[Comprehensive] Baker Street Survival Guide

The analysis report for the espresso came after three hours.Cyanide--the old-fashioned method of assassination.At the same time, it is also very consistent with Joanna's conjecture, and indeed only one cup is poisonous.

When Harry got the report, Joanna was in the guest room sorting out some daily necessities purchased from a nearby shopping mall.From the very beginning, Joanna showed an attitude of preparing to live permanently. Harry was a little puzzled. He didn't think Joanna would have to go back in the future.But at least now, it can be seen from the issue of the suitcase that Mr. Hilde is really angry. He put all Joanna's personal belongings together, as if you would never come back!

After installing the new curtains, it was still early, and Joanna pushed open the last room in the villa that she hadn't opened - Mycroft's private domain.

He couldn't get here until three o'clock in the afternoon, and it's only two o'clock now.Harry is in the living room now, he absolutely respects the privacy of the subject of protection, and will never enter the door to disturb him at this time.Joanna stood at the door and hesitated for a moment. The suitcase she brought back from Burton hadn't been sorted yet. Joanna knew that there were a few things in it that could be given to Mycroft, so she simply dragged the suitcase into Holmes' room. bedroom.

These few steps don't make much sense.Mycroft allowed the door to enter in advance, and the door of the room was not locked. The overall decoration of the room was rather dark. The so-called bedroom's basic function was to sleep.A large bed, the quality of the bed is excellent, the Egyptian cotton feels very good, and the dark brown bedding is obviously different from that of the hotel.

It barely feels like home.At least Mycroft had good taste.

Joanna looked around the room. She had seen Mycroft's fitness equipment in the basement—it was a miniature fitness center.Joanna explored the structure of the villa as a way to learn more.

She opened the wardrobe in the bedroom.

This set of hidden cabinets is actually very large. There is no separate cloakroom in this villa. When the cabinet is opened, the lights inside are turned on at the same time.Joanna looked at the neatly hung three-piece suit in front of her. She randomly opened a drawer below. There was a drawer full of ties in various colors and textures, arranged in order from light to dark. The second one was pulled The open drawer is full of socks, put together in pairs.

Joanna was a little confused by this store-style storage method.She wondered if Mycroft and Mr. Heard had attended the same training class on how to store laundry.Because everything in front of her didn't surprise Joanna at all, she almost thought she was still in the house in Kensington.You must know that Joanna's favorite thing when she was a child was to mess up her ties and socks.

How do you say that?

Well, Joanna has known what is forced to die obsessive-compulsive disorder since she was a child.

Joanna put down the suitcase, which contained two crystal glass balls she liked very much, and she hid these two small objects in a corner of the cabinet.It will be a surprise.Of course, with Mycroft's insight, he would have discovered this little thing in the shortest possible time.

Now, only some of Joanna's clothes are in the suitcase.Corresponding to these clothes is the other half of the empty cabinets.

Joanna frowned in confusion. She stood in front of the cabinet, as if thinking about some world problem.

After a while, Joanna dug out two sets of clothes from her suitcase and hung them next to Mycroft's suit.This is definitely the most absurd thing Joanna has ever done in her life, a hundred times more absurd than the previous decision to save Mycroft.

But when Joanna took two steps back and looked at the symmetrical men's and women's clothing in the cabinet, she still felt a strange comfort.

What you want the most is always something you can't get.

Joanna sighed. When she saw Mycroft's suits, she could almost subconsciously recognize which clothes he had worn on which occasions.Joanna's memory is good, but in all honesty, she can't remember Sherlock's trench coats... This already explains a huge problem.

Joanna put the clothes back in her trunk.She touched Mycroft's suit - it was three o'clock in two or ten minutes.Joanna needs to tidy up the traces, and then exit this room.

"Are you interested in my personal belongings?" Someone spoke behind Joanna, the voice was very close, almost in her ear.

Joanna only felt that the base of her ear was blown hot, and her whole body shivered.

"It's unremarkable. I don't see anything to boast about." Joanna closed the closet expressionlessly. She gave Mycroft a lot of weight and said with a sneer, "The black umbrella may not be suitable for your weight. The umbrellas that Fox has produced for so many years are not designed to bear weight, why don't you try using crutches?"

She said so, but while speaking, Joanna walked over quickly, bearing most of Mycroft's weight.

"In any case, I remember that you were the first one to escape from death in Moran's hands."

"You can also talk about the little trick between you and the god of death... I think your story of survival must be much more exciting than mine." Mycroft gasped, and with the help of Joanna , he did relax a bit.

Joanna shook her head. She helped Mycroft walk to the bed, and seeing the thin layer of sweat on his forehead, she also worried about him. ——Brother Holmes is good at killing, this is also a truth!

"How many people do you think believe you're ready to leave the hospital? Having to walk in like that, I don't see the point."

"Does this count as caring about me?"

Joanna choked up when asked.She simply lay down beside Mycroft.The two stared at the patterns on the ceiling together in a daze.

Silence can also make time pass quickly.After a while, Joanna realized that there was no movement around her. She got up gently and found that Mycroft had fallen asleep.

It's almost time for afternoon tea.Although Mycroft was not very happy when he was around, Joanna still didn't have the heart to let him eat the dessert left by Mrs. Holmes in the refrigerator - not because she found it very unpleasant after eating !

Joanna found everything that could be used to make cakes in the kitchen, let's use it as rent, a house of this level would cost a lot of money to rent...

Joanna tried to find a suitable explanation for her behavior as she sifted through the rice.

Mycroft hadn't been in bed for long.It took him a while to get up from the bed, found a set of comfortable casual clothes in the cabinet, and then walked slowly to the door of the kitchen.

He woke up just in time.The oven makes a 'ding--', this crisp sound often means that there will be desserts out of the oven.

Mr. Holmes, who is still recovering from a serious illness, has secretly made up his mind that no matter what Joanna makes, he will eat it to save face. ——In all the information about Joanna, Mr. Hilde is in the cooking column.Mycroft didn't have much confidence. He looked at the kitchen, and it was clean on the surface, which meant that his expectations for desserts could be raised a little.

"Standing at the door can't change the fact that you're just enjoying what you get." Joanna, wearing heat-resistant gloves, carefully took out a cake embryo from the oven, and the whipped cream was ready to be set aside.

Mycroft leaned against the door, watching Joanna accurately spread the cream, and took out a strawberry jam and a bowl of fresh strawberries from the refrigerator.He was sure that these things didn't exist in his family, and this was the change brought about by Joanna.

"Does seeing someone else in your kitchen bring tears to your eyes?" Joanna was already uncomfortable being watched.She untied the gray linen and found two plates for cutting the cake.

"No... I'm looking at the milk you put on the table. Is this added to the cake?" Mycroft tried to change the subject.

Joanna glanced at him again, she showed a weird expression, but soon she became happy again: "No..., I prepared the cake for myself, and the milk is Mrs. Holmes' request. Her' Mike 'needs to recuperate."

Mycroft was starting to worry about whether he was going to lend Joanna his black umbrella, to help her support her weight and keep her from laughing.

"I don't need milk, you can make me a cup of black tea."

"But I'm not your secretary!" Joanna made a grimace, and she walked towards Mycroft, but Mycroft didn't move, he looked at Joanna quietly, to see what bad things she was going to do.

"Don't move..." Joanna stared intently at his gray-blue eyes. There were no stars and seas in them, but Joanna's own reflection. "You got something on your face..."

The two of them got closer and closer, and the air seemed to be getting scorched. Mycroft controlled his breathing. He focused on Joanna, and there were no extra thoughts in his mind for the time being.

Joanna pulled back suddenly, she backed away solemnly, and turned back to the kitchen, happily bringing out the cake.

Mycroft paused.He looked at the reflection reflected on the glass——Joanna had put a thin layer of cream on his nose at some point.It was very strange that Joanna would laugh so happily over such a thin layer of vegetable oil.

Joanna doesn't often smile from the bottom of her heart.Mycroft walked slowly from the kitchen to the living room.He remembered a box of napkins in the living room that would take care of this sweet little nuisance on his nose.

When walking on the road, there was a question that was inevitably repeated in Mycroft's mind - if Joanna was really with him just now... no, he overturned that assumption, it obviously wouldn't let Joanna is happy to this extent, Joanna is an independent individual, and when Sherlock found Dr. Watson, Joanna obviously thinks that she does not have that kind of loyal traits, but in fact, she is just pretending to be a little deep That's all.

Speaking of Sherlock... Speaking of Sherlock—

Mycroft walked into the living room, and he saw his little brother who was still worried just now on the sofa in his own home—the eyes of the two brothers intertwined in the air, this is not a pleasant thing, even if Joanna uses the most A tissue was delivered quickly.

Now it was Sherlock's turn to laugh.Watson was sitting next to Sherlock. He was a little embarrassed by Sherlock's laugh, and he kept trying to use subtle tricks to make Sherlock understand that it was impolite to laugh at Mycroft.

But Watson's effort was in vain.He was probably the only one in the house who was afraid of Mycroft.Correction, even he wasn't scared, just out of respect.

Mycroft didn't respond.He looked like he was angry, or just plain expressionless.In fact, it was helpless. Joanna laughed the worst, and she almost couldn't get over it lying on the sofa.

Mycroft slowly wiped off the cream on his nose, even though his movements were so graceful that he used tissues like silk scarves, he still couldn't stop the laughing voices of a few brats.

"Very good... I remember that you were the one who quarreled with me last time and ran away from the door, so this time you come to my house to ease your guilt, Sherlock?" Mike Roft's words were quite straightforward, and he had almost developed an ability to see Sherlock and calculate the extent of his damage.Especially at this time and this place, Mycroft felt as if he had seen the end.

"I just came to see if you died. Don't be sentimental. Your brother is a high-functioning sociopath, so he won't have any more emotions." Sherlock stopped laughing.He glanced at Joanna, and continued speaking quickly: "She saved you, and you were moved to let her live in your home? She has been staying for more than three days, and she has plans to continue to live. I thought Miss Heald knew the internet and dictionary definition for—"

Live together.

Joanna couldn't stop laughing either.

She heard Sherlock go on, "None of this is a problem, you'd better watch out for Mycroft, he's not one for swimming! He's not dating a goldfish!"

"I thought you just mentioned water, and you meant to use a sentence like 'falling in love'." Joanna was not angry.She looked at Watson's helpless expression, and didn't want to remind Sherlock that his arrogance in his brother's house and the fact that Watson's behavior was implicated would likely cause him to be treated coldly by doctors in the next few days.

"I want a cup of black tea with sugar and milk, and Watson wants Shuangtang."

Sherlock made the request without hesitation.

Watson couldn't help shouting: "Sherlock!" To prevent Sherlock from putting his feet on the coffee table as if he was at home.When Sherlock did this in Buckingham Palace, Watson didn't feel very cramped, but now, under Mycroft's half-smile expression... there are two Mycrofts, and Joanna's expression is also quite embarrassing. People feel uneasy, and Watson is very embarrassed to be stared at.

Joanna was not angry.She stood up from the sofa without a stand and walked to the kitchen.

It was frighteningly smooth. Watson carefully watched Joanna's expression and movements. He began to worry a little, whether he dared to drink what Joanna sent over.

Then, he heard Sherlock say, "Let's talk about this case..."