[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

Half of Sherlock's body fell into the abyss, he closed his eyes, and was as quiet as an ancient Greek statue.

"Where is she?" When he said this, his voice did not sound ups and downs, but if you want to think that he is calm at the moment, it is definitely the biggest illusion. The veins on the back of Sherlock's pale hands are bulging, and he can't wait to rub the letter. into pieces.

It's sunny outside, but a storm is about to hit this room.

"I can tell you where she is," said Mycroft, reaching into the inside pocket of his suit, "if you insist on knowing where she is after reading this."

What he handed over was also a letter. The off-white envelope was like a piece of goose feather, which easily touched the tenderness in people's hearts.

"Winsty wrote to you."

He took the letter, and cast a glance at Mycroft, which contained intense disapproval.

Why should the letter written by my girlfriend be handed over to you?

The envelope was opened, and his girlfriend's handwriting was just like hers, childish, every word was written in a round shape, and I must have used a ruler to draw horizontal lines when writing.

The letter delayed the arrival of the storm.

teacher:

I don't know what I was doing or where I was when you read this letter. I think the best case scenario is that you never read this letter, and I am always by your side.

But when you read this letter, I have already completed or completed what I should do.

I am a demon hunter. You already know this. The great elder who raised me said that exorcising the undead in the world and restoring the clarity of the world is our mission. For me, this sentence is similar to "study hard and improve every day." "Almost, I know it makes sense, but the truth is the truth, in fact, I have never had a deep understanding of my identity.

I think it may be because when I was born, I saw a world where undead ravages. I haven't seen a better world until I came here.

I am the one chosen by the Holy Grail. I have searched for many reasons, but I still don’t know why the Holy Grail chose me. Obviously, my witchcraft is not good enough, and there are more people who are more qualified than me, but you told me that night Me, only if I come, you will not unlock the Book of the Dead, maybe this is why the Holy Grail chose me.

This world is so much better than before I came here, I can see a pure sky, people can go out to bask in the sun on a clear day, and I have a family that loves me, I never thought I would have it all , the root of all this is you.

After seeing my third uncle and his friends that day, when I came out, I felt the strangeness of this world. I stayed here for 19 years, and gradually took the beauty for granted. This is not the world I live in. At this moment Only then did I really realize how heavy the responsibility was on my shoulders.

I am here to kill you. I used to think that killing you would solve everything, but the wheel of time moves forward, and history may change because of a small choice. I believe you will not unseal the book of the dead, but There are always some eyes hidden in the middle of the night, but you will not unseal the book of the dead, which makes me very happy. At least I don’t have to entangle between emotions and missions, and I can rest assured to do what I should do.

My mission, I will not shirk.

I have something to ask you:

If the Book of the Dead is found in the end, I hope that you will keep the Book of the Dead. Since you will not unseal it, I believe it is the best choice to put it in your hands. You must think Find a place that no one but you can think of, it's sure to be safe there.

I hope you can always do what you like the most, and don't be surprised by people's opinions. You have always been a lovely person, and someone will love you in the future.So...try to make a friend, Sherlock, of course, I'm not saying that you can make any friend, he (or she) must be an honest and upright person, and it's best to be able to accompany you on adventures.

I hope you can understand me, I can't be selfish, I will do what I should do.

Goodbye, Sherlock.

When Winsty handed the letter to Mycroft, Mycroft asked her, "Aren't you afraid that I'll open the letter?"

"Your British gentlemanliness tells me you won't," replied Winsty, "and it wouldn't matter if you did."

Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, like a ray of sunshine piercing the fog of London.

Mycroft didn't open the letter, it's very ungentlemanly to open someone else's letter privately, and he could vaguely guess the contents of the letter...

Winsty chose to deliver the letter to him instead of handing it to Sherlock himself. The content inside must not be so pleasant to read, it should be a parting speech.

Mycroft quietly watched Sherlock's reaction.

He finished reading the letter, put the letter back in the envelope, folded the envelope and put it in the coat pocket, and put on the coat: "Where is she?"

"Sherlock, she doesn't want you to come."

Sherlock ignored Mycroft's words, he had already gone out, and there was the sound of Shen Jian's powerful footsteps in the corridor.

Mycroft followed and called to Sherlock in the cold wind.

Sherlock turned his head, the expression on his face was colder than the cold wind in London: "Mycroft, my girlfriend has the same IQ as an ordinary goldfish."

Mycroft was puzzled.

"This means that she is also easily deceived and confused by the appearance of things. No matter how strange powers you have seen in her, let me tell you, she also needs to be protected," Sherlock looked at Mycroft's Eyes, said, "Their goal is not me, but her."

The gullible little girl must have thought that "Jack the Ripper" was going to be his next target, so she went so willingly. She had already anticipated the parting, so she left with a sense of heroic determination.

The little girl was too easy to be deceived. The letter just played a not so advanced word game, and it deceived her.

Such an unintelligent little girl, what should he do with her?

Mycroft had never seen the anxiety and helplessness in Sherlock's eyes at this moment.

For the first time, Sherlock said to him in a tone almost pleading: "Tell me where she is."

It took Mycroft a moment to decide whether Sherlock was telling the truth or a lie he had concocted to find Winsty.

But now there is no time to lose a second.

There is no time to waste.

Sherlock took Mycroft's wrist and showed him his pulse: "Tell me where she is, brother."

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