[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"No impression? What is no impression. You had two close encounters with her." Sherlock looked a little irritable.

Francis frowned, her headache was about to burst, she swallowed, and tried to cooperate with Sherlock: "I can't remember her face, there is always something blocking it. She is a Caucasian, of medium build , black hair, eyes, green or blue eyes... Ouch, I think my mind is in a mess."

"It must be the aftereffect of hypnosis." Mycroft handed over a glass of warm milk, "Here, Eric, you need it."

"But I hate milk. Isn't there any juice?" Francis took the milk and complained, and she took a sip. "Ah, that assistant, Alice. I remember her."

"Alice?! Alice Charles. It sounds like a fake name." Sherlock said quickly, "She disappeared two days ago."

Francis nodded and saw the creamy flowers outside the window out of the corner of her eyes, and she sat up straight suddenly: "God. She's the florist."

"Jessica?" Sherlock had paid attention to the proprietress of the jewel flower shop because of McCoff's purchase of flowers, and he still had her number in his mobile phone.

Sherlock took out his mobile phone and dialed the number, and after beeping twice, he got through.

"I'm wondering when this number will be dialed again. It's earlier than I thought." The voice on the other end of the phone was very sweet, "You are more capable than I thought, Mr. Detective."

Sherlock is very good at compliments, he turned on the speakerphone and continued: "Well, it seems that I underestimated you."

"No one will pay attention, an ordinary flower shop proprietress. Darling. This is what I want. I hope Her Royal Highness has not suffered any harm. Every time she enters the consultant, I will give her a hint."

Sherlock looked at Francis immersed in recollection: "Actually, it worked. She hid the most important things before the psychotherapy."

"That Doctor Ford is more powerful than I imagined. For this reason, I can only withdraw from England." The voice on the other end of the phone was light and not lost because of the withdrawal from England, "Oh, tell Your Highness, this is to thank her for saving her life. my father."

"Your father?" Sherlock glanced at Francis, who was squinting, and she also looked puzzled.

"Well, this is my private matter. I am a private person. Oh, yes. I can give Her Royal Highness a hint. Caesar Leon. If she wants to pursue it. Goodbye, Mr. Detective."

Alice hung up the phone.

"Who is Caesarion?" Sherlock frowned.

Francis still had a splitting headache, she shook her head: "I don't know."

"What you need now is rest, Eric. Get some sleep. Then enjoy the party." Mycroft tucked Frances in and stroked her blond hair.

In a coffee shop in America.

A charming red-haired woman hung up her phone, looked at the two men in suits opposite her and smiled slightly: "Well, let's continue the conversation just now. Why don't you believe me? Don't you know my mother Annabelle, or didn't talk to her?" Have you ever slept?"

The man in the suit said to the man in the glasses suit, "Now, I'm starting to like your daughter, Finch."

Finch ignored him: "If Anna is pregnant, she will tell me."

The red-haired woman raised her eyebrows: "Tell you? Forgodsave, you told her a fake name, MyDad. Harold Charles, you know it's a fake name. My name is Charlotte Einstein .”

Charlotte is the feminine form of Charles.

Charlotte took out a photo from her pocket. It was a beautiful woman with red hair and gentle, holding a baby in her hand, who had just been born.

"This is St. Ana's Hospital in England. Where I was born, January 86, 1. When did you part, Harold?"

Finch's expression was obviously stunned: "July 85. Ohmygod, she was three months pregnant at that time. Where is your mother?"

"Finch, I don't think this is a good question." Reese said to his companion seeing Charlotte's face.

Charlotte stroked her long red hair: "When I was ten years old, Anna couldn't bear the same schizophrenia as my grandfather Edward. She committed suicide. Poorwoman. She was a perfect mother and taught me everything .”

"Anna is not going to kill herself. It's impossible. She's a strong woman."

"Scotland Yard judged her suicide." Charlotte looked at Finch without blinking. "I have no other evidence. However, I didn't come to you for my mother. I have a little trouble , had to stay away from England."

Charlotte tilted her head: "You can take my hair or something and do DNA. I don't care."

Finch nodded: "I will."

"Hmm. What's your partner's name? Dad."

"John Reaser. Nice to meet you, Miss Einstein."

"Oh, Niceguy."

英国

When Francis woke up in the middle of the night, she sat up in bed, touched her messy hair, felt very thirsty, and went to the living room to pour a glass of water.

She holds a water glass in one hand and her BlackBerry in the other.

She frowned and thought for a long time, and she made a call to Neil Calfary.

"Hallo, Beauty. Isn't it supposed to be midnight in London, England?"

"Hmm~ I hope I didn't disturb your date, Handsomeboy." Francis took a sip of water and felt his throat feel better. "Neil, do you know Caesarion?"

"Seriously? My dear princess. Don't you know Cleopatra's son Caesar?"

"Ptolemy XV, the last pharaoh of Egypt. The famous illegitimate son. What does Caesarion have to do with him? Ptolemy XV was only 17 years old when he died, but the private life of Egyptians has always been messy, Maybe Caesarion is his descendant?" Francis frowned.

"Oh, Comeon. Caesarion, meaning little Caesar. It refers to Ptolemy XV." Neil said on the other end of the phone, "Is this related to Seth?"

"Someone gave a clue, I think it is." Francis complained, "Why does everyone like riddles?"

Neil on the other end of the phone laughed a few times: "This is really strange, Seth is an organization, how could he have anything to do with a character who has been dead for more than 1000 years."

"Maybe this is the beginning of Seth, Caesarion, Ptolemy XV." Francis raised her eyebrows, and she drank the water in the glass, "Do you know how many unknown organizations there are in the world?"

"Totally clueless."

"How about your fake identity?"

Francis' words made Neil excited, and she could feel Neil winking at her from somewhere over the phone.

"Well, I'm an expert at this. You need my princesses, and I can give you a dozen. Can I have a kiss, I dreamed of that when I was a kid."

If Nolan was here at this time, he would definitely praise Neil as a true warrior and give him a push on his way to death.

Francis rolled his eyes towards the ceiling: "You don't need a dozen, ten are enough."

"Ten, you are really ready to do a big job." Neil exclaimed on the phone.

"Well, the enemy is very cunning. I have to be careful." Francis smiled. "If the boat capsized in the gutter, it would be international news. My brother is actively trying to restore the image of the royal family, so I think I'd better not add to the mess." .”

"Give me regards to your brother's hair. Married men will lose their hair more seriously."

"Leave his hair alone. Harry and I tease him a lot. I'll be in America next month. See you then, Neil."

Neil showed a wicked smile: "Remember to bring my kiss, Your Royal Highness."

The author has something to say: First, Neil may be killed.

Second, if the characterization of Charlotte is paired, who will it be, Riser?Sherlock?Rhett?or someone else?