[Comprehensive] Baker Street Survival Guide

Several people sat down, and Joanna saw that Mr. Holmes put down a bag from his hand, and Mrs. Holmes took out a lot of homemade desserts from the bag and put them in the refrigerator.

The feeling is hardly disillusioned.

"How long will you stay here?" The question came casually, but Joanna didn't dare to answer it casually.

"About a month."

"Mike was out of the hospital in three days. He was always reluctant to have us come to his house to find him. Sometimes the children are not so obedient when they are older."

Joanna smiled apologetically, not knowing what to say.It can only be said that if these desserts have to be stored in the refrigerator for three days, then Mycroft's life will be a bit miserable.

The high-ranking and powerful demon king also eats food that has been left for three days in private. If those people outside know, they should feel a little more balanced in their hearts.

"I'll remind him that there's something to eat in the fridge...do you want some tea?" Joanna was about to go to the kitchen, hoping that it wasn't just red wine.

"Oh! No need," said Mr. Holmes.

"Thank you, I think you can find the black tea pot on the top row of cabinets." Mrs. Holmes agreed with a smile.

Joanna nodded, turned and walked towards the kitchen.Closed kitchens are not uncommon in villas, and this kind of thing depends entirely on the owner's preferences.

Joanna pushed open the kitchen door and was slightly overwhelmed by what she saw.

She thought she was at Hannibal's house. ——The kitchen in Mycroft's house is horribly spacious, with a high-standard design and a complete range of equipment for chopping and cutting rice. There are dozens of knives alone. ···But most of them should be decorations.

At this time, Joanna would like to thank Mrs. Holmes for her warm reminder. If she didn't tell me where the tea pot was, it would be very difficult to find it.The bottles and cans on the cabinets were all of the same specification. Joanna opened the second row and smelled them, and found that they were all vacuum-packed spices.This proved in disguise the fact that Mycroft did not cook.

In the kitchen, only the electric kettle showed signs of use. Joanna plugged it in, and found a bone china tea set from the display cabinet.

Mrs. Holmes must have been very surprised at the presence of someone in Mycroft's house.Harry soon went from the living room to the kitchen, and they tacitly left the Holmes and his wife a little time so that they could verify Joanna's identity with Mycroft or relevant personnel.

When Harry walked into the kitchen, he saw Joanna checking the stock in one cabinet after another.She seemed to be trying really hard to find traces of Mycroft's visits to the kitchen, but seemed to have failed miserably.

"May I see if I can help you?"

"So...you know how to cook?" Joanna opened a cabinet containing flour and rice.She even saw a cookbook set in a previous cabinet, but these were just decorations.

"Before I took Eggsy in, I lived alone."

"So you are all good gentlemen in the new era. It should be quite embarrassing to see some men who are still in the Victorian era." Joanna thought of the famous Sherlock. The chef makes a salad, this guy really has no motive to please others.

Harry looked at Joanna with some amusement. She said mocking words, but what she did was to take over the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, with the kettle boiling, Joanna adjusted the temperature, rinsed the bone china mugs, added tea, and placed the set on the tray.

Harry took the initiative to bring the tray, and the two returned to the living room.

There was no change in the expressions of the Holmes couple.Joanna believed that the shrewd Mrs. Holmes had figured it out.She sat across from the two parents, with Harry.

"I didn't dare to expect to be able to drink tea here before. As you can see, Mike's kitchen is purely for decoration." Mrs. Holmes waited for a while. Seeing that Joanna didn't intend to serve tea as the host, she did it herself.The amber tea soup was poured into the cup.

Joanna listened quietly and complained, but still didn't express her opinion.

She found it very interesting that all this was before her, and most of the intelligence and wit of the Holmes brothers was inherited from Mrs. Holmes.The characteristics of Mr. Holmes and Watson are somewhat similar. This is the best combination, there will be no contradictions, mutual tolerance, and they will be able to span the long years to come.

When Joanna looked at the two, she thought it was a kind of mirror.This directly reflected the essential problem between her and Mycroft.How two carnivores combine, this will be a very long homework.Joanna's only luck is that she won't have so much time left.With more than two months left, she and Mycroft would at most leave some memories and part forever.

The best ending, nothing more.

But this kind of short-lived relationship that does not need to be restrained by a contract is not enough for outsiders to praise.Joanna believed that Mycroft had not told Mrs. Holmes directly about their problems.Holmes' attitude is just speculation, or like Mr. Hilde, it is just a hope that his children will not be alone.

She would match herself up like this, and she must have asked Cynthia that way.

Joanna could see clearly that she did not easily fall into those small traps.She listened to Mrs. Holmes telling stories about Mycroft and Sherlock's childhood, mainly about Mycroft, but she kept silent.

It has been talking about Mrs. Holmes's mathematical attainments, and several mathematics tutorials she has published.Harry also got involved at the right time. As a student who graduated from Cambridge, Harry mentioned that he had listened to Mrs. Holmes's lecture.

During the pleasant chat atmosphere, Joanna's cell phone rang.She said sorry and went to the kitchen to answer the phone.

The call was from an unfamiliar number. After connecting, Joanna clearly recognized the owner of the voice——Evan Burton.He didn't know how he got Joanna's cell phone number, but anyway, he saved his father, so it's not good to refuse too directly.

"Miss Joanna. I just came out of Mr. Hilde's office. He is very worried about you... He has a suitcase to bring to you, but he can't spare the time, so he entrusts me to bring it to you... you When are you free?"

"If you are in his office, please entrust the things to Mr. Catu. Can you please send them here?"

"Mr. Katu is on vacation, I think he may not be so convenient... So, do you know anyone else I can hand over the suitcase to?"

"Kato is on vacation?" Joanna frowned.She heard some sarcasm in Evan's tone, but it may just be her subjective assumption, anyway-'vacation' does not mean leisure, especially for someone like Katuo who is on the rise in his career. For humans, this is very unusual.

Joanna reported a coffee shop near Kensington, and they made an appointment for tomorrow morning.

"I already know what happened to you. Safety is always the most important... please take care."

Joanna hung up the phone.She felt something was wrong. As far as Burton was concerned, the fact that he saved Mr. Hilde did not mean that this would clear his suspicions.He still fits all of Joanna's profiles, which is the only reason Joanna wants to see him.

When they returned to the living room for the second time, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes had already left.Harry conveyed their blessings and, by the way, said that they were in a rush to see a Les Misérables opera.

*

The dwelling near Kensington was not detracted from what had happened to the Heards.Although the newspapers in the first few days have launched all-round reports and imaginations on this vicious incident.But on the second day, half of the page was transferred by the affairs of the arena below.Not to mention that with Mycroft's intervention, all kinds of incredible things happened frequently, and the stories of many people's attention pushed the previous cases to the bottom of the box.

In any case, the mastermind behind the scenes who wanted to show off didn't even get a famous name.

Harry parked the car in front of the coffee shop, and Joanna walked in alone.

At 09:30 in the morning, there was no one in the coffee shop. Evan was sitting on a double seat with a silver suitcase. There was a cup of coffee in front of him, and he should have been here for a while.

Joanna sat down in front of him.

"Good morning, Miss Joanna."

"Good morning. It seems you've been here for a while."

"The coffee here is very good, and I also enjoy this morning." When Evan spoke, Joanna had already pushed the suitcase over by herself. "...you and Mr. Holmes are..."

"Couple, if this is your problem." Joanna lowered her eyes. She was not interested in whether Evan was surprised or not. Joanna studied the menu in front of her, but she still didn't decide what to drink.

"It's presumptuous, but your father said..."

"Father is father, I am me. He always doesn't know what I'm thinking. I sum it up as a generation gap. I hope there is no such thing between us." Joanna can be as annoying as she is polite .Facing the young and wealthy Evan, who was young and promising, she only showed a bad-tempered and eccentric look.

"I still don't understand..." Joanna and Mycroft didn't have a good enough fit no matter from what point of view. How did she get along with Mycroft? most people thing.

Joanna has no obligation to answer such questions that she dare not ask.She gave Evan a cold look, which couldn't help her distinguish whether Evan was good or bad.He can be an innocent passerby, a poor man who is being used like Blake, or a murderer behind the scenes with a burst of acting skills.

"If it's okay, I think it's time for me to leave." Joanna decided to get up and leave shortly after she sat down.

"Don't you want a cup of coffee?" Evan asked to stay in astonishment.

"I don't think I'll waste your time." Joanna took the suitcase, and she walked to the waiter, "Is takeout available here?"

"How many cups do you need?"

"Two cups of concentrate, with sugar, thank you."

Joanna went out with two cups of coffee.She got into Harry's car and handed Harry two drinks.

"Thanks, I'm driving now...and one drink is enough..."

"No, I want you to take both of these cups for testing! Also, the waiter in the coffee shop will trouble you to investigate!"

Harry took the time to take a look at Joanna when turning the corner—she was always right, and since she said there was something wrong with the coffee, it must have happened.But would a normal person accept something that was almost poisoned so calmly?

This is too bearish on life and death.Harry managed to suppress his uneasiness.

"Two cups of coffee, I guess one of them will be poisoned."

"Why do you say that?"

"We'll have to wait for the test results." Instead, Joanna felt that she was getting better.Many thoughts of the murderer are very similar to hers. During the process of being hunted down, Joanna gradually believed that she might have caught the murderer by the tail.

'I just feel like... if I didn't have my father, I'd end up like the murderer too. 'Joanna turned her head and looked out the window, but she didn't say this in the end.