miss holmes vase

Wrapped in three or four layers of woolen blankets, the fireplace in the house was burning as hot as the afternoon sun in midsummer, but Pembassaf was still shivering with a cup of black tea.In the room where no one was talking, except for the sound of firewood in the fireplace, the only sound seemed to be the repeated knocking of Mrs. Pembasan's trembling upper and lower teeth.

Even though she just fell into the hot spring water just now, in this weather she was thrown in just wearing a thin pajamas, ignoring the fact that she almost didn't choke to death, and Mrs. Pembasa was also very cold in the snowstorm. light.

In addition to the victim, Mrs. Pembasa, who has not been slowed down, it is naturally Mycroft, the hero who saved the beauty.He was wrapped in a woolen blanket and sat by the fireplace. Although his body was still trembling, he still pulled himself together and looked at Mrs. Pembasa and asked, "What happened, can we tell now?"

"I've said it all, I, I, I... I don't know!" Mrs. Pembasa was shivering from the cold, and she couldn't speak well, but she still answered him angrily, her tone and demeanor were not very polite.But Mycroft, who has always been the most rigid and polite, didn't seem to care much, and didn't even frown.

Not to mention Sherlock, who is a brother and a detective, even Lestrade on the side can see that the relationship between Mycroft and Mrs. Pembasa is very unusual. Being able to talk to Mycroft so casually and with an attitude People who are so disdainful, probably only Mrs. Pembasa is left besides Sherlock.

"This is very important to me, Natasha!" Mycroft looked at Mrs. Pembasa anxiously and said, but Mrs. Pembasa just had a weird smile on her face, presumably because her facial muscles had not fully recovered from the cold , Now even making a mocking expression is very weird.

"Oh! It's Natasha now? Every time you saw me before, you always called me Mrs. Pembasa! Why? If you want me, come and get close... have you got close?"

Upon hearing this, Mycroft suddenly stood up from his chair and said impatiently: "For God's sake, don't talk to me about such useless nonsense anymore, this matter is very important to me, Ah Did you know that Xena was kidnapped? She is still missing, and then you... No matter who is next, there is not much time left for us, we don't have time to listen to your nonsense nonsense up.

So... tell me!In the end what happened?Tell as much as you know, starting with who you met today! "

Mycroft had an aggressive look on his face, and his tone was as strong as giving an order to Mrs. Pembasa, but there was a hint of sarcasm in the order.It is not an exaggeration to say that there is yin and yang.

Sherlock on the side seldom saw such a disgraceful Mycroft, let alone treat a woman, so he couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic towards Mrs. Pembasa for a moment.

He only comforted: "Pembasa, please don't worry, you are [-]% safe now, we just want to confirm what happened. It is best to find some clues, such as... something weird Poetry? Or a message written on the wall?"

Sherlock tried to ask carefully, but all he got was an angry curse.

"Writing on the wall? Who dares to write on my wall, I must throw him into the Thames to stink to death! Do you know who the designer of this house is? Do you know how much it cost to paint this wall?" Time and money?"

After hearing Sherlock's words, Mrs. Pembasa stood up in amazement and inspected the surrounding walls. It seemed that she had returned to normal when talking about the walls, and she babbled endlessly.

Listening to this completely irrelevant answer, Mycroft rested his forehead and sighed impatiently, and said helplessly, "Mrs. Pembasa, we are not interested in knowing how much you spent. Money is not what the lady lacks the most. Are you satisfied with that?"

Mrs. Pembasa just curled her lips, she didn't say anything at all, she just drank all the tea in the cup before calming down with a long sigh of relief.

She put the teacup on the low table beside her, then quickly retracted her arms into the wool blanket, and said just now: "Professor James, Ralph James! Only he came to me today, saying that he wanted to invite me I went to one of his lectures on classics, we were in the drawing room... just had a cup of tea, and then he left.

After that... I really don't remember anything, and when I woke up, I saw the three of you at the hot spring. "

"It's really him?" Lestrade blurted out and asked, he hadn't fully accepted in his heart that the passer-by, Professor James, whom Athena had tried so hard to find before at the concert Professor Artie.

Lestrade didn't understand why Athena knew about Moriarty. He even began to wonder whether Athena knew the true identity of Professor James. If she knew, maybe the concert that day was her intention What do you want to get out of contact with Professor James?

Lestrade was still puzzled here, and Sherlock and Mycroft, who was wrapped in a woolen blanket, started to walk towards the drawing room. Mycroft coughed slightly and hurriedly asked: " Where did he sit?"

Mrs. Pembasa stood up tremblingly. Just as she was about to move forward, she stepped on the corners of the several layers of woolen blankets on her body and almost tripped herself to death.Now it seemed that it would be a bit difficult to follow them to see it. In addition, I had choked a lot of water in the water before, and now the trachea was still very uncomfortable, so Mrs. Pembasa simply sat down again.

She looked at Mycroft in the distance and said: "Professor James is on the sofa in the living room, there should be nothing wrong! Could it be that he hid some shady things in my house? Mycroft ? Mike?"

Mrs. Pembasar was still calling, but Mycroft ignored them. Almost as soon as he and Sherlock entered the room and turned on the light, they saw a square-sized shadow on the lamp.Sherlock reached into the lampshade, and as expected, there was a familiar card caught between the lampshade and the light bulb.

No one would think that someone would hide something in the lampshade if the light was not turned on and there were no changes in light and shadow.

Thinking of this, Mycroft's complexion became even worse. In fact, Moriarty had calculated the distance from Baker Street to here from the very beginning, and calculated that they would come to this Levyhook Manor and even All the time in the Brumaire Wilderness, even including going into the water to rescue Mrs. Pembasa.

From the very beginning, Moriarty put the information clues in front of their eyes in the most blatant way, in order to laugh at himself and Sherlock, two idiots who claim to be masters of deductive reasoning, facing The information is blind during the day.

"She frolicked under the beech, and the bright sun reappeared in the morning light." Sherlock read it immediately, and he handed the card in his hand to Mycroft, saying: "And the card that Athena gave me before. Exactly the same, this cursive handwriting is also from Ralph Moriarty, that's right!"

Lestrade frowned slightly, looked at the poem in Mycroft's hand and asked, "Is this the second sentence? Is it the same decryption method as the first sentence?"

"She (she), Lock (RLock), also split my name Sherlock (sherlock) into two parts and hid them in the poem." Bi Xielock said with a mocking smile, "in order to make such a poem, there are The poems with my name are full of nonsense sentences. What does it mean to lock the dawn? Tsk tsk tsk..."

Mycroft was still sitting on the sofa with the card in his hand, and murmured: "This sentence is the same as the previous sentence. The last sentence used hunting to refer to Artemis, the goddess of hunting. A child, Apollo, the sun god, is you. Then it can be deduced from this... There is also a place implied in the poem. Where is it?"

Mycroft looked up at Sherlock, but Sherlock just shook his head, "I don't know, there is no definite place in this sentence or a place I should know!"

"Think about it!" Mycroft's tone was very serious. He looked at Sherlock and said word by word: "The person you want to save may be the same as Mrs. Pembasa just now. If we can't solve it in time If the mystery goes to rescue her, you should understand the consequences."

After hearing what Mycroft said, Sherlock said with an unkind expression, "I have to make a phone call!" After that, he turned and walked towards the phone in the corridor.

Mycroft turned his head to look at Sherlock's figure, and said indifferently: "Sherlock probably doesn't care about many people, and this call will have a result soon."

Lestrade looked at Mrs. Pembasa who was still talking to the maid across the corridor, and said, "So Mrs. Pembasa is also your concern... friend?"

Mycroft looked up at him, smiled slightly and said, "I know what you're thinking!"

After finishing this sentence, Mycroft stopped talking. How do you think this is only half a sentence, so what about the remaining half sentence?

Lestrade asked speechlessly: "So? Am I right or wrong? You clearly know that the Duke of Lancashire is forcing me and Mrs. Pembasa..."

However, Mycroft directly interrupted his complaint and said: "This matter is the Duke of Lancashire's wishful thinking from the beginning to the end. If you are not willing to be the party concerned, is the party opposite the party willing? The marriage between the two of you started from the very beginning. There will be no results. But you also know that your father and I still have a lot of contacts at work, so this trigger cannot be done by me, of course! It should not be done by Athena.

It's a pity that you are too impulsive. I warned you several times, but you just ignored what I said.If you bear it any longer, the fault now will not be on your father's side. "

After that, Mycroft glanced at Mrs. Pembasa in the distance, and said with a faint smile: "But it's not surprising that things have turned out like this. She is a woman smarter than a fox. She must have I can see that your feelings for Athena are extraordinary. Even if she didn't stir the flames, you would have to talk about it sooner or later."

"Instigating the flames? You mean Mrs. Pembasar instigating the flames? To me?" asked Lestrade, puzzled.

Mycroft chuckled lightly, shook his head and said, "How do you think your mother found Baker Street? Taking advantage of the rumors of these women in the upper class has always been her best skill. Her notorious name is She concocted it herself, doesn't everyone believe it now?"

After finishing speaking, Mycroft threw the woolen blanket aside, coughed a few times, stood up and said with a sigh: "You and Athena, these two innocent little birds, seem to be a perfect match. .”

Mycroft skipped Lestrade, who was still in a state of confusion, and went straight to Sherlock. He looked at Sherlock's anxious look of pursing his lips and said nothing, and asked, "No one answered? That... Irene Adler, she..."

"No! It's him, it's Watson!"

The author has something to say: Sherlock is extremely mocking: "In order to make such a poem with my name hidden, all the nonsense sentences are written. What does it mean to lock the morning light? Tsk tsk tsk..."

作者君二傻子小狂表示：“对不起！是我无能！是我狗屁不通，这个锅还是我来背吧！就不劳烦莫里亚蒂老师了。”感谢在2020-08-0322:37:58~2020-08-0422:22:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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