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

After Winsty woke up, the first word she uttered was not elegant. If Morticia heard it, her etiquette class might need to be retaken, and if Frost heard it, she might yell "Great!" ".

The special forces completely thought that they had subdued the red-eyed girl with supernatural powers, but they didn't know how many times Wensty had fought with another soul in her body.

Although the bullets (bullets) have been taken out, the wounds on her shoulders and legs are still painful. Obviously at the last moment, she no longer struggled and raised her hand just to express her surrender, but in the eyes of the special forces Became another attack signal.

The wound was already a very troublesome matter, and what was even more troublesome was that she had to explain her abnormal behavior in Newman's private hospital.

Grandmother said more than once that there is more than one soul in her body. Wensty was originally a joke. Sometimes what grandma said was endless, but she did not expect that what she said was true. Wensty did have more than one soul in her body. a soul.

In the dark and gloomy cave, Dr. Newman took out a sachet. The other soul, who had been unknown all this time, was like Popeye who drank a few cans of pineapple. of destructive power.

But Wensti couldn't tell the truth, she didn't mind telling the interrogator the truth: "I was abducted by Cicia to a hospital burrow, and Dr. Newman smelled a strange spice to me, and my brain seemed to explode Similarly, another soul competes with me for the ownership of this body, but I can't compete with it, so another soul occupies the entire body, and all the disasters in Newman's private hospital are caused by it."

But after hearing such an explanation, the interrogator might think that she drank fake wine, how can it be so difficult to tell the truth?

Wensty's interrogation was scheduled for the afternoon after she woke up, and the Scotland Yard police were busy interrogating the doctors at Newman's private hospital, so Mycroft personally carried out her interrogation.

Wensti was escorted to a separate room. She was treated very differently from other suspects. A row of armed guards stood at the door of the room, each with a serious expression, but the room was empty.

Winsty sat on the green leather soft sofa waiting for the interrogator to arrive. During this time, she had been looking for a rationale for her strange behavior in Newman's private hospital.

Mycroft walked in with a small black umbrella, and when Winsty saw his figure, some of the words she had managed to sort out in her mind were all messed up and broken into small pieces. Her lies might be Fooled the interrogators at Scotland Yard, but hard to fool Mycroft.

Mycroft had the same smile on his face as always, the same as when he ordered dessert, and the same as the last time I saw him at the Diogenes Club.

After all, Wensty's identity was different every time she met Mycroft. The first time was as Sherlock's roommate, then as the dessert chef, last time as Sherlock's girlfriend, and this time she became a suspect. , life is really wonderful everywhere.

Mycroft sat down on the sofa opposite her: "Tea?"

"Okay." She also needed a cup of tea to soothe her emotions.

Mycroft did not look like he was here to question the suspect.

"What tea?"

"black tea."

Mycroft tapped the ground three times with his little black umbrella, and a guard opened the door, looking serious.

The information on the news was blocked, and the information passed on to the public was that a group of terrorists had taken hostages in the hospital. After the unremitting efforts of the Special Forces and Scotland Yard, the hostages were finally rescued.

But the guard next to Mycroft knew that the situation was far more complicated than what was reported in the news. Although he hadn't been at the scene in person, he had heard some rumors. He knew that there was a dangerous girl blocking the rescue.

When he saw Wensty for the first time, he subconsciously thought that he had caught the wrong person, but then he suddenly realized that it was this kind of person who didn't seem to be aggressive at all who was more dangerous.When Mycroft's umbrella smacked the ground, he mistook Mycroft for being attacked.

When the guards broke in, they had already aimed their guns at Wensty.

Mycroft waved his hand, signaling him to relax: "Can you make us a cup of black tea?"

Originally, his assistant was responsible for these tasks, but Sisia had already collapsed in the cave in Newman's private hospital. After this incident, he had to be more cautious in finding an assistant. He hadn't found Sisia's replacement so quickly.

The guard froze for a few seconds, looking at Mycroft, wondering if this was a distress call from the officer.

"Not too hot a cup," Mycroft asked Winsty, "what about you?"

"Mine don't need to be too hot," Winsty replied.

The communication atmosphere between these two people is really very friendly.

"Both cups don't need to be too hot."

"Yes, sir."

The guards backed out, and after a short while, two cups of warm black tea were served in front of them.

Mycroft picked up the bone china cup and took a sip of the black tea. He was not particularly satisfied with the taste. This cup of black tea should have been poured by the guards at will.

He decided not to drink that cup of tea anymore.

Mycroft asked Winsty, who had taken a sip of tea, "How do you like the taste?"

"It's okay." Wensty put down the teacup.

In fact, she felt the same as Mycroft, and she also felt that the taste was not good, but it was always polite to say a few words.

Mycroft smiled slightly. He already knew what it was like for Wensty to lie, and the interrogation officially began.

"You seem to have a younger brother in your family. Have you ever thought about where he will go to college in the future?"

Wensti really hadn't thought about this question. Pugsley and she had always been educated at home.

"Haven't thought about it yet."

Mycroft chatted with Wensty in a very natural tone: "You still have to think about it, children always grow up in an instant, if you need help, just ask, I can tell you at Oxford and Cambridge last few words."

Winsty thanked Mycroft, and Mycroft changed the subject: "What about my sister?"

"I don't have a sister."

"Oh, that's my memory, you seem to have a sister?"

Wensti didn't understand: "I don't have an older sister either, I only have one daughter in my family."

Mycroft's fingers caressed the handle of the umbrella, and the arc of smile on his face narrowed: "There are no sisters... so the only person in Newman's private hospital can only be you."

He is already an experienced hunter, he knows that hunting is the most taboo to make the prey suspicious, and he must plant traps in the most unexpected places after the prey relaxes their vigilance.

Winsty had fallen into the trap, and in the dark hole she saw Mycroft take off his hunter's disguise.

Winsty confessed clearly: "That's me."

"Very honestly, then please explain what you did at Newman's Private Hospital."

"Would you believe me if I told the truth?"

"I'll judge the credibility of your words."

When Mycroft looked at her, Winsty thought of Sherlock. The two brothers had similar demeanors when they judged words, and they both used to lean forward slightly.

Wensti took a deep breath and said slowly: "There is another soul living in my body. We are fighting for the right to use this body. I lose, and the body belongs to it."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow when he heard this.

"Isn't it ridiculous?" Wen Sidi felt ridiculous when she said it. If she hadn't been a witness to the incident, she might not even be able to listen to the beginning.

"No," Mycroft shook his head. "On the contrary, it's very reasonable. I really didn't expect you to use split personality to explain it."

Winsty wanted to point out that she wasn't split personality, but that different souls were robbing her of the same body, but after thinking about it, there were multiple souls in one body, and Mycroft's understanding made sense.

"Although there are still some differences, you can understand it this way."

Mycroft leaned back: "But I don't believe that. You show no signs of schizophrenia at all."

"Actually, it's not a split personality..."

Mycroft changed the question: "What is your real purpose in approaching Sherlock?"

Winsty remembered that she had told Mycroft a reasonable reason when they first met.

Mycroft reminded Winsty before she was about to repeat the story of the first meeting: "Give up the story of love between men and women. If we believe this story, you think Sherlock will still live under the same roof as you." ?"

Wensti was startled: "Doesn't he believe it too?"

"Of course, he didn't believe it from the beginning."

Since he didn't believe it, why did he agree to rent the empty house to me?

Wensty's question was answered before she asked it, but she already got an answer in her heart—for further investigation.

It can only be so.

He saw through her from the very beginning, he didn't believe that she was an admirer of William Scott, but besides that, he couldn't find a reasonable reason for her to approach him, so he agreed to her moving into 221B for further investigation .

Wensty thought of those gray-blue eyes, under the original calm eyes, there was really such a turbulent undercurrent.

She was silent for a while.

"You don't want to say, but I have a bold guess."

Winsty didn't respond to him.

Mycroft was like an actor reading a monologue. He stood up and turned around the two sofas: "You and your family are actually the core members of the Freedom Gate organization. The reason why you are close to Sherlock is Because they want to get close to me through Sherlock, and get to know higher-level government secrets."

Mycroft's words got into Winsty's left ear and came out of her right ear unaltered.

It took a while for Winsty to respond.

She said lightly: "Your guess is really bold."

"But I think there is a basis for this. Otherwise, how would you explain the source of your family's wealth? A large amount of wealth from the organization poured into your family. As far as I know, no one in the Adams family has a job. Of course, you are the exception. "

"Did Sherlock tell you my family didn't work?" Winsty asked.

Mycroft smiled. "It doesn't matter."

This is very important.

Winsty looked at Mycroft stubbornly, hoping that he would answer directly.

"Since you don't want to face this question, let's go back to the previous question." Mycroft remained unmoved, "Talk about your special ability."

Winsty: "I want to see Sherlock."

Mycroft stood in front of her, looked her in the eyes, and said, "You are now officially considered a dangerous person, and Sherlock cannot see you until you have explained everything."

As soon as Mycroft finished speaking, the door of the room opened, and a tall curly-haired man they were all familiar with appeared at the door.

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