Mycroft's mission didn't go well, he wasn't a man who liked to take the initiative, and in order to lure out his traitors, he chose to wait quietly and wait for his prey to slowly come out of the darkness. Finally, the iceman Mycrof Holmes, known as the working machine qì, appeared as a "cha cuò", and he was left alone in the temporary station.

In the eyes of Agent 3 Mark Eden, this is simply a gift from God, and Mycroft is like a piece of fat in front of his eyes, as long as he kidnaps Mycroft away he will be able to get a large sum of money, enough money for him to change his nationality with his family.

It can only be said that this is a poor man who has been deceived by Mycroft's appearance, he has been an agent for two years, which happens to be the time when Mycroft is trying to climb up, and during this time, Mycroft Holmes rarely goes out to the field, even if he goes out to work, especially this kind of hands-on fieldwork, he does it secretly in the name of visiting Wèn. So poor Mark Aiden was deceived, and in his opinion McCroft was just a boss with a lot of power and only a brain.

He swooped in, sneaked into McCroft's side and pointed his gun at Mycroft's temple, trying to coerce McCroft into leaving with him.

Who knew that the person was sitting there without even changing his position, and when the phone rang, he still had the leisure to read the message, and even replied to the unknown text message.

Mark Aiden's hands began to tremble, and he began to feel extremely uneasy, thinking that there must be some ambush in this.

So he failed, and there was no ambush, only Mycroft Holmes, whom he had misunderstood, who swallowed as he looked at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him and the smirk on his face.

"Why do you want to say why Holmes, sitting in the office, actually plays with guns?" Mycroft saw through him, all the words he wanted to say were written on his face, and the man nodded slowly He wanted to know why, just saw that Mycroft's smile was even bigger, "MI6 is extremely secretive, so as a novice, it's normal for you not to know." ”

The man wanted to refute that he was not a novice, but he couldn't say anything when the words came to his lips.

"My previous code name was Agent One, Ace."

Mycroft pulled the trigger, and the agent was the least unforgivable for treason, the only thing to be thankful for was that their mission was not to involve the security of the country, otherwise he would not have been able to apologize for his death. When Mycroft puts down his gun, Mark Aiden's family will get a sum of money from the state, they won't tell his family that Mark Aiden was secretly executed for treason, and they'll fake a hero image to him.

"Boss, it's all dealt with, and the witness has been brought back."

The tall white man appeared in McCroft's makeshift office, as if he hadn't seen Mark Eden's body, and while Mycroft waited for his prey, his men had indeed gone on other errands, and their mission was almost over, and they were trying to get back the witnesses who had been accidentally let go.

"Very well, bring back Mark Aiden's ashes, and you will return them to his family personally."

"Yes." The man hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm sorry to let you come here in person this time." ”

Mycroft hasn't done anything for a long time, and they all know about it, but this time because of a mistake that alerted the big boss to finish it in person, it was caused by their lack of ability.

"So I don't want a next time."

Mycroft picked up his black umbrella from the table and left the room in a haunting manner. The man looked at Mycroft's back and bowed his head respectfully, this man deserves the respect and learning of all agents, not only is he extremely smart and smart, but the most important thing is that he was codenamed NO.1 when he worked in MI6, not the NO.1 of the squad, but the ace agent No. 1 of the entire organization.

"I can finally go back, I really don't like the weather here."

Mr. McCroft held up his little black umbrella, and he held his phone in one hand and sent out a text message.

It's snowing in a corner of the world, it's beautiful, and goodnight Greg. ――M

After Lestrade put Raven to sleep again, he saw McCroft's text message, he smiled and shook his head, and said that this is a secret mission, Mr. Little Official, and he can't even say where he is, somewhere in the world...... It's a McCroft statement.

Eventually, this new case found a breakthrough in Sherlock's reasoning, and they found the identity of the victim and determined the time of his death, after countless tests.

The man who was dressed as a doll was Zach Seves, a Belarusian, who had only come to London to work in recent years, single without a girlfriend, living in a rented house, and did not come to work on June 20, and no one answered several phone calls from the company, so he was dismissed a week later.

After determining the time of disappearance, the time of death was also roughly determined, it should have died around June 22, and the time of abandonment was probably at the end of October, and after another examination, Anderson could confirm that the body of the deceased Mr. Zach Servis had a large dose of embalming, and the polyurethane resin also isolated it from a large amount of humid air, so it was abandoned at least four months after death, and all the time according to the inflow of the river coincided.

Lestrade held the new report in his hand, still the same creepy, the case was so weird that the breakthrough made things even more complicated.

"Any clues about the dress on the deceased?"

The gift has a number on it, which may have been sewn by the murderer himself, or he may have asked the tailor to make it, as long as it passes through the hands of outsiders, it will definitely leave clues, and besides, the gorgeous Victorian dresses will not be sold in large quantities except for special ones, and it is theoretically easy to find.

"I'm sorry boss, we can't find this clue, we have asked all the tailor shops in London, and no one has done it. We also put the breakthrough on the Internet, but unfortunately ......"

Donovan didn't finish her sentence, she knew Lestrade would understand what she meant.

"So it's possible that this dress is...... Did the murderer do it himself? ”

"It's very likely."

Lestrade was lost in thought, and it didn't make sense, Hannibal said that the murderer was a perfectionist, maybe he liked everything to be perfect, and the portrait doll was probably his proud work, if you think about it, if he was a murderer, he didn't want someone to make clothes for his doll.

"This is even more difficult to check, by the way, have all the missing population information I wanted in the past few years been found?"

Donovan pulled out a file bag from behind his back, a very thick one.

Lestrade looked at her in disbelief, and he pointed to the file that was placed on his desk and said, "Are you sure?" ”

"Boss, it looks like London has more missing people than we thought."

Donovan was also taken aback when he first saw it, there were at least nearly 400 missing people in the last two years, not including those who might have gone unreported like Zach Sevis. Every department in Scotland Yard has its own job, and to be honest, in a city with a lot of people like London, it's entirely possible to go missing one or two people a day without being found, because no one cares about everyone in London every day, right, and the people involved don't care, and it's a thank god that the number is only four hundred.

"I remember Zach Servis didn't have a monitor where he lived, did he?"

It is impossible for the 400 people to be the victims involved in this incident, there must be something related to this, and the first thing Lestrade has to investigate is the sudden disappearance, and the lack of surveillance equipment near the residence.

Lestrade was so upset by these missing people that he chose to take the information home for study, and there were about two hundred and thirty people left according to the above screening method, which is another big number.

Now that the dining table in Lestrade's house was covered with improvised files, Lestrade scratched his head, and he couldn't figure out what else was connected to the deceased Zack Cervis among the more than 200 people.

Wait, Sherlock said that Zach Servis is in good shape, so fat people and people with disabilities can be eliminated.

This seems to have been reduced by a fraction.

Lestrade looked at the file in front of him and sighed, Sherlock sat on the sofa angrily and ignored people, just when he wanted to intervene just now, he was driven off the table by Lestrade, and even Lestrade threatened that if he interfered casually, Sherlock would not see any cases in the future.

"Dad, are you doing a census?"

Harry rubbed over and stood next to Lestrade and asked in a low voice, Lestrade laughed twice, he was a person who would not let his work affect his family, so no matter how depressed he was now, he still smiled and said to Harry, "Oh yes, a little investigation. ”

"Tsk, investigate?! I think you're looking for ......."

"Sherlock, how about a game of chess?"

Sherlock was once again interrupted by Hannibal what he wanted to say, he had already made a mocking tone, who knew that it was broken, but Hannibal's chess attracted him, anyway, boring is boring, it is better to find something to pass the time. Sherlock waited for the return of Mycroft Dead Fat Holmes, and only when his obnoxious brother returned, would his drug rehabilitation be over.

At that time, Lestrade could not stop him.

"Where's the chessboard?"

Sherlock said that it was really a temporary idea, and he didn't even set up the chessboard and chess pieces.

Who knows that Hannibal tilted his head and nodded his brain, "It's all here." ”

"Temple of Thought?!"

"I prefer to call him the Palace of Memory, as a condition for me to show you, you don't bother Greg for the time being."

This is the third person in Sherlock's life to see that he can use the Temple of Mind, the first two being Sherlock Holmes.

"Of course!"

Sherlock agreed without even thinking about it, and Lestrade wouldn't let him interfere anyway, and even if he did, it wouldn't be of much use, so he was even more curious about Hannibal, who always surprised him.

High IQ non-goldfish, high EQ, short protection, master of psychology, memory palace.

These are the labels that Sherlock can put on Hannibal.

"Let's get started."

"Remember our agreement, Sherlock."

Hannibal sat in his favorite spot in his office, and across from him was Sherlock, the Sherlock he imprinted on his brain.

"One step to the left."

Hannibal, who was white, took the lead, and he threw his soldiers out of the way, first of all, temptation.

What Sherlock's temple of memory looks like, let's show it in front of him.

In a deserted suburban villa area, one villa is rarely lit up, and you can see a man humming a wedding march through the crowd, holding a beautiful white wedding dress in the Victorian style. Nodding his wedding dress with the blonde girl lying on the ground, he stretched out a hand and gently brushed it over the girl's face.

"Darling, relax, you're going to be my most beautiful dancer, with your friends."

The girl's eyes widened, the "crowd" in the hall of the villa in this room was actually all dolls, and they were all made ...... Made by real people.

"Relax...... My dear...... My perfect seventeen. ”

“Helpme……”