related to the government department, so she has to choose such a generous and orthodox perfume, but she herself is an extremely She has a curious and challenging personality. You should not be in the UK often, or you may not even be British, otherwise you would not choose to contact her today. You held an umbrella for her today, which means that you have had a short conversation. But you didn't persuade her to accept your purpose, otherwise you wouldn't be standing here alone at this moment..."

Mycroft looked at Sherlock, with the same gentle and conspiratorial smile on his face. Sometimes talking to a smart person would indeed save a lot of unnecessary time, at least not having to go around in circles to show each other's purpose.

"The speculation is basically correct, so you really don't consider meeting her?"

Seemingly hesitating for half a second, Sherlock firmly rejected, "No."

"Okay then." Mycroft turned and left the room without another word.

As long as this is enough, he is sure that the two of them will meet.

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midnight.

The British Museum.

Mia was dressed in a red and black striped outfit, and walked leisurely through the complicated aisles.

She was very familiar with the pattern here, even though it had been almost ten years since she arrived here last time, it didn't affect her memory at all.

Those so-called infrared alarm devices, monitoring and listening systems, and temperature-sensitive alarms have long been useless in front of Mia. She avoided all of them effortlessly until she reached the storage room on the basement floor.

In the item cabinets on both sides, those rare treasures are readily available, but Mia doesn't mind at all, and she doesn't even want to take a second look. As a thief, greed is the most fatal weakness.

On the stone wall at the corner, Mia carefully found a mark.

She couldn't help but stopped, squatted on the ground, and gently stroked the scratches that had been corroded by the years with her fingers.

It's just an abbreviation of two simple English letters. The evolution of that person's deliberately cursive writing looks more like a beautiful totem.

Recalling the scene when I walked in here for the first time, strangeness, surprise, excitement, tension, and so much overwhelmed, it was that person who held me tightly with his warm palm, and counted every moment here. A collection, each story that has experienced hundreds of thousands of years of history.

Then she just leaned on that man's generous shoulder, dreaming of all the beauty, and dreaming that she was the protagonist in every story.

At that time, they sat shoulder to shoulder on the cold marble floor, surrounded by silence and solemnity, he did not know where to conjure a bottle of red wine and a crystal wine glass, and while sharing the good wine, that person was carefully watching on the stone wall behind him. Engraved this mark that belongs only to the two of them, commemorating their first date.

Sometimes she thinks, if the memories stay forever in the summer when she was 16, maybe they will have more happy times, maybe she will lose so many experiences that made her grow up later, maybe...

Mia was almost immersed in the memories of the past, but her phone vibrated at this moment.

It was her personal number, the only way she allowed her closest friends to find them.

Mia finally stood up and continued towards her destination, while connecting the Bluetooth headset.

"Hi, my little genius."

"Mia, are you asleep?" The empty and quiet background on the other end of the phone made Rhett wonder if he was being too abrupt.

"Not yet, I'm..." Mia glanced at the surrounding environment, "Busy on some personal matters, but it's not important, what do you want to say?"

"I just finished reading the mystery novel recommended by Rossi last week. I heard that he also recommended it to you. I want to say that the reasoning process of that case is really cleverly designed, but after careful analysis, there are many loopholes. In fact, if It’s not that the criminal’s methods and candidates have been determined, many details may not be able to infer such a result, and his description language and atmosphere are closer to the style of a horror novel...uh..." Reid was talking Expressing his point of view absolutely, he suddenly realized a question, "By the way, have you finished reading it?"

"Uh..." Mia was focusing all her attention on the codes on the storage shelves on both sides at that time, she was taken aback by the question, and then remembered which book Rhett was talking about, "Actually, before that, I I've read it, but Rhett, you didn't sleep so late but you specifically called to tell me the plot of a novel, are you okay?"

"Actually..." On the other side of the phone, Reid suddenly fell silent for a long time, with a sentimental tone, "Mia, I dreamed about Maeve just now, so..."