[Zhongyingmei] A cookie that moves around

When Eva opened the little black car, a woman with crooked eyebrows on the right seat smiled at her, "Miss Kent, please come up."

A few minutes later, a small black car drove into the traffic without a trace and headed for the same destination as Eva's.

Eva sat in the car and looked at London at night. Apart from saying hello at the beginning, she had no intention of talking to the women around her.

She didn't like McCoff's behavior very much, but Eva suddenly understood after thinking about what happened today.

John said that Sherlock's brother is an official of the British government. If this is the case, then what happened today seems to be known to him.

If found... then Bruce Wayne was also found.

Eva leaned against the window and sighed, anticipating a difficult conversation ahead.

If Mycroft Holmes is really a manipulative official like John said... and a "brother" who is "more than" a little manipulative as Sherlock said.

In fact, the direction the little black car was driving became more and more familiar. When it stopped, Eva looked at the familiar black gate in front of her in surprise——221B.

She turned to look at the little black car behind her, and found the beautiful black-haired woman smiling at her, "Goodbye."

The door was closed, but the little black car was still parked there.

Eva turned around and looked at 221B, two thoughts crossed her mind.

—Sherlock and John are definitely not here now.

—Mycroft Holmes was waiting for her up there.

Eva took out the key specially assigned to her by Mrs. Hudson. After opening the door, she found that the downstairs was pitch black, while the warm light on the second floor was like sunlight, which was even more eye-catching.

Eva clapped her hands subconsciously, feeling that the weather today is really cold, especially after the not-so-good accident just now, she really wanted to rest.

"Mr. Holmes, can we get this over with quickly? I think I might have to take a hot bath."

When Eva looked at the middle-aged man standing in the living room of 221B, she first coughed a few times, feeling that a cold was coming.

After the man turned around, he noticed the expensive three-piece suit on his body.

Exuding a straight and icy breath.

"Eva, nice to meet you."

The eldest son of Holmes said so, showing a seemingly gentle smile.

"I might not be very happy to see you." Eva was rarely so direct.

She was deeply wary of this man, and after meeting her, it was an almost instinctive vigilance.

Out of so many people since Eva woke up, Mycroft was the only one who gave her this feeling.

"Don't worry, we just have a few small problems to solve, please sit down." Mycroft acted like the owner of the room, and politely asked Eva to sit behind him. Among the sofa chairs and couch, Eva Sofa chairs were naturally chosen.

Mycroft sat down across from her, with an air of grace.

For the same graceful movement, Professor Charles made it with gentleness, while McCoff made it with arrogance.

"You came to Sherlock, and the next day he experienced an unexpected knife fight, but today you experienced an explosion, the whole street."

"More than half an hour later, you reappeared from where you came out an hour ago, and there is also a... mission objective? Bruce Wayne, indeed a good candidate. Tell me, Eva, this is a coincidence ?"

Mycroft's little black umbrella was parked by the sofa, flipping a booklet casually in his hand, as if something interesting was recorded on it, then he closed it and put it in his arms, put his hands together on his knees, and waited with a smile Eva's answer.

That gave Eva a malevolent vibe.

"You know there's not much I can tell you, right?"

Eva rubbed between her brows wearily, her body almost sank into the sofa chair, she looked much smaller than the opposite Mycroft.

"Very few people would say that." Mycroft raised his eyebrows.

"First of all, the first thing I didn't know before I came here was that the John the professor said was Dr. John from Sherlock Holmes. This matter and the second thing you asked have nothing to do with me. Why should I hurt them? Two people?"

"Second, I did go into that street and come out of the video store for the second time, with Bruce Wayne."

Eva answered as honestly as possible.

"No more?" The man opposite expressed his surprise with a short sentence.

"of course."

"Eva, have you noticed that you look like a soldier when facing me?" McCoff said pointedly, "As far as I know, your adoptive mother is an ordinary person, your brother is a reporter, and You are just a student."

"That means you're a normal person? I don't think so."

"Maybe if I'm a bit talented?" Eva rubbed her wrist, realizing that this was the second time such a conversation had happened, and the first time it happened when she revealed her identity.

"No, it's not a talent, it's a habit." Mycroft showed that fake cold smile again and stood up at the same time.

Habit is a terrible force.

"I wish you a wonderful holiday. I think the plane three days later is a good choice. It was a rare sunny day in London."

"Goodbye."

Eva looked down at her hands, listening to the soft slam of the door downstairs.

The fingers are white and tender, and under the light of the fireplace, the fingertips appear somewhat transparent.

Mycroft... Mycroft hit on some of Eva's problems, problems that have existed for a long time, but she ignored.

Eva sighed and leaned back on the sofa chair, the mottled flames swayed and danced on the girl's petite body, the fiery red color dyed her blush and drove away the cold.

Sure enough, they are brothers.

Eva went back downstairs. After taking a hot bath, she hid under the blanket and turned on her laptop, staring at the forum icon in the middle of the screen in a daze.

She remembered when the explosion happened today... Eva never knew that there was a time when she was so straightforward, she ran around with a rich man the whole time, and finally... threatened him?

Half an hour later, Eva turned off the computer and planned to go to bed early.

Even if Mycroft is right, even if Eva really realizes that there is something wrong with her, it will have to wait until she returns to the United States.

The next day, Eva got up to the sound of Sherlock's growling. She lay on the door frame in her nightgown, yawned and saw that Mrs. Hudson had prepared breakfast for her, "Eva, good morning."

"Good morning, Mrs. Hudson."

Eva scrambled to the sofa, leaned on the back of the chair dimly, feeling like she hadn't slept enough, "What's wrong with Sherlock?"

Following another violent sound, Doctor John's voice sounded, forcefully suppressing the unstable factor just now.

"They only came back two mornings, and they don't know where they are going." Mrs. Hudson said, "Maybe it's McCaw who came, every time only his brother came, he would be so angry..."

Before Mrs. Hudson finished speaking, someone came down the stairs, and Sherlock rushed into the living room like the wind, "Miss Kent, who did you talk to last night?"

Eva tilted her head and shrank her hands into her clothes. The weather is really too cold, "Your brother."

"Fatty!" Sherlock held a note and threw it viciously into the fireplace. John rushed over behind him. He was relieved to see that Sherlock was still calm.

"Eva." John became happy when he saw Eva curled up on the sofa, "How about the doctor?"

"It's still the same. It seems that there is nothing to do in the UK. In fact, I plan to say goodbye to you today. I bought a plane ticket two days later." Eva smiled gently, the little dimple on her mouth was heart-warming. soft.

"I'm sorry, I..." John's face changed slightly, looking a little annoyed.

Eva looked at the doctor's short blond hair and couldn't help but smile. "It's just a matter of luck. I have no choice but to continue. It won't endanger my life anyway. Just be more cautious."

John felt a little uncomfortable for no reason, and no one needed to live cautiously when she was the most lively teenager.

Two days later, John sent Eva through the security check, and Eva waved to him. After buying souvenirs, the heavier suitcases had already been checked in, and Eva, who was carrying a bag alone, felt a lot easier.

Just as she was about to board the plane along the queue.

"Hi Eva."

A familiar Zhang Yang's magnetic voice came from behind, making Eva subconsciously turn her head back.