[Comprehensive] Baker Street Survival Guide

07:30am.

Someone knocked on the high-end apartment where Mr. Hilde lives now.

The driver was already waiting at the gate, and the professional security team quickly took over the original security.This authority was specially granted by Mr. Holmes.If it's his first gift to his father-in-law - that's pretty pissing off!

Those who enjoy the same treatment are the Holmes and his wife.Mycroft's parents were not involved in the details of their eldest son's wedding.This might be the only unconventional aspect of the whole wedding.To this day, some people still believe that this kind of wedding that is not organized by parents on behalf of their children may lead to misfortune.

"Mr. Holmes, Madam, the pick-up car is already at the door. Do you have anything else to confirm?"

"I think there's one last question, Cynthia. I hope Mike is simply preparing for a wedding, can you assure me of that?"

Faced with Mrs. Holmes' questioning eyes, Cynthia found it difficult to answer this question.

It's not just a wedding, maybe... a funeral too.As a minority, it is very difficult to answer this question.Finally, Cynthia replied very professionally: "I think so." She hesitated for a while, and added: "Miss Joanna is a very outstanding girl, and we all respect her very much."

Regarding the arrangement of the security personnel, Holmes selected half of them, and Joanna personally selected the other half.

Probably because of the particularity of their work, they are not so optimistic about security vulnerabilities.This made them spend a lot of energy, just trying to be exhaustive.

"You misunderstood what she meant. She wasn't worried that Joanna was a bad girl. I was just worried about whether she was fully aware of the impact that marrying Mike would have on her future."

In Cynthia's memory, the elder Mr. Holmes did not often express his views.It kept Cynthia thinking that he might have provided only the benevolent part of Holmes' genes, and the surname itself.

But the facts now prove that no matter who is underestimated, it will pay the price.Old Mr. Holmes is clever and wise, and he is also a man who has insight into the situation.

The female secretary bowed her head silently, but she could answer this question very smoothly, "I can assure you, Miss Joanna can handle it very well!"

Soon, the black car drove slowly from the ancestral home of the Holmes family to the wedding venue.

45:[-] am.

Sherlock returned to 221b Baker Street with blood on his face. Sherlock was able to obtain limited authority in the investigation of danger. As usual, Mycroft did not pay too much attention to him. This was his acquiescence, allowing Xia It is not impossible for Locke to check for loopholes.But Joanna strictly controlled all permissions.

Her behavior made Sherlock faintly feel another kind of worry.

Watson, who went downstairs to get waffles, caught Sherlock's behavior squarely.At this time, Watson was still wearing pajamas. He was holding biscuits in one hand and a milk box in the other, watching Sherlock open the door and come in in surprise.

——"Sherlock! When did you go out!"

Then Watson realized that this was not the best question.

"Do you remember that today is your brother's wedding?!" He added the question.

Sherlock was hit on the cheekbone with a fist from the man in the dark.He bet that the opponent's fist also received a lot of damage, but as far as the current situation is concerned, his nosebleeds have been flowing intermittently along the way, and the pain and accompanying redness made his voice a little muffled, but at least The meaning is clear: "I know, but Watson, I need some ice now!"

Without Sherlock's telling, Watson had already taken out an ice cube from the bag next to his fingers in the refrigerator.Other people's refrigerators are full of pork and beef, but theirs is human meat, which is probably the only one in London!

Watson couldn't stop thinking wildly in his heart, how much Sherlock was injured at this time gave Watson a bad premonition.

When ice cubes were applied to his cheekbones, Sherlock flinched under his hands. In order to help him distract from the pain and satisfy his own curiosity, Watson asked, "What are you doing out in the morning?" gone?"

"It's just a case."

"Just a case? Just this morning? You went out alone, and then came back with blood on your face?" A series of questions showed that Watson obviously didn't believe it.

"All the cases are interconnected. I went to the wedding scene with them, and I told them what the optimal folding plan is. But they didn't listen to me!" This tone sounded somewhat aggrieved .

Watson laughed angrily at Sherlock's logic.He automatically completed the words after Sherlock: "So you ran over in the middle of the night to change the napkin style for the couple. Next, are you going to tell me that your face is so ugly because you were discovered by the security guards?" ?”

The questioning was met with only a vague murmur.

Sherlock intentionally shifted the issue to a less serious one. This is the couple's wedding. He has now confirmed that the wedding is very dangerous. The question is-how many people were mixed into the security guards? These Watsons don't need to care , the essence of a wedding is just an ordinary day.

He looked at them, just fine.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Enthusiastic guests entered the banquet scene one after another with invitation cards.The first batch to arrive were either those who were too close to the newcomers, or those who did not have much status.

The person who wants the last is always the last to appear. This sentence is also used for the current occasion.

Part of the invitation contains electronic information, and the relevant documents and content will be displayed on the computer after scanning.

Several people who entered the case were very surprised by this inspection system, "Is this a new technology? It was not used in public, but it appeared in the wedding security check?"

"For everyone's safety. What's more, Mr. Holmes is engaged in this kind of work. How could he miss this opportunity to show?"

The whispers of a few people really can't change the overall situation.

One of them was passing through the security check, and the machine scanned him with a small sharp object in his pocket.

This caused minimal rioting, but it was soon revealed that it was just a campaign badge.The minister-level public figure triumphantly pinned his badge on his suit in front of everyone. He had his own calculations, and the security check continued smoothly.

Hannibal took the event 15 minutes longer than expected, and when he left the meeting during his shift change and reunited with Will, they exchanged brief messages.

"I checked the list of security guards. Focused on tracking a few of them." Will had already changed into the suit he was going to wear to the banquet, and his bow tie was tied for Hannibal himself before Hannibal left in the morning. The movement was a little loose, and Hannibal went over to help him tie it.

"I hope you can at least provide good news. But I guess that's not possible..."

Will affirmed Hannibal's conclusion: "At least three security guards have been swapped. The luckiest one is still alive, but the other two are in the trunk. This is not an activity pattern of the same faction, at least two The group was involved. I think Joanna's wedding may not have been as good as she wanted."

"Tell me about your analysis, Will." Hannibal raised his chin slightly.

This small movement made Will realize a question after a while: "What happened to your face? Did you confront the murderer?"

Hannibal, who was finally noticed, showed a satisfied look in his eyes.But he didn't say it, and at the same time, his body language continued to hint at Will - he showed an aggrieved look, until Will worriedly moved closer to check his wound.

"We're just helping out. We're trying to minimize harm, but we're under no obligation. Don't worry too much about Joanna, I guess she has her own agenda.  … Also, we have Medicine chest..."

The medicine chest was quickly found.Will's dialogue with Hannibal's wounds is not indifferent, he was just attracted by things at first, ignoring the surrounding factors.

When wiping the blood, Hannibal looked a little like a well-trained big cat.But Will knew that this was just an appearance, Hannibal was essentially a hunter, someone who could injure him—"Didn't you manage to deal with that threat?"

"But it's too soon. His face is much more miserable than mine."

Position each other?

Will showed a weird expression, which is okay, and Joanna's vitality can also be relieved.

"The last question... What do you mean by what you said just now... Joanna has her own agenda?"

"It's just one of the possibilities. We should never underestimate that woman. How could there be such a big loophole in the security plan she designed together with that Sherlock Holmes? With a team of agents and professionals, you must never How likely is it that you will need a group of security guards?"

Will couldn't help frowning when he heard that, he completely understood what Hannibal meant, and he took over the words, and continued: "You mean that Joanna deliberately arranged a security hole to... catch murderer?"

Oh my good Will!

Hannibal looked at his teacup with a troubled look on his face, but decided not to speak out his own guess.

——No one should forget what Joanna looked like in her early years, and she has not lost her wings now.Is it to lure the arrival of the murderer, or is it planning another kind of madness?This is only known when it happens.

"Okay Will. I think it's time for us to go—for that exciting wedding..." Hannibal's wounds were quickly taken care of, and they boarded the car together. To invent a suitable reason for this wound...

People who received invitations from all over London, and even all over the country, are going to the same destination at this time and gathering at the same time.How many of them know that Mr. Holmes has really fallen in love, and how many of them know that Miss Heard predicted her own death, at least at this time, is still unknown.

The invisible clock ticked forward, so that no one noticed that the backup generator at the venue was tampered with...