"It feels good to be back on the ground. Eric sat in an extended Porsche limousine. Apparently, Mrs. Hudson was very thoughtful. According to her, this is a fine tradition of the Nicholas School, which has gone to great lengths to perfect contingencies that they never want to activate.

After a few circles around Bacchus, Porsche finally drove out of the city and headed towards the Channel Tunnel. At this time, except for Mrs. Hudson and Caitlin, the other three were sleeping in the comfort of the rest of their lives, and Eric and Leonardo snored uncontrollably.

"What are you going to report?" asked Catelyn tentatively.

"You know. Caitlin hit a nice "side-kick".

"Of course. Mrs. Hudson didn't delve into it, but was concerned about her private affairs, "You seem to care about this detective very much." ”

"Is there any?" Caitlyn was struck in the heart, but still went out of her way to pretend that nothing had happened.

"In the Chamber of Secrets, your eyes will glance at him for an average of about 30 seconds. Mrs. Hudson put it mildly, "It is not a brilliant idea to deceive a politically seasoned psychologist." ”

"Hmm~ then?" Caitlyn pulled out the stance, she had to be ready to take the call, when she first entered the Sixth Mission, a famous man once told her that there are two kinds of people in the world who need to be wary of the most, one is a capitalist and the other is a politician, "You want to use this to blackmail me into having amnesia and forget everything in the Bacchus tunnel?"

"Coercion has never been my means of making a living. The corners of Mrs. Hudson's mouth lifted slightly, as if amused by Caitlin's "childish" conjecture, "I don't care if you report these things. As she spoke, Caitlin saw the confidence in her eyes and knew she wasn't bluffing.

Mrs. Hudson yawned and said lightly, "Rest for a while, the road is still long." With that, she adjusted the chair to a more suitable angle for resting, and then closed her eyes quietly. This baffles Catelyn, who is fully prepared to take over. She breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Eric with a snort, and couldn't help but smile.

"Why didn't she ask Chiko?" Caitlin saw Chiko next to Eric, could she also see that this was an unqualified agent, and might give up the CIA's chance to control a figure who could make huge waves in country E politics because of emotional factors?

On the contrary, however, it turns out that too naïve Caitlin is too naïve.

Six hours later, Porsche drove into Mrs. Hudson's private home in the Lenkinshire countryside. More of a castle than a residence, to be precise. Nowadays, there are only a handful of people who have private castles in country E. This Barthian castle is tucked away in a dense forest. According to Mrs. Hudson, the history of the castle can be traced back to the Tudor dynasty in the 15th century in country E, and even the oak trees that stand like soldiers on both sides of the road leading to the castle have experienced the baptism of the first industrial revolution.

Eric stuck to the car window and looked at the scenery around the castle, and said to Leonardo, "You're right, Mrs. Hudson is really rich!"

Leonardo said in surprise: "That's natural, Mrs. Hudson represents an ancient family in country K, and she is the fifteenth generation inheritor of this castle, that is to say, Mrs. Hudson holds the wealth that their family has accumulated for fifteen generations and hundreds of years, which is equivalent to the sum of all the properties of Bill Gates, Buffett, and Zuckerberg." I think that apart from the Rothschild family and the world-famous E royal family, Mrs. Hudson's family can be said to be the third largest nobleman in E country from the Middle Ages to the present. ”

Mrs. Hudson told the driver to slow down. At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun shone obliquely on the highest spire of the castle, and in the distance it could be seen that half of the majestic spire was illuminated red. As the black Porsche drove out of the oak forest, his straight line of sight opened up to a tall Gothic castle on a meadow that looked like a flat patch, with its rigid and straight curves climbing between the towers and fan arches, like an upward stretching link, trying to push the towers into the sky.

Qianzi had never been so close to such a magnificent castle, and couldn't help but envy: "This is a fairy tale!"

Mrs. Hudson smiled, "Yes, for as long as I can remember, I've always felt like a square stone pressed down from the sky. If it weren't for the feelings of my ancestors, I would have liked to change its lines to be gentle. ”

Led by the castle's butler, Ms. Monica, Eric and his party entered the castle's hall, although the scenery, decorations, and antiques along the way amazed the newcomers. But Caitlin noticed that after Monica whispered a few words to Mrs. Hudson, Mrs. Hudson's lips flashed a warm smile that she had never had.

"Please come in. Monica pushed open the door to the living room and respectfully extended an invitation to the crowd. Although he had not yet entered the door, he could already see a Mediterranean man sitting on a rhinoceros sofa with his back to the door. Mrs. Hudson, who was at the front, turned back to Caitlyn and snorted, and Caitlyn was slightly stunned, and immediately understood what she meant. Caitlyn took a deep breath, she guessed what kind of character the "Iron Lady" lady would move out to make her automatically amnesia, could it be the prime minister?

"You're too slow!"

Caitlyn stopped, her form frozen. She patted her left ear gently, could it be that she had misheard?

Seeing her strangeness, Chiko asked with concern, "What's wrong, uncomfortable?" Catelyn didn't answer, she shook Chiko off, quickened her pace, and squeezed through the door.

The man seemed to have a pair of invisible eyes behind his back, and he rebuked, "As an agent, being calm at all times is the most basic quality, otherwise you don't deserve to be in the Special Intelligence Force, Caitlin, I remember I have already taught you once!"

Catelyn immediately stopped. Seeing Caitlin's strange behavior, Eric seemed to have guessed something, and he said to Leonardo playfully, "Old fellow, you hide your backer quite deeply. ”

Leonardo turned his head and snorted coldly, he glanced at Mrs. Hudson dissatisfied, as if complaining: You shouldn't have invited him!