I have special killing skills

But Moriarty didn't answer right away, but tapped lightly on the armrest with his fingertips.He has a deal with Magneto, he provides security for Magneto, and Magneto provides power for him, which seems fair, but when Moriarty pushes Sherlock off the roof, the deal goes no longer holds true.

Mycroft would not stop hunting mutants, and he no longer had any news about the hunter Moran.

"By the way, do you know a woman named Fiona?" Moriarty tilted his head.

Loki didn't understand the meaning of Moriarty's question, but he still wouldn't hide the whereabouts of some insignificant people: "I disappeared, five days ago, or ran away from home, who knows."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised by Magneto's speed.However, as part of the transaction, Magneto has been completed, but he has not fulfilled his promise... Thinking of Eric's ambiguous methods, Moriarty tilted his head and said with a smile: "Little Rocky, I Thinking that if I stay here again, I might get a coin pierced through my skull tomorrow."

Loki glanced at him, but didn't answer. For the two days, Loki knew that he was being used, but because the process was interesting, Loki could generously forgive Little Jim's little furry thoughts, but it didn't Meaning he was willing to help Moriarty again.

Want to leave after offending the evil god?How can there be such a cheap thing.

Moriarty naturally understood what Loki meant, and he changed his posture, as if he was not talking about his own life or death, but an insignificant matter: "I am not grateful for your help, as a thank you Salute," Moriarty stood up suddenly, approached Loki, and quickly pressed his lips on Loki's cold cheek, Loki wanted to dodge, but Moriarty had already left , he smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "Just thanks, my Rocky Cookie, don't be so stingy."

Loki frowned stubbornly, looking at Mjolnir who was constantly glowing, his emerald eyes flashed fiercely.

Moriarty walked towards the door, he could feel that Loki had been motionless, but those eyes pierced him like swords.Moriarty, who didn't feel anything strange at all, smiled and tilted his head, looked back at Loki and said, "The next time we meet, King Porcelain, you little Loki, your wish has been fulfilled."

Loki snorted coldly, and was no longer willing to cast even the slightest glance. Until Moriarty left, Loki's brows did not untie.

He might need to think about how to explain to that idiot Thor that this was just a simple courtesy kiss.

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In the Diogenes club, Mycroft sat on the single sofa with his eyes half downcast, without saying a word.

He is the founder of this club, where no one is allowed to speak except in the reception room of strangers.The complete silence allowed his brain to function flexibly and provided a place where he could eat dessert without the supervision of the dentist and Anthea.

But now, Mycroft couldn't even eat a cookie.

He fiddled with his phone, which received a text message every 10 minutes.The letter was sent by Anthea who was waiting at the Barts Hospital. The girl stubbornly insisted on letting the BOSS who had been waiting for 24 hours go back to rest, but she still stood there.He would send Sherlock's status to Mycroft every 10 minutes. Although Anthea said that this would disturb Mycroft's rest, it was also Mycroft's insistence.

Seeing the words 'Still comatose' displayed on the screen, Mycroft pursed his lips, put palms together on his chin, and sorted out the huge changes that happened in just two days in his head.

That lunatic Moriarty would pull his younger brother to do some dangerous things, and Mycroft knew this, so he was ready to come up with a complete solution.Loki was a dangerous man, and Mycroft knew that, so he had surrounded Baker Street with surveillance cameras.

However, he never thought that Moran, who had always been loyal, would also learn to betray.

Closing his eyes, he still remembered the appearance of Sherlock when he rushed to the hospital.The little thing that was always fighting against him was lying on the bed, with a lot of strange tubes inserted into his body, even after cleaning, the wounds were still horrifying.His face was pale but peaceful, and Mycroft felt in a daze that he saw an angel again.

Angel, who hasn't appeared since Sherlock was five years old.

Sentimentality never applies to Sherlock Holmes, they are always sane and always sober.He comforted Dr. Watson, who was on the verge of collapse, and fooled Watson with the old-fashioned phrase "Your life also bears Sherlock's life, live well."He sent the best doctor to treat his younger brother, and the most elite troops protected the entire Barts Hospital. He did everything he could.

However, Mycroft was still restless, his palms were sweating, and his heart was beating fast. All the signs showed that he was nervous, sad, and panicked.

How ridiculous, a Sherlock Holmes has learned this.

Mycroft opened his eyes, looked at another 'still unconscious' speechless for a long time.But right away, he grabbed his phone again because he had received a message.

Information from Lestrade.

'Someone broke into your bedroom, he wounded a lot of people, I think you might need to come back and see. '

Mycroft had never told Lestrade about Sherlock's serious injury. He didn't want to hurt the heart of the good Inspector before everything was settled. That man who was always too kind was always too worried.But now, even after learning that his bedroom had been burglarized—ridiculous—Mycroft was still not ready to move.

He's old, and he's not losing weight, so it's not easy to move, is it?

"Did he take anything? - Mycroft"

'There is only one folder. '

"It's okay, rest well, Greg, if I remember correctly, you have to go to court tomorrow, and you have to face that tough Lawyer Rocky again, keep your strength dear. -Mycroft"

There was no further text message from Lestrade, and Mycroft thought the man might actually have gone back to sleep.He leaned back in his chair, thinking to himself.People who have the ability to break into his private house don't understand, and Moran is obviously one of them.The folder he took away should be the folder that recorded Moran's past experience, and even if Moran didn't come to get it, Mycroft would still give it to him.

Mycroft was kind, and even though the other party was a traitor, Mycroft was still generous enough to give him a parting gift.

Since Moran had already come to fetch it first, there was no need for Mycroft to bother.

It's just that he left his brother's life and death in doubt, and Mycroft was not willing to let it go like that.His Sherlock... Maybe it's time for him to teach him a long lesson, no matter which one.

Standing up, Mycroft left the hall.Everyone who passed smiled at him, and Mycroft responded with a deft smirk, distant and haughty.Walking to a small garden in front - this kind of place is a waste of money but has to be built - he looked at the lush greenery in front of him, took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and opened his mouth after the connection, with a low and pleasant voice : "Increase Moran's monitoring level and issue a hunting warrant."

'Boss, what about the specific charges? ' Anthea's voice was flat.

"Crime," Mycroft's voice paused, "collaboration with the enemy and treason."

☆、50·London Afternoon

Lestrade was a bit battered and short-tempered.

Today's confrontation with Loki in the court again obviously did not bring any benefit to Lestrade. Even if the evidence is conclusive and the process is clear this time, Loki has the ability to help the suspect retract his confession.Moreover, Lestrade also discovered that besides using the traditional method of bewitching judges and juries with various theories and fallacies, this silver tongue has now learned another new skill.

That is to use emotion to soften the suspect's motive for committing the crime.

This was a terrible omen, because when the pair of green eyes drooped slightly, Lestrade felt that the prisoner protected by Loki was so desperate.

But at this moment, Loki caught the handle, and then Lestrade was pressed hard until the adjournment.

The silver tongue with green eyes glanced at him when he left the court, and that glance contained all kinds of disdain, contempt, arrogance and other emotions, which made Lestrade completely lose his motivation.

Mr. Inspector, who had tasted the taste of failure again, was obviously furious. If Donovan hadn't pulled him, he would have lost control of his emotions and ran to that annoying green eye and punched him.Fortunately, Donovan held him back, otherwise Inspector Lestrade would have to consider a new job.

Kicking the wheels angrily, the good detective gritted his teeth and left alone. Donovan was worried but didn't dare to follow. He didn't feel relieved until he saw a small black car following Lestrade.

That man who always holds a black umbrella always has a way to make his boss happy, that's great.

Mycroft, whom Donovan attributed to "BOSS's pistachio", was not a gentleman at all this time. He opened the car door very brutally and stuffed the stunned Lestrade directly into the car, and then swaggered away. go.

"Mycroft!" Lestrade yelled, staring fiercely at the calm Mycroft.

Mycroft did hold the phone without any reaction, and looked out the window, completely indifferent.

Lestrade still wanted to speak, but when Mycroft handed over the phone, he took it with a sigh of relief, and his eyes widened instantly when he saw the picture on the screen clearly.

Sherlock was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes were open but out of focus, the bright red blood streaked across his pale cheeks, and the good doctor with golden brown hair was sitting paralyzed by the side, holding Sherlock's hand tightly and never wanting to let go open.Even if it's just static, this picture is really shocking.

Lestrade could feel his fingertips trembling, he wanted to stop, but obviously his body was out of his control.In the small compartment, he could even hear the sound of his heart beating violently.It took the young inspector a full minute to digest a certain piece of information, and another 10 minutes to force himself to accept it.

"In a few days, I will announce the news of Sherlock's death." Mycroft turned his head and looked at Lestrade, with no anger in his eyes, "It is estimated that it will be the time for the collective carnival of the London criminal group , Inspector, you need to work overtime."

Lestrade looked at Mycroft, and when he met his eyes, his lips suddenly tightened.Mycroft looked calm, but immediately closed his eyes tightly, as if he was too sad to talk deeply.

"Who did it?" Lestrade, who had long regarded Sherlock as his family, could hear how deep his voice was.

Mycroft didn't hide it: "Moriarty, he's dead."

Lestrade tightened his fist, loosened it, and finally punched the car door.Mycroft put his arms around the good Inspector lightly, and this time Lestrade didn't push him away.

Mycroft didn't speak all the way, and only slowly lowered the car window after sending Lestrade home: "I may have to work overtime recently, you..."

"I'm fine." Lestrade was a mature man, and he was considerate and kind enough.He tried to pull out a smile, but gave up before it was formed.

This is too difficult.

The first time Mycroft hadn't parted again, forcing a kiss, he was staring at Lestrade, with Sherlock's blue-green eyes looking calm and stagnant.The man sighed softly before the window came up again.

This small sound seemed to pierce Lestrade's heart.

The black car started up again, but Mycroft returned to his usual shrewdness, gently pressed the tip of his nose with a handkerchief, and was satisfied with his performance just now in his heart.He took out his mobile phone and looked at the text message Anthea had just sent.

'was awake. '

The corners of Mycroft's lips were curved, but there was an ecstasy that he didn't know, which made this originally shallow smile look a little ridiculous.

No one knew what deployment Mycroft had made, and no one knew what this man, who almost represented the supreme authority of the British government|government, would do if Sherlock couldn't open his eyes again.But luckily everything is fine, at least the option of destroying the world has been crossed out by Mycroft.

"Take care of him, and if there is an accident, I will allow you to take compulsory measures to keep him in the hospital. - Mycroft"

'Yes, BOSS. '

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Moriarty wrapped himself in thick clothes, gave up his favorite suit and windbreaker, and put a black hat on his head, and he seemed to be a different person immediately.

When Parker found Moriarty, he was sitting in an open-air cafe drinking a cup of hot coffee. His pale face was exposed from the thick scarf, and the heat of the coffee was smoking on his face. There were two blushes.Parker pretended nothing had happened, greeted his companion who was playing rock and roll with him, then walked over, asked the waiter for a glass of wine, and sat down across from Moriarty in some rascally manner.Moriarty looked at him, but saw that Parker made a fierce look on purpose, as if threatening him not to speak.

"Little Parker, you have such a good face, but you always do bad things. It's really a pity." Moriarty swayed the coffee in the cup, and spit out a little bit of steam when he spoke.

Parker crossed his legs and looked at Moriarty. His face was still arrogant, but his tone was unsteady: "Captain Moran is missing, and we can't find him, but I hacked into the transportation system. No trace of Captain Moran's entry and exit has been obtained, he should still be in London."

"You can't find him, don't need to work hard." Moriarty sighed, but he didn't mean to be sorry, but he looked relaxed, "My Sebastian is a qualified killer, he You may not know what you are proficient in, little Parker. Believe me, no one knows how to hide himself better than him."

Moreover, Moran now needs to find a place where no one is around to heal his injuries. When he reappears, it will be an absolutely sharp knife. Moriarty is eagerly waiting for that day.

Moriarty obviously no longer wanted to mention Moran, but asked, "Is the news of the death of the great detective true?"

Parker answered without the slightest hesitation this time: "No."

It made Moriarty actually smile, and honestly, he'd be happy whether Sherlock died or not.But obviously, Moriarty was even more excited that the big detective was still alive. After all, not everyone was lucky enough to find someone who could play games with him.

Continuing to drink coffee, Moriarty enjoyed the rare afternoon tranquility.For Moriarty, the past two days have not been easy. The stomach that has been spoiled by Moran is obviously not used to most of the dark British cuisine, and Moran's lazy body is in two days. There is also obvious incompatibility in the concealment.

I kind of miss you.Moriarty pursed his rosy mouth, feeling aggrieved.

"Boss, where are you going?" Parker broke the silence.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "I really want to tell you, my little Parker, but if I tell you that I am going to kill you, I will be reluctant."

Consulting criminals is bold, but not stupid. On the contrary, little Jim is a rare smart man.Without fulfilling his promise to Magneto, Little Jim is not willing to die by himself. Mycroft, who looks like a normal person in a suit and leather shoes, will completely tear off his hypocritical mask and become hideous whenever he encounters Sherlock. Terrible, poor little Jim is now beset by the enemy, and there seems to be no other way but to leave London.

But the dark emperor will never leave himself a way out, he can fabricate an identity for himself at any time and live again.Given the fact that one is already dead, the danger of this option is greatly reduced.

Stretching, Moriarty said lazily, "Take it as a vacation for myself. The weather in London is really bad. If you go out to take a few breaths of fresh air, you may live a few more years. As for Little Parker, you are here to help me keep an eye on those restless little guys, remember to record clearly~"

London's underground kingdom is not completely loyal. For those who have long thrown their rationality and morality to the horizon, Moriarty can give them benefits, so they will follow this person. Now Moriarty no longer It will not bring them any benefits, I am afraid that this building will collapse in an instant.

What Moriarty needs Parker to do is to tell him which little idiots still believe that he can perform miracles. For a long time isn't it?

Parker fixed Moriarty, without blinking his eyes: "Take me." His voice paused, "I can protect you."

Moriarty looked at him with his chin up, and a casual smile appeared on his handsome face: "Okay, little Parker, I know you are loyal, be good, and bring you something delicious when I come back."

"I really want to go, BOSS..." Parker was a little anxious, he didn't want his sincerity to be blocked from making jokes.

But Moriarty stretched out his hand directly and pinched Parker's chin.Even when the brown-haired man was sitting, he was still a head taller than Jim who was sitting across from him, but this kind of molesting movement made Parker not even frown, instead, he remained motionless and let the man's nails hurt. over him.Moriarty liked Parker's loyalty, and sometimes he would have a headache. He didn't tell the truth about some things, but it didn't mean he didn't know, but obviously, his little Parker didn't want to wait any longer.

Gently rubbing Parker's stubbled chin with his thumb, Moriarty looked at him and had to say that although Parker's head is not very good sometimes, he does have a pleasing face.But, after all, my Sebastian is still pretty.Moriarty tilted his head, and the corner of his mouth showed a cold arc.

"Parker, I like your loyalty, and I like your obedience," Moriarty exerted a little strength, and Parker frowned slightly. He felt his jaw was cut by this man, but he still didn't move. Riati's voice at the end was very rhythmic, "But if you fall in love with me, my dear little Parker, I will let you die in my hands."

Authors have something to say: Moriarty, Loki, Thranduil

These three people can completely organize a queen alliance, and the alliance song is "Carmen"——

Love is just a common thing, nothing unusual

A man is nothing more than a distraction, what's the big deal

What is love, what is meaning, it is not that everyone deceives themselves

What is insanity, what is obsession, it's just men and women playing a show

If you fall in love with me, you will find yourself in trouble

If I fall in love with you, you will die in my hands

↑ very suitable

☆、51·Sherlock's funeral

Parker didn't say a word, and the desolation was obvious on his handsome face.Moriarty kept smiling, but the coolness in his brown eyes showed that he was not lying.

It was accidental that Parker was brought out from Magneto. At that time, Moriarty's injuries were not completely healed. Parker would have left after sending him to London, but because Moriarty had just arrived in London, he was caught. In a case, the responsible little Parker did not return to the United States immediately, and this delay completely sold himself to Moriarty.

Moriarty didn't tell anyone that he was a mutant, and Moriarty strictly forbade him to use his ability.Parker is a kid who likes to be excited, but he also knows the seriousness and has never exposed it.In Moriarty's eyes, it was the best choice for Parker to stay in London and guard the huge dark empire.

However, he absolutely did not allow those strange feelings to affect Parker's head, after all, this big guy was not smart in the first place.

In the end, Parker nodded. The tall boy sat on the chair with his head downcast, making people look distressed for no reason.

Moriarty liked humans because they were always so emotional and exposed their weaknesses to him, but he hated them so much, he was as stupid as a goldfish.

But it was clear that little Parker's obedience made up for his lack of IQ, and Moriarty was satisfied to see that Parker promised him to stay in London instead of going somewhere unknown with Moriarty.Moriarty smiled and tilted his head. He could pretend that he didn't know Parker's little thought, but it's also a good choice to use this little thought when necessary.

Love will shape the original sin of betrayal, and it can also guarantee a person's loyalty until death.

Without staying any longer, Moriarty refused to follow Parker, and went to the cemetery in the suburbs alone.

Sherlock's death was dubbed "the fall of a liar's genius" by the famous gossip newspaper The Sun, which was a lovely title, but Moriarty found it awkward.He was a little curious about Mycroft's intention to hide his brother's still alive, so he decided to attend the great detective's funeral.

The date of the funeral is printed right on the newspaper, which is very easy to find.

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Originally, he thought that this operation would be dangerous, but when he arrived at the cemetery, Moriarty realized that his worries were unnecessary.

There were unexpectedly many people who came, and Moriarty found that the big detective actually had quite a few fans.Those young girls were crying together, covering their mouths for fear of disturbing Tranquility, they were crying so much, the black skirts on their bodies swayed slightly in the breeze.There are also many family members of former victims who came to the funeral with gratitude, but obviously not all of them, there are always people who say what they say in this world.

Humans have two eyes because one can see light and the other can see darkness.But when they met, what they saw was a shadow, which blinded most people's hearts, and blind obedience was deeply rooted in their bones.

Moriarty stood among the crowd wearing a black overcoat. He was not tall, and he was not noticed when he was wearing thick black-rimmed glasses.

Although he knew that the person buried in the grave would definitely not be a great detective, Moriarty still bowed his head obediently in silence, but those big eyes were wandering around restlessly.Lifting his eyes slightly, he looked at Watson standing in front of Sherlock's tombstone through the gap in the crowd. The good doctor put his hands inside his black jacket, lowered his head, expressionless.

But Moriarty saw his eyes. Unlike Moran's azure blue, Watson's eyes were not clear but gentle, but at this moment, there was no sadness at all.

In the absence of any evidence to clearly prove the fact that the great detective is still alive, Moriarty curled up his mouth and smiled, praised his judgment in his heart, and sighed secretly that even a good doctor can lie.

Maybe visit the big detective at the hospital.This thought just flashed through Moriarty's head and then he gave up. Without the help of Rocky Cookie, I'm afraid he would really die if he tried to die like this. Although Little Jim is crazy, he is not a fool. If there is no benefit, he will not do things that involve himself.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the good doctor take out his mobile phone from his pocket.Watson's face changed slightly, and he left the crowd calmly. Moriarty followed curiously.

Along the way, he carefully avoided the eyes of everyone. When someone looked at him, Moriarty would sigh a long time and act as if he couldn't control his grief. Naturally, he would win eyes of sympathy and understanding.He even passed by the famous Scotland Yard forensic doctor Anderson, and unexpectedly found that the young team doctor who was always fighting against the big detective had a painful expression on his face.

It seems that Sherlock is really charming, and he shoots indiscriminately regardless of gender or primer.

Carefully following Watson into the woods, Moriarty stood behind a big tree some distance away from Watson, and after ensuring that his position was in a blind spot, Moriarty clearly heard the voice of the good doctor coming .

"I'm Watson...Mycroft, you said you'd protect him...God, kidnap! How could you...I just want to know where Sherlock is!"

kidnapping?

Moriarty raised his eyebrows with great interest, how interesting, that great detective under Mycroft's hands will also be kidnapped?If Moriarty's predictions are correct, Mycroft may have dispatched all the excellent police forces in London. Although Moriarty always thought that the people in Scotland Yard were idiots, but for the people directly under the British government|government He never doubted the ability of an excellent policeman.

Looking at the back of Peanut leaving in a hurry, come on, he doesn't believe it, this kind of funny words can also deceive such a simple and good doctor as Little John.

A little bored, Moriarty walked outside the cemetery, but caught a glimpse of a figure as he passed the crowd.

Tall, with dazzling short golden hair, those blue eyes are clear and beautiful.He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, wrapping his strong and muscular body, without hiding his face.

How could Moran be here... Moriarty was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously took two steps forward, but stopped immediately.He quickly lowered his head, and walked away quickly without looking at the man again.But after walking away, Moriarty still looked back unconsciously.

The blond man was still standing there, looking at Sherlock's tombstone, silently saying nothing, not even casting a single glance at Moriarty.

Moriarty remembered what he had told Loki.

To win over a person's heart, weave a big net in the name of love.Trap that person firmly in it, and then he can be slaughtered by others.But Moriarty knew that the result would not only trap the opponent, but also trap himself.

Now, Moriarty gently touched his heart, the heart inside was beating so fast that it was almost impossible to breathe.

When the deceit and suspicion are shed, the purest emotion will slowly emerge, but it is precisely this emotion that is far from being a fetter that can influence Moriarty's actions.

He was too transparent and too subtle, but Moriarty didn't have time to wait for this kind of emotion to become thick and colorful.

Moriarty just looked at him silently, and finally turned his head and left.

My dear, Sebastian...

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Moriarty didn't delay, he took a taxi and rushed to the outskirts of London alone.There, a private jet is waiting for him, and clever little Jim can always find a way out.

His choice was that vast continent in the middle of the ocean, Australia.It is beautiful enough and sparsely populated. The complex political tendencies and mixed races ensure the feasibility of mixing in it, and the vast land completely leaves room for survival.Little Jim chose there as a vacation place, which is very good.

After getting out of the taxi, Little Jim paid the money, and after walking through a small forest alone, he saw a large grass field with a small plane parked on it.

A striking woman was flying the plane, and she looked at Moriarty with a friendly smile.Moriarty also smiled and walked over, touching her cheek with his own.

"Dear Irene, it's nice to see you again." Moriarty looked at the woman who had lost her fiery red lips, tilted her head, and her smile looked innocent and cute.

But apparently Irene would not be confused by little Jim's appearance, she let go of the hand wrapping around Moriarty's waist, even though her face without makeup was full of charm when she curled her lips and raised her eyebrows: "Dear Jim, I'm glad you remembered me, I thought you had forgotten me."

Moriarty didn't mind the teasing in Irene's mouth at all, and still smiled: "You know that I will trust you, although your encounter with the big detective was not very smooth..."

"Don't mention that, I was almost blinded by him and his good doctor." Irene sighed, obviously dissatisfied with the experience.

Moriarty also stopped talking considerately, and pointed to the plane with a smile: "If you are willing to take a vacation in Australia together after I deliver it, I would be very honored."

Irene twitched her mouth: "Obviously not, my beautiful Highness is still waiting for me to come back."

Moriarty didn't force it, shrugged, and walked onto the plane with the ladder.Excited to see Jim the kangaroo, he always has little kid favorites - like going to the zoo or something - but apparently God wasn't very kind to poor Jim, right here in Moriarty After stepping into the plane, he was sensitive to the fact that there was an uninvited passenger in the plane.

Without disturbing Irene, Moriarty walked in cautiously with the gun in his hand, and when he saw the curly-haired man sitting carelessly on the chair, he widened his eyes, then lowered his shoulders as if discouraged, and muttered in a low voice: "Haunted Sherlock, oh my Moran, I miss you so much."

☆、52·Fly to Australia

Sherlock, who was sitting there, didn't change color because of Moriarty's complaint. His expression was calm and composed, and his blue-green eyes looked at the scenery outside the plane without blinking.

Moriarty angrily put the pistol into his pocket, then strode over to Sherlock and sat down, staring at him: "If you don't want me to kick you down, tell me why you are here. This is My plane!"

Sherlock looked up at him with raised eyelids, and finally, said nothing.

When he woke up, he knew that he was in the hospital. The moment his brain recovered, Sherlock clearly observed the twelve guards guarding the door.In his ward, besides Watson who was sleeping soundly lying on the bed, Anthea was sitting in the corner with a beautiful and upright posture.The woman in the business suit saw him awake, gave a formulaic smile, and fiddled with her BlackBerry.

"You're calling Mycroft." Sherlock looked at her, his voice low, trying not to wake the good doctor.

Anthea's hands kept moving, but her mouth, which was painted with beautiful lipstick, said, "No, sir."

Sherlock looked at her face quietly for a few seconds: "You're lying."

Anthea smiled, this time her smile was more sincere: "Yes, sir."

The difficult Mycroft really needs a difficult assistant. Sherlock took a long breath and wanted to sit up with his body propped up, but found that every bone in his body seemed to be aching.Anthea stood up and went to