[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

Hannibal disposed of the body, prepared to pretend it was a fire, and only realized something was wrong when he walked out of the room.

"Siss?" he called Francis' name, but no one answered him.

"Siss?!"

Hannibal sensed something was wrong, and immediately took out his mobile phone, checked the GPS he put on Francis, and found that she had left.

"Damn it." Hannibal couldn't help swearing. When he found out that Francis was in a bad mood, he put a GPS on her body, but he didn't expect it to come in handy.

At this time the door was kicked open, Attalus came in with Sherlock, he saw Hannibal, but not their Highness.

"Doctor Lecter. Where is Your Highness?"

Hannibal shook his head: "You're late, Attalus. She's gone."

"You know where she is. You're the therapist. Where's Francis."

Hannibal's maroon eyes looked at the curly-haired British detective behind Attalos: "You must be Mr. Holmes. I am going to chase her. Attalus, you stay here and deal with it. I will prepare all the tools for you. All right. Go after Siss with me."

Siss?

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and gave him a thoughtful look: "Of course. You put a tracker on her."

Luckily Francis didn't drive away, Hannibal said as he got into the car, "Yes, Siss is mentally ill. She's on the verge of breaking down. I thought your brother could save her, it seems." He also failed."

Sherlock sat in the back seat and was about to send a text message to his brother Mycroft. Hearing this, he texted and said, "Because you told Francis that McCoff used empathy therapy on her. You Suggesting that Mycroft use empathy therapy with Frances to divert her from her obsession with her mother by making Frances fall in love with Mycroft."

"Your brother will never succeed. Emotions are a complicated thing. Mr. Holmes, young. A white lie is still a lie."

"Not interested and boring."

Hannibal raised his eyebrows, he looked at the GPS on his phone and frowned: "She's going to the beach. Can you call your brother?"

"Usually I just text." Sherlock called Mycrof, who turned on the loudspeaker.

"What? Sherlock?"

"Dr. Wright looking for you. Borther, he put a GPS on Francis and is tracking her now."

Hannibal said to the person on the phone while driving: "Mr. Holmes, Siss told you anything about the sea, the seaside and so on."

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and he said: "Her dream. After her mother died, Eric kept having dreams about falling. Falling from the sky to the deep sea. She has been repeating this dream for 15 years, day after day. One day. She only told her friend Nolan Rose."

Hannibal laughed it off: "I can see that you have great powers, Mr. Holmes."

"Obviously." Sherlock interrupted.

"Recently, Eric's dream has changed. She told Nolan that she dreamed of Atlantis."

"Atlantis? Legend has it that it crashed into the Atlantic Ocean during the great flood." Hannibal frowned, "Siss's mental state was close to collapse, and the shadow Ford left on her was worse than I imagined. Well, I think you should get ready."

"What did Selene Caesar say to Eric?"

"Dianawas nothing. She killed Diana just to cover up that their target was Dodi. This was probably the last grass that broke the camel's back."

"Atlantis fell to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. She must have wanted to commit suicide by jumping into the sea, which is in line with the series of things she did before." Sherlock said, "Raise the car to the highest speed, and McCoff will deal with the Italian police. "

"Well, I hope you can stop her in time. I will fight with you right away."

As Mycroft hung up, another voice sounded beside him, sweet and young.

"Have you ever thought that one day, you will lose Her Royal Highness, Mr. Holmes?"

Mycroft turned his head to look at the redhead who asked the question and said nothing.

"My father's partner once said a word, when you find your bond in this world, you change and become better, and when this person is taken away from you, what will you become? ① "Charlotte Einstein was not afraid of Mycroft's icy expression and piercing eyes. "Have you ever made an assumption? One day you lose the love of your life, have you imagined the life without her?"

"I'm not going to lose her," Mycroft said.

Charlotte smiled, she no longer looked at Mycroft, she began to appreciate the scenery outside the window: "In the face of emotions, everyone is mortal, even Holmes is no exception. Do you remember Rudy Holmes said to you It’s about emotions. I remember he once said this to me. Unfortunately, he ended up smoking and overdosing and died.”

McCoff looked at Charlotte and was silent for a second: "You are the girl that Uncle Rudy adopted."

"Yes, he raised me for six months until he got in touch with my only cousin." Charlotte stroked her red hair. "With Her Highness Francis's cleverness, what are the chances that she will succeed in suicide?"

"She won't succeed."

"Do you know that you are avoiding problems again, Mr. Holmes. You should really think about why your transference therapy failed? You always hide your emotions so much that Francis thinks you are just trying to eliminate Diana's influence on her." , not to love her. You know what happens to all the psychiatrists who use transference therapy? They hypnotize their patients and erase all their memories of transference therapy. Then they become a normal person."

"I didn't intend to do that," Mycroft said after a moment of silence.

"No matter how smart she is, how different and how rational she is, don't forget, she is a woman. All women in the world are the same, whether they are smart or stupid, whether they are rational or emotional, when it comes to love, the passion fades at first , always with all kinds of doubts and anxiety." Charlotte wanted to roll her eyes, "Sure enough, Sherlock Holmes is not suitable to be a husband or boyfriend."

If it wasn't for the wrong timing, Anthea would have jumped up and hit her head on the roof of the car.

A true warrior dares to face the bleak life.

Although her boss as a politician is simply Jack Su in the romance world, but as a boyfriend...

Who wants this kind of boyfriend?

There was an awkward silence in the car until Mycroft's cell phone rang.

This is his private number, but now the caller ID is unknown.

Mycroft knew that it was Francis calling, but he had a worse premonition in his heart: "Hallo, Mycroft Holmes."

"It's me, sir." Francis' voice sounded calm, as calm as the eve of a storm.

"Eric. Where are you?" Mycroft sat up straight, with his hands on his knees, his tone as usual.

"Don't come looking for me, and don't let Sherlock come looking for me, sir. I'm just saying goodbye."

"Alik..." Mycroft was about to say something when Francis interrupted him.

"Let me finish, this is my last words. Please let me finish." Francis' voice mixed with the sea breeze reached his ears, "I have thought for a long time, if there are still people in this world who need to say goodbye , I think it must be you. The whole royal family will know the version on TV, and they will be heartbroken, but time will dilute everything...”

"You know it's fake, time won't make us forget it, the pain is still there, it's just that people become numb to the desperation and pain day in and day out. This is how ordinary people deal with pain. They just Ordinary people, Eric."

"I can't care that much, sir." Francis' breath on the other end of the phone became thicker, and after only a few seconds, her voice became calm again, "You really think I don't know about empathy."

"I can explain, Eric, it's not what you think it is..."

"Mycroft, please. I don't want to know...I don't want to know what happened. I know you contacted Nolan, Hannibal, and everyone around me just to ensure my safety. The truth is always cruel, and this is The reason why you don't want me to know the truth. Why is the world so cruel? My mother is just a tool for them to cover up the murder, Mycroft. She is my everything, my world. I can't go on, I have failed your trust gentlemen."

"No, Eric, you never will." Mycroft said, and Charlotte turned her head to look into his eyes. In the cold green eyes, it was like the first thaw of winter snow, and hidden under the rapids of the glacier appeared. emotion.

She suddenly understood that it was not that Holmes was not good at emotions, but that he hid his emotions deeper and did not give emotions easily.

"I killed her, and Marc Antonio." The voice on the other end of the phone faintly showed signs of collapse, and her sobbing voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Eric, they are a terrorist organization, and they have been on the MI6's kill list." Mycroft comforted Francis, but it didn't work at all.

"NO, Mycroft, I hope I don't feel anything but I... I let you down and I let Mommy down..."

"No, Eric, you will never let me down. I..."

"Stop it, sir. Never tell the truth to my loved ones."

"Eric, No."

"Goodbye, Mycroft..."

Charlotte saw that the calm and almost perfect man's face became terrifying, and he yelled at the phone without grace: "No... Eric... Ai..."

The phone was hung up, and Mycroft held the phone blankly. Charlotte had never seen such a confused and frightened expression on the Iceman's face.

"I can't imagine."

After an unknown amount of time, Charlotte heard Mycroft's deep voice.

"What?"

Lose the love of your life.

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①This is the opening monologue of the main character Uncle Li in S01E01 episode of POI.