The Beautiful Tale of England[Comprehensive]

"You think too much." Mycroft felt that he rolled his eyes a little too much today.

There is also a special launcher, he is not an agent now, he just went abroad, why would he carry such a thing?And this kind of thing can't be brought on the plane at all, okay?What is this guy thinking about all day long, he must have watched too many messy TV series and movies!

Mr. Holmes, who was already thin with only a few bones left, rowed in the sea twice, grabbed a chair floating on the sea, and thought silently.

As for refuting the other party or something, it doesn't exist.As a Sherlock Holmes with a high IQ and EQ, he is not Sherlock's venomous tongue boy, so he would not do such a stupid thing!

"Okay, then let's swim back." Sophia didn't care, anyway, as long as it wasn't in the air, land and sea were not much different to her.

Although he doesn't have Uncle Jie's abnormal physical strength and animal affinity, it is not very difficult to survive at sea for a short time under the premise of food.

"...Honey, we can rely on the outside world a little bit when dealing with things." Mycroft, who successfully threw himself onto the chair, sighed.

That's why he sometimes hates dealing with people with strong military strength, because these people always like to go directly to the hard core and make a bunch of things for him to clean up the mess by relying on their own strength.Sophia is different from those bosses who like to mess around, she is low-key and cautious, unless she has to, she will not show her uniqueness in front of the general public, but she is still used to using force to solve problems, such as when she treated As for Sherlock's matter, this guy is simply a typical guy who is too troublesome to use his brain and directly punches.

This kind of behavior can be covered up by some means in a small area, but how do you cover up this kind of air crash situation?If they really swam back, they would have been on the research list of a secret laboratory before they even reached the mainland of the British Empire!

"Really?" Sophia dropped her hands from her eyes and looked back at Mycroft.

Don't be serious?Who doesn't know who?According to the group probability, there will be no one in the Sherlock Holmes family who doesn't like trouble. This can be seen from the job Mycroft chose after he became an adult. Which normal person will first become an agent and then switch to a politician's job? ?Not to mention the family tradition, but Q personally said that the old Mr. Holmes and his wife are both university professors, and they have nothing to do with all kinds of adventurous behaviors!

On the contrary, there are a few brothers, and the work is more closely entangled with troubles than the other. Who will believe this kind of talk?

"No." Mycroft pulled back his choking tie in frustration.

"I admit that I really want to try this new ability, but my dear, you have to know one thing, it is very difficult for human beings to lose weight like me in a short period of time, if we really go back to the UK like this If you don't, I'm afraid the result will not be wonderful." He raised his hand, motioning for the other party to take a good look at his almost skinny wrist.

Even liposuction takes time to recover. In just one day, he has lost weight like this. Who would believe that nothing happened to him?And Sophia, except for the two mouthfuls of blood just spit out, this guy looks very healthy now, not even scratches, and when the other passengers are dead, such two people suddenly appear, everyone knows How much attention will be attracted, and the peaceful days will be over by then.

"So we're going to find a place to hide for everyone to find and reappear in a few days?" Sophia took the seat belt thrown by Mycroft and hung it on the narrow board under her feet.

She also hates dealing with politicians. She likes to think wildly when she has nothing to do, but she is also very capable to realize the plans they dreamed up, and then come up with a bunch of messy things to toss people. The real instigator after everyone is going to die But still alive and well, it's just annoying!

Just like now, they are in danger every day they drift at sea. Do you really think that those who have the ability to think are omnipotent?Since it is possible to put explosives on the plane, it means that these people must want to kill someone, and is there anyone more important than Mycroft on this plane?Even if the other party's target is not him, choosing this method also shows that the other party's ruthlessness and unrelenting attitude towards the target. In this case, what if the other party wants to confirm that the target is dead and conducts a disguised search and rescue?

The devil knows when the accident will come!Don't forget that this is a magical world, and there are mutants. On land, she can beat Magneto, but now at sea, there is a weak and deadly Mycroft. If she meets a For people with special abilities, such as controlling the weather, the consequences will really not be wonderful.

"I think the person who planted the bomb on the plane should not be so powerful, otherwise the other party would not wait until the person is on the plane before doing it." Mycroft hooked an unopened blanket and covered it on Sophia.

"I'm not cold." Sophia looked at the blanket on her body and blinked.

She really didn't feel cold, and compared to her, the other party needs to keep warm more, right?Looking at the body that was about to become a skeleton, Miss Esther felt that it was necessary for her to have an in-depth understanding of the situation, and strive to restore Mr. Holmes to normal when they returned to England, at least on the surface.

"I know, but this will prevent you from getting tanned." Mycroft said calmly, wringing the clothes on his body.

Although Sophia doesn't care much about her clothes, she doesn't have any eye-catching collocations, and she actually cares about her face. When Mycroft visited her a few times, he bumped into this The lady is applying a facial mask.Now they are in the sea, their bodies and faces are covered with seawater, and there is no place to cover them. What if Sophia gets tanned?

Well, it is also very worrying.

"Are you boyfriend power?" Sophia asked thoughtfully while wearing a blanket.

"If you're willing to admit that I'm your boyfriend," Mycroft said with a shrug and a smile.

After chasing for so long, is it finally time to give a name?

"I didn't deny it, did I?" Sophia said slowly, and there seemed to be an innocent light in her empty eyes.

Please, if the two of them can't be called boyfriend and girlfriend in this situation, why can they be called boyfriend and girlfriend?Although I don't know if I will get married in the future, but is it not her boyfriend who can help him so much?Did you know that the discount card for beating the enemy Hakka is only [-]% off at most?It's still the kind of old customers who take care of the business all the year round. This guy is so shrewd that he doesn't count?

Miss Esther carefully looked at Mycroft from head to toe, feeling that the other party was pretending to be confused with understanding?Or is this a British characteristic, Mensao?

"Well, you know, sometimes the title of boyfriend allows me to do a lot of things that I couldn't do without the title." Mycroft smiled.

Of course, there is a difference between being famous and not being famous. Otherwise, why would there be such titles as fiancee and fiance?Wouldn't it be okay to just have a boyfriend or girlfriend?

"Is there anything you can't do?" Sophia's face was deep. What does this guy want to do?

"For example this." Mycroft took Sophia's hand, put it to his lips and kissed it, "Formal, not the one where you wear a fake face."

He was referring to the incident where Sophia pretended to be someone else that night.

God understands how he feels. In order to make his appearance exactly like that lady, Miss Este even put on 'makeup' on her hands. Although he didn't feel that he kissed a mouthful of powder and paint, there is no doubt that Her fingers after changing her face are definitely shorter and thicker than before!

Mr. Holmes, who always felt that something had happened out of nowhere, felt that this was not a good thing.

"Hehe, you're really picky." Sophia felt that this guy was really boring.

Her family's parents don't often play face-changing games, and I don't see them dislike each other for not being the 'original version'.Should it be said that British men's ability to accept is too low?

"It shows that I am very specific." Mycroft didn't care about Sophia's complaints. Anyway, he always felt that kissing a strange face felt weird, especially when Miss Esther was pretending to be someone else. After the two very distinctive eyes changed, he felt even more strange.

You know, sometimes it's fun to read information from those empty eyes!

"Okay, dedicated Mr. Holmes, can you deduce who put the bomb on the plane first?" Sophia decided not to discuss this face-changing issue with the other party, because she had a hunch that if it continued, this The questions may be endless, and they will be expanded by this guy in front of him!

So let's change the topic to discuss, for example, why they have fallen to the current situation.

"I've seen the list of passengers on this flight before, and if none of them used false identities, then I think the other party is probably targeting me." Regarding this matter, Mycroft was very calm, and said a Let Sophia not very unexpected answer.

Even though he just booked the flight ticket hastily, Mycroft still checked the passenger list habitually to make sure there would be no accidents. This was a professional instinct.

And obviously, at least from the list he had seen, he couldn't find any politically hated figures who wanted to be killed directly.However, considering that there are several familiar people on the plane, he is not completely sure that this is his fault.

Although these people don't have much influence in politics, they are not very fuel-efficient in other respects. Who knows if any of them are so hated that people want to kill them by any means?After all, there has never been a shortage of lunatics in this world, and he is not a narcissistic madman, thinking that he is the only one worthy of being attacked by others.

"You do have the potential to make people want to kill you." Sophia glanced at Mycroft and nodded in agreement with his guess.

Just because she doesn't like politics doesn't mean she doesn't know anything about it. Mycroft's position is destined to be the center of a power vortex. For such a person, there will be countless people standing behind him, and there will be countless people Stand opposite him.It would undoubtedly be a very cost-effective thing if he could be killed while he was just in power and had not yet fully controlled the power in his hands.

"You know I'll be very sad when you say that, right?" Mycroft touched his nose. Although it's true that people hate him, he still feels embarrassed to be said so bluntly.

"Don't discuss such useless things, don't you wonder how they got the bomb on the plane?" Sophia didn't care about Mycroft's embarrassment.

You, a guy who is so good at playing politics, will be sad because of this?Don't just talk about it, okay?

"There's nothing to be curious about. There are only a few possibilities, but none of them can escape the help of insiders." Regarding this question, Mycroft's attitude was very cold.

It's easy to say that he's dead, but now that he's not dead, I'm sorry, someone else should die!

"Not necessarily. Since I can change my appearance, it doesn't rule out that there are other people who can also change their appearance. Don't forget that there are also mutants. Their abilities are all strange." Sophia said slowly explain.

Compared with her face-changing method, which still needs to use mental power to make masks, some mutants can directly change into the appearance of others. If they participate, it is not impossible.

"Even if these people get involved, it doesn't mean that no one is colluding with them internally. A mutant may have the ability to become someone else, but some professional skills are not something they can possess." Mycroft Te shook his head, indicating that mutants would not be the focus of this incident.

"And Magneto is not in the UK now. Even if he is in the UK, with his character, he prefers to force it directly rather than engage in such conspiratorial tricks, so I think there are mutants involved in this matter." They are probably also marginal figures, and it is more likely that there are no traces of them in this matter. Using bombs is a method, but it is more like the style of underground forces." He explained.

Mutants... He has no opinion on the IQ of mutants, but this group of people really don't have the talent for conspiracies and tricks. They all rely on their mutant abilities to be tough, which is a waste of their powerful strength!

The style of bombs is really not something they can do, but more like what those criminals in London did.Of course, it cannot be ruled out that some radical mutants are using a cover-up method to cover up the black hand behind it, but this possibility is very small, almost negligible.

Sophia is thinking from the perspective of her own supernatural ability, and overestimates the abilities of others, but in fact there are not so many strong people in this world.Especially in Europe, there are far fewer messy ability users here than in North America, and it is a completely different world from that country that is coveted by various villains and aliens all day long!

"You mean Moriarty?" The words of the underground forces... Sophia remembered someone.

She also captured one of the professor's capable subordinates before and threw it to Mycroft. This time, it must not be because of this, right?

"It's very possible." Mycroft said, barely propping himself up in a fairly normal sitting posture.

"Although I don't know what this Professor Moriarty looks like so far, the materials I have are enough to prove that this is a lunatic, or a very crazy kind of lunatic. His behavior pattern is completely It's beyond the imagination of ordinary people, so it's not very strange that he did such a crazy thing." He carefully put his left leg into a position that didn't hurt so much.

Never use the thinking of a normal person to merge with a psychopath!

This was his biggest thought after listening to Sebastian Moran's confession. Moriarty, a man, is not normal at all!Even if he has a high IQ and means, it can only show that he is a smart lunatic. You should never try to figure out his thoughts. This kind of person will often do many unexpected things, causing many innocent people to fall for him. One of their thoughts cost them their lives.

"But I remember that his target was not Sherlock? Why did he turn to you?" Sophia blinked and asked another question.

She clearly remembered that when he tortured Moran last time, the other party said that Moriarty focused all his energy on Mr. Holmes and was planning to surprise him recently. Why did he suddenly change his target?

"Perhaps after Moran was caught, he changed his mind?" Mycroft said a more likely reason, "This kind of person is always unwilling to fail, even if this kind of failure has nothing to do with him. Nothing. But now that we've shown him the challenge, things have changed."

Sebastian Moran is Moriarty's confidant, and he has too many secrets in his hands. If this kind of person died, Moriarty might not be so angry, because the dead are the best Keeper of secrets, he will never reveal Moriarty's secrets.But it's different when he disappears, which means that he is likely to reveal these secrets, which is not a good thing for a king of London's underground forces. He is not sure how much Moran will expose him It is like a timed bomb hanging by his side, ready to blow up the dark emperor of London to pieces at any time!

In this case, it is very possible that he wants to blow up others to pieces, and even this possibility is very high.

"Really, why are underground forces so troublesome." Sophia sighed.

Really different regions, social development is also different ah.Her hometown is engaged in business, culture, and arms in Italy, but Moriarty is engaged in assassinations and crimes in London, and she also came up with a crime consultation like Sherlock. Is it true that the British Empire is weird?

"Don't engage in regional discrimination." Mycroft knew from the girl's tone that she must be slandering the messy forces in Britain again.

But why didn't she think about it, Britain doesn't have the Italian specialty?

Everyone is from the light camp to the light camp, and the dark camp to the dark camp. By the way, they each try to occupy the gray area in the middle. Although this method is a bit confusing for outsiders, it has taken root in this country for hundreds of years. People What can be done is to adapt to it, not eradicate it, because in the development of these hundreds of years, it has already become a vine that is entangled with society and cannot be separated. Who can say that he is really pure and innocent? ?

"When did I engage in regional discrimination? Don't slander me casually." Sophia glanced at him, flicked her index finger, and hooked a box not far away that looked like it was used by a lady.

"What are you doing?" Mycroft looked at Sophia violently splitting the box and asked curiously, regardless of the issue of defamation or not.

Above the sea, even if it is slander, there is no place to find a lawyer, right?

"Makeup. As you said just now, it's unrealistic for us to return to England like this. It's better to make it up for ourselves." Sophia replied, I don't know how long it will take, so it's better to save a little reading.

By the way, she threw the ripped open box aside, but she didn't find the cosmetics she wanted inside.

"You don't have much thought power left on your body. My suggestion is to concentrate them on your wounds. This will prevent your wounds from deteriorating. It will also make subsequent recovery much easier and effectively reduce sequelae. Sophia said while paddling the sea water with the torn-off box cover and continued to look for tools.

Mycroft was different from her. He had just begun to recite, and he had just begun to recite in such a brutal way, and he had gone through a crisis that almost killed him, and the recitation on his body was almost exhausted.And the current environment is undoubtedly not suitable for him to meditate and recover, so it is best to concentrate these recitations in useful places.

"I'll listen to the professionals." Mycroft nodded. "Wait a minute." He called as he passed a box.

"What's the matter?" Sophia raised her eyebrows looking at the huge ugly box. There can't be a cosmetic bag in this thing, right?

"We may still be drifting for a few days, and we need to store some things." Mycroft looked at Sophia helplessly and said.

I know your ability is very powerful, but you can't stop eating, right?

"Oh." Sophia turned her head silently.

She forgot about it.

She had been thinking about swimming back when she regained her physical strength, and she didn't care about the food at all.And this is in the sea, the most abundant food storage for human beings, what else to worry about?

But he forgot that Mycroft is different from her who can eat prey directly in the wild. The other party has always been a civilized person. I am afraid that he cannot accept raw birds and fish...

"Wait, there seems to be a voice." Suddenly, Sophia became alert.

Compared with the rookie Mycroft who just started studying, Sophia is undoubtedly more sensitive. She heard some sounds that should not exist on the sea, just like the sound of her uncle's yacht when it was sailing.

"Yacht or helicopter?" Mycroft also became alert, and he realized in an instant that this was aimed at those passengers on the plane who might not have died yet.

It has only been less than half an hour since the plane exploded and fell, and the ground in London does not necessarily know what happened in the sky.This speed cannot come from the rescuers, it can only be the mastermind behind the scenes.So, who are these people?

"Yacht." Sophia said sullenly.

No matter who the other party came for, it made her feel bad.

"I think we should do some camouflage." Mycroft also scowled.

No matter who the other party is after, it is not a good thing for them to live here.

"Good idea." Sophia said grimly.

This might be a good thing. Rather than go back and investigate who did it, it is better to figure it out now. At least on the sea, it is very easy to abandon a corpse.

Sophia, deeply influenced by the creed of beating the enemy Hakka, finds that she has an outlet without waiting to torture her poor game console when she returns to London.

"It's a pity this blanket." Mycroft pulled the blanket off Sophia's body and threw it into the sea with a cold expression on his face.

How soft-hearted will a man who has been an agent be?

Mr. Holmes, who is now a politician, will tell you that even with a little bit of soft-heartedness, he would have died in a foreign country instead of controlling the lives of more people now.

So he really has no opinion on Sophia's plan, and he is even thinking about how to deal with the follow-up incidents so that this matter will not make their situation too bad.

"We'll have better ones instead." Sophia slid from the plank into the water, temporarily becoming a floating 'corpse'.

"That's right." Mycroft smiled, untied the strap between the chair and the board, and slid into the sea as well.

The posture is a bit weird, but the mood is very happy.Revenge on the spot is much more refreshing than slowly looking for the murderer after returning home, but I don't know if the murderer went to battle in person or sent his men down as cannon fodder?

"Professor, there is no need for us to come here in such a hurry. The airline will give us a satisfactory result." Accompanied by the roar of the engine, there was a sound so subtle that ordinary people could not hear it at all.

"Shutup~" However, this frivolous and excited voice could not escape Sophia's ears.

"...a young man, not more than forty years old, I think he is probably an acting personality." Sophia floated beside Mycroft, whispering in his ear.

This is really a voice that makes people want to beat him up!

The banter and slight trembling in that tone all showed the bad character of the voice owner, as if a poisonous snake was spitting out a letter, hissing, and might pop out its head at any time to give the target a hard bite.

"Professor? So my dear, you see, I can still guess something occasionally." Mycroft said with some self-deprecation.

He wasn't too surprised that the person who came could be Moriarty, the legendary professor.From Moran's mouth and his past behavior style, it can be inferred what a crazy person this is. If he attacks a person, or an enemy with a very important position, the most likely result is See with your own eyes if the other party is really completely dead.

"...Sherlock's brother, the smart British government, we should give him enough respect." Sophia perfectly relayed the words of the professor.

"That sounds really disgusting." Mycroft frowned, because Miss Esther had perfectly copied the other party's voice and accent when relaying the story.

"What's even more disgusting is that you will soon be able to see him with your own eyes." Sophia's voice was full of joy.

Judging from the voices she heard, there were not many people coming this time, so it should be easy to solve.

"By the way, can you still use your hands?" Sophia suddenly remembered something and asked Mycroft.

"There is something wrong with the left hand, but there is no problem with the right hand." Mr. Holmes took a deep look at Sophia and replied.

Asking this kind of question at this time has a deep meaning.

"This is for you, maybe you can avenge yourself." Sophia didn't care about the other party's eyes, and directly lifted the clothes on her stomach, and peeled off a sticker-like thing from the flat belly. The sudden appearance of the hand wooden box was given to Mycroft.

Mycroft, Mycroft was shocked, what kind of fucking black technology is this! ?

Changing face, changing hands, changing height, modifying memory, and manipulating behavior are all enough for him to let his imagination fly. Why does this kind of magical and completely unlearnable thing appear now?Is there a different dimension connected to Sophia's belly?

He stared at the flat abdomen that didn't even have any muscles, and couldn't help but put his hands on it, trying to truly feel whether the girl in front of him was a real existence, or was it a projection of some strange plane?

"Don't forget that you are a dead person now." Sophia slapped Mycroft's hand off expressionlessly.

What a fuss, her dad can still make condoms with Nian, it's just hiding something on his body, what's the big deal?

"Professor, no living people were found..." What made the two of them quiet again was the yacht that had approached them.

Those people seem to have used some tool to confirm whether there is still life in the sea.

"Continue to search." The young man's voice sounded again, it sounded like he was not insane just now, it was very calm, and the rapid change of mood was simply surprising.

Ah, neurosis.Miss Esther thought.

Although she had seen many perverts, Sophia still decided to hate this man. After all, the other perverts she had seen didn't intend to kill her, did they?

Well, there are good and bad perverts, she thought silently.

Without spending too much time, the yacht gradually approached the two of them.

"Professor, it seems to be the target." A man glanced at the two people who were leaning together, and said hesitantly.

That man looked like the target their boss had described, but who was that woman next to him?

He was a little surprised, the corpses on the sea were all floating around one by one, but the two in front of him were close together, and he always felt that something was wrong.

"Hello." Before he could figure out what was wrong, the body soaked in the sea suddenly jumped out of the water.

"You—" Not dead!

The man with disheveled hair stared wide-eyed, clutching his neck and slowly fell down, the last sentence was swallowed, and there was no chance to say it again.

"Bang—" There was a sound from the wooden warehouse, and his companion also fell down.

It seemed like a trap, the kind specially set up for them, so that these people would walk here unconsciously and jump off automatically.

"Well, well, you really deserve to be Mycroft Holmes." The man standing on the yacht clapped his hands and praised.

With quick eyes, well-shaped eyebrows, good features, and a neat Westwood suit, he looked as if he was going to a musical.

"What should I call you? Professor? Or Mr. Moriarty?" Mycroft, who was still dripping all over his body, didn't seem to be in any distress at all, and calmly asked this gentleman who was trying to get him to see God.

"Jim, just call me Jim, that's what my friends call me." The young man smiled, looking happy, and motioned for the two wet people to sit under the parasol on the deck.

"Give us a drink, honey," he said into the ship's intercom.

"I thought you wouldn't die so easily, but I didn't expect you to be so healthy. It seems that this should be due to Miss Este?" Moriarty sat on the chair, crossed his legs, The expression turned into curiosity.

To be honest, he never took this lady seriously, even if she was the girl from the famous Este family.Because she really didn't have any Sicilian characteristics, if it was her tough mother, maybe he would still be interested, but this girl who has no fun in life can't be included in his fun list at all.

Because of this, even the kidnapping proposed by his partner was left to others instead of planning by himself.Of course, after the kidnapping failed, he didn't actually pay attention to her. Obviously, this was a good thing done by the British government. Mycroft Holmes must have guessed that someone would target this girl. Lay out the trap.

The only thing he was curious about was why the 'Iceman' was interested in this girl.

But love has never been rational, and this reason is not important to him. He did not expect that this kind of negligence was the most important reason for his failure, so he was wrong, did he make a mistake in judgment?It seems that women really shouldn't be underestimated so much, he rubbed his chin and chuckled.

"Correct guess, but no reward," Mycroft replied, his eyes roving over Moriarty's face, trying to figure out why he wanted to kill him.

"No, no, no, there is still something like a reward. For example, I am very curious about the reason why you survived this disaster. If I don't get the answer, I will die~" Moriah Dee started talking again in his artificial voice when he got excited.

Then Sophia and Mycroft saw a row of strong men with wooden warehouses coming out of the cabin.

"Then you go to die." Accompanied by Sophia's cold voice, were the voices of Moriarty's subordinates falling to the ground behind him.

Almost in an instant, his elite subordinates who had been selected thousands of times turned into a pile of corpses. Moriarty didn't even see how the woman made the move, but only saw a figure coming from him. Passing by, the bloodstains gradually oozing from the white shirts on the chests of those fierce men proved that they were no longer alive.

"Crack!" Sophia threw the blood on her hand to the ground in disgust.

Although it's hypocritical to say that a killer hates bloodstains, Sophia really doesn't like to end other people's lives in this way. It's too rough and troublesome. She stayed in the bathroom for a long time, so it was always difficult for her to understand why her dad was so keen on licking the blood on the playing cards. Don't you know how many viruses and bacteria are on there?

I really don't know why my father can tolerate such a bad habit of his!

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" Sophia, who was expecting Moriarty's frightened face, was disappointed, but what she got was the aria-like praise from the other party.

Tsk, really, a pervert is a pervert, and this kind of bloody scene can't make him change his face.

"What a wonderful performance!" Moriarty leaned forward and looked at Sophia with eyes so eager that almost everything could be set on fire, "Dear Miss Esther, don't you think we should be the last ones?" Is it suitable?"

He stood up, opened his arms and turned around, "Look at this artistic technique, precise, fast and beautiful, you have unparalleled talent in this, but you are trapped in a moral shackle by this guy, Don't you find this kind of life boring?"

Moriarty propped his arms on the table, pointed at Mycroft who had been silent all this time, and issued his own