[Comprehensive British and American] The bear child of the detective's family

In fact, Mycroft's mission was not going smoothly. He was not a person who liked to take the initiative to attack. In order to lure out his traitors, he chose to wait quietly, waiting for his prey to slowly come out of the darkness.Finally, the Iceman Mycroft Holmes, known as the working machine, had a "mistake" and he was left alone in the temporary station.

In the eyes of the No. [-] agent Mark Eden, this is simply a gift from God. McCoff is like a piece of fat exposed in front of his eyes. As long as McCoff is kidnapped, he can get a lot of money. The money is enough for him to take his family to change a nationality.

It can only be said that this is a poor man who was deceived by McCoff's appearance. He has been an agent for two years, which happened to be the time when McCoff was trying to climb up. During this period, McCoff · Holmes seldom goes out to work, and even if he does, especially this kind of hands-on work, he does it secretly in the name of interviewing.So poor Mark Aiden was deceived. In his opinion, McCoff is just a boss who only has power and only uses his brains.

He shot, sneaked into McCoff's side and pointed the gun in his hand at McCoff's temple. He wanted to coerce McCoff to leave with him.

Who knew that person just sat there without changing his posture, and when the phone rang, he was still interested in reading the message, and he even replied to the unknown text message.

Mark Aiden's hands began to tremble, and he became extremely disturbed. He thought there must be an ambush inside.

So he failed, there was no ambush, only a Mycroft Holmes who he had misread, he looked at the gun pointing at himself and the Mycroft with a smirk and swallowed his saliva.

"You want to say why Holmes, who is sitting in the office, can play with guns?" Mycroft saw through him, and everything he wanted to say was written on his face. The man nodded slowly. He really wanted to know why, so he just watched Mycroft smiled even wider, "MI6 is extremely confidential, so it's normal for you as a novice not to know."

The man really wanted to refute that he was not a novice, but he couldn't say anything when the words came to his lips.

"My previous code name was Agent One, Ace."

Mycroft pulled the trigger. It is the most unforgivable thing for an agent to commit treason. The only thing that is fortunate is that their mission does not involve the security of the country, otherwise he would be hard to apologize for his death.Mycroft puts the gun down, Mark Eden's family will get money from the state, they won't tell his family that Mark Eden was secretly executed for treason, they'll fake a hero image to him.

"Boss, everything has been dealt with, and the witness has been brought back."

A tall white man appeared in McCoff's temporary office, as if he hadn't seen Mark Aiden's body. While McCoff was waiting for his prey, his subordinates were indeed doing other things. It's over, and their mission is almost coming to an end, and they are going to snatch back the witnesses who were accidentally released before.

"Very well, bring Mark Eden's ashes back to China, and you will return them to his family personally."

"Yes." The man hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, but I asked you to come here in person this time."

It's been a long time since McCoff has done anything, and they are all aware of this matter. This time, because of a mistake, the Big Boss was alarmed to finish it himself, which was caused by their lack of ability.

"So I don't want a next time."

McCoff picked up his black umbrella from the table, and left the room leisurely.The man looked at McCoff's back and bowed his head respectfully. This man deserves the respect and learning of all agents. Not only is he strategizing and clever, but the most important thing is that he was code-named NO.6 when he was working in MI1. The No.1 of the unit, but the No. [-] Kingsman of the entire organization.

"I can finally go back. I really don't like the weather here."

Mycroft propped up his little black umbrella, held his cell phone in one hand, and sent a text message.

It’s snowing somewhere in the world, it’s beautiful, and good night Greg. ——M Lestrade saw Mycroft's text message after putting Ruiwen to sleep again. He smiled and shook his head and said, Mr. Little Official, this is a secret mission, and he can't even say where it is. A certain corner... really a Mycroft way of saying it.

Finally, this new case found a breakthrough under Sherlock's inference. They found the identity of the victim and determined the time of his death, after numerous tests.

The man dressed as a puppet is named Zach Serves, a Belarusian who has only come to London to work in recent years. He is single and has no girlfriend. He lives in a rented house. He changed his normal status on June 6. He did not come to work, and the company made several phone calls but no one answered, so he was fired after a week. The landlord had reported the case before that in the name of rent arrears, so that the unaccompanied Zach Mr. Service was not found after his disappearance.

After determining the time of disappearance, the time of death is also roughly determined. It should have died around June 6, and the time of being abandoned was probably at the end of October. After checking again, Anderson can be sure that the deceased Zach Sur The amount of preservatives in Mr. Weiss's body is very large, and the polyurethane resin also insulates it from a large amount of humid air, so it was discarded at least four months after his death, and all the times coincided with the flow of the river.

Lestrade held the new report in his hand, and the sentence was still creepy, this case was so weird that the breakthrough made things even more complicated.

"Is there any clue about the dress worn by the deceased?"

There is a serial number on the gift, which may have been sewn on by the murderer himself, or he may have asked a tailor to make it. As long as it has passed through the hands of outsiders, there will be clues. In addition, no one will sell them in large quantities, and in theory it is easy to find them.

"Sorry boss, we can't find this clue. We have asked all the tailors in London, but no one has done it. We also put the breakthrough on the Internet, but unfortunately..."

Donovan didn't finish her sentence, and she knew that Lestrade would understand her.

"So it's possible that this dress...was made by the murderer himself?"

"Very likely."

Lestrade fell into thinking, and it didn't make sense. Hannibal said that the murderer was a perfectionist. Maybe he likes everything to be perfect, and the portrait doll is probably his favorite work. Think about it if he's a murderer and doesn't want others to make clothes for his dolls.

"It's even more difficult to check. By the way, have you found all the missing population information I want in the past few years?"

Donovan took out a portfolio from his back, a very thick one.

Lestrade looked at her with a disbelieving expression on his face. He pointed to the file on his desk and said, "Are you sure?"

"Boss, it looks like there are more missing people in London than we thought."

Speaking of which, Donovan was also taken aback when he first saw it. There are nearly [-] missing persons in it for at least the past two years. .Each department of Scotland Yard has its own work. To be honest, in a city with a high traffic flow like London, it is entirely possible for one or two people to disappear in a day without being found, because no one will care about every day in London. Isn't it just one person? Coupled with the indifference of the relevant personnel, it is thankful that the number of people has only reached four hundred.

"I don't remember where Zach Serves lives, there are no surveillance cameras?"

It is impossible for all four hundred people to be the victims involved in this incident. There must be some connection among them. The first thing Lestrade needs to investigate is the sudden disappearance and the absence of monitoring equipment near the residence.

Lestrade was overwhelmed by these missing persons. He chose to take these materials home for research. According to the screening method above, there were still about 230 people left among the [-] people. This is another big number.

Now the dining table in Lestrade's house is covered with improvised files, and Lestrade scratched his head. He can't figure out what is the same connection with the deceased Zach Servis among the more than 200 people.

Wait, Sherlock said that Zach Serves has a good figure, so fat people and people with disabilities can be eliminated.

This seems to reduce a part.

Lestrade looked at the file in front of him and sighed. Sherlock sat on the sofa angrily and ignored everyone. Just when he wanted to intervene, Lestrade kicked him off the table. Strade also threatened that if he intervened casually, Sherlock would never see any cases in the future.

"Dad, are you doing a census?"

Harry leaned over and stood next to Lestrade and asked in a low voice, Lestrade laughed twice, he is a person who will not let the emotions of work affect the family, so no matter how depressed he is now , he still smiled and said to Harry: "Oh, yes, a little investigation."

"Tsk, investigation?! I think you are looking for..."

"How about a game of chess, Sherlock?"

Sherlock was once again interrupted by Hannibal to say what he wanted to say. He had already opened his sarcasm, who knew it was broken, but Hannibal's chess attracted him. Something to pass the time.Sherlock waited for the return of Mycroft, Fatty Holmes, as long as his annoying brother came back, his drug rehabilitation could come to an end.

At that time Lestrade could no longer stop him.

"Where's the chessboard?"

Sherlock thought it was really a temporary idea, and he didn't even set up the chessboard and chess pieces.

Who knew that Hannibal tilted his head and nodded his brain, "It's all here."

"Thinking Palace?!"

"I prefer to call him the Memory Palace. As a condition for me to show you, don't bother Greg for the time being."

This is the third person Sherlock has seen who can use the Temple of Thought in his lifetime, the first two being Sherlock Holmes.

"Of course!"

Sherlock agreed without even thinking about it. Anyway, Lestrade wouldn't let him interfere, and even if he did, it wouldn't be of much use, so he was even more curious about Hannibal, who always surprised him.

High IQ is not a goldfish, high EQ, short-term protection, psychology master, memory palace.

These are the labels Sherlock can put on Hannibal.

"let's start."

"Remember our agreement, Sherlock."

Hannibal sat in his favorite seat in the office, across from Sherlock, the Sherlock he had imprinted in his brain.

"One step from the left soldier."

Hannibal, who was holding white, took the lead. He leaned forward and pushed his pawn a step forward. The first was to test.

What exactly Sherlock's memory hall looks like, just show it to him.

In a desolate suburban villa area, a villa was rarely lit, and a man was walking through the crowd humming the wedding march, holding a beautiful white wedding dress in Victorian style.Comparing his wedding dress with the blond girl lying on the ground, he nodded in satisfaction, and he stretched out a hand to gently brush over the girl's face.

"Darling, relax, you will be my most beautiful dancer with your friends."

The girl's eyes widened. In this room, the "crowd" standing in the hall of the villa is actually all dolls, and they are all made of... real people.

"Relax... honey... my perfect NO.17."

"Help me..."