[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"My daughter, Frances, grew up a very quiet and well-behaved child, unlike her two mischievous older brothers. She never asked, 'Papa, do I make you proud?'. Her mother and I never thought However, one day she will become a Nobel Prize winner. In the expectations of her mother and I, we only hope that she will grow up safely. But she is an independent, strong and confident girl. I never told her, How proud she is, and if her mother was still alive, I'm sure she would be proud of Frances..."

Francis held the Nobel Prize medal in her hand and watched Charles' father in a suit give a speech on TV, while Brian lay obediently on her lap.

"I think Papa is really good at speaking. It's touching. What do you think, Mycroft?"

Now she is used to calling his name.

Mycroft, who was about to go to work, came over with a tie: "Of course, remember that he is the future king."

Brian jumped off the sofa and hid in the den that Mycroft had placed for her. It firmly rejected the two owners' cat abuse.

Francis took the tie, half-kneeled on the sofa, and tied the Windsor knot while saying: "In my eyes, he is just my dad."

She deftly twirled her fingers in the tie and tied a beautiful Windsor knot. She smoothed out the non-existent folds of the tie and kissed him on the lips: "How are you going to spend Christmas?"

"With parents, and Sherlock too. Want to be together?" Mycroft deepened the kiss, the tip of his nose rubbed against each other, and his deep eyes looked at the pair of azure blue.

"Are you inviting me, Mycroft?" Francis raised his lips slightly and looked at McCoff.

"Yes, Your Highness." Mycroft felt that he was getting more and more used to having one more person in the apartment, and he was also used to the refrigerator that was always full.

"It's my pleasure."

Francis thought of a reason, after all her poor lover had just lost his young brother.

No one will say anything after eating Chinese food in Windsor.

After kissing Francis goodbye, Mycroft went to MI5 to take care of things.

Francis also has his own pastimes.

After she regained her health, Seleucus handed over power to her to handle matters within the Alexander organization. Now that Moriarty is dead, his remaining forces will naturally be wiped out.

This is a huge project.

Fortunately, Sherlock intends to deal with Moriarty's forces himself.

Once Moriarty's men knew he was alive, they would probably seek revenge by hurting those close to him.

Francis had to ask Alexander to protect Sherlock, lest he put himself in danger while eliminating evil forces.

In the final analysis, she still cares about McCoff.

This powerful and ruthless man is actually not as strong as he appears to be.

She asked Sherlock to meet in an abandoned factory. After all, he was going to operate secretly. She prepared some ID cards for him. These ID cards were from Neil, the world's number one deception master.

The ID card he made can deceive world-class intelligence organizations such as the CIA and MI6.

After all, she once stunned him and gave him diazepam, which was her unique apology.

Francis rode a Harley motorcycle to their agreed place.

This factory has been scrapped for a long time, and even the handle of the iron door is rusty.

She glanced at the leather gloves on her hand, and then at the dirty handle, with strong disgust in her eyes, but she still held the handle and pulled the door open forcefully.

The bright light penetrates into the darkness, and the dust flying in the air can be clearly seen in the light, and also elongates the shadow of people elongated by the light.

"Am I late?" Francis' voice was silent, echoing in the empty factory.

"No, not at all. I arrived early." A low voice came out from inside, and accompanied by regular footsteps, a figure emerged from the shadows. His hair was longer and thicker than his brother's, but he was always different. An uncontrolled curl.

Francis pulled the door shut, felt around the door and found the switch to open it.

Maybe it has not been used for a long time, the voltage in the factory is a little unstable, the bulb flickered a few times, and it turned on tremblingly.

Although the curly-haired detective is unsophisticated, he is still a gentleman with a traditional British education, especially when he doesn't speak, he stands there like an English gentleman who came out of a TV series.

A gentleman's education cannot keep a lady waiting.

"This suit suits you very well, Sherlock." Francis looked at Sherlock, who didn't feign death and self-consciousness in the suit and leather shoes, "How did you find this place so dilapidated?"

"The map of London is printed in my head." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, looked at Francis, and said quickly, "It seems that you enjoy the nourishment of love, and you have gained three pounds."

Francis' smile froze on her face as she argued, "Two pounds and a half."

Sherlock said firmly: "Three pounds."

Francis: ...

She squinted her eyes and decided to skip this topic, otherwise she was afraid that she would lose control of herself and the boat of friendship with Sherlock would turn upside down.

Francis took out a bag of things in a file bag from his schoolbag and handed it to Sherlock, saying: "I have prepared fifteen ID cards for you. Some of them are arranged and combined with your name, and some are just very popular ID cards. The name meets your requirements. I asked Attalus to prepare some cash at a location in Moriarty's sphere of influence. You can use it at any time."

She took a gold coin from her pocket and it had an owl with its eyes carved in turquoise, and she handed it to Sherlock.

Sherlock held the gold coin with his thumb and forefinger, and his gray-green eyes carefully looked at the gorgeous Victorian-style gold coin and the bird of wisdom that symbolized Athena, and it still represents Alexander.

"This is for you, I think you can use it." Francis gave Sherlock the gold coin representing her identity.

Sherlock accepted everything unceremoniously, his gray-green eyes possessed a light of insight, and he could easily see that Francis' brows and eyes were brimming with happiness, not the gloom they had when they met in Italy a year ago.

"He's a good husband, Francis," Sherlock said suddenly.

Francis looked at Sherlock with a puzzled expression on his face: "What?"

"Mycroft, he is a good husband." Francis' puzzled look pleased Sherlock, and he slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, "Although he will make his tailor and dentist want to die. But he will be a good husband .However, you will live under surveillance from now on, and you will have no chance to cheat."

Francis laughed when he heard the last sentence: "Why would I want to cheat?"

"It's something ordinary people would do." Sherlock shrugged.

"I don't think I'm classified as an ordinary person." Francis raised his eyebrows and wrinkled his nose. "Did Mycroft ask you to test it?"

"Yes." Sherlock said without batting an eyelid.

Francis nodded thoughtfully: "It looks like it is."

Sherlock glanced at the calm-looking Francis, who said, "If we're getting married, you'll be the best man. Well, at least until you come back, Sherlock."

"Why am I the best man?" Sherlock frowned, he didn't like the status of best man.

"You're his brother, of course you." Francis turned his head to look at Sherlock, "Oh, don't tell me you'll reject him."

"why not?"

Sherlock's words almost made Francis want to shout at him—you are cruel, you are ruthless, and you are unreasonable.

"If John Watson got married one day and asked you to be his best man, would you say no?" Francis asked another question.

Sherlock didn't answer, but Francis could see that he was a little hesitant, oh, she could imagine that a certain younger brother would secretly hide in that corner and bite his handkerchief after he found out.

Francis was amused by her own imagination, she pursed the corners of her mouth reservedly, and coughed twice: "Ahem, I think McCoff will be sad. Well, please allow me to do this while you are away. Describe, to help you comfort Mrs. Hudson, who is getting more and more sad, and Watson, who has started to see a psychiatrist again. And you will be the best man in my future wedding"

"Deal (deal). You don't have to marry Mycroft..." Before Sherlock could finish speaking, Francis stepped on his foot hard, and he stopped in pain.

Francis smiled enigmatically at him, and said to him very kindly: "Shut up, or I'll let you be my bridesmaid."

Sherlock was sure that Francis was not joking, he turned his head arrogantly and snorted coldly, admitting cowardly in disguise.

Francis, who had no news, conveyed the news, which made Attalus very excited, and he immediately started to prepare everything.

Just as he was returning to Alexandria headquarters, white-haired Cleitus was waiting for him.

White-haired Cleitus is an albino with sickly white skin, silver-white hair, and yellowish, beast-like eyes.

"What's the matter, white hair?"

White-haired Cleetus has a younger brother named Black-haired Cleetus. To distinguish them, they are both called White-haired and Black-haired.

"Seleucus and Black Hair are waiting for us in the office. Seleucus said he has something very important to tell us."

Attalus walked towards Seleucus's office with the white hair, he was confused, Seleucus has never been a mystic, what is he doing so mysteriously this time?

With doubts in his heart, Attalus and Baifa walked into the office together. Seleucus and Black Hair both held a stack of documents in their hands, and the two explained something solemnly.

Seleucus noticed that Attalus came in and waved at him: "Hey, brother. How about the things His Highness entrusted to you?"

"It's done. What's the matter, Seleucus?" asked Attalus.

Seleucus gave Attalus a stack of documents and opened the top one.

"Since His Royal Highness fought Selene Caesar a year ago, I visited Dr. Hannibal Lecter and learned about their situation. The source of the incident was the death of a model, and she was a member of Seth .Killed at a party held by Mr. Dodi Fayed. Before he died, he told Seth in a secret language that the person who killed him was called Dodi. So the people organized by Seth thought that Dodi Fayed knew what he shouldn’t know So the killer killed him. Here is her death report. See if the technique is familiar." Seleucus folded his hands in a tower shape.

Attalus flipped through the documents, and he noticed the wounds of the deceased, as well as this quick, precise and exquisite killing technique.

"It's a way to ensure that you will die only for people from the special forces." Attalos frowned, "But Dodi Fayed is a rich second-generation wealthy businessman, and he can't even carry a gun with his body."

Seleucus closed the file, and he said in a deep voice: "This is why I came to you. You all know that our Highness has always reacted calmly and aggressively to her mother's death, so this matter must be kept secret." Your Highness."

Attalus had some doubts: "Don't we do nothing?"

The black-haired Clitus, who had been silent all this time, shook his head, his dark eyes flicked fiercely: "We will find out the murderer. For Your Highness, her revenge is over."