Baker Street Charterers

The next day they went to Belmere Street to find Mycroft, note: at Holmes's complete involuntary condition.

Unfortunately (but Holmes didn't think so) Mycroft was not at home at the moment.According to his butler, Big Holmes was staying at his club.Nora was about to continue her questioning, when Holmes replied in a somewhat dissatisfied voice, "He's in that 'No Talk or Get Fired' club."

"?" Nora looked puzzled.

"Diogenes, aka." Holmes explained reluctantly, even though it was not an alias at all but the club's official name, but he was obviously too lazy to let Nora know more about it. Members are not allowed to talk — I’ve always been comfortable with that rule, by the way, and it’s nice not to have anyone in your ear.”

Nora was silent for a moment, "Sounds interesting... oh, I mean, do you know where it is?"

Holmes stared at her for a few seconds, "Your tone sounds very interested?"

Nora tried to laugh a bit, but she tried her best to keep her face stern and composed, "It's true... I haven't finished yet-of course, I am more interested in you than a club. You completely Don't worry about the so-called 'job-hopping incident' between you and Mycroft."

"Come with me," answered Holmes at once.

"..."

The Diogenes Club is one of the most eerie clubs in London, and surprisingly it was founded by Mycroft, whose members are some of the most solitary and unsociable people in London." Members are not allowed to inquire about each other's situation", "Except in the reception room, conversation is absolutely not allowed, if three violations are brought to the attention of the club committee, the person talking will be expelled"...It sounds quite weird...and interesting.

"Can I really not join it?" Nora asked hopefully one last time before entering the club.

Holmes raised his eyebrows and said in a flat tone, "Of course, you have the right to do whatever you want."

Nora raised her mouth, "Well... for the sake of a bigger future... I think it's better for me to stay on Baker Street, sit in your living room, on your sofa, and read the rare book you handed me. Weird old books...I prefer this kind of life."

"That's not some weird book. It's a rare book I picked up in markets and second-hand book stalls!" Holmes said censoriously.

"Orphan? Do you mean those very, very interesting books that you found out on purpose like "Let's Pretend Nothing Happened", "Magic in Cards", and "About Human Ears, Noses, and Beauty"? ... Nora complained in a low voice, and before Holmes cast her fiery gaze, she immediately pushed open the door of the club, "Well...here we are."

As expected, the club was in a traditional and solemn silence. There were about seven or eight well-dressed elderly gentlemen sitting in the lively hall with a book in their hands. They didn’t look up when they saw someone coming in, and they were concentrating on the books in their hands. .Nora looked around, and saw Mycroft huddled on the sofa in an inconspicuous place with a lazy expression.

Why use the very purposeful word squeeze?Although Mycroft behaved elegantly and courteously, his figure and height were hard to ignore. Nora looked at Sherlock Holmes... Although the two brothers were considered to be outstanding in height, it was clear that Sherlock as a whole It seems more seductive.

Oh no, she shouldn't be comparing Sherlock and Mycroft, Sherlock's dissatisfaction with his brother will go to the sky, and hearing her think like this - even if it is a compliment, it will probably go to the laboratory Didn't come out for a few days.

...stop.Now is the time to get down to business.It's just too unprofessional to only think about the other party.

Nora turned her head and saw Holmes standing at the door with folded arms, motionless.Apparently he had seen Mycroft, but he had no intention of reminiscing about the past.Nora had no choice but to walk lightly to the sofa where Mycroft was, then bent down and patted his shoulder lightly.

Mycroft raised his head calmly, and then with an expected expression, he put down his book and stood up, beckoning them to follow.Walking out of the club and standing in the bright and majestic corridor, this important official of the British government said with an exaggerated expression, "Look who is here, the famous Sherlock Holmes—my brother, you actually come to take the initiative Find me, mom will be so pleased to eat three plates of muffins when she finds out about this."

"That's why I never come to you," Holmes said hypocritically, although everyone present knew that this reason had nothing to do with the truth.But Mycroft didn't care, he shrugged nonchalantly, "Nice to meet you, too."

"I don't think so," retorted Holmes.

Nora had been listening to the brothers' banter and bickering (which Holmes disagreed with) as a matter of routine, and she was so interested that she would have been reluctant to interrupt, if the mission of this trip had not been too important.

Mycroft brought them into a more secret room, opened a bottle of red wine with familiar movements, poured it, then sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, took a sip, and said leisurely with great enjoyment, "It can make Xia Rock Holmes and Nora Sharp came all the way (he emphasized the words) to come to me, it must be something very important, let me guess, for example, Watson is divorced and you need someone who knows how to Talking mediator?"

Nora, who didn't know how to speak, "..."

"Maybe it's because you're about to attend the wedding of your only younger brother?" Holmes snorted coldly.

"Wedding?" Mycroft said with a half-smile. "Oh, of course, of course, 'Sherlock Holmes will marry', I knew that when he was seven years old, didn't I? Only if someday it It really happened and I must be the last person in the whole world to know about it."

Holmes, "You know more about self-knowledge than you did when you were seven years old. I wish this realization had happened to you earlier, so that the people of Great Britain might live happier lives."

Mycroft raised her eyebrows, Nora observed the situation, and immediately said, "Don't worry, Mike, I will definitely notify you to attend the wedding."

The corner of Holmes' eye twitched violently.

Mycroft laughed loudly, "Look, I really like you more than my own brother, Nora. If one day you can't stand my brother anymore, don't worry, I have countless Clear, bright future single rich gentlemen of good character are seeking a wife as young and wise as yourself."

These words were simply too hateful, and Nora could already imagine Holmes' expression without looking back.Although she really wanted to agree and guess what kind of cute reaction the latter would have, but for the sake of the future, she immediately refused, "I accept your compliment, but let's forget it... I I don't want to see tomorrow's headline in The Times about a horrific story about two brothers killing each other."

"Believe me, I would have liked to have done so, if it were possible," added Holmes duly.

Nora immediately changed the subject, "I believe you have already guessed our purpose - about Moriarty."

Mycroft raised his glass, without much surprise, "Go on."

"Who is the most powerful and powerful person in the British Empire?" Nora said, "...that person, if I guess correctly, has a lot of friendship with him."

"We have no proof," said Holmes, turning to business, and at last put aside all old rancor, becoming melancholy. "But even if we had evidence, if we could not get it to the magistrate, we would ask for a public trial. ...I am afraid that after they have had a 'kindly' talk, all the hard work will be for naught in an instant."

"It really shocks me," Mycroft crossed his legs, trying his best to put on an unbelievable expression, but his slightly smiling eyes revealed the true thoughts in his heart, "there would be a case that would make Sherlock Holmes feel difficult , I should ask my assistant to record this great moment, I am afraid that you will never encounter such interesting things again in your body."

Nora laughed softly.

"Think about how a person with Moriarty's mind can easily and unnoticed bring so many hidden benefits to that person." Holmes seemed not to have heard the ridicule, and analyzed by himself, "He It can even be used to jointly kill countless competitors and gain more power, so that the queen has to worry about his reputation and power and dare not speak freely... I can't think of that person who refuses to cooperate with Moriarty The reason, as a matter of fact, we should have guessed this a long time ago, until we got the paper, I find that I am not at all shocked by it."

Mycroft shook the bright red wine in the glass, lowered his head and gently sniffed the mellow aroma inside, but he didn't drink it, but said in a low voice, "I know."

He didn't say clearly what he knew, but all the smart people present understood what he meant immediately.Holmes moved forward unconsciously, and frowned, "Then what are you waiting for?"

"Be patient, young man." Mycroft smiled slowly, "The person you are talking to is a subordinate of that person, you are a traitor...you have seen your boss be exposed, then you have lost your job and ended up a homeless person The poor fellow who ended up?"

"I believe that even if you are unemployed, you can live a very good life." Holmes agreed with him for a rare time out of some hidden purpose, but he immediately revealed his true colors in the next sentence, "—when will you be like this?" Follow the rules, Mycroft, I don't remember that word ever coming to you."

"Because my boss is indeed a rare and good prime minister, in all aspects." Mycroft did not hesitate to praise himself, and added by the way, "In addition—I think you The energy should not be put on the Marquis...Who told you that the person in the prime minister's mansion will definitely be the prime minister? Rigor should be the quality that every detective must have, my lovely friends."

The information in his words is not insignificant, and Nora responded sharply immediately, "What do you know?"

"A lot," said Mycroft slowly, ". . . but excuse me, I don't want to tell you one bit, since my brother is Sherlock Holmes - the most curious man in all of England."

Holmes was about to speak when Nora said, "But I think you are also very clear... If you don't tell him, things will become more troublesome... Do you want to see Charlie at the police station, as a bailman?" status?—But surely this isn’t the first time, is it? You should be used to it.”

Mycroft paused for a moment, his eyebrows twitched, and then he looked at Holmes, and it was no surprise that he saw a look similar to pride and complacency on his own brother's face.

He sighed.

"You really know how to persuade a person." Mycroft's tone seemed helpless, "Since I don't want to be ashamed in public at all, I can tell you a piece of news."

Nora unconsciously pricked up his ears, while Holmes clasped his hands. Although his expression was calm, his eyes betrayed his concentration.

"The person who made the deal with Moriarty is indeed in that place, but it is certain that he is not the person you think... After all these years, have you not let go of your conspiracy theory, Xiali? Not everyone has the right to Powerful people will do such dirty deals, you should be more optimistic, otherwise mother will blame me for leading you badly."

"Isn't that the truth she has known all along?" mocked Holmes. "And the name? We need a name."

"That's what we can't tell you." Mycroft shrugged. "Because we don't know the name either. He hides it very well."

Holmes nodded, then stood up, "Enough is enough. Since he is not the one who needs to be tabooed the most, everything will be much easier."

"..." Much easier?Is this his sincere words?

Both Nora and Mycroft had a bad feeling at the same time.