[Comprehensive] Baker Street Survival Guide

Joanna was sitting in Harry's car. His car was driverless. Normally, Joanna would always have a few words with Harry about this novel question, but at this time, she was not in the mood at all.

There is a tablet computer in the car, and relevant reports have been transmitted to the computer.Harry broke the rules and showed Joanna the news.

They were all sitting in the back row, and Joanna was holding the tablet in her hand and flicking through the pages. Her face was pale in the darkness illuminated by the electronic screen.After reading the document, Joanna searched for some keywords.Harry was kind to her, and Joanna didn't take the opportunity to pry into the privacy of the kings\man.

In the process of driving, the red light is the most uncomfortable.Harry quickly listened to what Merlin had told him.The silence in the car made people feel uneasy, and Harry couldn't see any unnecessary emotions from Joanna's face.

At least Joanna stopped trembling, she was exactly like a revenge machine.Harry believed that Joanna already had a preliminary plan, but she definitely wouldn't say it.

They encountered a lot of red lights along the way, and the distance that could have been reached in 10 minutes has been extended to half an hour.The road conditions in London always make people feel unpredictable. The more things happen, the more suspicious it is that someone has driven all the cars parked in the garage on the road.

Harry turned on the music player in the car.

Then Joanna said the first words after getting into the car: "Please turn off the sound."

"I hope this helps you think...you're angry right now, but—you'd better get your emotions under control, Joanna!"

"For example, today's road conditions? Maybe our Mr. Holmes has provoked another war. Should I still be grateful that today's incident is just a false alarm!"

The sarcastic tone made Harry frowned slightly. The passage was actually within the acceptable range, but there was a kind of hostility in Joanna's language. He didn't know what hurtful words Joanna would say later. .

"Joanna! Words are powerful, you should control your emotions!" Harry was born again.According to the news from Eggsy, who was transferred by Merlin, the only reason Hilde's father survived was the second team sent by Mycroft.This really can't be blamed on Holmes, but Joanna has lost control at this time.

Finally, Joanna listened to Harry's words.She turned her head and looked out the window, tightly shut her mouth.

Afterwards, Harry received a notification from Merlin that Mycroft had been forced to log off from the ward.He didn't hear what Joanna said in the car. This might be the only good news for Holmes today.

*

A sleepless night.

Joanna sat by the bay window of the safe house, staring at the computer and watching the replay of the surveillance video.She knew that this was basically a useless act of looking for a needle in a haystack, but up to now, she had inevitably fallen into the vicious circle of vowing to investigate to the end.

Countless details circled in her mind.On the one hand, it is the exhaustion after the increase in the amount of information, and on the other hand, it is the excitement of anger.For the first time, Joanna felt that she was a little weak.

She needed a helper, and there was a suitable one, but it would take some time to find him.

Joanna closed the tablet.There was a light rain in the latter part of the night, which is normal for London.Kensington's apartment is definitely unlivable, whether it's the blood on the carpet, the bow prints on the wooden table, or the messy furniture in the room, the house full of Joanna's memories cannot be settled for the time being.

Hilde was temporarily placed in a safe house.This may not be completely safe, after all, the background of the murderer is already somewhat surreal.

Joanna suppressed the unhelpful information in her head.

When summing up all the things that happened that day, there was one more thing that she slightly regretted.She should have noticed that everything she said was being relayed to Mycroft.Some words are too heavy and too harsh.

This was the first night of insomnia, and when the sky brightened, Joanna finally let herself go.

Mr. Hilde didn't go to bed until late at night. He didn't get up at six o'clock in the morning. As soon as Joanna's door opened, the security guard turned to pay attention.

"do you need anything?"

"I need to go out for a while. You don't need to worry about me." Joanna soon discovered that the security control was all in the hands of Mr. Hilde, but this meant that her actions were strictly restricted.

"Miss Hilde has been taken care of by me. This is authorized." Joanna was relieved by Harry's arrival.

The safe house is located on the edge of the Thames River. It looks like a dilapidated house with graffiti and spray paint on the outside, but the interior decoration is still very delicate.

Joanna took the breakfast from Harry, and the hot packaged food made her squint her eyes happily.So she was also willing to answer Harry's questions.

"Where are you going?"

"Actually, I made an appointment with someone." Joanna smiled, and she said something curious: "Do you really have the authority to let me out?"

"About this question... I think Mr. Hilde will not be so angry when he finds out that I brought you out compared to your desire to go out."

Harry's serious answer made Joanna laugh.

She reminded Harry to turn at the intersection. "Please turn off your video, I don't want a third person to see the follow-up."

Harry trusts Joanna's sense of proportion.In yesterday's event, although she didn't know how she escaped, she was still alive and well.

"Can you be sure of your safety?"

By this time Joanna had already stepped out of the car: "Watching your video, I'm sure we'll be fine."

The car was parked outside an unremarkable bar.At this time, the door has not yet been opened, and through the outside glass, you can see that the chairs inside are all upside down on the table, and you can't see any problems.

Harry took his phone out of his pocket, a device he didn't see often.Joanna would not believe that this is a smart phone purely for communication and games.

"Is there a basement below? A large-scale event venue? I didn't even know there was such a place in London?"

Joanna smiled.At this time, as a resident who has never left London since she was a child, she can introduce this place to Harry.

Joanna took out a key from her pocket, and they successfully opened the door of the bar. During this period, Harry only saw the surveillance camera in front of the door turning, which seemed to capture their video data.

Joanna took her to the storage room of the bar with ease, where they entered an automatic elevator. When the elevator started, Joanna introduced the situation here to Harry: "Under John's world. They are in the Here are some small kick-boxing activities, the person I'm looking for is here to die... I think he has made enough money during the period of his disappearance in the past."

"I didn't know there was such a place in London. So...you're looking for another Mr. Holmes?"

With a sound of 'ding', the elevator door opened.Behind a door seems to be another world.Joanna put on earplugs very presciently, but she heard Harry's previous question, so she replied loudly in his ear: "Yes! That Mr. Holmes who is always in the newspaper."

When Joanna said that, Harry understood completely.She asked to turn off the video, and all positioning devices.All because Mycroft didn't want to see his brother in a mess.

When Harry was analyzing Joanna, she had already squeezed in one direction against the battle order list at the entrance position.

—Perhaps Joanna regretted what she said yesterday.

Harry looked at her back, and quickened his pace to follow. He helped Joanna separate the crowd, and he was more sure than ever that there was a possibility of further development between Joanna and Mycroft.

——In the octagonal iron cage, there is another world.

Joanna's familiarity with this place ensured that she didn't take any detours and found Sherlock.At this time, the former great detective was standing on a fighting platform, without any protective measures, and hemp ropes were still tied around his arms.

This is a very primitive fight, rubbing the hemp rope with broken glass will cause powerful damage to the opponent, but when the two parties bind this tool together, the damage is mutual, and the stimulated audience roared Shout out, and the one who benefits is the boss.

Joanna looked at Harry standing next to her.He wasn't in the slightest shocked by what he saw.This state is the best, because Joanna doesn't want to bring someone who makes a fuss—whether it's Watson or Mycroft, they just need to see the final result.

It doesn't make any sense to see someone close to you hurt.

Joanna stood in front of the iron cage and didn't respond immediately.She looked at Sherlock's opponent. There was no so-called weight division in this occasion. The man standing opposite Sherlock was like an iron tower.

The round system has reached the final round, Sherlock carefully avoids the damage from the opponent, any successful attack will make him go into shock.But relying on his contact judgment ability and the fighting skills he has honed over the years, he temporarily controlled the situation.For Sherlock, things were going in a better direction, he even found a gap to fight back, and greeted the opponent's weakness with his fist.

"Looks like Sherlock will win."

"But his condition is not enough for him to stay here for too long." Joanna nodded.In this noisy and closed environment, she and Harry could only talk about this kind of thing before the game was over. "He's injecting himself, out of guilt and self-loathing. This gentleman is on a path of self-destruction."

It was about the time they said this that Sherlock finally caught a weak point of the opponent, and his fist tied with glass hemp rope hit the opponent's spine hard - a devastating blow!

For a moment, Joanna seemed to see a huge tower collapse, a keen lone wolf killed a lion, or there are many similar descriptions.Sherlock's opponent fell on the dirty fighting ring, and at the last moment, the blood from the fight splashed on the face of Joanna who was standing in the front row.

Joanna saw Sherlock standing condescendingly in front of her. The background of Sherlock was professional lighting. From a very close distance, on and off the stage, Joanna saw Sherlock's eight-pack abs, and the crystal light above. Bright sweat.

Sherlock raised his hands and cheered around the venue. The roar of hundreds of people in the underground venue made Joanna's earplugs not wasted.Most of the people off the court put their bets on Sherlock's opponents. They were emotionally agitated, and most of them still couldn't accept the fact that they lost money.

In such an exciting environment, Joanna still accepted Sherlock's show off without hindrance.

In response, Joanna wiped off the blood on her cheek without changing her expression. She knew that Sherlock could read his lips, so she slowly mouthed and said indifferently, "You should be back—"

— Typical Mycroft possession, Sherlock narrowed his eyes.