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Mycroft, who was late, looked at the wall for several minutes and still didn't say a word. Now it seems that among the three people who are close to Athena in this room, only Mycroft is unusually calm.

"How?" Lestrade asked anxiously.

Mycroft didn't answer him, he just took out his pocket watch from his vest and looked at it, then raised his head and said with determination: "We don't have much time, let's go now!"

Sherlock followed in Mycroft's footsteps and asked, "Where are you going? Is this message for you?"

"That's right!" Mycroft said as he put on the fedora hat on his head, and said, "There is a field not far from Levyhook Manor. Occasionally, people will have a bonfire party on it, and I was in college. I attended it once for some reason, and the name of that party was 'Brumaire Party'."

Having said that, Mycroft opened the door directly, lowered the brim of his hat and quickly got into the car. Lestrade and Sherlock who followed closely behind him were shrunk by a gust of cold wind before they got out of the door. .

Lestrade narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt better only after getting into the carriage.Sherlock on the side tied the scarf around his neck tightly before asking Mycroft.

"You monster of a Diogenes club lover is notoriously not going out, not social. You only go to work-related parties on weekdays. When you were in college...how did you go? To that kind of party?"

After Sherlock finished speaking, Lestrade also asked: "Yes! Besides, Levyhoek Manor belongs to Mrs. Pembasa's father. How come you are familiar with Mrs. Pembasa's family?"

Mycroft pursed his lips, looked at the two people with puzzled eyes, and only explained perfunctorily: "It's just a ceremony for joining the brotherhood."

Lestrade nodded slightly. He graduated from the same university as Mycroft. Even if he had never participated in the fraternity that Mycroft mentioned, he had heard a lot of rumors about the fraternity in college.

The so-called fraternity is of course not a student union or a mutual aid group in the traditional sense. To become a member of a fraternity like Cambridge or Oxford University, you need not only good grades at school and a solid family background To support the membership dues of the fraternity, it is even more important to see one's background.

Although Mycroft is not a son of an honorable family, he was born in a country gentry family. In the past few generations, his father and son and brothers have all studied in the same public schools and universities. Because of the relationship between the parents, they will not be too harsh on Mycroft must be of noble birth.In addition, with Mycroft's IQ, even in a prestigious school like Cambridge, he must have been an outstanding figure at that time.

And although Lestrade, who also went to Cambridge, not only has an unspeakable illegitimate child status, but also his studies are very average, not to mention the bottom of the list every time, but he is barely able to complete his studies.Therefore, no matter in terms of status or personal performance, Lestrade did not have any chance to join the Brotherhood.

As for Sherlock, who was also from the Holmes family, his IQ was second only to his elder brother Mycroft, so he naturally had the opportunity to join the brotherhood.But he obviously has no interest in being in the social circle of those rich kids with power and connections.And this is also the topic he often uses to criticize Mycroft. In order to work better, such communication, which is annoying and annoying to Mycroft, has almost become one of his necessary work activities.

"Why did Ralph leave you a message with this matter?" Sherlock frowned and asked, "Is there anything strange or special about this Brumaire party?"

Mycroft looked out of the window silently and seemed not ready to answer Sherlock's question. In fact, he really had no confidence in his heart, and compared to the Brumaire Party itself, he cared more about Ralph Moriah. How did Dee know about this.

The carriage bumped all the way to the Levi Hook Manor. Although the weather was colder than before, even though the sun was gradually setting, there were even fine snowflakes.

Mycroft quickly got out of the car with his cane in hand. If he hadn't pressed his hand on the fedora hat, the hat would have been blown away by the cold wind in the wilderness.

The location of Levyhoek Manor is very remote, and the place where they got off the car is in a wilderness with very few trees, so the wind here is far stronger than that in downtown London.

Almost from the moment he got off the carriage, Mycroft's ears were filled with the sound of the cold wind "wheezing".

In order for Sherlock and Lestrade to hear him, Mycroft had to shout, "This is it!"

"Where? There's nothing here, Mycroft!" Sherlock looked at the empty surroundings. The cold wind and snowflakes were blowing so hard that people couldn't even open their eyes. There were only a few trees in the distance. Empty tree trunks without leaves, nothing else living here.

There is only dry grass on the ground, and the place in sight is barren and unreachable. Even within a few minutes, the whole wasteland has been covered by snow.

What exactly are they looking for?What exactly did Moriarty want them to look for?

Mycroft looked around aimlessly, and the anxiety in his heart gradually accumulated as time went by. If Athena would be here, then with her thin body, she wouldn't be able to last long in such an environment.

But where is she?

"Mycroft, are you sure it's here? There's nothing here!" Lestrade shouted loudly, but as soon as the voice came out, it seemed to be blown to pieces by the fierce cold wind immediately, that feeling of powerlessness Almost ready to come out.

Time passed by little by little, but the snowflakes kept falling. Coupled with the more rapid cold wind, it seemed that a snowstorm was about to come.The worse the situation is, the less and less time is left for them.

"I hunted in the wilderness, and the moon and fog covered the fields. I hunted in the wilderness, and the moon and fog covered the fields." Mycroft kept repeating this poem.

Sherlock only squinted at the muttering Mycroft, and asked loudly, "Mycroft! What are you talking about?"

"Cover! Cover! I know where it is! Come with me!" Mycroft ran towards the dead trees after replying. Sherlock and Lestrade didn't hear what he was saying clearly. But seeing that he had chosen the direction so decisively, there was no other way but to catch up.

Running along the wind, the cold wind hurt like a knife cutting his face, but Mycroft ran without hesitation, and even took off the hat on his head.

"Here! Here!" Mycroft murmured to himself, and when he ran to the dead trees, he threw the cane aside, followed by scarves, coats, leather shoes...

Lestrade, who was still behind him, saw this scene and subconsciously shouted, "Mycroft, are you crazy? What kind of weather is this? What are you doing?"

The dead tree in the distance was on a slope, so Lestrade and Sherlock, who were running towards the dead tree, couldn't see what was behind the dead tree.But the white mist visible to the naked eye is slowly rising. The closer you get, the more you feel the fog barrier is huge.

Mycroft did not even turn his head to the shouts of Lestrade and Sherlock, let alone pause to explain why he, in sub-zero temperatures and in the growing snowstorm, Take off all the coats that maintain the body temperature.

Until Lestrade and Sherlock ran to the tree, but before they had time to speak, Mycroft, who was stripped to only his shirt and trousers, suddenly jumped down from the dead tree.

"Mycroft!" Lestrade shouted, but Sherlock only took two steps forward and suddenly laughed, looking back at Lestrade and saying, "Stop shouting, look!"

The "plop" sound of the heavy object being sucked into the water, and the splash of water almost drowned Sherlock's voice, and Lestrade moved forward in a daze.

Under the dead tree was a "small pond" slightly larger than a puddle, and this "small pond" was also the source of the fog barrier they saw in the distance.

Sherlock walked down the slope slowly, the oncoming heat almost allowed him to judge where this place was, but he still stretched out his hand to feel the temperature in the water, stood up and said: "This is A piece of hot spring, no matter who is under it, the water temperature will not freeze to death."

"Hot spring?" Lestrade frowned slightly, looking at the white mist in front of him, he suddenly realized that it was the mist produced by the temperature difference between the water temperature of the hot spring and the surrounding air-conditioning.

Sherlock looked at the calm water and called out, "Mycroft, what do you see underwater?"

There was no answer in the silent voice. If they hadn't seen Mycroft jump into the water with their own eyes just now, they wouldn't even believe that there were people underwater.

"I found her!" Mycroft's sudden voice broke the silence around him, and Lestrade quickly picked up the coat that Mycroft had just taken off and walked over, asking anxiously: "Athena Is she okay?"

Mycroft was carrying a woman wearing a black silk nightgown with one hand. Lestrade was about to go into the water to take it, but Sherlock stopped him and whispered: "This is not Athena, Athena's body The type is thinner than this woman."

"Not Athena?" Lestrade looked at Sherlock and said in a daze, "Who is that?"

Mycroft, who walked towards the two of them stepping on the hot spring water, reached out and brushed the wet hair on his forehead back, and said out of breath, "It's Mrs. Pembasa!"

"How could it be Mrs. Pembasa? Does this matter have anything to do with Mrs. Pembasa?" Although Lestrade still questioned, he still covered Mrs. Pembasa's thin body with the coat in his hand. body.

Mycroft laid Mrs. Pembasa flat on the ground, looked up at Lestrade and said calmly: "It has nothing to do with her, but she has something to do with me. This is what Moriarty wants to see !” As he spoke, he turned slightly to look at Sherlock.

"And the next one is you! Or someone related to you!"