[Comprehensive] Baker Street Survival Guide

Eerie street corners, places where cameras cannot touch, and dark transactions that are unknown to the public.When these three complementary phrases are combined, there is a high probability that some bad things will hatch.

The young gangster in a jumper nervously looked at the person standing in the shadows. He couldn't see any details of the other person, and he was completely hidden in the unknown. But it was such a person who offered a large amount of cash in small denominations. Just for them to pass on some not-so-serious information.

The little gangster knew that someone outside was looking for this person, a group of homeless people, plus half-grown children.He could have been one of them, going to a certain place to report some innocuous news, in exchange for a few drink money.

But these behaviors seem insignificant in the face of generous reports. The small return on 221b is far less intoxicating than such a large denomination of cash.

"Well... I got an ex-girlfriend's ex-roommate of mine who's working in a bridal shop now - the name you mentioned was mentioned, Mike... Mycroft right, they said he His younger brother is planning the details of his wedding... His younger brother is also accompanied by a man."

Mycroft and Joanna, Sherlock and Watson.Moran silently read these four names in his heart.The taste of hatred rolled on the tip of his tongue, it was a rust-like fishy-sweet smell-he paid a great price to avoid the pursuit of these people.

Sherlock and Watson are fine, the pressure is mainly from Joanna and Mycroft.He has no way to stay in any hotel in London, and several friends who have been in contact with him in the past are also under surveillance.A suffocating blockade kept him within a certain range.

But they haven't been able to find him yet, and as long as he lives, they will have to pay the price they deserve.

"very good."

"Then what about my return?" The little gangster rubbed his fingers, and he looked at Moran expectantly.

"Here you are." Moran handed over a black nylon bag, and the gangster happily took it.

When he counted the cash inside and raised his head to thank him, he found that Moran who was standing there had gone away.To him, this was of course just an insignificant stranger, he had seen this man's face before, his expression was as stiff as a mask, and his eyes were as dead as a ghost.

The little gangster walked out of the alley contentedly.He was also going to take a trip to Baker Street. There was no pressure to get the double bounty, after all, that person was not a good guy.

But just as he walked out of the alley, a pair of people surrounded him.When the leader saw the black bag in his hand, he couldn't help but punched him.

"You dare to steal our money, you are impatient...!" The little gangster was completely bored by the beating, and he would never have the opportunity to report to Sherlock in the future.

Moran, who walked out of the alley, didn't care about the crisis that the information provider was about to encounter.His cash comes from a local syndicate, and those who lose it will not let the crook go.After the death of Professor Moriarty, Moran's life has always been only the word "revenge".

Although the death of the professor was caused by many reasons.But two of the murderers want to carry on with their lives without any grievances, and they are about to get married, which is something he will never allow.

But having said that - the wedding, this is indeed a very memorable day.

Moran could give them a great gift, a gift for all the guests—one of a kind, one that will always be remembered.

On the third morning of the decision, Joanna's to-do list more than tripled because of her hasty decisions.From the layout of the wedding scene, to the selection of wedding clothing, and then to informing the guests.Her own decisions led directly to a disastrous workload, and Joanna had to hit the checklist from the moment she opened her eyes in order to get the wedding going as quickly as possible.

She somewhat regretted her impulsiveness at that time.

Well... not so sorry.

It was the same this morning.Gone are the days of lazy beds, Joanna and Mycroft woke up at the same time, and they prepared breakfast briefly together, so that the kitchen at home would not be as empty as it was.

Taking advantage of the breakfast time, they would have a brief exchange of views on all the upcoming work of the day, and then start their own work, and the second conversation would start during Mycroft's lunch break.

Joanna struggles with a menu - a wedding menu must be both refined and popular.Joanna and some of Mycroft's friends have extremely discerning palates, which adds to the difficulty of menu selection.The crux of the problem is to ensure the speed and quantity of food served in the kitchen, and to meet the Michelin three-star standard.

Joanna took a pencil and made corrections on the menu.There was also a sizzling poached egg on her nonstick pan.

When Mycroft walked into the kitchen from the outside with coffee, Joanna was just thinking about how to modify a dish—"The fire can be turned off in 30 seconds. I remember you want to eat runny eggs?"

Joanna is still struggling with the recipe.Mycroft went over and turned off the fire, and put the fried eggs on a plate.

"Still struggling with the menu?"

Joanna fixed all the details.This aspect of the menu has finally come to an end, which is gratifying.

As soon as Joanna looked up, she saw the man standing next to her, and the plate in his hand...the perfect fried egg on the plate.

On a busy morning, the eggs couldn't just jump onto Mycroft's plate after they were cooked.Joanna looked at Holmes apologetically: "I was thinking about the menu just now... Well, there is no problem now."

They add bacon to the plate and the toast is already done in the toaster.

Very simple breakfast, even relatively simple, is quite a luxury in busy times.

"The next thing is to arrange the banquet list." Mycroft glanced at Joanna's final menu. For such a thing, Joanna has modified at least three versions. "I guess there must be a very picky eater among the people you want to invite."

"In fact, he is also a very good cook. For the sake of our mental health, I will not expect him to cook any delicious food. But for your question... the answer is yes." Hannibal is a Very picky foodie.

"Cynthia has a set of personnel resumes in her hand. Since you are also a staff member in the system now, you will receive that attachment in your mailbox later. It is about - some basic information about our colleagues."

Mycroft's words were very cryptic, but what he wanted to express was quite obvious.Some people just can't fit on one table.In order for the guests to enjoy the happy time as much as possible, and for them not to cause any trouble, it is still necessary to properly separate the few people who have hatred.Given the nature of Mycroft and Joanna's work, among their friends, the possibility of encountering this situation is particularly high.

"These are at most just permutations and combinations. But you have to be mentally prepared... there are always a few people on which table is not reassuring, we have to study it carefully." Joanna from McCrov Grab a piece of sliced ​​bacon from the special plate.

Those old friends in Baker Street can be counted as a table, and the position of the Prime Minister can be arranged with the ministers.In view of the fact that the prime minister has had a deadlocked relationship with Holmes Hild, and his position is precarious, it is necessary for him to attend the wedding to show weakness.

The real trouble was that Mr. Hilde and Mrs. Holmes were traditionally seated at the same table.Joanna didn't have many relatives in this regard, but she did have quite a few friends, some of whom were friends on the stage, but those people's second identities were usually quite dangerous, and they could easily offend others.

"I hope you've met my father recently. I mean after the meeting that day..."

"I will notify Mr. Hilde. But Joanna, can you stop stealing from my plate?" Mycroft looked at Joanna helplessly.

The latter made a grimace: "I think your nutrition analyst wrote in the report that your breakfast intake structure needs to be adjusted. I'm just helping you get as close to the nutritionist's index as possible." She had malicious intentions Looking at Mycroft with a smile: "I hope you can have a pleasant afternoon tea time with my father. He and Mrs. Holmes made an appointment in the lounge of the Diogenes Club."

"..." Mycroft has not received any news about this.He ensures the safety of his family, but apart from monitoring Sherlock's daily life, he will not monitor his parents. ——Mr. Hilde has already enjoyed the same treatment.

Instead, it was Joanna, who had her sources of information.It didn't take Mycroft much time to figure it out—"The message from the young man you planted next to Mr. Heard? Can you make sure he's not a second Kato?"

"If you don't remember his name as Tom, I might worry about your memory. I'm pretty sure Tom is trustworthy.  … Good luck with your work, Mike." Joanna was in a good mood.She stood on tiptoe and kissed Mycroft on the cheek, then took out a pudding jar from the refrigerator, a box she had found somewhere, and it was just the right size.

"—Bring it to your subordinates. Cynthia has worked so hard for so long, at least she wants a share..."

Miss Cynthia, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, saw that in addition to his usual small black umbrella, Mr. Holmes also had a rice red dessert box in his hand.

So is it love bento?Cynthia silently lowered her head and fiddled with the phone, trying her best to pretend she didn't see it, but the screen of her phone was still black. She could hardly restrain her curiosity about what was in the box, but the reality was still the same as the black screen of the phone Also clueless, the female secretary has access to high-level top-secret files, but that's not what she should know about the contents of the box.

"Cynthia, turn on your phone, today's work has already started." Mycroft didn't need to see Cynthia's phone screen to know what his secretary was thinking.

He wasn't too keen on sharing sweets with his subordinates yet, but that could wait until noon, or a little later.