Song Yiqiao's idea is that Taylor and Hubert will not let either go.

Therefore, the key to connecting them is Song Yiqiao's identity, and when she presents the evidence of the email, Taylor's suspicious gaze finally eases a little.

"You know, she was almost killed by Hubert, so the main target this time is Hubert."

"I want to see her."

"No, you can't." Song Yiqiao directly refused, "Her current body has not recovered, and if she is damaged, it will be over." What's more, it's so dangerous outside, and with Ferro's men eyeing us, we can't afford to be wrong. ”

Taylor didn't get angry either, but changed the subject. He put his hands on his shoulders and asked with great interest, "Okay, okay, what do you want to do?" ”

"Now you need to use your identity, in some high-sounding name, in short, whatever it is, to lure Hubert to a place, Joe needs to talk to him alone."

"Face to face? Are you really confident that you are not afraid of capsizing? ”

"That's not something you need to think about. In short, there are some things that are not clearly stated in person, and even killing him is not enough to calm the anger. ”

Song Yiqiao's eyes turned to a solemn one, full of the cold air of winter.

“……”

Taylor looked at her and suddenly spoke, "Why don't you talk about you?" ”

"The less you know about me, the better." Song Yiqiao pulled a polite smile, "There is one last question, the later you show more horses' feet, I am friendly and advised, the night after tomorrow at the latest, I hope you can finish these things." ”

"I guess that's not the last question, my good girl."

Taylor raised a finger and shook it: "How can I make sure that you are not lying, when the time comes, then I will suffer a big loss, those mafia forces are not ordinary people can afford to win." ”

That's why Song Yiqiao did this.

Even if it is a fairly large organization, going against Ferro is tantamount to a dead end, and no one is stupid enough to do such a stupid thing. But Taylor is different, he is ambitious, never afraid of death, such a person, living a day is a day, and he will not think too much about the future development.

Typical of an extremely dark personality. But I have to say that a person like Taylor who doesn't care about a qiē is more likely to go further because he is willing to discard.

She pulled out a folded piece of paper from her bag and handed it to Taylor.

"Greetings."

Taylor opened it nonchalantly, and the next second, his eyes froze. He skimmed by the lines, resting on the last letter, his expression darkening into obscurity.

"How did you get this information?"

"The old rules, secrecy, a little sincerity. Can you believe it now? ”

Both knew what it meant.

From the first generation to the present, the Ferro family has become more and more powerful, but now in the era of relative peace, their status is gradually not as good as before. No, it should be said that Hubert wanted to control more power as he did in the most prosperous period, so that everyone would bow down to him.

"He inherited the whole family from a teenager and it was only natural to have some special means. However, compared to the chuck of other families, Ferro seems to be becoming more and more arrogant. Don't you think it's weird? ”

That's what Sherlock said at the time.

"He used each other with the woman who had the same system as you, collecting evidence, coercing and seducing, and establishing complex relationships with important people in various countries, trying to spread his influence in every country."

"Isn't there anyone stopping him?"

"When you and your family are caught in a fatal place, even the president needs to weigh it up."

“……”

Perhaps, it is not a good choice to let Sherlock get involved. He has family and close friends, and he is not like he is alone, and if he is implicated, it is like the kidnapping that Hannibal teased before, and she can't afford to lose the slightest mistake, not to mention that Hubert doesn't care about human life at all.

She......

Song Yiqiao clenched his fists: "Are you scared?" Afraid of his revenge, he ran away like an outlaw for the rest of his life. ”

"It won't get to that point, I promise."

As she spoke, one hand held her fist, and the sudden warm touch made Song Yiqiao's heart tremble. She quickly suppressed her panicked feelings, but on the surface she remained silent, and asked in a steady tone, "Are you doing this to take advantage of me?" ”

Without saying a word, Sherlock broke her fingers one by one, her clenched fists stretched out again, and the next second, her slender fingers snapped together and clasped tightly with her hand.

"Miss Song, although I'm glad to see that you can think perfectly, it's also part of my responsibility as a girlfriend to rely on me occasionally."

“……”

A touch of crimson appeared on Song Yiqiao's face.

She looked at the handsome face that was no longer strange, and even if the other party's tone was flat, she couldn't hide the tenderness in it. Song Yiqiao couldn't help but laugh and shook Sherlock's hand back.

The warm touch of the fingertips and palms seems to penetrate through the palms of the hands to the heart that is no longer cold.

"If you're not afraid of trouble," she blinked, her fluttering eyelashes in a beautiful arc, "then please help me." ”

The corners of Sherlock's lips curled.

"Willing to help."

……

After only a few seconds of recall, Song Yiqiao came back to her senses, her scattered broken hair covered her cheeks, and she could only hear her faint voice: "When I see him, I will hand over the rest of the evidence to you, I believe you can do it well." ”

Taylor looked at her deeply, and for a long time, clenched the paper in his hand.

"Deal."

Song Yiqiao, who was walking in the dark night, wrapped his coat tightly, and although it was early spring, it was still a little cold. She quickened her pace, listened to the system's chime, and hurried back to the hotel.

In fact, this is the biggest lie.

Taylor knew what Hubert was doing, and he should have vaguely identified some candidates before he was convinced of the evidence given by Song Yiqiao. However, Hubert does everything leaklessly, how can he be found out so much?

The truth is, what is written on the paper is what Sherlock deduces based on Hubert's usual social interactions.

Judging from Taylor's expression, this forged evidence is probably not much different from the real thing, but the only evidence they have is the one in Taylor's hand.

It was the boldest decision Song Yiqiao had ever made, and they were caught off guard by their desperate determination. All the information she gave Taylor was all she knew, and with a confident look of stride it was to catch a bigger fish, and with that bait alone, Taylor fell for it as she and Sherlock had imagined.

Who would have expected that all the actions this time were Song Yiqiao alone.

What an empty glove white wolf.

She was still thinking about whether there was a loophole in her words today, and at the same time rehearsing the upcoming important moment, after coming out of the bathroom, Song Yiqiao lay on her back on the bed with her hair scattered.

Short hair is too worry-free, and when she returns to her body, she must cut her hair short.

Thinking of this, Song Yiqiao's eyes fell on the quiet mobile phone. She picks up her phone and completely deletes all the call logs and messages, I'm afraid that the forces on both sides have sensed that something is wrong, and she has to destroy all the evidence before she is spied on. After making sure that it was correct, Song Yiqiao's fingertips tapped and sent a message to a number.

"Cooperation, ready to meet."

The nickname on it is Joe.

The IP address of the calling card was processed by Sherlock, and it was impossible to find out where the address was for a while, in the final analysis, just to create a false impression that Taylor would be suspicious of "Song Yiqiao".

That guy can't believe that Song Yiqiao is really resurrected with a few words, and he will definitely search her identity, so the communication records she pretended to cover up are all left for Taylor to see.

Song Yiqiao put down her phone, closed her eyes relaxedly, and fell asleep in a daze.

What is Sherlock doing now......

It's sunset evenings in London, and the concrete floors on the streets still bear traces of the rain that had just fallen last night, and damp puddles are scattered everywhere, which can splash on the trouser legs if you are not careful.

In the crowd of people coming and going, there was a middle-aged man with a black umbrella in one hand, walking slowly forward, his trouser legs were brand new and clean, leaving no traces of mud.

Suddenly, the man stopped and looked up as if telepathically.

A window on the second floor of the apartment was opened, and Sherlock's hand was resting on the window, his gaze like a torch, as if a sharp blade was coming straight at him.

"Long time no see." He smiled and nodded.

“……”

The two sat on the couch, and Sherlock had no intention of entertaining the guests, instead starting to look down and play with his phone.

Mycroft was very calm, his hand was on the handle of the umbrella, and the two sat quietly for a while before slowly speaking: "I will do what you explain, so don't interfere anymore." ”

"These are two different things, and they have nothing to do with you."

"That girl ......"

Mycroft just got up, and his brother suddenly raised his head, his gray eyes as cold as his own, not like the usual mockery just now, but with displeasure.

“…… I understand. ”

Did you unknowingly get to this point?

Mycroft had to admit that he was really careless, and if he had cut it off in time when he found the signs, he would not have been in the current situation.

"I'm an adult, I'll take responsibility for my actions, and even if you're my brother, you're not qualified to dictate my private life. So do you really get it? ”

"I think so."

He didn't have a choice.

The two were silent for a while, as if neither of them had forgotten the purpose of the conversation. Mycroft sighed slightly in his heart, glanced at the dark sky, and said calmly, "When this is over, take her to meet her parents, they miss you too." ”

Sherlock's gaze flickered slightly.

"I have my own arrangements."

"In that case, I won't bother you, take care of yourself."

Mycroft stood up, straightened his suit, and picked up his umbrella to get ready to head out.

"Thank you."

The rare thousand-year-old thank you from behind made Mycroft stunned for a moment, although the other party's tone was cold, and he couldn't hear the slightest thanks.

He smiled for the first time in a long time, not as an official.

"You're my only brother, and I deserve it."

……

United States.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

As soon as she woke up, Song Yiqiao was full of energy, and after stretching, her mobile phone suddenly rang with a text message prompt tone.

When I opened it, it was really from Taylor.

"How's it going tonight at nine o'clock?"