[Comprehensive] Baker Street Survival Guide

The advanced wards of the hospital are decorated with a home-like atmosphere.The walls are not pale, and the exquisite stickers and photo frames hanging on the wall have forcibly added some color to life.

But the salt water bottle extending from the back of Mycroft's hand, together with the life support equipment tightly surrounded him, killed all the illusions of deliberate planning.

This was the first day Mycroft came out of the intensive care unit. He was still in a coma, but he managed to save his life.

Now, Joanna can no longer predict his life and death from Mycroft.Being transferred from the intensive care unit does not mean that he has escaped the prying eyes of Death God, but just now, Joanna saw a sign that he was finally safe on Mycroft's body.After this change, everything about Mycroft's future has returned to a state of ignorance, shrouded in mist.

Surveillance is installed in the ward, and there are 24-hour care. Joanna's existence is just a proof of her stubbornness. Some people call her behavior love, and privately call it—unrequited love for abusing her father's name.

But the truth of the matter may not be so romantic.

There is a cubicle on the side of the ward, which was originally reserved for family members to keep watch at night.Joanna slept on that single bed logically. There was only one wall between her and Mycroft, so she would occasionally lie down and think about which room in his memory palace Mr. Holmes was in a coma now. .

Joanna's clothing is temporarily on duty by Cynthia.The female secretary thoughtfully prepared a full set of costumes. After Joanna showed her extraordinary ability as a 'consultant', her living conditions were significantly improved.

Cynthia never told Joanna any secrets, but Joanna can bypass all levels of authority with only her mobile phone and charger, which roughly explains what Cynthia is busy with every day... Cynthia has no opinions from such people reason for rejection.

Joanna provided Cynthia with some help, such as how to arrange the distribution of security—she is naturally good at finding loopholes in some systems.After switching and rearranging again and again, Joanna never explained the reason why she did so, but the female secretary guessed that Joanna didn't want Sherlock to bypass these security guards when she came.

Perhaps there are other reasons.

—None of them gave up looking for the assassin.

But the person who was not named and did not leave a shadow in the surveillance really disappeared into the crowd and submerged in the blue ocean like a drop of water.

"Cynthia, don't you think the room is narrow enough? Can you stop sending flowers in!"

flowers.Another feature in Mycroft's ward.Also Joanna's least favorite thing.When she was hospitalized, there were so many precious flowers in the ward, but the people who visited her always lacked sincerity.

"Are you allergic to any flowers?" Cynthia knew that Joanna didn't mean that, and she was just asking routinely.

"If that's the case... I just found out that we happened to be in the hospital." Joanna smiled: "These flowers have been scanned and checked? Even the cards are uniformly written, I can't read them." Find out if there is any sincerity in it."

"It's just a tradition." Cynthia said helplessly.She was talking about the tradition of expecting the sick to recover.But Joanna's circuit is a little different from hers.

"So if it was flowers received at Mycroft's funeral, would you scan them too?"

"..." Cynthia didn't speak.

"Then... it really needs to be scanned..." Joanna sighed fiercely.

"You're in a good mood today... have you been trying to liven up the atmosphere?" Cynthia thought for a while, and finally realized that Joanna was joking with her.

"It's a pity that I can't share my good mood with others." Joanna sat on the sofa and said briskly, "I have a feeling that this fat man is about to wake up, and then he will find that he is no longer a fat man..."

This is the funniest wording Cynthia has heard since she came in today.For the past three days, when Mycroft was dying, Joanna had taken time out of her busy schedule to complain about the clothes she had chosen, babbling endlessly about taste and style, a disaster.She acted like she didn't care about Mycroft, even if she didn't.

"But the person who assassinated him was still not found, and the person monitoring Sherlock lost him..." Cynthia came here for Sherlock's disappearance, and she hoped that Joanna could give some clues.God knows!Joanna's other name is probably gps positioning system!In the past few days, she had found someone faster than a trained agent.

"Now everyone is guessing whether he will die like this... This is the most interesting part." Joanna didn't care too much about Sherlock's safety.The great detective will at least live in a certain corner of the world until it is confirmed that Mycroft is dead. "He will show up, you don't have to worry too much."

The secrecy of information is a very interesting science.For example, the details of Mycroft's assassination this time are only known to very few people, including people outside the system like Watson and Lestrade.Or give an example from a long time ago, the incident of Sherlock jumping off the building, the witness Watson didn't know that he had faked his death, but at least [-] homeless people knew.

Joanna answered Cynthia's question casually.She watched Cynthia suddenly stop talking, and all her attention was shifted to the adjacent hospital bed.

Joanna followed Cynthia's gaze, and the man on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes.

Mycroft spent a long and lonely time. He didn't stay in the crumbling memory palace as Joanna guessed. On the contrary, he always walked on a narrower and narrower path, one step at a time. He stopped and moved forward, almost crushing every bone in his body!

From a certain point of view, the role of this nightmare is more educational than the teachings of ten nutritionists.Losing weight is very important, otherwise there is no way to keep moving forward.

After waking up, the world was erratic. Mycroft silently endured the weakness and dizziness after losing blood. He heard the conversation between Joanna and Cynthia that was completely out of line. He listened without cause and effect, Listen like a normal person.

"Mr. Holmes..." Cynthia tried to control her tone, not to show excessive excitement. "I'll call the doctor over..."

"Let them wait at the door first, I need to talk to Miss Hilde." Mycroft earnestly made Joanna look sideways.

Fortunately, his physical condition is not a reason for others to disobey him.Cynthia exited silently, leaving only Joanna and Mycroft in the room.

"Can you come over a little bit? The current distance is not suitable for communication."

"How big do you think a ward is?" Joanna retorted, but she still walked to the bed. "Let's make room for me." By the way, Joanna snatched a seat from Mycroft's hospital bed, and seeing the patient move to the side with difficulty, Joanna sat in Mycroft contentedly. On Te's hospital bed, start talking.

"I can exclusively provide you with the appearance of the assassin. In exchange, I need to know your source." Mycroft was a conscientious working machine, and Joanna finally understood the true meaning of this.

"I don't need to know who the assassin is. Revenge is your own business. You are thinking too much in exchange for my news!"

"But you have been standing by my hospital bed, what prompted you to do this?" Mycroft offered to exchange, just to start a conversation.They don't seem to be very comfortable with the warm and affectionate opening, and they all need some rational things to adjust and support.

Joanna didn't quite buy his account.

"Anyway, I've said this to countless people these days, and it's okay to say it to you yourself... The official reason I stay here is——I like you."

After Joanna finished speaking, she found sadly that she had told a lie a thousand times, and she was almost used to it.

"I need a more personal reason. You can tell me only one person, and you don't have to worry about leaking the secret." Mycroft followed Joanna's words.

"You don't need to know this. I will leave your ward when I think it's appropriate. If it goes well, maybe I can catch the mastermind."

Mycroft let out an 'ah'.He pretended to be enlightened and said: "Very well, now we have a common goal."

"The profile given by Cynthia... Do you think the mastermind is an elderly guy?"

"Do you disagree?"

Joanna nodded solemnly.She believed in her own judgment, but she didn't want to mess up the matter because of her arrogance. All of this was based on the safety of her father, and she never joked about the lives of her family members.

"My judgment is contrary to yours. I think my opponent is a very young man..."

Mycroft did not ask Joanna how she had come to her conclusion.It was a kind of torture for him to start doing mental work just after waking up. He was not very able to think about complicated things, and the headache distracted him.But he didn't want to show it in front of Joanna, forced himself to think, and came to the conclusion: "...you think you'll meet him on a blind date...that's really a big advantage for you."

ridicule!

Although this is indeed the case, the ease and joy of being understood and the embarrassment of being complained about at the same time affect Joanna's mood. Putting it all together, Joanna is still not very happy.The news that she was forced to go on a blind date was brought up, which was a bit embarrassing. Even if it was part of the plan, it was definitely not the so-called 'advantage' that Mycroft said.

Mr. Holmes' mouth has always been vicious, and it is still the same on the hospital bed!

Joanna keenly sensed Mycroft's disapproval.Apparently, the initial profile of the person behind the scenes came from Mycroft, "You don't agree with what I said?" She wanted to discuss the details with Mycroft, but suddenly found that Mycroft's eyes A little erratic, his mind is no longer on this issue.

—He was thinking... Sherlock?Cynthia's work progress?Or recall the assassination?

Joanna couldn't guess what the man with a face as pale as paper was thinking.

He has too many things to worry about, maybe he is already thinking about a series of tasks that need to be completed after he is discharged from the hospital...

But the conversation has been unilaterally broken off.Joanna did not continue to stir up the topic, but concluded: "I will stay in your ward for two more days, choose an appropriate time to leave..."

Mycroft nodded. The expression he looked at Joanna made her feel a little hairy. At the same time, Joanna got a reply: "Yes. I will ask Cynthia to arrange a room next door for you. There is no need for you to stay in my room all the time. In the ward."

There seems to be no way to refute...

Joanna nodded coldly.She put the mobile phone, which kept getting news, into her pocket, stood up from McClufout's bed, and gently closed the door to go out.