[Comprehensive] Baker Street Survival Guide

No matter how uneasy Watson felt, all this was just a matter of pouring an extra glass of water to Joanna.

in the living room.

Mycroft looked at Sherlock, and he nodded slightly, motioning for Sherlock to continue.

"Miss Hilde was assassinated for the third time, right? She's very abnormal, I don't think I need to say that at all." Sherlock narrowed his eyes and looked at Mycroft.Favoritism is a very dangerous behavior, especially for a woman with a huge mystery, and Sherlock instinctively does not want Mycroft to get involved in such a troublesome matter.

"It's not the first thing to think about. Joanna is on the death list of that person, she has escaped three times, and I think she can continue to escape."

"What if she is with the murderer? Her position has never been firm!"

Sherlock didn't finish his sentence, but Mycroft understood what he hadn't said.The only thing Joanna knew about the possibility of Mycroft's assassination was that she was one of the masterminds.She never tried to explain it, not counting psychic explanations.

"I don't want to see Moriarty's methods reappear. You must remember how you felt after being slandered, Sherlock." Mycroft shook his head. "You can choose whether to believe her, but I've come to a conclusion."

"Like Irene Adler?"

"Joanna is not Ms. Adler."

"But she and Irene are good friends. In the Middle East, Irene admired Joanna very much."

The fast speech of the Holmes brothers made Watson realize one thing, "You... are discussing Joanna's credibility?" That's why they dismissed Joanna. Anna was dismissed willingly.

Is there another language in this room?Why does it take extra time for Watson to understand and analyze the information that the other three people can understand each other and tacitly communicate.

While Watson was annoyed, he felt that what they did was wrong.But at this moment the conversation was interrupted by his question... the feeling of being watched by two Holmes is not very pleasant.

"...you can go on and on...don't worry about me." Watson shut his mouth tightly, he decided to keep silent, and didn't let himself look like he didn't know anything.

"Are you trying to stress the consequences to me, Sherlock. I know what I'm doing, you don't need to remind me of it."

"Emotion blinds you, Mycroft, you don't care about the consequences of things. I don't need to tell you about discredit, you don't know what you are now—"

The brothers stared at each other, sitting on opposite sides of the sofa and refusing to give in to each other.Sherlock paused for a moment because of Mycroft's particularly terrifying eyes, but soon, as if to prove himself, he finished the whole sentence faster - "An old man who can't find a girlfriend Man, you bet all your belongings. Think about the people who have been your girlfriends these years, spies and spies, red bombs, even if you escaped every time before, but failed this time, it is Most stupid."

Sherlock described it as a very powerful picture.Watson deliberately held Sherlock, because he saw Joan coming out of the kitchen with a tray. Sherlock's voice was too loud, and she must have heard everything.

Joanna came over, she didn't have too much excitement or indignation.There was a momentary silence in the room.

After sitting for a while and making sure that no one wants to continue to speak, she said slowly: "All the truth will come to the surface, even if I am willing to tell you, you may not believe it."

"Two cups of coffee...and the freshly made cake. You guys came at the right time." Joanna cut the cake in advance, Sherlock took a piece very bluntly, and Watson came with him took a piece.

"Who's the milk for? — Mycroft?" Sherlock had found the point, and if he hadn't said it, the milk in the tray would never have been claimed.

But with Joanna's solemn nod, the scene was filled with an entertainment effect again.Watson secretly glanced at Brother Sherlock's expression - Holmes didn't look angry, only a sense of helplessness.

This shows that Joanna has found a way to deal with Holmes.If only Sherlock could be so obedient!But Watson can only sigh. He had already seen how Joanna and Mycroft showed their affection when he was visiting in the ward. This kind of blinding thing only needs to be done once.

enough!

As the cake entered the mouth, Mycroft reluctantly took the only glass of milk.

Joanna then pulled out a list from under the tray and pushed it in front of Sherlock.

"This is the result of my recent investigation. It is obviously different from the scope provided by mi6. I think the murderer is among them, so..."

"Are you going to tell me that you have also been infected to become a person who doesn't like running errands, so you leave this job to me?" Sherlock said coldly.The cake tasted good and the strawberries were sweet, but that wasn't why he changed his mind about Joanna.

"It's very important. Half the lives of the upper class rest on this list. It's ridiculous not to find out the real culprit. Either my list is wrong, or your investigation is not careful enough. But I think, There are only five people on the list, so this is not a very difficult thing, right?"

Sherlock took the list without saying a word and glanced at it.In his eyes, he suspected that the list was written casually in the kitchen. The paper and notes were very simple, and the five simple names on it showed no signs of thoughtfulness at all.

"You put yourself on the list?"

"If you still doubt me, you can investigate me. But Sherlock, you know, I didn't pull you out of the arena to cause trouble for myself!"

"We never established that the mastermind was not a woman."

Joanna was about to laugh angrily at Sherlock.

He wasn't willing to cooperate, and he never was.This is a very irritating thing.

"Do you know what you look like now? A kid who is always looking for faults, and being frightened by Irene Adler, maybe you should admit that you are worried about that near-miss, instead of being here with us Question me over afternoon tea."

Sherlock will not know for a long time in the future that when Joanna gave him this list of suspicions, she was also entrusting her life, along with her father's life, to Sherlock.And all of this, in Sherlock's eyes, is just the most common case.

Serious, perhaps, but still only part of his detective career.

Sherlock put the paper in his pocket.

He got up from the sofa and walked out of the room without saying a word.

Joanna and Mycroft neither spoke nor offered to see them off.Watson left with Sherlock just like that, leaving behind ordinary cakes and cold black tea.

"Which four names are written on that list?"

"Catu, Evan, Black, and Ante. There are certain suspicions about the families and life trajectories of these four people."

If possible, Joanna didn't want to doubt any of them. They had all met her face to face, but she could only hesitate among the four.

"It's not your fault. We'll fix it." Mycroft comforted.Joanna noticed that he drank all the milk in the glass.

She cheered up a little, and said with inexplicable joy: "You should go to rest. Cynthia has notified me that you still have a video conference to complete tonight."

"So now it's Cynthia directing you?"

Joanna was amused by the inexplicable aggrieved tone, she nodded vigorously, "Yes, so you'd better obey the management, Mr. Holmes!"

*

Later, Joanna washed up in the private bathroom of the guest room.Her hair was still wet, and it fell loosely over her shoulders.

Mycroft still had a lot of medicine to take at night. When Joanna walked to the door of his room with a warm water station, the door was ajar, and the voice of conversation inside made Joanna stop. .

Joanna shouldn't be eavesdropping, and she didn't want to listen to the conversation at first.

But whether it was the concealed door or the familiar voice from Mr. Hilde in the room, Joanna stopped temporarily.

"I really can't believe that you did this to my daughter. Joanna is still young, you shouldn't be coaxing her!"

"Mr. Hilde, I just obeyed Joanna's idea. She wants to stay at a friend's house, that's all."

"So, you are going to tell me that Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the famous intelligence agency, has become good friends with a girl in her twenties, so next, do you want to say that you and Joanna are just the most ordinary friends? Is it related?!"

Joanna tentatively thought that she could listen to these words, so she stood at the door without ink stains.

"I think that's the way it is now," Mycroft said firmly.

Joanna knew that this would make Mr. Hilde very angry.Sure enough, after the silence on the other end of the phone, an astonishing voice broke out, "Holmes! Joanna is still young, and she may have done something that is easy to leave behind, but you have already caused her to lose a lot of things! That damned mastermind behind the scenes Or let her suffer three accidents, and you will do the same as her! Give her her life back, and you will be in the House of Lords in five days, and you know what I will do!"

"Block me again between the meetings of the House of Lords? I don't think it will change anything." Mycroft kept the volume within a certain range. "It's getting late. If there's nothing wrong with the meeting part, come here, Mr. Hilde."

Afterwards, the bedroom became quiet. Joanna counted ten times in her heart, and pushed the door into Mycroft's room.

The light in the room was dim, and Joanna only saw the side face of the person leaning against the bed at first.

She put the water glass on the side of Mycroft's bedside table, and prepared to leave silently.

"Your father will be sad, Joanna, he already knows what you did before without telling him..."

"I see." Joanna lowered her voice. She thought she could use this paragraph to alienate her father, but how could this blood relationship be so easily dismissed?Joanna's voice choked up a bit.

"Someone will be sorry for your death, Joanna..." Mycroft's voice was darker than the lights, and it was almost a shallow sigh.

Joanna knew what Mycroft was talking about—he was telling Qiao Anan that he would be sorry for her death.This sentence made Joanna have mixed feelings, but she didn't dare to respond with a word, so she could only pretend that she didn't know anything and left in a hurry.

Mycroft was alone in the dimly lit room.He leaned on the edge of the bed and walked to the side of the bedside table, took the water glass that Joanna brought over, and swallowed the pills in the drawer together.

The water is actually already very cold, and has been cold to a very deep place.