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

Not long after sitting down, Mycroft walked up to Sherlock with a half smile and blocked his figure.

He whispered: "You promised me that you would seriously consider your relationship with her."

That day, Sherlock came out of the hospital very late, and the car that took him to the Newman Private Hospital was waiting outside. This was Mycroft's order, and the car took Sherlock to see Mycroft.

Mycroft had just finished an hour-long cross-country phone call. He was leaning over the case, with documents piled up next to him.

Mycroft was only in his early thirties, and he had already made his mark in the turbulent political arena. Outsiders only saw him in a suit and leather shoes, young and old, dignified and dignified.What Sherlock opened the door to see was a single lamp illuminating his shadow, and the bright yellow light fell on his suit.

The light dazzled on the suit dazzled Sherlock's eyes. He was willing to have a peaceful talk with Mycroft. The conversation revolved around Wensty's purpose, behavior and threats. At the end, Sherlock promised Mycroft to seriously consider The relationship with Winsty is over.

Sherlock had clearly agreed, but still appeared at the door.

Facing Mycroft's questioning eyes, Sherlock's expression was indifferent: "I've thought about it seriously."

"The results of it?"

"As you wish, reason will assist my actions, and I will use reason to judge the nature of things."

Mycroft stared at him for a while, then the smile on his face became more sincere, and he held out his hand to Sherlock: "Welcome back."

Sherlock passed Mycroft's handshake and entered the room.

Wensty didn't know how long she had been in a coma. When she saw Sherlock again, he felt that he was very far away. He looked at her indifferently, as if she was an irrelevant stranger.

Mycroft closed the door.

Sherlock: "You can go out now."

"Me?" Wensty asked.

"Of course not you," Sherlock turned to Mycroft, "please leave room for me and Miss Adams."

Miss Adams, as she was called entirely by a stranger, Winsty's eyes dimmed, and she was stung by a woodpecker in her heart.

"My interrogation of her is not over yet."

"You have been grinding for an hour, eleven minutes and 37 seconds, and you drank a cup of black tea in the middle. Judging from the remaining black tea in your two cups, you both feel that the taste is not very good, but she will lie about the taste for the sake of politeness. Shang Jia, the reason you want this cup of tea is to observe her lying expression, so as to judge whether her next words are lies, but your current progress should be nothing, don’t ask me why I know, because she won’t talk to you To be honest, since she won't tell you the truth, your next interrogation is just wasting time, please go out now, and then close the door, I will interrogate her."

Sherlock spit out a series of words fluently, like a non-stop machine gun. After he finished speaking, there was silence in the room for more than ten seconds.

Mycroft stood behind the two of them, exactly in line with Wensty who was facing him, and Sherlock whose back was facing him. He looked at the back of Sherlock's head and asked, "How can you be sure that she will Shall I tell you the truth?"

Sherlock stared into Winsty's eyes, his face as cold as frost.

He replied: "At least I judge that she doesn't need a cup of black tea to tell a lie."

Wensty smiled slightly, with a hint of acridity in her smile. If he didn't believe her from the beginning, and had the purpose of investigating from the beginning, he must know her every move, every word, and every tone of voice. After all, he has 36 ways to judge the time when the ash goes out, let alone judge whether a living person is lying or not?

She still remembered that he once said: You can easily be seen through when you lie.

I'm afraid I have seen through her long ago, so I watched her perform like a clown with all her strength.

Sherlock sat opposite her, always confident and calm, like mountains, separated by a layer of mist, seeing that the road is so far away.

After a moment's consideration, Mycroft agreed to go out, leaving Sherlock and Winstie alone.However, before he went out and closed the door, he deliberately left a sentence: "A kind reminder, there is an elite guard outside."

Sherlock closed his eyes.

After Mycroft went out, the two of them didn't speak for a long time. Sherlock didn't ask Wensty a question, and both of them were silent. A heavy old man.

Wensty picked up the black tea on the table.

Sherlock: "Black tea tastes bad, you don't like it, why do you still drink it?"

The silence in the room was broken.

"Because of thirst," Wensty took a sip of black tea, suddenly remembered something, looked at the gold leaf on the cup, and said, "There are some things that you don't like, but you have to do it." Just like because of thirst, she doesn't like the taste of black tea Also drink.

How smooth it would be if life could be based on whether you like it or not, whether you like it or not.

Winsty put down his glass: "Mr. Holmes, just ask whatever you want."

Their relationship harkens back to the original "Mr. Holmes" and "Miss Adams".

Sherlock frowned when he heard her address.

He paused for a while, then said, "Do your shoulders and legs still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." It's no wonder it doesn't hurt.

As Sherlock said, he didn't need black tea to tell that Winsty was lying.

Sherlock's voice suddenly became louder: "Please tell me, why did you attack the rescue force at Newman's Private Hospital?"

"That was not my intention."

Sherlock stood up: "Then what is your original intention? Did you move to Baker Street to be close to Mycroft?"

"No."

"What's your relationship with Sisia?"

"Before she was an ordinary customer of mine, and then she became my kidnapper."

"you're lying."

Sherlock stood in front of Winsty, looking down at her.

Winsty: "..."

She smiled helplessly, she was telling the truth, it was fine if Mycroft didn't believe it, and Sherlock didn't believe it either, so she must admit that she moved to Baker Street to get close to Mycroft through Sherlock.

Sherlock knelt down beside her, took something out of his pocket and handed it to Wensty, telling her in a low voice, "Take me hostage."

He put a gun in her hand.

There is no surveillance system installed in the room, Mycroft has been standing outside the door, trying to hear the conversation inside, but the sound insulation effect is too good, even the words that Sherlock asked loudly are muffled. It is not clear what his specific words were.

Suddenly, there was a gunshot inside the house.

He rushed in with the guards stationed outside, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Wensty "holding" Sherlock - if the gun was aimed at Sherlock, it could barely be considered a hold-up.

Mycroft rolled his eyes unabashedly.

Sherlock glanced at the muzzle, then reached out and brought the muzzle to his temple.

Sherlock: "As you can see, I was held hostage by her."

Winsty: "As you can see, I held him hostage."

The guards aimed all their weapons at Wensty, and she was really a little panicked.

Mycroft spread his hands: "What are you going to do?"

"She wants to go out from here, and prepare a car with full gas within 5 minutes. There can't be any positioning equipment in the car, and throw your umbrella over." Sherlock, who was held hostage, logically replaced the hostage Report what you need.

Before Mycroft gave the order, the guards present did not dare to act rashly. After all, the life of the officer's younger brother was still in the hands of this woman, and a slight misfire could affect his future career.

Although... the Chief's younger brother doesn't look like he's being coerced.

"She can't even fire a gun," Mycroft looked at Wensty's hand, and then shifted his gaze to Wensty's body, "Shooting a gun is not as simple as in the movies, what can she do to you? "

Seen through by Mycroft, Winsty really couldn't shoot, and she guiltily avoided Mycroft's eyes.

"Of course she can shoot. It's not difficult to shoot. Press the bullet, load the bullet and release the safety, and raise her arm forcefully..." Sherlock explained the steps of shooting.

The guards didn't dare to show their anger. The behavior of the officer's younger brother is no different from that of the invigilator in the examination room. Not only did the invigilator not catch the students who cheated, but he also turned the book to the page with the correct answer.

Mycroft narrowed his eyes: "Sherlock, you promised me to think about her matter, is that how you think about it?"

"I have thought about it. I said that reason will assist my behavior. I will use reason to judge the essence of things. All my actions are based on calm thinking."

Sherlock replied that the true inner thoughts may often be contrary to rational choices, but his current decision is not only a true inner call, but also a rational thinking.

Mycroft stared at Sherlock, who had let his brother run amok.

"Throw your umbrella over here." Sherlock didn't avoid Mycroft's gaze, which was determined.

Mycroft threw the umbrella into Sherlock's hand, and five minutes later, Sherlock and Winsty got into a black sedan with a full tank of gas.

"Can you drive?" Sherlock asked as he watched Wensty go to the driver's seat.

"will not."

Wensti answered very frankly, she wouldn't, but shouldn't a hostage take the lead?

In the end, the hostage-taker sat in the co-pilot silently under the gaze of the hostage-taker.

Sherlock checked the inside of the car, but did not see any locator.

"I have my phone in my pocket," Sherlock said, "Take it out and turn it off, and take off your earrings."

Mycroft can always locate his mobile phone, and Winsty has his own positioning system on his earrings.

"Oh."

"Put Mycroft's umbrella open and put it behind."

"Oh."

"fasten your seatbelt."

"Oh."

Winsty obediently complied.

The moment Sherlock started the car, there was overwhelming gunshots from the rear. He stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom and walked through the streets of London calmly.

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