[Comprehensive] Baker Street Survival Guide

Mycroft, who was wearing a bathrobe, walked all the way, leaving the three-piece suit he was used to, and the thick layer of towel always gave him a feeling of disarming his armor.

Walking to the decorative water tank at the reception of the hot spring, bending down, Mycroft found some architectural model landscapes.Inside the tank are some ferocious sea creatures - specifically crabs and sea urchins - guarded by tiny models.At first glance, the dark blue water tank is not much different from ordinary decorations, but in order to accommodate these small creatures, the water tank must simulate the living climate of the ocean, ordinary hot springs do not need to go through so much trouble, that is—— Prepared for Mycroft.

Mycroft, who was wearing a nightgown, looked at the water tank with some headaches for a while.After searching around, he saw a bunch of keys at the bottom of the tank, near a model of the London Eye.

Well, Joanna is testing his fishing skills!

Mycroft straightened up, he was so focused on the puzzle in the tank that he ignored the surprised eyes of the staff.

"Sir, may I help you?" He spoke enthusiastically in Italian, and since Mycroft only had a bathrobe on his body, the other party regarded him as a vacationer from his own country.

"No." She spoke fluent Italian, even with a local accent.

The other party saw the key in the water tank, so they didn't stop Mycroft's actions below.

The fun of the game is chasing the target yourself.If this is the last game, no one else should interfere.

Therefore, the guests who went to and from the hot spring were lucky enough to see a strange tourist trying to salvage a key from the decorative fish tank with some simple tools...

——He used the key to open the door of another hotel room, and used a high-power telescope to enjoy the night sky of Rome in that special view room.This is not the palace of heroic spirits. There may be many stories with profound meaning in the starry sky, but it is too insignificant to a confused and tired passerby.

Even so, Mycroft still raised his head and memorized the star map above his head.If he was a little more ignorant, he might be able to recognize a certain star in the sky as Joanna, firmly believing that she would be watching him from afar.

But following this line of thought, even if Joanna is really a star, she is probably a well-calculated artificial satellite, watching the world from afar.When she opened the chapter in the best era, she suddenly exploded.

If you think about it this way, it's not hard to find.Most fairy tales are difficult to justify. People like to deceive themselves. In fact, in most cases, they have already felt it subconsciously.

At this point, the treasure hunt game designed by Joanna has roughly her pattern to follow.Mycroft was a little curious about what awaited him at the end, but his curiosity wasn't too strong.

Could it be that Joanna was doing it wrong, that instead of helping him out of the hurt, her game was driving him deeper and deeper?

Certain clues appear in unexpected places, such as the constellations marked by a special luminous pen on the shell of this high-powered astronomical telescope, and a long series of arrogant and elegant confessions.

Mycroft still didn't know a lot about Joanna. He didn't know that Joanna was a fan of old movies, and he didn't know that she had studied star charts so thoroughly.

Unlock the password of the star map, follow the GPS coordinates to find a coffee shop with unique decoration on the food street of Plaza de la Fiori.Following the owner's advice and ordering a latte, the pattern on the coffee cup pointed to the next place.Hearing the performances of wandering entertainers in the past, being divined by a gypsy girl for free, Joanna's invisible guidance comes with authentic food and scenery in Rome.

Mycroft no longer considered Joanna's purpose.

When he began to get used to this comfortable atmosphere, as if Joanna was always by his side invisibly, as if she was the final treasure of the treasure hunt game, the game was finally coming to an end.

On the seventh day of traveling alone, the Vatican on the west bank of the Tiber River was sunny.

The last note reads - go to the shopping street and order a suit for yourself, and then don't miss it anymore.

There is a special magic to this sentence, and Joanna's behavior is viciously anticlimactic.

Mycroft already had dozens of notes in his wallet.

He was standing in front of the suit shop, showing off the beautiful suits in the window, but the man reflected in the mirror looked lonely.

"You can design the game better, Joanna." Mycroft sighed, and pushed the door into the shop anyway.

The plane took off from the airport, and when it passed through the clouds, it was slightly bumpy for a while, and after it stabilized, you can use the approved electronic products.

The VIP cabin provided champagne, as well as the files that Cynthia had transferred to his computer.

After a while, someone will ask Mycroft, how was his trip?Most people couldn't find a trace of sadness in Mycroft's expression.Holmes are born masters of deception, they know how to carefully cover up their sadness.

And the answers to these questions are mostly the same.

——Mycroft said that he received a lot of interesting little gifts during his travels.But he never said how those gifts broke his heart.

Afterwards Sherlock deliberately took some time out to smoke a cigarette with his brother.

"Joanna's personal belongings have been sorted out. If you don't want it, Hilde will take it. Your father-in-law doesn't like you too much for not protecting his daughter!" Watson in the distance He looked at the two brothers with some concern.

He was worried that Sherlock would irritate Mycroft by saying something he shouldn't have said.

After all, Joanna's death changed the trajectory of some people's lives.Tom's position was further promoted.Mr. Hild suffered the loss of his daughter in his later years.People say that he was lucky not to witness the death of his daughter, otherwise it is not known whether he can continue to walk.

Even so, he retired year by year and was replaced by Tom, a serious young man.He is sophisticated, has beautiful peach blossom eyes, and no one has seen him in anything but a black suit. The rumor is that Tom is wearing mourning for someone, and the sadness continues forever.

Corresponding to the rumors, there is another thing that everyone is sure of.

——Tom inherited Mr. Hilde's hatred for Mycroft, so it wouldn't cause a storm in the city, but some people did witness the two men confronting each other in the elevator.

The so-called growth is nothing more than a person's rise in the pain of loss =, becoming an unexpected appearance.For Tom, on the day of Joanna's wedding, he took Mr. Hilde out of the venue step by step. He vaguely guessed what was going to happen, but he said to himself: don't look back, and don't make a sound.

Growth is what happens in that moment.

Let’s use Joanna’s death date as the dividing point of time. This date is marked on many people’s calendars. A few years later, many people no longer remember who this day represents. But they all know that many high-level executives will ask for leave on this day, and the entire department will fall into a low pressure, and they need to be careful when doing things...

The first death day after Joanna left.

The person who came over to deliver the flowers hadn't worked out a reasonable misalignment schedule.

Mycroft and Tom each took a bouquet of red roses, and they stood in front of the tombstone in neat suits, making the gravekeeper almost think they saw a courtship in the cemetery.

"You still remember coming to see her on this day!" Tom's tone was somewhat ironic.

"She's my wife."

"She's my friend too." Tom glanced at Mycroft.From this man, he could not see any loss or sadness.How much did Joanna's death affect him?Just a stranger's departure?Or is it not important enough to be sad on the eighth day?

Regarding the fact that Mycroft took off his dark suit and put on newly made clothes when he returned from Rome, Tom didn't deserve Joanna, and he could still be bitter about it for the rest of his life.

At this time, Tom's nerves were once again resentful, and he suddenly said, "I haven't greeted you about your trip to Rome last year. Before you retire, you may not have such an opportunity!"

"Ah...!" Mycroft seemed to have just remembered what happened in Rome.He gave an odd smile. "I was just thinking, Joanna could actually write a suicide note." But that's not Joanna.

On the day I got that custom suit, Joanna's room in the memory palace was closed forever.

"Her death can only be remembered for such a short time for you!... If Joanna didn't know you..." Tom put down the rose, and he ruthlessly passed by Mycroft. He hit him hard and left without apology.

Mycroft paid no attention to the pain in his shoulder.He bent down to put his own bouquet of roses, then picked up Tom's bouquet, and placed it on the tombstone next door.

For a moment there was emotion other than indifference in his gray-blue eyes, but it quickly faded away.

Mycroft often wondered if Joanna had done something else—she had indeed left Mr. Hilde with some faith that kept Hilde from breaking down.In a sense, what Joanna values ​​most is her family.

Mycroft's cell phone rang at this moment.He didn't have to worry about running into trouble with Tom, but Joanna definitely didn't want him to have a dispute with Mr. Hilde.

It is always right to install a software on the mobile phone and keep a distance of 50 meters from Mr. Hilde at all times.

Before leaving, Mycroft patted Joanna's tombstone, "My roses have been delivered...if your father wants to throw them away...I'll come back tomorrow to give you some."

Before Joanna's tombstone, there is always a bouquet of roses, every day.

On the second death day, the men learned to check each other's schedules so they didn't clash.

Mr. Hilde's schedule was always uncoordinated.A father has a right to see his daughter at all times, and everyone else is obliged to avoid Mr. Hilder.

During this year, Mycroft solved several large-scale terrorist\cases.As Sherlock said, he has caused wars, calmly decided the life and death of others, and ruthlessly pushed away those women who came to his door.

and the decades to come.

Joanna's No.15 death anniversary.

Mycroft brought the news of Mr. Joanna Heald's death.The old man left very peacefully, leaving in sleep, calmly and without pain.

Many times, Mycroft wondered if he could have such a happy ending.

The contacts left by Joanna helped him a lot.Some people reluctantly showed up at Mycroft's work, provided him with some key links of support, and gave him a hand on the edge of the precipice.

The intelligence industry is not a place to die.The same goes for smart people.

Still a handful of roses, half leaning against the black marble tombstone.This time Mycroft didn't throw away Tom's handful.

No.20 five death days after Qiao An left.

Mycroft retired.

He found a guy younger than Tom, and let him have a good game of wits.

The three-piece suit that Rome had custom-made could no longer fit.

When Sherlock saw him recently, he said, "Fortunately, Joanna doesn't have to see you now. She probably doesn't want to live with a fat man!"

"It's only three kilos, Sherlock."

Few people dared to mention Joanna in Mycroft's ear. This name was often only mentioned in the dead of night.Mycroft was not in the habit of keeping a diary, but he would consider keeping one after retirement.

No.20 six death days after Joanna left.

Mycroft saw Will's figure far away on the path.He decided not to go there, to give Joanna and his friends some time.

"Joanna...I'm just here to tell you that Hannibal is gone...Even if you're a hunter, everything ends. I think he's already come to you...It's probably not too bad for you Good news...but it doesn't matter, you can beat him with your experience!"

Will himself laughed as he talked.He thought of the stolen days of the past twenty years.They roamed the towns and cities of Europe, and Hannibal liked luxuries, and he always had them.

Most of the time, Hannibal can keep his little hobbies under control.For a fraction of the time, Will would watch over him.

"Hannibal left by my side. I think it's a natural thing. So don't worry about me, we'll see each other soon."

It was a rainy day, and Will didn't have an umbrella.

Curly hair that was once black has turned silvery white.

But his taste in clothing has improved with time and partners.

To Will, Hannibal wasn't a wanted man on file who was confirmed dead, but an addictive habit.Withdrawal is always painful, but the day will come eventually.

After Will left, Mycroft walked to Joanna's tombstone with an umbrella.

"He didn't even send you a single flower...but I brought it anyway."

A rose that never fades day by day.Ten years of reservations have made him a senior customer of the rose cultivation base, and even during festivals, his lonely and empty home will be decorated with a few bouquets of flowers.

"You have to be mentally prepared, Joanna. Those annoying guys are coming to you one after another..."

No.30 death days.

"Sherlock has retired, and Watson has been annoyed by him recently. Moved out of his house in the suburbs. Some people should know what restraint is. Annoying honest people always leads to no good results." Mycroft A rare time to gloat.

"And your roses... Sherlock being abandoned, I think it's worth celebrating."

No.30 a death day.

Another strange visitor came to Joanna's tombstone.

Harry, who has been retired for many years, brought Joanna a bouquet of lilies.The people around him are somewhat worried about his emotions, they are careful, but he can't talk about his sadness.

"Eggsy was hit by a stray bullet while on a mission. Didn't die, but fell into a coma. I'd love to think better... But the truth is, he's on a ventilator right now, barring a miracle. "

"Just to let you know,... the text message you wrote to me at the time - 'There are always infinite possibilities for living people'... I really cherish the opportunity to choose, these years, it doesn't count Too much regret."

"So, thank you."

The only thing Harry can be sure of is: Eggsy should have left when the miracle happened.

The cycle of life is so cruel that only the dead can face it consistently and calmly.Harry isn't praising Joanna's death, it's just that fairy tales never end well.The ending is - those who love each other may not always be happy together.

No.30 five death days.

During the heavy rain, Sherlock, whose hair was already gray, found Joanna's tombstone under an umbrella.

The red roses in front of the tombstone were scattered by the rainstorm.The dead are powerless after all.

Sherlock just glanced at it, then put down the lily he had brought.

"Watson passed away. Seventy-seven. Wednesday. Memory palaces break down, but some people never forget. Help me take care of him."

No.30 seven death days.

Another funeral took place in the cemetery.

Some generous epitaphs were read by the priest, the coffin was lowered with the flag, and many famous people attended the funeral.

Mycroft Holmes.Government officials are honored and honored, the highest honor for an official.

It has been praised by successive prime ministers and colleagues.

Few acquaintances attended the funeral.Most of them are newcomers and juniors, envious of Mr. Holmes' ingenuity, wisdom, power, and his ending.

Most people are still struggling, but some people have reached the end happily.

Sherlock stood among the crowd, his cloudy eyes revealing some kind of memories of the past.

During the last years of Mycroft's life, his memory declined dramatically.At first, some people were worried that he would reveal some things about his work, but then they discovered that he just habitually visited the cemetery every day.

Every day is a new beginning, and Joanna needs someone to be with.

This was something no one dared to think of before.

But the truth is, Mycroft has forgotten most of them, but he remembers a woman who died 37 years ago.It is embarrassing that the feelings are so deep and hidden so deep.

With the filling of the tomb, the dead are dead, and the coffin is closed.

Mycroft was buried next to Joanna, and Sherlock knew that this was something he had decided on the first day.

"Mr. Holmes." Cynthia called Sherlock.

Sherlock is now the only Mr. Holmes.

Sherlock looked back at her, but didn't know if he recognized her.

"Please grief."

Sherlock shook his head, turned and left.

If the lovers are separated forever, then patiently wait for the day when they meet again.Before that day comes, do what you need to do, bear the lives of two people, and walk alone.

When walking out of the cemetery, Sherlock felt that the sun was a bit dazzling.He wasn't sure if he saw it, a man and a woman, one was a familiar three-piece suit, the other was a mourning bird dress that he had almost forgotten, they turned their heads and smiled at him, then walked out of the cemetery with their fingers interlocked .

When the sun turned, Sherlock, who came back to his senses, sighed.

It might just be a passing memory palace slip-up, as he's been dreaming about Watson lately.

Some people are obsessed with it.

Some people got their wish.

The extra episode is over~