Baker Street Charterers

Recently, London has ushered in a big and small event.

To say the least, this is for all the people of Great Britain, and to say the least, it is for those new stars or seniors who have worked hard in the political arena—in short, in three days, the Prime Minister’s wife will celebrate her fiftieth birthday .

And now, an invitation was lying on the table in the living room of the apartment at 221b Baker Street. The person who brought it obviously cared about it very much, and wrapped it in a clean white handkerchief to protect it from the continuous wind and rain outside.It sits squarely in the center of the table, but it has never been opened.

Sherlock Holmes was neatly dressed and sitting solemnly on his sofa, flipping through a worn-out tome without a cover, seemingly not seeing McGrawford who was on the opposite side with the genuine black tea sent by Mrs. Hudson.It wasn't until McCrawford almost drank the whole cup of tea and felt the malice from his bladder that he had to put down the cup and couldn't help but ask, "So are you going or not?"

"Why don't you go?" Holmes finally looked up at his brother and raised his eyebrows. "After all, this is a rare and grand banquet, isn't it?"

Mycroft put on a veiled look, "Oh God, you know it's the Prime Minister's wife's dinner party! I'm your blood brother by choice - very poor, I know you too An impulsive personality that doesn’t match me—I still want to emphasize, once again, this is the birthday party of the Prime Minister’s wife, and what you are facing is not the murderers and criminals you usually see, but a room full of political dignitaries -"

"What's the difference between them?" asked Holmes.

"Watch your words, boy, your brother is one of them."

"Otherwise, why do you think I would refuse invitations from your colleagues over and over again?"

McCroft nodded his forehead, but there was a helpless smile on his lips, and he said slowly, "For the people of Great Britain, this is a very good thing."

Holmes snorted coldly, "If you came this time just to say this—"

"We got a gift from her."

A single word made Sherlock Holmes, who was originally looking down at the book, stunned.

she?

Mycroft observed his every move with great interest, and then looked up very contentedly to refill a cup of hot black tea for himself. He noticed the big detective's frown impatiently, and drank it more slowly. He took a breath, sighed, and then slowly opened his mouth and said——

"Oh yes, her gift."

"That was a... big surprise."

Sherlock Holmes was finally willing to put down the voluminous tome that could be used as a murder weapon. He looked at Mycroft critically, as if he wanted to judge from his micro-expression whether he was telling the truth or just another tooth-itching joke. Just kidding, the final result is of course not unexpected—even if the person in front of him is his blood-related brother, McGrawford's demeanor is still perfect.

Holmes had to tap his forehead in frustration, "Well, Mycroft, next year I will consider taking on one or two government cases—"

Mycroft smiled and held up three fingers.

"Three?—increase—oh well, three."

The elder brother who managed to win another game proudly put down his cup, took out a sealed letter from his pocket, and put it on the table.

Holmes looked at him inquiringly, and Mycroft raised his eyebrows, "There will be something you want to know."

Holmes opened the envelope calmly, and carefully took out the brown paper inside. The familiar handwriting that caught his eyes made him pause slightly, but he continued to read it very calmly——

"Mr. Mycroft Holmes, my dear

The doctor has provided the address of the big factory under m that he knows, as well as the detailed poisoning method of m against political dissidents.The address will be relayed by an old friend.And, Little William has been found, and Mr. Sharpshooter and Femme fatale have been captured. I think it would be more appropriate for you to solve the last one. "

Signature: The girl walking under the street lamp.

"Oh, actually, when I saw the last signature, I was still very confused, who is this girl, who named her--" Mycroft said in a slow, annoyed way. Said in a transparent tone, "But when I saw your smug face, I immediately understood what it meant..."

Holmes straightened his face. "I'm just happy about the good news revealed in this letter. Aren't you happy, Mycroft? We're one step closer to success."

The other party squeezed his chin and pondered, "Well... indeed, I am very happy. After all, we are one step closer to the wedding."

Holmes carefully stuffed the letter back into the envelope, sealed it, and put it back in his coat pocket calmly. After patting it lightly, he raised his head and told him in a very serious manner, "Since someone has helped us After solving the worries, I think the dinner party in three days will be very exciting, isn't it?"

McCroft finally agreed with this sentence without being so obtrusive, "Indeed," he paused, "As for that old friend, she has been waiting for us for a long time, with that ' good news'--"

Holmes stood up and took up his black hat. He seemed in a very good mood, and the soft smile that had never faded from his gray eyes said, "—Come on, Mycroft."

His brother stood up unhurriedly, and it wasn't until he was almost at the door that he added unhurriedly, "You know why she doesn't come to see you in person, don't you, Charlie?"

Holmes paused and remained silent for a few seconds. His low, quiet voice rang out in the empty room.

"Yeah, I know."

Very light and very firm.

She's a 'bad girl', my brother--Mycroft thought as he went down the stairs, watching his back--he's seen all sorts of things in all the years he's lived. All kinds of people, men, women, young and old, outstanding mediocre, cheerful and gloomy, walked in his life like a passer-by, but no one would be like her, because she was of special significance to Sherlock, making him Had to pay more attention.

Then it was discovered that she was really..."bad" so amazing.It was completely different from the intelligent, mischievous, sweet, and full of warmth she always showed in front of Sherlock.

In the first 18 years when she was the opposite of the personality in the investigation, would that mediocre experience that could not attract the attention of others suddenly change a person so much?Just like a Robin Hood who has been walking underground for many years and has seen all kinds of dirty tricks, she is not surprised by those complicated dark transactions, and she is quite skillful in dealing with them... Who else can tell him, who taught him Did she climb the wall in the middle of the night and ran to his house to deliver the letter without anyone noticing?

Thankfully he put on his pants before going to bed that night.

It's a good thing she's in love with you, my brother... Mycroft rubbed his chin, glanced at Holmes' straight and profound profile, then squeezed the excess fat on his own face, and sighed.

If they get married in the future, he can guarantee that the life of No. 221b will be more exciting than the current drama, for sure.