[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

After dealing with what the younger brother told Thewoman, after a busy week, McCoff finally returned to Pall Mall Street for a moment of peace.

He felt extremely tired. He was not ignorant about Francis' disappearance, about Adler's information, and even about the legendary Alexander.

This man is a giant of power in Southeast Europe, and his deputy Seleucus has cooperated with the British government several times.

Seleucus was an indescribable man.

And Alexander is the giant dragon entrenched in Ophelia.

In order to pursue the truth of Diana's death, Francis personally created an army under his nose.

Thinking of this, Mycroft couldn't help feeling gloomy.

He needs pudding, lots and lots of milk pudding.

McCoff opened the refrigerator. Before Francis left, Francis prepared a lot of puddings for him, including milk, egg, caramel, and plum pudding. They arranged them in order, and even thoughtfully put a small reminder to be careful of tooth decay in the middle.

There were also a few fondant cakes with roses and his favorite biscuits.

Now there is only one plum pudding left.

He took out the plum pudding, put it on the rectangular dining table, laid out the napkins and knives and forks, he pulled out the chair and didn't make a sound, good gentleman upbringing made him sit at the table, even facing himself My favorite food is also to eat slowly.

"Are you feeling lonely?"

As soon as Mycroft looked up, he saw the younger version of himself standing at the other end of the long table with a black umbrella and a hypocritical politician's smile on his face. The other party raised an eyebrow at him.

"I've already warned you, Mai, don't let Francis get any clues about Diana's death. What kind of ending are you expecting?"

Mycroft felt that the plum pudding in his mouth was choking on him, and he took a sip from the water glass next to him: "No one can stop her, you know. I hoped I could, but failed."

"Yes, of course." The 'Mai Koufu' in the thinking palace sat down, and he put the umbrella behind the chair, "You raised Francis by yourself, Mai, you are the person who understands her best in this world. Now, we Everyone knew Seth was Francis' target. She'd hold on to her prey like a hound."

Mycroft frowned. He didn't agree with himself in the Mind Palace to compare a woman, and a woman who was very special to him, to a hound. It was really rude.

"Don't worry about it, Mai." 'Mycroft' rested his elbows on the dining table, and his hands and fingers touched into a pyramid shape, "Haven't you noticed it yet, Mai? When something happened to Francis, you Always, uh...hesitating. What changed you, didn't you see it?"

"Ha, change?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

"I'm your subconscious mind, Mai. I'm the one who knows you best in the world." 'McCoff' raises an eyebrow, "I know what you did to Francis. And you know, it doesn't work. Interesting What's more, you use emotion to save her, and she uses emotion to numb you. Smart girl. Don't you ever wonder why Francis didn't contact?"

"She knows." Mycroft put down the knife and fork that had tortured the plum pudding.

"How would she know? Mai? Your feelings are real, and so are her feelings. She loves you, no matter what kind of emotion, she loves you. Now you need to think carefully."'Macrof' Wei Wei She raised her chin, "How would she know?"

Mycroft narrowed his eyes, and a stern light flashed in the green pupils: "Someone told her?"

"Who? Sherlock kept silent about it, not even Watson. So who told Francis?"

Mycroft folded the used napkin and placed it on his left hand side. He pursed his lips, and the expression on his face became cold: "Hannibal Lecter. Francis' psychiatrist."

"We all know that Hannibal is Baka on the map, and Francis is Alexander, and their relationship can be complicated."'Mycroft' raised his eyebrows with a somewhat playful look, "Alexander the Great, I don't think she is a bit pretentious Extraordinary?"

"There's no proof that Eric is Alexander," McCoff retorted to himself.

'Mycroft' looked at him and pointed to his cuff: "She's Alexander, you know. You don't think you forgot the owl. Speaking of which, the owl is pinned to your cuff. How interesting, the owl is Pala Si Athena's divine bird, I remember you gave her a divine crow dress with an Odin pattern on it. The divine crow is not exactly your favorite. It seems that she pinned her favorite on your cuff. Tsk, Francis is starting to have OCD reciprocating gifts for you, Mak."

Mycroft's cold fingertips caressed the same cold cufflinks, the pattern was frosted, its eyes were set with rubies, and its color was beautiful.

"Think about it from another angle, Mai. You taught her very well." 'Macrof' smirked, "who can compare with the Napoleon of crime? She didn't even count Sherlock. Although we all think Sherlock is a little idiot. However, I like her setting, Alexander, Barca, Caesar and Napoleon, this is bound to be a war, Mai."

'Mycroft' approached McCoff, those two pairs of identical eyes looked at each other, and he said earnestly: "All live end, all hearts broken (life will end, leaving only a broken heart), you don't think she is hiding it from you, no Only because of Hannibal Lecter. He may be special to Francis, but Francis believes in you more."

"Eric did something I wouldn't allow her to do." Mycroft's eyes were not as pale gray-green as Sherlock's. His eyes were deeper, like a bottomless ocean, occasionally refracting A heartbreaking light.

"I know you don't want her hands to get dirty, but killing is inevitable in war, Mai." 'Mycroft' voice was very soft, as if whispering, "You need to save your broken heart, Mai .”

"broken heart?"

"I'm your subconscious mind, Mai." 'Macrof' looked at him with a smile, "I only show up when you're bothered. I used to show up for Sherlock. Now, only your Alek has I will only show up when there is a problem. Whether in the past or now, the only thing that bothers you is always the emotion that contradicts reason."

"Have you ever thought that one day, you will lose her forever." 'Mycroft' left the memory palace of McCoff after saying these words, and he left because of McCoff's thinking.

"NO, I never thought about it." Mycroft muttered while sitting at the dining table, "What did you do, Eric?"

The ringing of the phone broke the silence on Pall Mall. It was Anthea calling.

"Boss, it's Mr. Holmes who sent the message back. He needs you to answer the phone." Anthea's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Mycroft narrowed his eyes: "Put on the phone."

"Yes, Boss."

"Dearbrother, do you have any news?" Mycroft asked. He heard the gasp of his younger brother on the other end of the phone, and he sat up straight. "What happened, Sherlock, answer me."

"I tracked down her whereabouts and was discovered by her. She and her men knocked me out. Oh, Mycroft, her fighting skills are really good." Sherlock coughed a few times on the other end of the phone.

The voice was wirelessly transmitted to Mycroft's ears, and the hoarseness made him frown uncontrollably.

"Where are you, Sherlock?"

"Rome." Sherlock coughed again, his gray-green eyes scanned the surroundings, and what he saw were bloody, bloody and messy corpses, "I think Seth's high-level executives met with the Alexander organization here. But what they didn't realize was that Alexander's purpose was to kill Seth."

Mycroft frowned. Just as he was about to say something, another voice came to mind on the phone: "In fact, we call this plan the St. Bartholomew Massacre①."

He recognized the voice.

"Seleucus."

"One of the wiser Mr. Holmes, I'm glad you remember my voice. I think we've only worked together once." Seleucus' voice was magnetic and youthful.

"Oh, thank you for your compliment." Even though the other party couldn't see, Mycroft had a politician's smirk on his face.

"Let's skip some daily greetings and let's get straight to the point, shall we, Mr. Holmes." Seleucus' voice came from there unhurriedly. He didn't speak fast like Sherlock, but Si Tiao calmly carried the arrogance of the Russians, "I know you are very confused now, and you desperately want to see the whole picture of the incident clearly, and also want to know, where is she?"

The "she" in Seleucus's mouth, of course, refers to the long-lost Princess Francis.

Mycroft's eyes sank slightly: "You weren't with her? She changed her plan and threw you away. Now I don't think you know her whereabouts."

"Yes, we are also looking for her." Seleucus's voice still did not fluctuate, "She is an extraordinary leader. If she avoids others, no one will be able to find her. All I know now is that she and Lecter The doctor is with him, Caesar of Seth has run away, and his highness is following up, with Doctor Lecter."

"Together?" Mycroft frowned, feeling a sense of displeasure in his heart. He licked his cavities and didn't like Seleucus' wording. "If it's just to track Seth, she's more than enough alone."

Seleucus on the other end of the phone was silent for a while and said: "Now I understand why you are hiding the existence of Seth from His Highness.

"Now, you'd better be patient, Mr. Holmes. I think I should begin with her coming to Munich a month ago..."

The author has something to say: ①St. Bartholomew Massacre: On the eve of August 1572, 8, important figures of the Huguenots gathered in Paris to celebrate the wedding of Henry, the leader of the Bourbon family.Guise, the son of the Duke of Guise, led the army to launch a surprise attack with the bells of the churches in Paris as the bell, killing more than 24 Huguenots, which triggered the massacre of St. Bartholomew. Therefore, this bloody night is known in history as "St. Bartholomew's Night", and the St. Bartholomew massacre came from this.Equivalent to the "Hongmen Banquet" in the East

I don't think it is possible to let the Mykoff in the thinking palace talk to the real Mykoff, otherwise I will rewrite Narcissus.