[Comprehensive] Baker Street Survival Guide

An isolated villa stands on an open space on the outskirts of the city. The house is surrounded by vegetation and iron fences. It does not have a typical style, but it still feels visually comfortable at first glance.

Joanna was very surprised that she had missed such an obvious building before.It was like a dot lost on the map, hidden along with Mycroft's personal time.It was only when Joanna stood in front of the house that she realized that this was the kind of place Mycroft should live in!

Joanna walked behind Harry, listening to Harry's introduction that this is the house of one of his friends.It seems that they have all tacitly agreed that Joanna can spend the night at Mycroft's place, and they all tacitly refuse to reveal it - this is Holmes' stronghold.

"The security system here is very advanced. Of course, I will still protect your safety until new personnel are dispatched." According to Merlin's prompt, Harry found a key behind a simple decoration.

"Have you ever failed in a mission?" Joanna suddenly became curious when she saw that Harry was doing everything calmly.

"Of course there are failures. But this will allow me to avoid the mistakes that lead to failure next time." Harry opened the door of the villa.This is not a gloomy house, and the interior decoration is not in a grim style.

Joanna nodded thoughtfully.

"I'm sure your colleagues are equally good agents."

They walked into the house, a typical British family decoration, exquisite and warm.Joanna was somewhat surprised, because the functional division of this house was so detailed that she thought there had been a hostess here.

"Can I move around? Since this is your friend's house." Joanna was actually asking about information security.Even if she didn't quite believe that someone like Mycroft would put any top-secret information in the room, it would be better to ask.

"No. You can borrow everything here. The supermarket is not far away, and the car is in the garage. I can send the map to your email later, and you can check it out." Harry explained step by step Merlin's prompt answers Joanna's question.

Joanna was dumbfounded, and she and Harry looked at each other in embarrassment for a while—this house seemed to have some magical power, absorbing excess sounds, so that both of them were speechless.

Joanna simply couldn't imagine what it would be like for Mycroft to go shopping in the supermarket in private.These introductions of Harry did not come from Harry himself. Joanna knew very well that the essence of these words was what Mycroft wanted to tell her through layers of connections.

Running in living habits is undoubtedly a sign of a further relationship.Harry knew it, and so did Joanna.

So the awkward silence will continue for some time.

Joanna simply walked around the room.

She opened a door, and the structures of these villas are always different-the study room, the stacked bookshelves and the realistic fireplace all show a kind of rustic style.Somewhat Victorian, but not quite.Then Joanna realized that the fireplace was real.

Joanna was at the door and didn't go in right away.This position allowed her to see the whole picture of the study room. Some of the books on the bookshelf overlapped with her own knowledge, and more of them were literature, which was somewhat similar to Mr. Hilde.

Then Joanna noticed the sofa in the room.She could suddenly imagine Mycroft sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace at Christmas time, lazily sitting there, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and comfortably admiring the snow falling outside the window...

This is a very clean atmosphere. If she hadn't stood at the door of the study, Joanna would never have been unable to imagine the scene.

Afterwards, Joanna walked into the study and looked back along the bookshelves.As well as the red wine and whiskey in the wine cabinet, Joanna looked at them one by one, trying to discover more details.

Until Harry knocked on the door of the study, he stood at the door and reminded Joanna: "The post office has a self-collected letter, and we have already done a security scan. I think you still want to open it yourself?"

Although through a series of means, they already know what is inside.But the sense of ritual still needs to be preserved, not to mention, this may be a very powerful clue.

Joanna found this beige envelope.She saw some clues from the envelope.

The work of kings＼man is very meticulous. They must have found all the information in their information, such as the material of the envelope, the source of delivery, etc., but they kept the integrity of the envelope, such as wearing gloves to complete all the information. Checks work and is retrieved within a few hours to ensure there is no lag in the information.

Then, Joanna smelled a faint fragrance on the envelope.High-grade spices and oils are mixed with subtle moisture.So Joanna can roughly think of the source of this letter.

"What's in it?" This was a question, and she was sure that Harry could give the answer.

"A lock of hair."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, he saw Joanna tore open the envelope and gathered those 'bunches' of hair that were not much longer than stubble in her hands.

"Men's hair. The hygienic condition is worrying, and there seems to be white hair..." Joanna looked at it for a while, then put the broken hair back in the envelope and handed it back to Harry: "You can check it."

"The source of the letter cannot be verified. I guess there is no corresponding information about this kind of hair in the information database." So what message is the sender trying to convey?

"You can go to the black market to find it. Some people started to make an underground information database a few years ago. The files and dna data of some people who have no criminal record have not been officially summarized. There are always people who need this kind of thing."

Joanna gives a clear direction.She thought for a while and added: "Of course, there are very strict procedures and permissions for the transfer of information, but I think this is something you can do, isn't it?"

Harry took the envelope from Joanna.

"This information database does exist, but we have not found his source and organizer. Whether it is feasible remains to be studied, but this is indeed our last choice."

"That software is credible. And I guess the owner of the broken hair is the person who assassinated me before. You know, I have many friends who don't want to see me being killed." Half of it is true, and the other Half of it is a lie.Before receiving the letter, Joanna almost thought that Hannibal had wandered the world with Will and forgot her promise.

But now she knew—the doctor was still looking after her the way he did, he must have discovered something, this time his behavior was close to a show of affection.

"So the owner of the hair is probably dead?" Harry's tone was serious.

Joanna smirked back: "I guess that's almost a given."

While the two were talking, the door of the room was opened.Harry immediately stood in front of Joanna, and put his hand on the weapon vigilantly.

The door of the room was opened.An old lady straddled her bag and walked in.

The three of them looked at each other dumbfounded, wondering how the other got the key to the room.

"Honey, why don't we go in?" Then another person came over from the door, an old gentleman who was about the same age as the old lady. — This is obviously a couple.If combined with the owner of the house, the answer may not be so difficult to come up with.

Joanna and Harry looked at each other. At this moment, no one could give them a reasonable excuse. The only choice was to adapt to the situation and give one trick or another.

"I don't think it's being resold or leased here... are you?" Mrs. Holmes asked calmly. This smart old lady already had the answer, but she was still testing Joanna and Harry's answers.

"Of course not, ma'am. I'm a friend of... Mr. Holmes, and he allowed us to stay here for a while. This is really a rare generosity, isn't it?" Joanna's answer was well-regulated and decent, which surprised Harry a little.

It's not that it doesn't fit Joanna's setting, after all, when Hilde is concerned about etiquette, no one can find fault.What was strange about Harry was that this time, Joanna didn't think that the arrival of Holmes and his wife was intentionally arranged by Mycroft.

But here, Joanna has already added: "This is Mr. Galahad's. I'm Joanna Hilder. It's nice to meet you. I hope I haven't caused you any trouble."

Mrs. Holmes shook her head, "Of course not. I seldom see Mike bring people to his home. Or it never happened at all. How dare you believe that even on Christmas Day, his secretary miss Didn't step into this house. I always said he was too old-fashioned, and now it seems that he just received his friends when we didn't know."

'Don't call me Mike, my name is Mycroft.And this name was given to me by you, the purpose of naming is to call it correctly, isn't it! '—Joanna almost subconsciously imagined what Mycroft would say when he was on the scene.She had imagined many times what it would be like when someone called him Mike, very well...Joanna already knew it now.

"It's our honor." Joanna nodded with a smile, adhering to the rule of saying too much.She had discovered from the beginning that this was Mycroft's stronghold, and he spent Christmas here, so it was conceivable that he also regarded it as a safe haven from trivial matters.

"The name Hilde seems familiar. I think one of your family members should be a colleague of Mike, right?"

"In fact, it is my father. He has a very close personal relationship with Mr. Holmes. This time my father encountered a lot of trouble, thanks to Mr. Holmes' help."

Harry listened, and finally discovered the subtlety.He watched Joanna block Mrs. Holmes' ambiguous guesses one by one. From calling Mycroft 'Mr. Holmes' at the beginning to introducing her father and 'Mr. Holmes' as colleagues, Joanna put aside the relationship. Cleaned up very thoroughly.

Thinking about it carefully, this is really a very clever way-it completely saves the need to be questioned as Mr. Holmes' lover, and there is no need to give more explanations.

The only poor one was probably the owner who had to follow the script provided by Joanna and repeat it with his mother—Mr. Mycroft.