[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

Mycroft Holmes was clearly in a much happier mood after seeing his younger brother slumped for a while, and he sat back on the chair, resting his elbows on the table and clasping his index fingers.Even when he was sitting, his imposing manner was not inferior to anyone present, full of the elegance and condescension of the superior.

He glanced lightly at the expressionless Sherlock Holmes, looked at Sera, and said slowly, "I heard that you took over the filming of a very interesting TV series not long ago, Miss Jones."

"Interesting?" Sherlock asked sarcastically, "The murderer is so obvious in every episode, I'm afraid Mike's 'Listen to Influx' in your mouth is quite different from my understanding."

Mike couldn't help but glared at him, in exchange for a small meaningful look from Sherlock - he was very proud to win the game back a little.

Mycroft decided to ignore this restless younger brother as usual, looked at the elegant and straight actress, and showed a fake smile, "Of course, we are more interested in the fact that you got this new play not long ago When it came to the script, it also had an extremely mysterious investor, right?"

Sera turned her head to the side, smiling lazily, like a cat waking up from a light sleep in the afternoon, with a careless, lazy and blurred feeling, "I heard?" She bent the corner of her mouth, "I guess it's another right-hand man Did you send this message to your desk on a single page, Mr. Holmes?—Oh yes, of course, if you mean the man who calls himself 'Mr. M' . . . Happy to support my transformation dream."

The two Holmes couldn't help raising their eyebrows at the same time, a little more surprised and more vigilant at the woman's behavior of telling the news so easily.

They thought she would pretend she didn't know anything and fool her around.I didn't expect to prosecute this hard-won secret so directly and honestly.

Holmes looked at each other, Sherlock fell into deep thought, and Mycroft knocked on the table meaningfully, "...Transformation? - Oh, it's much easier to understand, after all, every competent person Actors don't limit themselves to one role, they like to push the limits in their lives and become someone else who people think is completely different... I have to admit, it's courageous and commendable. "

Mycroft's words certainly couldn't be as simple as the superficial meaning. Regarding this, Sera smiled slightly and followed his meaning, "You are right, this is the ultimate goal of people like us. Pursuit—playing a completely different person, finding your limit, and then leaping past it—isn’t this the ultimate meaning of life?——From this point of view, I don’t think Mr. Holmes and I seem to have What a big difference."

Sherlock glanced at her quickly.

An actor and a detective, an ordinary person with a little cleverness and a genius with a high IQ, how could there be only a little difference between them? ——Her words clearly meant something, and everyone in the room could easily understand her subtext: Even if they doubted her identity and connection with that Mr. M, they couldn't come up with it for a while Hard evidence.And she told them that this consulting detective who has been in the limelight in London recently is nothing more than an actor who pursues his dream. He is smart, focused, unreasonable, and does his own way, which makes him very charming public concern.But she saw it—Sherlock Holmes, he was just a poor and boring curiosity about the truth of the so-called murder.What he is eager to do is not to appease the injustice of the dead, but to satisfy this curiosity.When the halo of a just judge is ruthlessly exposed, in the final analysis, he is just a high-functioning anti-social element with a high IQ genius type, and an equally extremely dangerous potential criminal.

And there is indeed no difference between them.

They are well aware of what the so-called "transformation" represents: there is only a thin line between justice and evil.

Mycroft's eyebrows darkened slightly, and then he saw the tall actress chuckle lightly, as if she added something sincerely, "Of course, with regard to that mysterious investor, apart from his name, I don't know much about him. I don’t know anything—he just promised to pay me liquidated damages and send me a new script that I’m absolutely satisfied with. The price is that I will have close contact with your brother and report to him at any time—— A very fair deal, in my opinion there is really no reason to refuse him."

"—Oh, yes, and this." Sera took out the phone from his pocket and shook it, "According to his assistant, 'for security reasons', my calls and text messages will be monitored, it's very sensible for you Didn't call me directly to give me a lift here - but I guess maybe you know that too, don't you?"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and didn't deny it. Instead, he smiled amusedly and raised his chin, "About the text messages between you and Sherlock? - Oh, I sympathize with you, Jones Miss, you must know that he has developed the bad habit of not replying to text messages from the very beginning and he will never change it."

After a pause, "Perhaps you should also pay attention to those trivial corners, such as the addition of a monitor on the bookshelf-oh yes, I found out, compared with the beginning, the top of your bookshelf is not often The positions of the books I read have undergone a small and insignificant change..."

He even knew about the fact that Mr. M sneaked into her apartment and set up a surveillance camera. It is conceivable that Mr. Holmes' surveillance is terrible... Even if he is like this to a stranger, how can he not treat his younger brother? Also enabled the highest level of security warning, right?

——As it turned out later, she really guessed right.

Serra thinks this Sherlock Holmes is probably more than just an ordinary "agent, head of a secret organization or spokesperson of the unspeakable institution".The power in his hands could only be more than she imagined.

She was not very clear about the entanglement between Mr. M and the Holmes family. She just followed the order of the generous investor honestly, and the other party did not ask her to keep the information secret. Of course, she was not obliged to hide it for him.Although Serra was not told what tricks the two sides were playing, judging from this situation, London may soon usher in another stormy day.

"So," Sera smiled, "on the first day that Mr. M contacted me, you 'joined hands' with him to monitor me?"

She bit down two pronunciations, elegantly mocking.

Mycroft straightened his delicate cuffs, and said slowly, "I prefer to call it... a security warning."

Serra laughed, then turned to Holmes and asked, "I guess this kind of early warning is not my exclusive privilege?"

It was rare for Sherlock to agree with her, "I believe that even a stray cat passing by the door of 221B Baker Street can write its ancestor's breed and hometown into a stack of official documents and send it to the table."

Sierra raised an eyebrow.So in this way, she can stand here so honorably because of Sherlock?

The three of them were silent with different thoughts. The female assistant knocked on the door of the study and walked in, holding a cup of fragrant Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee in her hand.The familiar smell entered her nose instantly, and Selah's eyes moved slightly—this was Selah Jones' favorite drink, and because of her job, she would often stay up late, so she had to choose something refreshing to maintain her concentration.She never said this to the public, but the female assistant brought her a cup of Blue Mountain coffee. Just this small detail is enough to explain a lot.

Sera took the coffee and thanked the female assistant, then lowered her head and sniffed it, and said softly, "Thank you for the hospitality, you are really well-intentioned, Mr. Holmes."

Mycroft picked up a cup of steaming tea on his desk, nodded at her, and smiled, "This is what I should do, ma'am."

Sherlock twitched his nose, looked at the person in the seat, and said without moving, "Where's my tea, Mycroft?"

Mike put down his teacup and raised his eyebrows, "I think you already know very well, Sherlock, I never prepare tea for you here - given the number of times you and I have met." He would not prepare such a pointless thing in advance.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "I thought you were asking me for help with an important case—as usual."

"I can't even catch a climbing instructor, Sherlock," Mike slowly turned the tea lid, "I think I still have too high expectations for you."

"I chased her for five streets, but someone secretly helped her escape," Sherlock said with a straight face, "If it were you, Mike, I'm afraid you would cause arrhythmia just after walking five steps, and you would have to be angry." Panting, he stopped and waited for help."

Every time he was ridiculed about his weight and the system, Mycroft seemed to be used to it, calm and composed, "So I'm just a small clerk in the British government-government official, and I don't need to do errands and arrest prisoners. With a brain like mine, your embarrassment is enough."

Seeing that the two brothers were about to trigger another round of debate, Sera intervened in time to stop, "—what do you want me to do, Mr. Holmes?"

Sherlock, "You? Just delete my contact details from Lestrade, thanks a lot."

Mycroft glanced at his younger brother. "She's talking to me. Don't interrupt an adult conversation, Charlie."

Sherlock Pseudo-adult Holmes, "..."

Then Mike turned his head, and the formulaic smirk stuck to his face like a mask again, "I think you should know, Miss Jones. Since our mutual friend, the loyal doctor, left for the time being because of the other half I was around my brother, and he seemed so lonely and empty all the time that he started to disturb the quiet life of neighbors and family - so I think I'll have to find him a companion, and on second thought, I think you might be A great alternative to boredom."

Sherlock interjected again, "I was doing an experiment, I really don't understand how people with their heads full of goldfish would think of complaining about something so meaningful—"

"Experiments? Also include beating skulls? Timing and spot whipping corpses? Injecting high-concentration poison-drug reagents? Shooting at the apartment wall? Make everyone think it's on fire?" Mycroft sneered mercilessly, "Oh Sherlock, so now you still don't understand why I have to activate the highest level of confidentiality level three plan on you? ?”

Sera couldn't help but sighed, "How about I come again next time, Mr. Holmes?" Call me after you have finished arguing.

Sherlock, who was about to retort, immediately shut up and snorted coldly, "I admit that sometimes I may feel bored because I can't get a case, but I don't need a stupid so-called companion, I am enough alone—and I Never harassed you, Mike, you always came to me for help—”

Because he is lazy, he doesn't want to use his brain for it, and Mike knows very well that his brother will never refuse difficult mysteries, and it is precisely because he understands this that he likes to throw those things to Sherlock, by the way Solve his boring routine.

Mycroft gave his brother a slight glance. He knew him too well to believe the nonsense that Sherlock didn't need companions.He ignored his younger brother, and said sincerely to Sera, "What do you think, Miss Jones?"

Sera raised her eyebrows, "Companion?—Maybe you missed a word: By the way, better monitor the movements of me and that investor, right?" And let Sherlock observe her closely to find out Her flaw, by the way, solved the previous murder case.

I have to say, what a clever proposition.Mycroft saw her curiosity and interest in Sherlock, and he knew it would be difficult for her to refuse this seemingly difficult request.

The humanoid British government smiled gracefully, "Look, it's so easy and simple to talk to ordinary smart people."

Sherlock's opinion was completely ignored by the two of them.

Sera turned her head sideways and thought for a while.

"Well, that's a tempting proposition indeed, but . My current status is not too cheap, what are you going to use to pay my reward?"

"Safety, Miss Jones." Mycroft smiled slightly, "Your safety is the highest price we can offer you."

Oh...she got it.After all, it turned out that this was his purpose.Sera couldn't help but chuckled, "So all this painstaking effort...is for the most stupid goldfish in your eyes?"

It has to be said that the powerful Sherlock Holmes' heart is much softer than what he appears to show on the outside.

Sherlock: "..." Stupidest goldfish?Are they referring to him?

Mycroft clearly understood Serra's subtext.He couldn't help but raised his head in disdain, glanced at the thoughtful Sherlock, and said in a calm but arrogant tone, "If you're referring to the so-called 'love' - in my case, love But it's useless, I'd rather serve the visible."

Sherlock: "..." Wait, if he heard correctly, they seem to have mentioned him again?

"Don't be so absolute, Mr. Holmes," Sera smiled slightly. "A long time ago, I thought like you too."

"But?—" Mycroft raised his eyebrows, his tone rising.

Serra, "But you love the stupidest goldfish, and one day he'll be your Achilles' heel."

This sentence sounds meaningful, like some kind of silent wake-up call.Mycroft couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows. He glanced at Sera thoughtfully, squinted his eyes, and then replied slowly, "So, we have reached an agreement, yes?"

Serra laughed, "Maybe."

Then she looked down at her watch, raised her head to look directly into Mycroft's gaze, and smiled, "It's very late, Mr. Holmes, if you don't go back, I'm afraid someone will be worried. It was a pleasure chatting with you, and I look forward to seeing you next time." —in a more formal manner and occasion.”

Mycroft raised his eyebrows. Is anyone worried?Oh yes, yes, indeed it will.He tapped the table with his fingers, his smile was still graceful, full of mature elegance of an old-fashioned gentleman, "Then goodbye, Miss Jones, I hope that we will bring better news to each other next time we meet."

Then he looked at Sherlock, his tone became flat, "I think from tomorrow onwards, Miss Jones will have to come and see you often, Xiali, I hope you two can establish a pleasant and harmonious friendship, goodbye."

The last sentence is crisp and clear.Plus a British Government-style smirk.

Sherlock Holmes knows that although he has many ways to temporarily solve the decision imposed on him by Mycroft, in any case, as long as the other party makes a choice, the final result will not change much.What's more, he still has an unresolved case that needs to be concluded urgently. He really needs to dig out more hidden clues from this woman, as well as the connection with the mysterious M.So for the first time, he didn't reject Mycroft outright, but glanced at the two of them indifferently, turned around and left here first.

Sera nodded to the person on the chair, then turned around and walked out, and the sound of light footsteps gradually disappeared outside the door.

Before the door closed, two slender figures walked one behind the other.Mycroft squinted for a moment, as if remembering something interesting that was about to happen, he couldn't help laughing in the empty study room, and after that, it fell into silence.

……

After coming out of the club, the female assistant sat between them again, acting as a buffer against androphobia, and sent the two of them home separately.

In the dark and silent night, Sera looked at the reflections of herself and the people next to her on the car window, thought for a while, and said softly, "Have you ever tested your IQ, Mr. Holmes?" It can be said to be "the stupidest goldfish" ".

Sherlock Holmes seemed to know what she wanted to say. He watched her through the car window on his side for a few seconds, and quickly answered her question with a very flat tone, "About three times the size of ordinary goldfish." After a pause, Added a sentence that I think is necessary, "Twice as much as you."

The female assistant dutifully lowered her head to play with her mobile phone, as if she didn't hear anything.

Sera smiled and said, "Are we talking about IQ, or face length?"

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