[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

When Weiwei rode her bicycle back to the dormitory, she was thinking wildly, thinking why she should compare Professor Fendi with Sherlock Holmes, obviously Professor Moriarty is the professor of mathematics.But Professor Moriarty shouldn't be an advisor to the police?

Her bicycle wobbled suddenly.

Fuck you forgot that Professor Hannibal seems to be the fbi's psychological consultant!

She suddenly felt as if she understood something, and stopped in place in horror.

Fuck.what happened?Why is there no one on this road?

Didn't I really wear it in some American blockbuster British TV series?

No matter how you think about this weird quietness, it's wrong!

Just after complaining about the silence, there was the sound of a car.

Weiwei's back stiffened for a moment before turning around.

It's a black classic car.

However, this section of the road... is not allowed to drive under normal circumstances?The old driver also...can't, right?

Weiwei watched the car getting closer and closer, and the tinted glass prevented her from seeing the person in the driver's seat clearly.

My mom is running fast on a bicycle now, can she outrun the classic car?

Such a thought popped up in Weiwei's mind, but was forcibly suppressed.

The car stopped beside her.

The glass of the driver's seat lowered slowly, revealing a woman's face.

Weiwei stared at the woman's face subconsciously.

The woman seemed to be trying her best to keep her face expressionless, but subtle doubts were still revealed. Weiwei was not sure if her judgment was wrong, but she definitely didn't believe that she was just asking for directions.

"Need to excuse you," she said slowly, with a rounded accent that sounded like a real Londoner. "Sir would like to see you."

Vivi: ...

gentlemen?who is mr.Who is it about?

It didn't take long for Weiwei to point to a person in his mind——Professor Fendi, without a doubt.

She also quickly judged that she had no right to refuse.

It is better to be obedient than to be so.Since he came to look for him so generously, and was able to drive the car here, one can imagine that this person is not easy.Anyway...

The woman patiently waited for Weiwei to break free from her thoughts before saying, "So, can we get in the car?"

Vivimo paused for a while, and boldly made a request: "My bicycle..."

"We will send it back." The woman answered very naturally.

If the attitude of kidnapping is so good these days, then it is not impossible to come a few times - such an absurd idea suddenly flashed in Weiwei's mind, and then he smiled and rejected himself, and parked the bicycle casually. A lock on the side of the road.He opened the car door calmly and sat in.

Damn chicken... so comfortable...

——Hey, Weiwei, don't compare this cushion with the seat of your trash bike...

Even Weiwei was a little dizzy as the little black car turned around.Fortunately, her sense of direction wasn't too bad, she roughly judged the direction, and soon realized that the other party didn't want her to know the location of the destination, so she made a big circle.

"Excuse me, who is that gentleman?" Vivi could see the woman's eyes from the rearview mirror, which meant that the woman could also see her.

no answer.

The driver was wearing his helmet and driving quietly, as if he couldn't hear the sound, and the woman didn't say a word.

Weiwei pursed her lips, and asked again unwillingly: "Your mobile phone looks pretty good, which Blackberry model is it?"

Still no answer.

So Vivi gave up.This eerie silence made her feel a little uncomfortable, but fortunately she was not unacceptable, if she didn't want to remember the way, she would even sleep in the car.

After about 40 minutes, the car stopped.

The woman got out of the car first, and then opened the door, also without saying a word.

Weiwei looked out the window with a dazed expression.

Although I was a little aware of it when I was just remembering the way, is it really okay to send her back to the teaching building?really good?So what is "sir" trying to figure out?Picture what?

There is no one in the teaching building.

Weiwei followed the woman, and walked up the third floor slowly with a strange mood.

Could it be in Professor Fendi's office?Don't tell me that the so-called "sir" is Professor Fendi?By the way, what is this all about? It's not a prank, right? Even pranks can't be done to this extent?

When approaching Professor Fendi's office, the woman stopped—at the door of the office next door to Professor Fendi, she raised her hand and knocked three times.She raised her hand as a signal, then turned back.

Seeing the woman leaving as if no one else was there, Weiwei hesitated a bit, but finally knocked on the door again, and then pushed open the door and entered the room.

After Weiwei walked in, she closed the door halfway, but she didn't dare to close it tightly... What if she really wanted to run away?Although it's only on the third floor, she has no plans to jump out of the window...

After she finished this action, she raised her eyes to look at the room.

Office chairs, sofas, these are the same as Professor Fendi’s. There is no bookshelf, and now there is a toffee chair facing the window, and there is a small table beside it. There is a teapot and a teacup on the small table. There was still a little heat on the teacup.

And obviously, that "sir" is sitting on the toffee chair at this moment.

A black cane was leaning against the side of the toffee chair.

Vivi didn't speak.

Unexpectedly, she was more calm than she had imagined.

Mycroft was used to such silence, and in fact he often used it to intimidate the other party at the negotiating table.And at this point, Victoria Mayer's silence strikes him as...amusing.

Silence at the negotiating table will allow opponents to compromise because they have something to ask for, and now, Victoria Mayer doesn't, so she doesn't mind the loss of time, especially if she judges that she should not pose a great threat Down.

Maybe next time we can use a little more drastic means.

His thoughts were fast, and even in the short time he had made room in his mind for Victoria Mayer.

Mycroft pinched the ear of the teacup with his right hand, took a small sip, and then put it down lightly. There was almost no sound from the collision of the cup and saucer.

It seemed that he had moistened his throat before he opened his mouth leisurely.

"Victoria Mayer, long time no see."

This voice is so familiar.Weiwei's first reaction was this, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Sir, since I haven't seen you, I can't tell whether it's been a long time or it's the first time we've met."

She felt her lips were a little dry.

"Last time, at the door of this office." He snorted lightly, as if laughing inadvertently, and then casually reminded.

what……

Vivi's mind immediately recalled the image of going to Professor Fendi's office for the first time—she was surprised that she still remembered the person she had only met once, and felt that she shouldn't have forgotten such a special temperament.

Weiwei's brain turned rapidly - at least for herself, too many things flashed through her mind in a short period of time.

"Heh..." The man didn't turn his head, but seemed to see through everything, "Actually, Miss Mayer, it's really not a good habit to be stuck in her own world."

"Really, then I will try my best to change it."

God, do you really want to grind on like this slowly? Although I feel that the time wasted by the big shots must be more precious than mine, but I really scratch my heart and want to know what to do.

Weiwei's heart fell into a storm.

But she, still, remained silent.

It's quite bearable now.

If anyone could see Mycroft head-on, he would be surprised by his expression at the moment.It's not that it's out of line, on the contrary, there's nothing at all - like a daze.

He didn't have any superfluous movements or superfluous expressions. His hands and fingers were pressed together, and his elbows supported the armrests of the chair.

"What do you think, Mosaic Fendi."

Weiwei didn't expect him to cut into the topic so simply, and his brain, which was filled with chaotic thoughts for a while, was empty for half a beat.

"I don't feel I have an obligation to tell you anything." Weiwei replied quickly.

"Victoria Mayer, I'm not making a deal with you now," Mycroft felt that he hadn't told his opponent so patiently that he wasn't making a deal for a long time. Although the person behind him was not an opponent at all, he He even applauded his gentle behavior of caring for the flowers of the motherland in his heart, "You have judged it, haven't you?"

You have no right to refuse.

"Yes, from getting in the car to entering this room, I have no other choice. It's nothing more than being forced to come or coming voluntarily." Weiwei's tone slowed down, "But now, I have the choice to say or not to say."

"Sir, if you want to know something, at least tell me something."

Cowardly, inferior.

He pondered the word quickly in his mind.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Mycroft was sure that both he and Sherlock would use the term in Mayer's character.

Judging from Victoria Mayer's previous experience, but also from her usual academic habits.

It's interesting how people react differently in different environments.

"Oh?" He seemed to be smiling, "So, what do you want to ask?"