[Comprehensive] Today is also proving to Sherlock that I am a traveler

Ms. Agent knocked on the office door, got permission to enter and put the report on the table.

"I didn't ask anything." She frowned. The sixth group's method of torture to extract a confession is second to none. Many people failed to hold on under high pressure, but the woman who seemed to have no professional training at all didn't have a single word of the truth. reveal.

In fact, they really thought too much.

Ever since that lunatic Slater caused big trouble in London, Holmes somehow got into a fight with them, chasing them every day, so that the whole organization had to keep a low profile.

Emma sat on the chair in the interrogation room, thinking casually, sure enough, the miss just made her ready two days ago, and she was caught here early this morning.

It wasn't the Bird family incident she thought, but an old case a few years ago. Slater's men were hunted down for more than a month with certain items, and finally exposed to Mycroft Holmes somehow. .She intervened in this matter at the time, and later Miss Jiang took the opportunity to clean up the entire organization. She was dismissed incidentally and had no contact with internal affairs for several years. She was not reappointed until the eve of that Miss Jiang's arrival in London.

The Chinese name is really a mouthful! But the lady prefers to call that person by his Chinese name.

Naturally, that's the only way she can be called.

The person in charge of the interrogation stared at her without blinking, not wanting to miss every subtle expression on her face.

It's a pity that apart from the normal emotions of fear, panic and bewilderment, Emma's face can't see anything at all.

But the interrogators didn't think it was because she was innocent. According to the information they analyzed, this person was banished from the core senior management of that "organization" a few years ago. She had changed many jobs, but none of them did. long.

Although he is down and out now, he was once one of the core personnel after all, and the secrets in his hands must be indispensable.For this reason, they lay in ambush for two days without sleep before dispatching to arrest her. As soon as she resisted, snipers would be dispatched immediately.

But... she was too cooperative.

From being brought to the present, it can be said that he answers every question, and his attitude is too good to be true.

Not even a single piece of useful information was disclosed.

An interrogator coughed twice, and Emma looked up at him innocently.The other wrote the transcript with a blank face.

Just because the woman didn't say anything useful, doesn't mean she didn't say a bunch of crap!

Really a bunch!

On average, she can speak hundreds or even thousands of words for a single question! She must also use some complicated and strange words or slang to replace common words! He, the record-keeper, is about to collapse!

"Nothing?" Mycroft's expression was unclear. "No, of course she explained everything. Let her go back for the time being, and let people closely monitor her movements."

Ms. Agent was taken aback for a moment, knowing that her boss was trying to trick someone, she silently mourned for that Miss Emma for three seconds.

Regardless of whether the lady confessed or not, she will completely lose the trust of that organization from now on.

"So I can go now?" She was overjoyed and trembling, and looked at the agent lady tremblingly.

The corner of Ms. Agent's mouth twitched secretly. Such an innocent expression always reminded me of Miss Christa who had the guts to live under the same roof as Mr. Holmes, who didn't see anyone else and was able to dictate orders.

That should be called the nightmare of the entire six offices.

Respect them as secret agents, okay? Don't they want to lose face?

"Yes, I'm sorry, we got the wrong person." Ms. Agent nodded slightly, explaining without distraction.

Emma thought about it, and said goodbye to her happily as if she didn't know anything.

Divorce... This Mr. Holmes' wishful thinking may have come to nothing, after all, isn't her lady's best at... plotting people's hearts?

***

Today's 221B was filled with a low air pressure. Lestrade sat on the sofa with a face full of confusion, looked at Sherlock on the left, and then at Christa on the right.

Christa gently put down the coffee cup, and there was a crisp sound when the white porcelain collided with the table.Lestrade's heart skipped a beat.

"Mr. Lestrade, I think you will be able to give a fair verdict on this matter." Christa glanced at Sherlock who was holding a mobile phone and didn't know what he was doing, and said softly.

"Lise, look... this matter... er..." Lestrade struggled to reconcile the contradiction, "You also know that Sherlock is such a person... er... Sherlock, why don't you talk to him first?" Liz apologize?"

Sherlock, who was fiddling with his mobile phone, was able to spare a little thought to send to the two of them, "It's just an ordinary letter."

Christa, who faces Sherlock's troubles every day, looks at Lestrade: "You see, I'm not a fussy person, but Sherlock always disrespects my privacy like this, which makes me feel very troubled." Oh, and besides, I'm a girl."

She also has a bottom line, it is impossible to let Sherlock flip through her things at will.

This time, after Mrs. Hudson retrieved the letter sent to her by her grandparents, Sherlock opened her letter while she was in class at the teacher's house, and then put it back as if nothing had happened.

Did he think she couldn't see the obvious signs of unsealing? !

"Oh, I'll be more careful next time so I don't leave a mark," Sherlock concluded.

When Lestrade heard his words, he saw that Christa's expression became more ferocious, and he rubbed his temples helplessly.

This matter...is really difficult to handle.

When Krista called him and said he was going to call the police, he was in a daze.He originally thought that there was a case, but he didn't expect it to be about Sherlock.In all fairness, Sherlock's matter was indeed a little too much.

downstairs.

Mrs. Hudson brought out the freshly baked cookies, and looked worriedly at the quiet second floor.

"Can the two of them resolve this matter peacefully? Liz seems really angry."

The novelist, who was writing a manuscript with his computer in his arms, quickly finished the last paragraph, and smiled relaxedly at the landlady who brought him some snacks, "Don't worry. Christa is not that angry. If she is really that angry, she should be angry now." It’s not that Scotland Yard is intervening in this matter—I heard that Mr. Sherlock has a good relationship with Scotland Yard? You know, with Christa’s status, it would be a more direct and effective way to find the embassy to deal with the trouble.”

And her behavior of calling the police to Scotland Yard was more like a child saying, you made me unhappy, and I am very angry now.

"I hope so!" muttered Mrs. Hudson.

"Of course. Mrs. Hudson, would you please give me a cup of coffee and half a piece of sugar?" The novelist rubbed his eyes and said.

"Cecil, I'm not the housekeeper." Although Mrs. Hudson said so, she made him a cup of coffee and asked by the way: "How are you getting along with Sherlock and Liz? Liz has always been a Lovely child, I think you'll have a great time with her! The only thing that worries me is Sherlock..."

"It's more interesting than I thought it would be," he said.

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