Daily demolition of the store [Comprehensive British and American]

Summary: Novia guessed the secret of the black umbrella three times, and once she gave up.

The lengthy meeting was briefly interrupted by the snoring of a certain congressman.The person who was commenting briefly stopped his speech, and Novia marked the document being edited, in case the officers finished teasing and forgot where the topic just went.

A field worker was temporarily brought over to act as a secretary, which itself was a challenge to Novia.

She leans more towards errands where the changeable weather and terrain can be a grind, which is not the case for this kind of meeting.

Novia took a sneak peek at Mr. Holmes. He was sitting upright among the elderly people, and he was very eye-catching, giving people a feeling of serious work.

Novia was a little curious about how he maintained this state. Her boss had been on the line for more than 48 hours, but he could still maintain enough sobriety and peace of mind in such a boring meeting.

miracle!

Observing from the sidelines helps Novia learn.

After experiencing several ups and downs, she also gradually realized how rare it is to have someone who is willing to teach and also serve as a role model.

"Sorry, let's get back to business." The person who spoke just now coughed dryly, and the brief joke was over. He glanced at Novia with a serious expression, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart, where did Mycroft find it? A person as cold as him, "Where did I just say?"

"Global warming, sir." Novia's signage worked well.No one noticed the fact that she was distracted, except her boss.

Mycroft quickly picked up the topic. There were many things he had to get involved in, including highly confidential documents, and environmental issues that anyone was willing to comment on.

Novia's subordinates kept working on the entry work without stopping.A secretary's life is always shattered by sudden meetings or instructions, always listening instead of giving feedback, putting up with jokes that are 800 years out of date, taking a modest salary, well, yes, she has no salary yet Take, today this is the category of voluntary labor.

Thinking about it this way, Novia felt even more bitter and bitter.

She couldn't help but look for a topic that would distract her.

The topic needs to be probing, enough to open up the imagination, but not too big of a deal to make her miss the minutes of the session.

Novia glanced across the door, and she saw the dry black umbrella hanging by the door.

Mycroft always seemed to be inseparable from that gear, ever since Novia first saw him.

Mr. Holmes is no bluff.He won't catch the eye with exaggerated accessories.

So what is the secret of this umbrella?

Novia can accurately describe the appearance of that umbrella - the pure black umbrella surface can easily accommodate a person standing under it after being opened, even in the windy London, there is such an umbrella, It is also a very safe choice.The umbrella handle is made of rattan, a very retro style, and all metal accessories are fixed precisely without any gap or misplacement.

But even so, this is just a very ordinary umbrella.

If Novia wanted to hide something in such a thing, it would definitely choose the umbrella handle.

A bug?It may be a good choice, but it cannot be hidden from those advanced monitoring equipment. There are not a few people who think about this problem like Novia, and those people will not let go of any opportunity to practice.

The atmosphere in the conference room changed a bit when Novia explored the black umbrella.

Near noon is the time when people are most prone to burnout. The topic of the meeting has returned from global warming to the issue of departmental funds. Mycroft frowned frequently, and seemed less energetic than the previous few hours up.

He still needs another cup of coffee. It is impossible for Novia to be a secretary and a receptionist at the same time.

She saw several MPs exchange glances, which was not a good sign.

"Mr. Holmes, is this your chief responsibility? I mean, have you really listened to what we have just said?"

This is a challenge to Mycroft's work.

Novia's typing hands stopped, and she looked at Mycroft.At least ten congressmen made comments just now. The complicated clauses and unclear expressions made them have communication barriers with each other.In this case, they even asked Mr. Holmes to prove that he listened carefully to the content of the meeting.

Who's going to listen to a lot of nonsense?

Mycroft changed his sitting position, and his spirit seemed to gather a little more. Novia saw his confident smile, but didn't think about the words he would say later.

"Of course, Mr. Wilson. Outsourcing some of the dirty work is a continuation of the practice. You look forward to making some changes, but you can't accept the timing problems caused by changes. Mr. Tenelope, you have always He is a person who advocates reducing funds, and his statement this time is still very clear. Mr. Mason..."

Novia compared what she recorded.She realized that she might be able to use Mycroft's time to summarize and sort out a meeting outline. Even if she sorted out things afterwards, it probably wouldn't be better than this!

"Miss Reeves." The memory ended, and Mycroft did not know when he stood in front of Novia.

"Yes, sir." She rose from her seat.

"Do you feel anything?"

"This is probably a very enviable life. One sentence can decide someone's life. But you need to rest now, sir." Novia smirked, faithfully playing the role of secretary.

"That doesn't mean you have other thoughts about me, does it?"

Mycroft walked to the door and picked up his black umbrella.During the meeting, Novia's eyes stayed on him long enough, which was a very dangerous sign.Mycroft decided to share with Novia the story of the absent secretary.

"Are you saying that I like you?" Novia's smile grew wider.

Was this man pulling her up from the brink?certainly!

Does she like him?No!

Novia's bluntness was embarrassing.

But Mycroft felt relieved after observing. ——There are no dilated pupils, no accelerated heartbeat, either Novia is restrained enough to hide her thoughts in front of him, or she is really indifferent.

He can accept both situations.

In fact, after Miss Reeves had proved her ability and loyalty, Mycroft worried that she would be too practical and skip the mental step.

Then, Mycroft heard Novia say: "Compared with what happens to you, I still want to be a person like you!"

"Then I'll wait and see." Holmes walked around Novia noncommittally, and walked out the door.

There is still some ambiguity in Novia's words. The "same" she said is that she hopes to become a person who will never be troubled. No other person can become the British government, and she will not think so.

Another time was at a charity dinner.

Novia was caught up in the paperwork when it happened, and she was brought to the scene by Mycroft instead of having to attend the banquet.Her task was to compare hundreds of private letters, find a clue about one thing, and then tell Mycroft immediately.

Mycroft had left her with piles of papers during this time, falling in love with each other.Novia turned a page in pain, so that when someone came to inform her that something had happened, Novia felt a kind of joy of letting go.

"Miss, we have received information that a killer has sneaked into the scene of this event. You'd better gather with Mr. Holmes as soon as possible."

Novia looked enviously at the agent who was evacuating the guests—official establishment, wearing uniform and equipment, dedicated to his duties and following a fixed trajectory.

She inquired about the exact location of her boss, then hurriedly went against the flow of people to where Mr. Holmes was.

The agent did not say who the target of the assassination was, but it could not be assumed that her boss was safe.

Novia's heart eased a little when she saw Mycroft.

Still a sunny day without rain, indoors.Mycroft didn't even have his red box with him, but he had a black umbrella in his hand.

Novia frowned in confusion.The fabric of that umbrella probably cannot stop bullets, but maybe it is a sword umbrella, the kind of weapon that can be unsheathed in times of crisis... Perhaps Mr. Holmes has practiced a few times, such as borrowing his superb insight The ability to penetrate the enemy's vitals at the moment of passing by.

Even though Novia knew some of the stories that would happen in the future, Mycroft was too mysterious for her to know anything other than guesswork and fantasy.

Mr. Holmes would have been a perfectly decent gentleman in Victorian times, but without the treadmill and nutritionist, Novia couldn't be much more optimistic about his weight.

The door of the room was pushed open from the outside.

Amidst the terrified expressions of the celebrities and female relatives, a man walked in with a wooden warehouse.The gentlemen in the room subconsciously protected the lady behind them.

Novia had observed all the people present, and none of them could pass the 1000-meter run—this was her objective evaluation of this group of people.

Mycroft took a step forward. He stood in front of his superior. The middle-aged man whose stomach was about to push the button off was the target of the assassination.

Novia is also one of the people who are behind him.She didn't feel that such a scene was so dangerous. Although her IQ was not comparable to that of Sherlock Holmes, her ability had made great progress in the past six months.

"Go away, you fat man!"

Ten thousand points of damage!

Novia could have sworn she heard a gasp as someone tried to hold back a laugh.

Novia saw Mycroft's hand holding the black umbrella, his fingers were so hard that the skin on the back of the hand was tight, and the fingertips turned slightly white.Perhaps in the next second, a long sword glowing with cold light will be pulled out from the handle of the umbrella, and Mr. Holmes will show everyone what is called a flexible fat man.

Or... dead fat man?

Novia nodded silently, expressing her appreciation for her imagination.

But she couldn't possibly see any threat to Mycroft's life.

The killer who was enraged by Mycroft's attitude wanted to kick him away. In a split second, Novia jumped up from behind Mycroft, and she grabbed the opponent's grip at a tricky angle. wrist, and kicked the killer hard on the knee.

— was not successful.

The well-trained killer leaned to the side. Although he knelt down on one knee, he escaped Novia's subsequent attack and quickly stood up again.

Two people can only fight in a small space.There's no such thing as a hair-grabbing, face-scratching horrific farce, with both sides trying to quietly address each other's weakest spots.Novia can't use small movements in full view, and her physical fitness has gradually widened the gap with adult men.

The knocked down hand wooden warehouse fell near the door, and anyone who tried to rush over it was very likely to be attacked.When we can see the hope of surviving, we all hope that others will take this risk,

Novia was hit several times, and out of the corner of her eye she turned to Mycroft - who had a few words with a woman behind him.Then there was the sound of a wooden warehouse, and the man holding Novia's eyes widened, his strength gradually weakened, and finally he didn't move.

"Very bold attempt, Miss Reeves!" Mycroft returned the lady's wooden box to the woman behind him, and expressed his gratitude and condolences. "The reason why I blocked you together is because we didn't carry weapons!"

"I know now." Novia wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth nonchalantly.

Holmes didn't have a certain chance of winning this time, but simply had to do it.

But even so, Novia was still a little happy: "At least you have started to treat me as one of your own, haven't you?"

Mycroft seemed to want to blurt out a lot of sarcastic words, but he looked at the wound on Novia's body, the black umbrella hit heavily on the carpet, and finally said only one sentence: "Humans really communicate!"

——He directly rose to the point of view of species.

Novia wanted to laugh a little.She saw Mycroft communicate with his boss from a distance, but she didn't realize at that time that her 'heroic' act this time became her stepping stone to enter mi6.