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Q: What are the action details of the fairy tale "How did the werewolf take a bite, stutter, and drop the big red hood"?
Could this be a proper fairy tale? !
However, Mycroft did not blurt out a question, nor did he show an inconceivable expression of "how dare you ask such a question".
At this moment, his emotional management limit broke through again, and he suppressed the lightning and thunder in the small theater in his head without blushing at all.
"Mr. Minton, you are really unique in the creative thinking of fairy tales. "
Mycroft deliberately emphasized the word "sir", "However, I hold a different opinion. At some point, what you need is rest, do you think it is appropriate to listen to exciting stories at that time?"
Mary nodded logically, "What's inappropriate? I'm listening to the story, not imitating the story for practical operation. Mr. Holmes, you should understand a principle, please accommodate and obey people who are in a period of physical discomfort."
"Isn't I being gentleman enough for your behavior of setting fires around?"
Mycroft was laughed at, "Mr. Minton, are you sure you need someone who obeys you? Come on, that will only make you feel boring. You can read love poems, but you can't read ingenious fairy tales."
"Really conservative Holmes."
Mary shook her head regretfully, "Alright, for the sake of you tossing and turning over my matter, I will only listen to you once."
It's just that I was obedient this time, and I have to find it elsewhere next time.
Such a big truth, Mary didn't say it, but Mycroft knew it all.
At this moment, Mycroft still breathed a sigh of relief.Fortunately, at least for the time being, he escaped the bad requirements of the one hundred chapters of the war between the wolf and the red hat.
"Then it's a deal. Mr. Minton, you promise me that you will not take those "seasickness pills" that you think at will. "
"Okay. I promise you, unless it's an emergency, I promise I won't take medicine lightly."
Mary also doesn't want to change her menstrual period at will, but she needs to keep moving quickly in places such as going deep into barren mountains and dense forests.
When Mycroft heard the promise, he was about to say good night, but caution resurfaced. "Mr. Minton, you're not playing with words, are you?"
What kind of wordplay?
Mary understood immediately.For example, what does the promise made by Mr. Minton have to do with Mary herself.
"Well, well, Mr. Holmes is really suspicious tonight."
Mary seemed helpless, with an expression on her face as if she couldn't help Mycroft. "So what else do you want, let me swear on my conscience?"
Mycroft remained silent.
Silence is sometimes the default.Because some things must not be said bluntly, for example, he highly doubts Mr. Minton's conscience.
Suddenly, Mary smiled brightly, and directly reached out to caress Mycroft's heart.
"Okay, I'm as you wished, and I can guarantee it with my conscience. From now on, I will take the medicine carefully and listen to your reasonable advice."
This sudden blow made Mycroft's expression management fall short, and he grabbed the misplaced hand.
"what happened?"
Mary tilted her head innocently, "I listened to your advice not to take medicine lightly, and I swear on my conscience according to your expectations, aren't you satisfied?"
"I have reason to suspect that the past 20 hours of high-speed brain use have made you unable to tell the difference between east, west, and north."
Mycroft seemed to be asking humbly, "Now, do you dare to say aloud exactly whose conscience you are swearing to?"
Mary blinked, "No, no, it's not good to speak loudly. In the old castle, everyone has just rested after a day of fighting for their lives. I can't disturb people's dreams."
The next moment, Mary took a step forward and whispered directly into Mycroft's ear.
"However, I can tell you in a whisper - I swear by my own conscience. Congratulations, you are one of the few consciences I have. Please don't stress too much, you are only half of my conscience. Now you have The most honest answer is whether you can turn around, take a step, go back to the room, lie down on the bed... and fall asleep quickly."
Mycroft: Sleep?He is constantly being fueled, how can he fall asleep quickly?
But Mary broke free from the held hand, and stretched out her hand to cover the sudden yawn as if naturally.
"Oh, I'm sleepy. It's four o'clock in the morning, my conscience, and you should go to bed earlier. Good night—"
Without waiting for a response, Mary turned around, rushed into the house, and closed the door.The movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, and they are done in one go within three seconds.
Outside the door, there was a sudden silence.
The clock was ticking, and the rain was splashing on the glass windows, but it made the atmosphere in the living room even quieter.
Mycroft stood motionless, his face very calm.
He didn't say much, just stared at the suddenly closed door in front of him. After 1 minute, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.
At that moment, he decisively stretched out two index fingers and pressed them on both sides of his mouth.
Such an involuntary cheerful smile was not Sherlock Holmes at all, so he had to restrain himself manually.
Squeeze the smile with your finger.
Oh no!Why can't I suppress it.
Mycroft found that the manual intervention had failed as expected, so he simply let go of his hand and laughed when he wanted to.
Anyway, he was alone in the living room in the early hours of the morning, so there was no need to worry about letting emotions occupy the high ground of the brain at this moment. As for rational thinking, it would be suspended for a while.
Please forgive his willfulness.
If I had to give a reason, it would be that the impact was too great and I didn't recover for the time being.Who would have thought that during a trip to the island, dear Mr. Minton would no longer be "Sir".
Although the fact has not been personally admitted by the person involved, it is enough to make him sleepless tonight.
In fact, I should admire myself that the past 20 hours have not been affected in the slightest, and I can concentrate on finding the real culprit behind the death incident on the island.
Mycroft couldn't help but caressed his heart again, and it seemed that there was still warmth from another person's palm on his clothes.With hindsight, his heartbeat obviously accelerated tonight. Mr. Minton didn't notice it just now, right?
**
Hurricanes always pass by.
This time, it came earlier and left quickly.
On July 7th, the morning light was faint.
Looking from the window sill of the old castle, the sea has returned to calm.
The sky has not yet cleared completely, and it is still gloomy.
Seagulls looking for food can be seen near the shore, and the white figure skimmed across the sea, picking up a small fish flopping about.
"Look! Is that black spot coming in the direction of the island?"
Wendy got up early in the morning, and no longer had a life of upside-down work and rest because of writing, pointing to the moving black spots on the sea in the distance. "Is there a big ship coming to pick us up? Is the promised cruise ship coming?"
It wasn't just Wendy who got up early.
Under the impact of the death incident, no one on the island slept late on the day when the cruise ship was scheduled to dock.
Get up early and wait for the boat, hoping to return home as soon as possible so that you can completely stay away from the threat of explosion.
"It's only seven o'clock now. According to the original itinerary, the cruise ship docked at ten o'clock."
Shipley doesn't think the cruise ship will arrive early. "It's not completely sunny today. It stands to reason that the cruise ship will only postpone the trip. This ship, isn't it a pirate?"
As soon as the words fell, the auditorium was fried.
"My God, please protect us from all evil."
"Mr. Shipley, please don't be crowed. We have escaped the pursuit of death, but we can't stand other troubles."
"Come on, it's been a century since powerful pirates have occupied Europe. Now we can still meet some tough ones in the Americas."
Mary saw that everyone looked worried, and did not tell that Watson might have organized a rescue team.
She helped everyone establish awareness of prevention, and she kept a low profile to claim credit. It really was another day of being a good person.
Mycroft pretended not to see the flashes of boastfulness on the faces of those around him.
Whether it is a pirate attack or not, there will be results when the ships approach, there is no need to be a bird of fright.
After more than half an hour, the big ship docked.
Just as Mary expected, Watson rushed over from London after receiving a telegram from the old fisherman.
Before departure, Watson contacted the publishing house to book the pick-up and drop-off cruise ship, but the other party said that the departure would be delayed.
The reason written in the contract was given. In case of bad weather, the cruise ship has the right to postpone the voyage.The hurricane has not completely left, and the key is swept by the tail of the wind and rain, and that feeling is not good.
Watson didn't want to wait another day.
He firmly believed that Mr. Minton would not let the old fisherman send a telegram for no reason. He must have some kind of ominous premonition, and he has experienced criminal cases and knows that the chance of escape is often fleeting.
Delay will miss the best rescue time.
Watson immediately contacted a professional sea rescue team and sailed to the small island of Derby in the North Sea.Encountered a few heavy rains along the way, but overall it was smooth.
When he went ashore, he was stared at by more than 30 pairs of eyes as soon as he explained his purpose.These gazes were too sincere and enthusiastic, like watching an angel save the world, and several of them finally gave him a bear hug uncontrollably.
Watson: What's going on here?It's too much, such a warm welcome attitude is a bit beyond the acceptable range.
Stop hugging!It’s about you, the owner of Page Island, you are a big man with gauze head and wounded, so don’t hug him.Oh no, he finally realized what the enthusiasm of southern Europeans is.
On the side, Mary looked at the sky and the ground for a while, but she didn't look at Watson, who was surrounded by everyone as a new generation of holy angels.
To some extent, the arrival of Watson completely ended the threat of the island explosion.After stepping on the rescue ship, people can really let go of their hanging hearts.
Everyone, including the owner of Page Island, the steward and servants, etc., all left Derby Island.
Next, Page will recruit professional explosion-proof personnel to thoroughly investigate what is under the metal plate of the secret room.
In the meantime, of course, ask Le Jude to find out.Dr. Jude is not in England, but settled in Amsterdam, Holland.
Mary expressed her hope to go together, even though she thought that Jude might not be seen in [-]% of the trip, but she still had to verify it herself.
Port of London, everyone parted.
Mycroft returned to Pall Mall.
His vacation is limited, and he will go to work in Whitehall tomorrow, so he will not accompany him to the Netherlands.
**
On July 7, the effects of the hurricane completely ended overnight.
After the storm, the sky in London is rare blue and clear.
Sherlock chose a fine weather and moved into Montague Street near the British Museum.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Mycroft was greeted unexpectedly. "I thought you'd be visiting on weekends."
Mycroft held out the gift bag containing the pipe of his choice.
"My dear brother is graduating from university and is about to start a new life in London, why don't I be the first to celebrate?"
Makes sense, but it's inevitably a little weird.
The Mycroft Sherlock had known had never been such an active man, except when queuing for dessert.
"Of course, you can come as soon as possible, and I am very glad that you can come. But tonight, the landlady has something to do and took the maid out. I originally wanted to eat some bread or something."
"It's okay, let's go to the restaurant at the intersection together. I'll treat you and welcome you to officially move into London."
Mycroft smiled and said, "After dinner, take a stroll with me. Sherlock, you always like to drill into corners and hope to know the topography of London well. Right now, is there any recommended bookstore? ?”
Want to go to an unpopular bookstore?
For the moment, Sherlock sees no problem with the proposed after-dinner walk.His older brother loved to read, otherwise there wouldn't be a club just for quiet reading.
Mycroft looked calm as usual, making one think that he was going to search for some obscure academic books.
In fact, he didn't even know what kind of books to buy.Is there a book that can be so enlightening that someone can guess someone's real name in a blink of an eye?
Like Mark Minton, that's obviously a man's pseudonym, what's his real name?
Back in London, Mycroft made a small wish, hoping to learn Mr. Minton's real name in the next step.
Isn't that too much?Exchanging names is a basic step in people's acquaintance.
He definitely didn't think too much, yes, he didn't think of the scene where he didn't know the real name of the other party when he confessed and proposed in the future.
Sherlock put away the gift bag and cast a casual glance at Mycroft as he turned.
Huh!Is it an illusion?Just for a moment, his beloved elder brother didn't know what to think, and smiled too softly.
Sherlock blinked hard and shook his head to make sure he was not dazzled.Then, facing Mycroft impartially, he looked like a fool.
Mycroft didn't feel guilty, and asked unhurriedly: "Sherlock, are you okay? Are you overworked in the graduation season? Are you a little silly?"
Sherlock: Did anyone say that about my brother?My dear brother, where is your conscience?