[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

Successfully obtained Irene's mobile phone and cracked the password. Of course, the person who likes to hear about this is Mycroft.You must know that Irene has many people in her hands. Her network of contacts is spread all over the street of Whitehall (including the Parliament Building, 10 Downing Street, the Admiralty, the Ministry of the Interior, and the Foreign Office, etc.). There is nothing else that a woman can do. "It's great," he said sincerely, flipping through the data on the phone, "It seems that I can finally sleep a little bit of sleep, the first time in Christmas in recent years."

"It has been an honor to serve you," said Sherlock, sarcastically.He'd been standing by the window from the moment he walked in, as if the fact that he was in Mycroft's London flat made him even reluctant to touch a chair.

"But I think this place is enough to sleep peacefully." Sitting in the soft armchair, Wei Yang didn't care about his tone at all.In fact, the warmth of the roaring fire in the fireplace suddenly made him drowsy. "People actually use fireplaces these days," he said, stretching. "I always thought it was reduced to an ornament."

"You have to understand that some people always put on a show, and it seems that only the smell of pine wood can prove their taste." Sherlock immediately continued, "I'm really surprised that smoking is completely banned indoors in the UK, why hasn't this kind of open fire been banned yet? Perhaps this is also a small privilege of some people?"

"Smoking is banned because it will cause harm to other people." Wei Yang lazily reminded him that the sitting posture was even more unbearable, as if he could fall asleep immediately if he was given a footstool to support it. "Fireplaces are great too, if the ventilation is good." Much more than a radiator.

Sherlock really wanted to drag him up. "Are you that sleepy?"

"At midnight, it's snowing outside, and we're in a warm room, Sherlock." Wei Yang reminded him, "It would be even more wonderful to have a drink at this time." Then he suddenly seemed to remember something, "Oh No, I forgot that you are insulated from things like artistic conception."

While Sherlock was choosing between searching for what "Artistic Conception" is and rolling his eyes at Wei Yang, Mycroft briefly flipped through the phone information. "Can I assume that you already know what's in there?"

"If you mean the plane, I see it." Sherlock's attention was diverted.Because this is why Irene was targeted by the CIA—she took pictures of the British-American joint Bond project emails, in which details such as the aircraft model can be deduced, and the leak is undoubtedly a waste of previous efforts.But compared to this, he was more concerned about other aspects: "Don't tell me, this is a repeat of the Coventry plan?" There was obvious anger in his tone.

During World War II, the German Air Force bombed the British industrial city, Coventry is one of them.There is a saying that the Churchill authorities had cracked the German communication code before the German bombing and knew the whole plan.But in order to prevent the German army from changing the encryption method, no one took protective measures, so that the residents of Coventry suffered heavy casualties.

Now the situation is that terrorists planted bombs on the plane.For reasons similar to the Coventry Project, to protect intelligence sources, the British and American governments had to sacrifice the people on that plane.

Sherlock was insinuating that they were disregarding human rights for the greater good, and Mycroft knew that.He pursed his lips and tightened his jaw slightly, obviously not very willing to respond to this question.

In Sherlock's view, this is a kind of default. "Time goes by, but bad things remain." He sneered.If he had something in his hand now, he would have thrown it; but no, he wanted to leave immediately.But when he turned his head, he saw Wei Yang leaned in the chair with his eyes closed, as if he was really asleep.

Mycroft followed his gaze, and suddenly smiled. "Death flight." He looked at Sherlock again, "Replace all the passengers with dead people, this is the solution I came up with." His voice rose slightly, "What do you think?"

Sherlock froze for a moment.

"We worked with the Germans once before," Mycroft continued. "Is that enough of a reminder? Use your brains, Sherlock."

Sherlock thought of the man who died in England from Germany almost instantly.Then he realized that if he told Irene the content of the email and the latter passed it on, the preparations of the two countries would be in vain, and more invisible things would be lost.but……

He looked at the person whose eyes were still closed, and asked Mycroft with his eyes.Yang already knew?

What do you think?Mycroft raised an eyebrow at him, then began gesticulating.Let me tell you, he is much smarter than you, and knows what can and can't be touched.

Sherlock glared at him.Is this what you told him last time?After Erin escaped?

I didn't say it, and he obviously didn't want to know much.Mycroft glanced at the unmoving Wei Yang again.But I think he should have guessed something...

"It's not comfortable to sleep here," Sherlock said suddenly, "Come on, Yang, I'll leave the rest of the matter to Mycroft, let's go home."

Wei Yang yawned hazily. "You guys finished talking so soon?" He rubbed his eyes and stood up, "Then I'll go out and drive first."

Sherlock followed him, deliberately two steps behind.As soon as Wei Yang went out, he turned his head: "Delete certain photos, completely. You know what I'm talking about."

Mycroft looked at him, then looked away, and pulled out his phone. "But I guess, the original one is still in Moriarty's hands, and Irene and I got copies." This is basically certain, and he just put it in a relatively mild way.

"That's all deleted too!" Sherlock gritted his teeth a bit.Moriarty, he can always solve it!

"Okay." Mycroft agreed.After all, he got a very valuable thing today, compared to Sherlock's request is simply too simple.Then he shook the diamond-encrusted mobile phone, "Irene must have never expected such a day. Without the amulet, she will die soon."

"Admit the bet. If she dared to send her mobile phone, she must have prepared a corpse for it, so that others would think she was dead. As long as this is done beautifully, she can still get away." Sherlock said without blinking. answer him. "But I don't know when you became so sympathetic—if it was the other way around, I don't think she would be stingy about asking you."

"Of course." Mycroft nodded in agreement, thinking that it was a good thing his younger brother didn't care about anyone's life with him. "Be careful, this matter still has a period of time. During this period, they have enough time to check whether the news has been leaked." The "they" in this sentence obviously refers to the guy who planted the bomb on the plane.

Sherlock gave him a "you're talking crap" look, and strode out.

By the time we got back to Baker Street, the fireworks at zero o'clock had been let off, and the bells of the churches near and far had stopped.But to Wei Yang, it only meant one thing: "Finally I can sleep peacefully without interruption." He yawned again.

It was definitely not his fault. During the day, after working in the kitchen with Mrs. Hudson, after a few hours of partying in the evening, he felt that it was time for bed.As a result, thanks to Irene, he had to do some high-intensity mental work, and drove across half of London. At this time, his eyelids were fighting.

For the rare time that Sherlock failed to point out that it was the same word as Mycroft.Because he knew that Mycroft was right in one point - for Wei Yang, knowing more is not a good thing, and it is more likely to cause death.So, no matter whether Wei Yang fell asleep for real or not just now, he just takes it for real.But one code counts for one code, and he still wants to know something else: "How did you guess it? The password?"

"She was too obvious." Wei Yang knew he was going to ask this, "When I first met her, weren't you looking for that taxi driver all over London? She also knew about it, and she also used A rather smug tone tells me you're going to win."

Sherlock frowned slightly.

"At that time, she thought that I only had some money, so she couldn't help but say more." Wei Yang clarified, "Of course, there will be no more in the future."

Sherlock recalled his first impression of Wei Yang, and compared it with the current situation, he couldn't help agreeing with Moriarty's views on fickleness and fun.But since it was Wei Yang's own idea to buy 234 Baker Street, he felt that he probably underestimated the other party from the very beginning.

Anyway, Wei Yang is definitely not the playboy he showed.He might know a lot, but not use it—he could be Moriarty's brains if he wanted to; The blackmailer is small; but in fact, he does not need to use crime to mediate boredom like Moriarty, nor does he want to exchange people's submission for satisfaction-this is what his brother hinted to him.Wei Yang is so clever that he doesn't look like an ordinary person, but he himself is willing to be ordinary.

"So incomprehensible, so contradictory, and so interesting." This is Moriarty's judgment.When he said that, his expression was as if he saw a glittering golden crown within his reach.

Sherlock had no doubts that even if the crisis of Bond's plan leaking was successfully resolved this time, Moriarty would not be able to stop there.It’s fine for the other party to focus on his usual free government, intelligence groups, and terrorist organizations. If it is changed to a specific person...he has to say that the probability is really high, because he himself thinks this puzzle is interesting enough , let him immerse himself in it.

"...It's only one night, let's deal with it." While he was thinking, Wei Yang had already climbed up the compartment and threw himself into the soft quilt. "If you want to sleep, find a place by yourself." He closed his eyes and patted the bed next to him, his voice almost disappeared into a breathy sound in the end.

"Thanks, but I'll just have the sofa." Sherlock answered him, raising his voice.It was common for him to think all night, and there was one thing worth thinking about right now.Mycroft said he was trying to protect Wei Yang, which wasn't entirely wrong, because he couldn't see how Moriarty would simply forget about people and games he wasn't tired of.And if the opponent wants to attack, they must pinpoint Wei Yang's weakness, so as to take advantage of it.

But what is Wei Yang's weakness?It's not alcohol, it's not drugs, it's not pornographic.As the saying goes, if you don't want to be strong, he really doesn't want anything?