Baker Street Charterers

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"These people are really going to give us trouble," Mycroft complained. "Whenever we find a clue that looks worth digging, there are countless other little clues popping up to interfere with us-"

"We can split up," Nora suggested after a moment's thought, and she explained to Holmes' gaze, "We don't have much time to find out the truth slowly...William can't wait, and the other children can't wait." , the longer it is delayed, the more unfavorable it will be for us."

"Have you any better suggestion?" asked Holmes.

"As I said, we split up. Sherlock, I don't think anyone here knows more about Moriarty than you and Mycroft, but I think Mycroft has other more important things. Need him to deal with, such as find out the spies hiding around us-"

She turned her head to look at her elder brother, who smiled at her and nodded in agreement.

"I can help with a little problem." When she spoke, her eyes gradually settled down, calm and rational like Sherlock Holmes next to her. "For example, the assassination of a certain femme fatale, or whether my former boss was involved in this matter." Conspiracy questions—"

"Ex-boss?" Madam asked.

"Cleveland Hawk." She replied, "Just like Yako and you, he is also a very good friend of mine, the brother of Mr. Yako."

Madam was slightly taken aback, then nodded, and sighed softly, "I hope the truth is not what I thought... I will lose a friend forever, and so will you."

Nora was silent for a while, she didn't answer, but continued calmly, "Sherlock...you will catch Moriarty, right?"

"There is no doubt about it, my lady," said Holmes at once.

"Then, until the matter is fully resolved, we will try to minimize the chances of seeing each other." Mycroft said slowly with experience, "If necessary, I will send someone—a reliable person, to contact you. Nora, Xia Locke, the war has begun, good luck."

"Wish us luck," they replied simultaneously.

……

Walking out of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Nora and Holmes stopped in a corner with few people, and stood still, facing each other with smiles in their eyes.

"You know what's going to happen next, don't you?" Nora asked with a smile.

Holmes lowered his head slightly, staring at this young face. Her emerald green eyes were as bright and wild as before, as if they had never changed, except that he was added.Holmes unconsciously lowered his voice, "Yes, ma'am."

"I don't want to hide from you," Nora stepped forward, hugged him gently, put her cheek on Holmes' warm chest, lowered her eyelids, and said softly, "I once told you about the 'secret', but now, I need to use This is a secret to solve this matter... Sherlock, I hope that Nora in your eyes will always be like this, special, warm, and unable to restrain the love for you... So I choose to leave temporarily now."

Holmes was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Yes, ma'am."

She raised her head, her eyes were not more than a centimeter away from the other person, she saw herself in those usually quiet and sharp gray eyes, the young woman inside seemed to be smiling, looking at him intently, with no hidden emotions inside .

This matter must be settled, and for little William, for her, and for them, it cannot be delayed any longer.The opponent has a large number of people, except for a sudden surprise attack, they have almost no chance of winning.

But now, she had to do some things, some unglamorous things, some things that she could have done a long time ago, but for some unspeakable reason, she was unable to complete them.

It is about these secrets, these great secrets that Sherlock Holmes cannot tell.

In comparison, "finding Moriarty and the evidence to catch him" is not a difficult task.Because he's Sherlock Holmes, and he can always perform miracles.

What she did was to solve his most likely worries.

"The LORD is my messenger, I will not cause want..." she murmured softly, "he made me lie down in the pasture, and led me beside still waters. He quickened my soul, and for his name Guide me in the right path. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for you are with me, and your rod and your staff will comfort me..."

Holmes listened quietly to her murmur. He seemed to understand something, but he was a little confused.He lowered his head, stared intently at her bright eyes, and subconsciously slowed down his breathing.

However, Nora had come to her senses. She stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his lips. It was very light, like the morning light and evening wind passing by the morning dew, and it disappeared at the touch of a touch.

"I'm very lucky, Sherlock Holmes," she said.

"There are so many cities, so many streets, so many houses in the world, but I walked into yours alone." Nora smiled slightly, "You taught me the most precious lesson, teaching me what love is, how to To love, and how I will do it for it... I appreciate that, and I will remember it, Sherlock."

"Where are you going?" Holmes consciously ignored the plausible words she said, and he stared at her closely, not letting go of any change in her face.

"'...Please shelter me, like the pupil of your eye and the shadow under your wings'..." Nora smiled slightly, "Where am I going? - Sherlock, on the mountain of God, he is prepared."

She bent down, took his hand, kissed his fingertips lightly, then raised her head and smiled, beckoning to him, "Goodbye, Sherlock Holmes."

Holmes stood where he was, watching the slender figure disappearing into the crowd.His fingers suddenly trembled slightly, he lowered his head, and subconsciously stroked the place where she kissed. The place seemed to be burning, and the breath and temperature she left behind could not go away for a long time.

"'God's mountain is prepared'?..." Holmes murmured softly, sighing unconsciously.

Where are you going, my lady?

What is your unspeakable secret?

... No, these are not issues that he needs to focus on right now.

Holmes raised his head. The sky in London was as gloomy as a freshly wrung rag, and it seemed that rain would fall at any moment.

I don't care about your so-called secrets, and I don't need to explore where you will go. All I care about is the answer to one question——

No matter what you did in the end, where you went... you will come back - that will be the only answer to this question.

……

When Sherlock Holmes returned to Baker Street, Mrs. Hodson and Watson were already sitting in the drawing-room, looking very anxious.

"What happened?" Watson stood up and asked worriedly. "Nora came back an hour ago and took all her things. She said goodbye to us, but I'm worried...she never did." But - Sherlock, what happened?"

Holmes was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "No, Watson. She has other things to do. All we have to do is trust her, do what we should do, and wait quietly."

"I can't understand what you're saying more and more..." Watson scratched his head. "God, what you just said is exactly what Nora said!—is it Moriarty?"

Holmes did not evade this question. He believed that Watson should know the truth, "At present, yes, Moriarty is our worst enemy, and I will do everything possible to obtain evidence, catch him, and make him never May come out again."

"Then what shall I do?" Watson asked enthusiastically.

Holmes gazed at him for a moment.

"What you need to do now is to stay by Mary's side and protect her until she gives birth safely and smoothly. Watson, you have a wife and children, and they are everything to you."

Watson was stunned for a moment. Although he seemed to agree with this point, he was also surprised.

"Are you Sherlock Holmes?" Watson smiled happily, "The former Sherlock Holmes would only pay attention to the cases he thought were interesting, and he would never say such a word to me. Come on, marriage and family are the last things worth mentioning, and you can imagine how shocked I am now... What has changed you, my dearest friend?"

Holmes seemed to be in a daze, and he didn't answer this meaningful-sounding question for a while.

In fact, even if he is reluctant, he can't help but think of the smile on the lips of the woman who waved to him before leaving.

It seemed like there was really only one ordinary goodbye, and tomorrow she would knock on the door of her house and greet him with a bright, familiar smile, "Hey! Good morning, Charlie! It's a nice day today, isn't it ?"

But Sherlock Holmes has always been a very smart person, so he understands that this is just a very beautiful idea.Only at this time will he rarely hate the rationality that he is usually very proud of, which makes him so clear at a glance what is hidden in her smile.

He couldn't help but began to think about a question-was he really doing the right thing?Arrogant, dependent on his own ingenuity, seldom putting anyone else in his sights, and craving an equal...so he attracted the attention of Moriarty, who was in some respects his equal.

But now, in order to solve this difficult opponent, she chose to leave mysteriously, but never told him when she would return.

Holmes bowed his head.His fingertips were burning again.

What changed you, Sherlock Holmes?

No, the answer to this question is obvious at a glance, it is better to put it another way.

What in the world is higher than the sky?Is it Sherlock Holmes' reason, or Sherlock Holmes' emotion?And now, do you regret that it once interfered with all your calmness, do you regret the meeting you once had?

Unfortunately, the result of the answer is still clear and clear at a glance.

Sherlock Holmes smiled slightly, turned his head, and said to Watson, "No, my friend."

"It has not changed me, quite the contrary, Watson."

"It just made me see better, it made me stronger, it never became my Achilles' heel."

Holmes patted him on the back, and said in a very gentle voice, "Thank you for your advice, my friend. I have always known what I should do, and that has never changed."

"Then what are you going to do now?" Watson understood his unfinished words and couldn't help asking with concern.

"Find the evidence, catch him, and destroy him," said Holmes, with a familiar, confident smile that belonged to Sherlock Holmes.

"Then...wait for her to go home."