[Comprehensive] Baker Street Survival Guide

A pigeon that was supposed to appear in the square to be fed by tourists appeared inexplicably on the narrow street, and blocked a bullet for Joanna without hesitation.

——The ones with wings are not necessarily angels, it turns out that there are also doves.

The security personnel helped Joanna up from the ground, and Joanna's hands were scratched a little.The assassin had left.

"You're the luckiest person I've ever met..." Harry walked to the middle of the road, and he looked at the bloody pigeon, which was the visual proof of Joanna's good luck.

Joanna patted the clothes on her body, moved her body, sighed, and said flauntingly: "There is no way, a lucky person like me is always confident."

"There is no such thing as eternal good luck. —Joanna, I'm afraid you've already been on that person's death list." What is certain is that this safe house is no longer as safe as its name suggests.

"So we're moving again...I actually don't care if I'm in danger or not, as long as my father is safe." Joanna finished speaking by herself, and suddenly stopped—she suddenly remembered, Hilde The reason why the husband was scheduled to die three months later was entirely possible that the murderer's attention had been focused on her.

Joanna has never been able to see her own birth year.But she knew that everyone's end point was death. If this happened, Joanna would not feel too surprised.

It's just...not in this way.

Walking into the room, Joanna saw Mr. Hilde sitting upright with a serious expression.She realized that what her father was waiting for was a conversation, but this might not be the time to say anything.

Joanna turned around, and in the midst of Mr. Hilde's angry face, she turned and walked outside the door.

"Where are you going! That kind of thing happened just now, please sit down for me!"

"Sorry, I suddenly remembered that there are still some things to do... really urgent things..." Joanna dodged left and right, and ran out of the room before Hilde ordered the security to catch her .

Joanna hadn't finished speaking when she ran out the door.Listening to the sound of Harry's car starting in astonishment, Mr. Hilde began to doubt whether the people who invited Kings\man just found an extra driver for Joanna.In fact, he should have thought a long time ago that those people might be biased towards Joanna and cover her up!

Joanna, who was sitting in the car, reported the address of Mycroft's hospital.Harry couldn't figure out Joanna's mood at this moment. His video feed had been turned on again, but there was no connection to Holmes. —Harry knew that Joanna was going to find Mycroft.

Xingshi asked the crime?Or form an alliance?

Harry weighed it up, and then denied his guess.He realized that Joanna was in a daze, that she had dark circles under her eyes from staying up all night, but she looked as if she had been carved out of ice, something had changed, but Harry didn't know exactly what.

The car stopped at the gate of the hospital, and Harry showed a pass.Afterwards, the car slowly drove into the garden house surrounded by flowers.

Accompanied by Harry, Joanna went up to the third floor. She opened the door of the ward and went in, and Eggsy came out from inside.

He was pleasantly surprised to see Harry.But Harry's first question was: "How is Mr. Holmes's mood this morning?"

"He got his secretary to deal with a big problem - it seems to be a large illegal place under the bar. I don't know why he is so happy, his mood is really weird these days..."

Eggsy's narrative is a bit long-winded.Harry listened carefully, and suddenly found that Eggsy's description was a bit procrastinated, interspersed with various personal subjective opinions. Compared with Joanna, there were a few pitiful sentences, and Harry had to remind Eggsy: "A gentleman must learn to generalize Focus on it."

Immediately, Merlin's chuckle came from Harry's ear. "Come on, he's just whispering so much into your ear. I think it would be more helpful if you could teach him not to run away from writing reports all the time."

In the ward.

Joanna walked to Mycroft's side and pulled a chair for herself very familiarly.

Mr. Holmes looked good on the hospital bed, leaning on a fluffy pillow, reading a magazine.It was he who spoke first: "I think I did get a present this morning?"

Joanna didn't speak.She found an apple in the fruit basket, then found a peeler in the drawer.

"That mastermind didn't come to me, and I think I might have lost."

"So many people haven't found the murderer, and you're not the only one. At least... you found Sherlock." Mycroft could see that Joanna was in a bad mood.

"That's not something to be proud of." Joanna handled the apple and handed it to Mycroft: "I want to apologize for being harsh on you before, and thank you for saving my father."

"That's no need to apologize. Mr. Heard's safety is my job. I regret that your house in Kensington is temporarily uninhabitable."

Mycroft was waiting for Joanna to speak up.Past experience told him that forced inquiries would always have the opposite effect, and it was rare that Joanna's attitude eased, and he didn't want to be self-defeating.

"This morning, I was attacked again." Joanna saw the lag of Mycroft's information. The sudden incident, coupled with her father's distrust of Mycroft, Hilde withheld the news for a while. It is also a very normal thing.

"The attack you had at the door of the safehouse." Mycroft had seen the bruises on Joanna's hands when she entered. "Your hand is scratched, deal with the wound."

Joanna froze for a moment, she almost forgot about it.

An indescribable emotion emerged.Just like Joanna thought that her time would pass very long, Joanna suddenly discovered that her past perception of some things might be fundamentally wrong.

"I might..." A rare hesitation, then a decision: "I mean... if I die..."

"That's not going to happen," Mycroft interrupted her. "Are you just shocked... or... did you get any news?"

"I know my father is going to be in a car accident in two months. Don't you understand what that means?"

"An ability even more miraculous than the basic deductive method?"

Joanna didn't take the joke.Mycroft was rare and thoughtful. He was afraid that Joanna would regret it after telling the secret, so he interrupted Joanna's conversation.This attitude was completely different from when they met, Mycroft did respect her, and Joanna finally saw his affection.Unfortunately it was too late.

She shook her head gently, and concluded: "If I was still alive, I would not have watched my father die! The only possibility is that I died before him!"

This is the answer that Joanna came up with—combined with her abilities and a little logical reasoning, it is not difficult to know the truth at all. The only difficulty is—how to face the truth.When she realized this problem, she found that she could hardly find anyone to share the news of the death, except Holmes.

Mycroft's breath paused, he held his breath at Joanna's judgment, and then exasperated at Joanna's overly frank remarks. "Don't say such things, do you know that you are no more worried than Sherlock?"

"But I'm not him. I don't have much time. What needs to be done most now is to arrange the following things. If you have experience in this, please tell me how to do it so as not to break the hearts of those around you."

Joanna's earnest eyes were directed to Mycroft.

"Are you so sure your guess is correct?"

"As sure as every guess I made before." Joanna nodded.She looked at Mycroft, who was still holding the peeled apple in his hand. The original bright light yellow color became darker after being oxidized, as if a paintbrush painted a thick layer on the whole picture. Same with shadows.Joanna's fingertips still had the sticky feel of fruit juice, and Mycroft looked all right, but he was holding the apple too tightly, too seriously.

This made Joanna see her own cruelty.

She realizes that Mycroft is the only one she can confide in about her death, but forgets that Mycroft already doesn't want her dead.

"When you asked me to work for you, I thought I would never accept the invitation. But now I just hope that your invitation is still valid."

"of course."

Mycroft nodded directly.

The joy of this morning is gone.Everything is heartbreaking in the end.Joanna broke the news about a dark scene in an underground arena, and the information was backed up in the mi6 file in advance.It was her gift to Mycroft, and the only beneficiary was the Holmes brother.But immediately, Joanna sent her death notice.

"In the days to come, I will watch you."

"I won't bother you for too long." Joanna nodded.She didn't see Mycroft press the button, but the nurse delivered iodine and gauze.left quickly.

"Now, what you need is to bandage the wound. - sit beside me, and don't let the sick come in front of you!" Mycroft moved a little, leaving a large space beside his bed.

Joanna looked at the soft 'seat'.All she could see was seriousness on Mycroft's face.But...forget it...don't remind him that this is a hospital and there are professional nurses.

Joanna silently rubbed to the side of Mycroft's bed, the bed was very soft, the same as last time.Joanna's hand was held.The atmosphere became a little weird. She had just finished talking about the events before her death, but now... Joanna only felt a surge of heat rushing to her face, and the tragic atmosphere disappeared.

Mycroft didn't know when he put Joanna's peeled apple on the table, it was not the most important thing, he wiped his hands with alcohol, and opened the bottle of iodine.

Joanna's scrape was not serious, just a little bit of broken skin, just clean the wound and apply iodine.But such simple steps... Mycroft did it very slowly and carefully... Joanna unconsciously held her breath, her face blushing quietly.