[Comprehensive] Baker Street Survival Guide

At ten o'clock in the evening, it was pouring rain outside the villa. Joanna and Mycroft stayed indoors and looked at each other for a while.

"It's my honor." Joanna held her breath nervously, and finally accepted the matter calmly.

"Then make some preparations and come downstairs to find me later."

Mycroft stood up from the sofa, and Joanna was taken aback for a moment. Her thinking was slightly off. After realizing this, she stammered and asked, "Preparation...preparation for what?"

"You..." Mr. Holmes, who had already walked up the stairs, turned his head and showed a subtle expression. "Just prepare what you want."

Joanna sat on the spot and thought for a while before making a vague guess—Mycroft just wanted her to be mentally prepared.

In the upstairs room, the custom-made big bed was as big as the paintings on the wall, and as small as the type of light tube in the closet. Joanna was already very familiar with that place.When she walked to the door, the door of the room was ajar, and a little warm light poured out from inside.

This is definitely the first time Joanna has knocked on the door since she got here.In fact, the reason why she moved here was so unjustified, but the behavior of knocking on the door seemed a little guilty.

"come in."

Pushing the door open, Mycroft turned his back to the door, and he was standing in front of the wine cabinet pouring wine, so the aroma of red wine would not permeate the door.But when he heard the sound of wine being poured into the decanter, he was almost drunk.

"I thought we were going to study the memory palace, and that is an activity that requires a clear mind." Joanna frowned slightly: "What's more, a certain person has a prohibition order, and his doctor specifically instructed him that within a month Can't drink..."

Joanna walked to Mycroft's side in a very unpleasant way, "Please make room." She pushed Holmes away who was blocking her view, and opened a small drawer under the wine cabinet.

"You can only take medicine these days, Mr. Holmes."

Joanna took out a small box of packaged medicine from the drawer. There are several colors of the pressed tablets, and it takes a lot just to eat it.It's a pity that none of these medicines were made into candy in the end, so there was no way to satisfy Mycroft's sweet tooth. ——If it wasn't for personal experience, who would believe that Mycroft Holmes turned out to be a man who hates taking medicine?

"This is really bad news." Putting down his glass, Holmes took the pills from Joanna. "Do you know? In our situation, the usual description we give is that we entered the state of marriage early."

"Are you saying that the novelty is gone, you have thoroughly understood each other's every slight inadequacy, and you have already shown symptoms of quarrel or cold war?" Joanna stared at Mycroft uncompromisingly until she was sure that he had already Swallow those pills down.

Putting down the water glass, Mycroft raised his eyebrows, "Very surprising conclusion. I'm curious which publication you read it from..."

"I heard it from one of my clients. It's a real story. Since then, I've thought, marriage..." Joanna didn't finish her sentence.

"That's a pity." Mycroft didn't pursue it further.No matter how good the atmosphere was, Joanna ruined it, but even if Joanna didn't force him to take medicine, he wouldn't have had anything to do with them tonight.

Joanna was a little uncomfortable being stared at.On the one hand, she likes that someone understands your feelings without saying anything, but on the other hand, this kind of complete level of seeing through is also unavoidably disturbing.

"Isn't the essence of a memory palace a way of remembering things? What we're doing now is kind of like Occlumency?"

"—forget about your Harry Potter!"

"Hey! You know this!" Joanna's eyes widened in surprise. "Don't you even know Captain America?"

"Thanks to that Mr. Steve, I have added some relevant knowledge. But Harry Potter... I am British, Joanna! Although I am very sure that the reality is not ignored, I still know that this is a well-known Characters!" Mycroft shook his head helplessly.

"That means...you still looked up what the 'young people' are paying attention to now?" Joanna completed what he wanted to say with a smirk. "But no matter what, when the conclusion that there is no wizard comes from you, I always feel that my childhood has been destroyed!"

"For example, my girlfriend... is an Internet celebrity? I followed your Twitter. Three days ago, you changed your dating status to dating? I think this is a big breakthrough." Macro Foote doesn't point out the fact that Harry Potter was anything but youthful for Joanna.He threw out another note, which was enough to tell Joanna that her secretly rubbing behavior was exposed at once.

Unsurprisingly, Joanna was choked up by the words before retorting: "Since you know, you'd better retweet my Twitter more. You must know that changing a friendship status is not a very complicated thing."

Mycroft's Twitter following isn't good news for Joanna.This meant that Mycroft was fully aware of what she had been up to lately.Of course he will also know that Joanna has not only changed her dating status, she has gradually deleted photos and texts on social media over the past few years.

The Internet has never been able to truly delete information, but it is still possible to hide all this and find a professional to properly arrange it.

Based on this, Joanna would not have extravagant hopes at all, and Mycroft hadn't noticed the clue.

But even so, Holmes did not point out the problem.

Mycroft went and sat down on the edge of the bed, his silk pajamas somewhat dramatic.Joanna thought of the odd outfits he had worn in the early days of lurking, the slacks tonight, the sweatshirts in his closet, and now the pajamas.

— Tsk tsk, life is full of surprises.

Joanna also walked to the bed, and the black skirt was spread out on the bed. The two sat facing each other, and Mycroft's low voice of explanation rang in her ears.

——This is a bit too comfortable, similar to whispering, there is a smell of lavender in the air, and the essential oil candles in the room do not know when it is lit... It makes people drowsy.

Joanna listened as Mycroft explained the details of the Memory Palace.

Mycroft's Memory Palace - Baroque architecture, endless space, closed or opened rooms one by one, nothing is completely forgotten, but some materials need to be sealed, and some can be paid attention to from time to time.

A friend of Joanna's had previously mentioned this memory pattern to her.

There was a blank room in that friend’s house—it was completely white, without any impurities, and even the corners in the room were hidden under the light without a trace.There was only a chair in the room, and a friend had shown Joanna how to use it—he said the room was an entrance.

The truth is, Joanna learned all the advantages and disadvantages of this model long ago, but... she has been remiss in trying.

"If you look carefully, the buildings are all shaded. Every book in the room has a unique texture. How many geometric patterns are there on the pen holder you put on the desk... the keyhole on the doorknob , and a few more scratches..."

Joanna opened one eye secretly, and then she realized that Mycroft had been looking at her the whole time.Joanna weakly raised her hand and asked a question: "What's the significance of these details? Repeat these trivial things? In my opinion, these details will only occupy the capacity of thinking."

"Adjust your memory patterns, Joanna. A pictorial memory is a vector map that you can zoom in to see all the details, but the picture itself doesn't take up too much space."

"Then...why should I conceive of architecture? I just need a huge library..." Joanna asked again.

This time she got no answer.Mycroft pursed his lips, "Close your eyes!"

Joanna, who has been finding fault, is obedient.

"Ah!" - the result of being obedient, was that Joanna was hit on the head moderately.

"It's okay if I don't ask..." Joanna murmured, clutching her head consciously, and looking at Mycroft pitifully.Although the lacrimal glands are not developed enough, the acting skills and appearance are both there.

Mycroft was seen losing his temper.He rubbed Joanna's head comfortingly, knowing that today's professor would not be able to continue.

"My fault, Joanna. It's getting late, you should go to bed."

Joanna seemed to be spoiled by this pampering, she turned sideways, lay down, and rolled around on Mycroft's big bed not too obediently. "Aren't I a very good student... As a person who was ordered not to drink by the doctor, of course you can't do other things...so..."

A certain woman was lying on Mycroft's bed with her chin resting on her innocent face.The picture was still beautiful, but Mycroft always felt that there was a whole rogue under the surface of innocence.He felt that he suspected that he saw an adult Maine Coon cat lying on his bed and was unwilling to leave, but if he looked more carefully, he could find that, in essence, this was a more troublesome existence than Sherlock.

Mycroft turned off the bedside lamp, and there were still a few essential oil candles flickering in the darkness. Mycroft's helpless voice came from the bedside: "At least give me a place..."