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

London.

Unlike China's climate, London is already considered to be early spring at this time, when the ice melts and the snow melts, the grass grows and warblers fly.

On the morning of the first working day of this week, His Excellency Mycroft Holmes received a package sent across the ocean from a foreign country. After extensive inspection, this small package appeared on Mycroft's desk .

Mycroft glanced at the sender, completely unaware that his brother, who only caused headaches, would actually send him a gift.

...Although no one can guarantee whether this is a cute microbiological petri dish, it is my brother's filial piety after all!

So Mycroft immediately picked up the phone and dialed out.

Sherlock went to China after going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers and changed his mobile phone number. Few of his acquaintances knew about it, but this did not affect the normal communication between the two brothers.

—As long as Holmes wants to do something, they can always find a way.

As soon as McCoff dialed the phone, he was hung up immediately after being connected without a word of information.

Before hanging up, he seemed to hear the voice of the little girl temporarily staying in 221B?

His stupid little brother...is he finally going to lose to the goldfish he despises?

Mr. Mycroft, with a straight face, was happy to hear this.

As for admonishing Sherlock not to get too close to Christa, is there any trouble?No one was in more trouble than Holmes.After he confirmed certain things, he began to think about whether Krista or Sherlock was more troublesome.There will definitely be someone who has more headaches than him in this matter, he just needs to be prepared for a good show.

After thinking about these little things, Mycroft turned back to the package that had been opened on the table.

It is an ordinary plant branch and leaf.Lush green, with some withered leaves

But since this thing was sent by Sherlock, it seems that it is not so ordinary.

So Mycroft sent the unremarkable branch to the lab.

Catherine didn't know that Mycroft had been working all day on a single plant branch, and she didn't care.But she had to do a "Macrof's girlfriend role," which was part of their deal.

With her father's status in the House of Commons, her marriage is a bargaining chip for the entire London upper class, and all parties have to weigh it carefully.She doesn't care about marriage, but she doesn't want marriage to be a bargaining chip to restrain her, so McCoff is the best shield for her.

And Mycroft needs to use her to temporarily deal with his mother who somehow heard that he has a girlfriend, and what he seems to want to test out through her.

Each has ghosts, and each wants something.

As an irreproachable girlfriend, Catherine waited for McCoff in this cafe with a box of small desserts she made herself.

Not for Mycroft, of course, but for his tender and amiable mother.The lady had mentioned her sweet tooth during her last Christmas visit, and Catherine had made this one herself.

The lady was a very nice person, though Holmes was a real nuisance.

Catherine didn't want to be alone with McCoff at first, she felt that this person was too unfathomable to her, but there were always some unavoidable reasons - for example, the lovers who were dating always wanted to see each other even if they were busy for another month.

Catherine was reading a blue bound book when Mycroft came over.

Seeing the familiar figure in a black suit, Catherine put down the book in her hand and greeted McCoff politely.

"Is this Greek mythology?" Mycroft glanced at the title of the book, but his meaning was unclear, "Miss Catherine is interested in these myths and legends? I thought that a rationalist like you, Miss Catherine, would not be interested in these absurd myths and legends." Interest, it seems that I was wrong."

She leisurely closed the title page with her slender fingertips, "Myths are very interesting things. I have always liked interesting things. It is true that you misunderstood."

"Oh? Then what interesting myths and legends is Miss Catherine reading?" Mycroft put on the same gentlemanly manner.

"The story of Persephone and Hades. Pluto robbed the god of spring from Olympus, and the god of spring was dragged into the cold underworld. There were only six months in a year to go back and forth between the world. From then on, only Six months make everything grow, and other seasons are so barren that nothing grows. Interesting story, don’t you think?” Catherine stirred the toffee in the coffee, and it tasted good.

"Indeed." Mycroft took a sip of the espresso coffee that made him feel cloyingly sweet, but smiled.

The two sat for a while, and the atmosphere slowly fell silent. In the end, it was Catherine who took the initiative to break the awkward atmosphere of silence.

"This is the dessert Mrs. Holmes mentioned last time. I made some specially. Mr. McCoff, please pass it on for me."

"Of course, don't worry." Mycroft thanked him politely.

After quietly sitting with a cup of coffee, Catherine got up to leave.

"I still have some things to deal with. Mr. Holmes has been having a hard time recently, so I won't bother you much." She was polite and reserved, her posture and appearance were elegant like that of a British aristocratic lady.But such a perfect posture could not conceal her perfunctory treatment of McCoff.

This was exactly what Mycroft wanted, and he smiled and let her leave.

After she calmly stood up and said goodbye, Mycroft's eyes were slightly dark, making it hard to tell the depth.

This girlfriend in name, the perfect lady of the most typical high society in London, finally couldn't help but reveal her sharp minions in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to catch some people with evil intentions.

London...since the downfall of Arthur Byrd has been in an unmanageable predicament.Various glamorous socialites are suspicious of each other and are on guard against frame, for fear of becoming the next Arthur Bird.And the evidence held by Arthur Byrd is also a big trouble for them.In short, people are panicked.

The person who played this game of chess is a master at manipulating people's hearts.

Even the Sifull family, which has always been wise and safe, has long been involved.As for the Gloucester family where Catherine belonged, they couldn't maintain the detachment they had always kept aloof from.

London was completely chaotic in a way no one expected, and it was caught off guard.

***

When Sherlock hung up on McCoff, he was working with Christa on how to make simple firecrackers.

As soon as Mycroft called, he guessed that McCoff wanted to ask about the branch and leaf, but he cut this section secretly, and Mr. Jiang was still sitting at the door.The great detective still has to save some face for himself.

So Sherlock mercilessly abandoned the cheap brother Mycroft.

The two specifically asked the two old people about the origin of the plant, but the old couple couldn't tell clearly.Mrs. Jiang only said that a flower dealer who stepped on a small three-wheeled car came to sell it to her a few years ago.At that time, Mrs. Jiang wanted to pick a good-looking and easy-to-grow plant, and the other party recommended this.

It is evergreen in all seasons, with luxuriant branches and leaves, neither high nor short, and can be placed on the balcony.Such a plant can live for several years. When the life of this plant is about to end, just take a side bud from the top and replant it with careful care to survive.The characteristics of this plant will be passed down from generation to generation, growing more and more lush.The pot that the old lady is raising now is the third generation.

The vitality is extremely tenacious.

It's a pity that the old lady can only remember so much, otherwise she could at least ask the name of this plant.

No one knows you yet?

That was really hard.

"It really doesn't look like something that can live that long." Christa asked for the potted plant and fiddled with her green leaves with tweezers.After she finished speaking, she looked at Sherlock again, "Can you see anything?"

Sherlock: "..."

Sherlock, who has very little botanical knowledge, can at best grind the leaves into juice. As for other things, such as the name and use of this plant, Sherlock said that he really doesn't know anything.

Christa, who hadn't researched anything about this plant, was not in a hurry, but instead enthusiastically thought about making firecrackers with Sherlock.

The two worked hard for a long time, and finally ended with the firecrackers being ignited and spraying a tube of ash on Sherlock's face.

Christa: "Hahahaha..." She couldn't be more satisfied with the result.

Before she could finish laughing, she was shocked by another firecracker lit by Sherlock.

——It was not a firecracker, but a firework, which rose up in vain in the clear sky of the day until it flew away for a moment, inconspicuous, and almost no one noticed it.

"It's pretty." Christa, who didn't see anything, opened her eyes and said nonsense.

Sherlock: "..." Depressed JPG.

After the New Year holiday, there is a long period of study and work.

Professor Smith has sent an email to inquire about her return date, and by the way urged her not to neglect her violin practice easily.

This made Christa a little distressed.

"We have to speed up the progress. The teacher urged me to go back to London." She said and sighed again. After Isidor left, there was no one to help her share the firepower. Why did Isidor leave?

Although she was so teasing, her eyes gradually became more serious, "We will finish the investigation as soon as possible on the Chinese side. My mother's death... more reasons are on the European side."

"But you don't have any clues now." Sherlock began to think about where they would be best to start.

"There will always be clues." She smiled mysteriously, "There will always be clues that will come to you automatically."

Sherlock: "..."

No, I don't believe it.Your attitude seems unreliable.

The author has something to say: to be changed.

I'm so tired, I'll change it later.