The Beautiful Tale of England[Comprehensive]

"Is it?" Q's tone raised slightly, what kind of answer is this?

He frowned unconsciously, success is success, failure is failure, when did Sherlock become a person who speaks vaguely?

"It means that I just built a fence now." After a moment of silence, Sherlock still gave a foolish answer.

It's just a circle of walls that are too short and not long enough.He added in his heart.

Hell, it never occurred to him that something as abstract as a memory palace would be built brick by brick, it's unbelievable, okay?

Thinking of the almost invisible edge of the empty thinking square waiting for him to build a palace brick by brick, Sherlock felt a burst of deep fatigue.

Damn, that's a palace!When will he have to move the bricks to fully build it?Is it so difficult to rebuild a palace that could have been built with just thinking in the past?Sherlock, who moved bricks all afternoon, looked depressed, feeling that he would never get better again.

Mycroft cut his own dessert on the table in silence and didn't speak, or he really couldn't say anything about the current situation.

To be honest, he didn't expect such a result. The palace in his mind collapsed, and the reconstruction still required people to build it brick by brick. Can you believe this?It's not about building infrastructure, why not be so exaggerated!

Thinking of the sluggish look on Sherlock's face when he was in the hospital in the afternoon, even Mycroft, who always took pleasure in beating him, couldn't bear to provoke this poor brother. According to the other party, his thinking now is not only There is a palace.If it is said that only one palace was opened up in his thinking world, then four memory palaces can be built in his thinking space now and there is still room left. He even set up a palace in that space on a whim. A street lamp was used to guide him in the dark when moving bricks.

God knows why there is a distinction between day and night in such a magical place, or is it the opposite of real time, this is not scientific at all!

Mycroft's fingers holding the small spoon tightened, and for the first time considered whether to give up the idea of ​​killing Sophia Este.

After all, this ability of the other party is too weird, and he is really not sure that he can really kill her.Especially considering that if she couldn't kill her and the other party knew his purpose, the result would be even worse. Mycroft, who hadn't taken action in the first place, was even more hesitant.It was rare that Mr. Holmes, who has always been very decisive, was unable to make a decision on one matter.

Sherlock's head is a mess right now, and without absolute certainty, he doesn't want to make his brother suffer irreparable trauma...

"Only built a fence?" Q felt that he was about to become a parrot, and could only repeat his brother's words.

He had never heard of something like a memory palace that actually needed to be built. Didn't that thing exist directly in the mind?What the hell is this all about!

"According to the current progress, it will take about a month to restore my past memory palace." Sherlock said blankly.

Before that, he plans to read an architecture book to learn how to build a palace so that it will be strong and not fall down.By the way, because the space has become larger, he plans to build several more floors and classify each floor.But this involves more architectural knowledge....

Sherlock scratched the nicotine patch on his arm twice, feeling that its effectiveness was getting worse and worse.But in the absence of substitutes, he can only use this defective product.

Q: "..."

Forget it, I always feel that if I continue to ask, there will be many things that will destroy the three views.He didn't have as much curiosity as Sherlock, and he didn't intend to continue entangled in it, so he gave up and turned to Mycroft.

"According to the current situation, 'Faria Priest' is likely to be Sophia Este, so what is your tendency?" He asked his brother.

Out of a certain tacit understanding, neither he nor Father Faria investigated the other's true identity before, but judging from the current situation, there is a very high possibility that these two identities overlap.Italy, time point, Professor M, these things add up to be too coincidental, and when there are too many coincidences to a certain extent, it is no longer a coincidence.

"Give her all the information we have." Mycroft put down the small spoon and looked up.

"Maybe this lady can bring us some surprises." Since there is no way to kill the other party, let her be a pawn in his hand.

Even if this chess piece may not be so obedient and easy to use, it is not controllable at all.But the advantage now is that the group of Italians is likely to be in collusion with the underground forces in London, which may allow this lady to make a choice that is beneficial to them, such as participating in this process to remove a major threat to the family. In the middle of a battle.

Moriarty has already caused too much trouble for him. His existence itself is an untimed bomb. It is a good thing that someone can solve this bomb for them, provided that the other party can really solve it. .

The eldest son of the Holmes family thought while pursing his thin lips.

But the pawn he expected was a little surprised after receiving the file from 'Tom', which was a bit different from what she had expected.

Sophia lowered her eyes, thinking about the difference.

The relationship between her and 'Tom' is not bad, both of them like to play games - which is not a strange thing for nerds, you can't expect their hobbies to be traveling and socializing, but it's not good enough The point where you can spend your heart and soul with each other.Especially now that the person opposite the computer is likely to be a member of a special government department, the other party has revealed a bit too much.

Looking at the information about Professor M's great achievements in the past and government officials suspected of collusion on the screen, Sophia thought about it, and typed a few words, "Do you want to face the foundation?"

She didn't think about it when she was too lazy to go out in Italy before, but now that she is standing on British soil, she seems to be able to think about it.

"Mianji?" Q pawed at his curly hair, thinking about this possibility.

Unlike his two elder brothers, he is not interested in power or trouble. Computers are his true love. Those codes composed of 1 and 0 exude a charming atmosphere, representing infinite possibilities.In this respect, he has nothing in common with his family, instead, he gathers a large number of companions on the Internet.

And the true identity of 'Father Faria' is actually not as important to him as it is to his brother...

"Time? Where?" He entered a line of words in the dialog box.

From a certain point of view, he still wanted to meet the lady who tortured his two brothers in pain-if the other party was really Miss Esther.

Oh, don't ask him how he knew that Mycroft was also in this category of pain, everyone knows that such a tossing Sherlock who is half dead but still at ease can make his brother make such a decision He wouldn't believe that she hadn't done anything to Mycroft!

It might be a serious matter! Q rolled his blue eyes and decided that if 'Father Faria' was really Sofia Este, he would have to ask her what she did to Mycroft to make him look that indescribable. .

Well, I can only say that Q really deserves to be a Sherlock Holmes, and he is also surprisingly sensitive in a certain way, and by the way, he is also very wicked.

"Tomorrow at 10 am, Tower of London?" Sophia typed in an address.

A very iconic place, a tourist attraction in London, you can quickly evacuate if something happens.

"OK." A reply came from the other side, with a smiley face attached.

After turning off the computer, Sophia didn't wash up and lie down on the bed, but closed the curtains and stood in the corner.

The instinct for danger told her that today would not pass like this.

So Sophia stood quietly in the corner of the room, waiting for the danger that would come at an unknown time.

This is a bit like she was performing a mission before, and she was standing in the corner waiting for an opportunity like this.It's just that at that time she was dressed as a collected 'doll', and stayed in the toy room for four full days before reaching the mission target.Now, maybe some people don't have that much patience.

Rarely, a smile appeared on Sophia's expressionless face all the year round, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and even her empty eyes were filled with a bit of expression, it was so beautiful that it was shocking!It's a pity that no one saw this scene and couldn't write a hymn for her.

"Click——" A voice so subtle that it was almost inaudible came from the window.

The tightly drawn curtains moved, and someone came in through the window.

Sophia's body didn't move, only her eyes moved around the room following the opponent's figure.

The vigorous figure seemed a little disturbed by the silence, and stopped moving for a while before continuing.

He moved lightly and walked into Sophia's laboratory, but he didn't notice that there was a shadow behind him suddenly.

"Shit!" There was a barely audible curse in his mouth.

Sophie knew what it was for.

The tables in the laboratory are full of test tubes filled with liquid medicine, shining coldly under the moonlight.

The man who sneaked in quickly opened the box he brought, and began to seal the test tubes lightly, ready to put them in and take them away.

"Tap—" Sophia, who was just about to make a move, moved her ears, glanced at the man who was still busy sealing the test tube, and her body floated gently to the window like a weightless leaf.

It seems that she has several guests tonight~

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