The conscientious secretary added the Victorian sponge cake to her boss's afternoon tea order, and checked her boss's itinerary again to make sure that no one disturbed the good time of the boss's brothers during this time← for which the secretary sincerely hoped that the reality would be as good as the wish.

However, at the very beginning, Miss Secretary was hit head-on by the skinny reality-

Gu Qing came half an hour earlier than expected, and Mycroft was having a video conference in the office, and Anthea received him undeniably: "You took the boss's card?" ”

Gu Qing shook his head, he dragged his brown satchel and sat down, "I told the doorman that I was paid by Mycroft to invite me to have a beautiful afternoon tea together, so they let me in, I don't know why their expressions became very delicate." ”

Anthea: "...... The joke is not funny at all. "Your boss isn't stupid enough to call Recruit Boy in the MI5 base camp, okay? No, Anthea thought she was spitting too much, but she looked at little Sherlock Holmes, who was sitting upright in his chair. A pointed collar shirt with black dots on a white background, a white cardigan, black trousers and retro casual shoes, red lips and white teeth, slender and tall, I have to say that this one is very popular with political dignitaries and celebrities. Anthea was alarmed that she had such an idea, and for the sake of her year-end bonus, she quickly put such an idea back in the recycle bin to delete. Swear to the queen that the youngest Sherlock Holmes is definitely a pure and beautiful angel!

"Oh well, I said I was your little boyfriend." "Pure and beautiful angel" said with a smile that was brighter than the sun outside, and even winked playfully.

Anthea immediately lowered her head, and she deeply realized that even if they were close at hand, the two of them would still use their mobile phones to communicate, once again praising modern technology. [You're early, is there something else?] ――A]

[I'd like to say hi to a friend I haven't seen in a while.] ――PH]

Anthea quickly reacted to who Gu Qing said about "a friend who hasn't seen you for a while", uh, what should I say, thanks to his boss's unparalleled protection (control) and protection (system) desire, the cats and dogs that appeared next to his younger brothers are archived in MI5, not to mention rare friends.

Sherlock has no friends over there, Gu Qing only has two friends here, one is gone before he has time to file and manage, and the other is a first-level monitoring← if it weren't for this one who is now a member of the MI6 Quartermaster Department, the monitoring level is definitely more than just a level.

So, [you have to be clear, you're now on MI5 (NSA) territory, not MI6 (Secret Intelligence Service).] ――A]

[I know, so you don't mind if I borrow the MI5's network, do you?] ――PH]

[You're welcome, huh.] - A] Anthea refused to let herself be tired anymore, anyway, even if there was really an accident at that time, and her own boss willingly dealt with the aftermath, Anthea thought about MI6's tough Mrs. M again, she really didn't worry about the two intelligence departments competing against each other at all, hehe. Of course, this is all based on the discovery of Gu Qing's invasion of MI6 from MI5, so the secretary is much more relieved.

Gu Qing, who got permission, connected to the network and went through the network to find his friend Benjamin. Benjamin, who was checking the code in the MI6 Quartermaster Department, received a hidden message: [First of all, please stay calm, don't look around, I just came to say hello to you, how are you?] ――PH]

Benjamin: "......" He picked up the mug placed not far away with an expressionless face, took a sip of Earl Grey tea to calm down, and took another sip before returning to the computer screen, before replying, he keenly noticed that this hidden information came from inside MI6, he pushed his glasses and asked in an uncertain tone: [What are you doing?] ――B]

[Obviously I'm texting you, oh, if you're asking me where I'm doing, I'm getting ready for afternoon tea with someone.] ――PH]

[What did you do?] Did you hack MI6? ――B]

[I caught you~ It turns out that you do work in the government department, and to answer your questions, I didn't hack into the Secret Intelligence Bureau. ――PH]

Benjamin rolled his eyes slightly, his hand on the keyboard without tapping immediately. Even if he has only known Gu Qing for less than two semesters, he also doesn't have many friends, and Gu Qing's friend is really unforgettable, in all aspects. Sure enough, the next hidden message came: [Actually, I was a guest at the NSA and was waiting for my Victorian sponge cake.] ――PH]

[A solemn warning to you: be lenient in confession, and strict in resisting.] - B] Of course, Benjamin is worried about his good friend, but he thinks that Gu Qing's situation is not very bad, after all, he can still touch electronic devices in MI5, and even have leisure to reach MI6, and even Victoria sponge cake, so he can't be regarded as a "captive" in the general sense.

Gu Qing, who was advised, smiled and showed his little tiger teeth, and the secretary who was working couldn't help but look up, and once again sighed that he had a particularly deceptive appearance, but Gu Qing thought about it and replied to his good friend: [The chief here is a charming middle-aged man, after all, he is open and friendly and provides me with a very delicious afternoon tea. Speaking of which, do you remember when we talked about sexuality before? ――PH]

Benjamin almost missed the mug he just picked up, he stared at the hidden information, and after confirming once again that he had not compiled a mistake, he first put the mug on the other side of the table, took a small breath, and waited for ten seconds without waiting for Gu Qing's next message saying that it was just a cold joke, he replied dryly: [You are playing with fire, Patrick!] ――PH]

Gu Qing laughed.

Anthea was curious: "Can I know why?" ”

Gu Qing's little tiger teeth were shining: "I made a kitten blow up." ”

Anthea: "......" playboy style really came as soon as he said it, and I was a cute little angel!

Then the two of them continued to look at the screen, and Gu Qing gave the fried Ben Meow Shun Mao: [It took me a little more time to understand what you mean, but I think you misunderstood, my friend, believe me I am not morally degraded to the point where you think. ――PH]

Benjamin really rolled his eyes this time, saying that you seem to have that thing. He was still very angry, so he didn't immediately reply to Gu Qing's hidden message, put it aside, and turned his attention back to his work. As for why he didn't just break the link, he wasn't reluctant, but he couldn't act rashly without knowing what Gu Qing was doing, he didn't want to alarm the entire Quartermaster Department, he was very satisfied with his current work.

For the same reason, when the hidden information changes again, Benjamin compiles it as soon as possible. [I think in the future we will become peers and continue to love each other, with a lot of love, right?] ――PH]

[yes, I was moved to tears, so you don't mind if I go find a tissue to wipe my tears, do you?] ――B]

[As you wish, my friend.] - PH] After this hidden information was received, every trace of qiē receded like a tide. Of course, there are still some traces left when the tide goes out, but in the world of code, there are always people who can erase all traces as if they never came. Quietly come, quietly go, except for the parties, the MI6 system has not been alarmed in the slightest.

Benjamin bit his bright red lip and couldn't help but quietly the corners of his mouth as he picked up his mug and drank tea.

――Why don't you remember #Eat a trench and grow a wisdom#AhBen.,After so many times, you shouldn't easily believe that some little bastard who can run a train in his mouth.。 Gu Qing said that he was a peer, but he was not a peer (a technician from the Technical Support Department/Quartermaster Department) that my dear Ben thought he was. Benjamin, who believed in his friend, didn't know it yet, and by the time he knew the truth, it was already a long time later. And when that time comes, I can only say that I hope the friendship lasts forever.

Gu Qing and the chief of MI5, no, it should be said that the chief of all the British intelligence services, Mycroft, had a very pleasant afternoon tea. Gu Qing came to Mycroft's office for the first time, he meant the real office, as far as he knew, Mycroft had six ordinary offices in London, he greeted his brother, and by the way, greeted another, "How is Sherlock?" ”

"Should I know?" Mycroft smiled reservedly, and a slight smile line appeared in the corners of his eyes, which was different from his usual official smile.

"Of course you know, and you see that's why I don't want to be under your wing in the future, Mycroft." Gu Qing directly threw a straight shot out, and Mycroft's very threatening gray-blue eyes swirled on his younger brother, "The young eagle always wants to fly out of the nest before its wings are full, I can understand it. He sighed pretentiously, looking a little nerve-wracking and a little pleasant.

"For the sake of your hairline, it's time for you to stop this mother-chicken-like mentality, Mycrof." Although Gu Qing said this, in order to show that he had no malicious intent, he gave a piece of the Victorian sponge cake with cranberry sauce on his side to McCroft. "Only one piece."

Mycroft snorted, "Patrick, if you're trying to convince me, you're too stingy. ”

"I thought you had acquiesced, did I misunderstand?" Gu Qing blinked, trying to sprout the Great Demon King, but unfortunately Mycroft was unmoved, he flattened his mouth and said, "Okay, then I don't mind saying it another way, 'I'm just here to inform you, not to ask for your opinion'." As for Mycroft, he did not hide his disgust: "Patrick, don't reduce yourself to a goldfish. ”

Gu Qing shrugged: "I thought it would be very imposing for me to say it, I'm sorry." ”

"Accept your apology." There was a smile in Mycroft's gray-blue eyes, and he enjoyed eating the Victorian sponge cake that Gu Qing gave him, while not forgetting to answer the question raised by his younger brother at the beginning: "You should really see with your own eyes Sherlock dressing himself up as a homeless man, he seems to be very fond of building his network of homeless people." ”

Gu Qing felt that he could have kept a text message with Sherlock as usual, instead of visiting him in person—speaking of which, he really hadn't been there once after Sherlock moved to 221B Baker Street—at least before Sherlock was not so keen on exchanging feelings with the homeless in the dark alleys of London.

None of them mentioned Jim again, nor did they quarrel again on the topic of future career choices, which was quite the biggest posture of the world's biggest dessert. Of course, compared to Mycroft's expression of struggling from time to time, Gu Qingke, who has shiny teeth and an improved version of the T virus protector, is unscrupulous, and during this period, he asked Mycroft, who had finished afternoon tea early, with innocent and innocent eyes: "Are you on a diet?" ”

Mycroft smirked and drank his cup of bone china teacup, a little envious of the little villain in front of him.

When Gu Qing was full of food and drink and was about to slip away, McCroft's voice sounded from behind him: "Don't let Mommy worry, okay?" ”

Gu Qing was not very satisfied, you must know that as Mommy's apple pie (of course, this title makes Gu Qing uncomfortable most of the time), it has always been his tried and tested trick to sacrifice Mommy to suppress the two brothers, and now Mycroft, who is the least qualified to say so, actually secretly learned this trick, hum.

He turned to look at Mycroft, "So, you're going to help your youngest, not yet adult, always well-behaved brother hide from Mommy, right?" Don't glare at me, McCroft should have expected such a day when you happily took over custody of me from Mommy, didn't you? The younger brother, who had always been very well-behaved, smiled slyly and endearingly as he spoke, and then pushed the door open under the threatening gaze of McCroft, and then probed in again: "In exchange, I will sell you the algorithm at the market price this time." ”

"Etiquette, Patrick!" Mycroft said unusually sternly, he waved his hand as if he wanted to shake away the more well-behaved one of his brothers as a fly, and after the office door was completely closed, Mycroft put a cheek on his cheek, but this sad look did not last long, and in the empty office, Mycroft couldn't help but smile with a little pride.

Perhaps an unofficial meeting with the head of a civil society organization is on the agenda.

Gu Qing left Mycroft's office comfortably, and the secretary was already on standby not far away, she was mainly responsible for sending Gu Qing back to Cambridge safely, and on the way, she would be a microphone - Sherlock Holmes is not good at communicating like ordinary family members, and it is a euphemism to say that they are not good at it, and at this time the role of the secretary is highlighted, and she is responsible for analyzing the Sherlock Holmes-style communication method into an ordinary person model, so as to achieve the purpose of allowing them to communicate smoothly with her transit station, Even if they can communicate one-on-one.

- So please don't extrapolate Sherlock Holmes with common sense.

[May I know why you want to be a "tailor"?] You know, with your ingenuity, you can become a scientist or work in MI5's technical support department. - A] Anthea thought that her boss would prefer his younger brother to choose the latter, so that he could completely put it under his nose, not to mention that he had extraordinary talents, just like this brainwashing artwork that kept pace with the times, the monkeys in the technical support department worshipped him before they saw him.

But what about the person concerned, with such unparalleled skills and talents, but he just wants to go to the front line, which is like #You can eat with your face but you have to rely on your talent#, no, no, this metaphor is actually not so appropriate.

The secretary was still thinking of a more appropriate analogy when she heard a deep and incomprehensible voice ringing in her ears: "You know I'm sitting next to you, you can just talk to me instead of texting, right?" ”

Anthea: "......" She used to complain like this, but when she heard Gu Qing's words, her first reaction was still to look down at her phone and type a reply, and finally realized the problem halfway through typing, but she still insisted on typing that reply with black lines on her head: [Why didn't you bring it up when we did it for the first time?] ――A]

Gu Qing was extremely innocent: "I thought it was a more convenient way for you to choose, as a gentleman, I naturally respect the lady's choice." ”

Anthea: "......" is tired. She took out Gao Suzhì, who was an assistant to the British government, and resolutely chose to continue texting: [Then you, as a gentleman, can you answer my question now?] ――A]

Gu Qing chose to respect the lady's choice, and they continued to text messages: [Of course, they were influenced by Mycroft and Sherlock, and they did not hesitate to serve the people. ――PH]

Anthea silently recited "God Save the Queen" three times in her heart, and decided to look forward: [The boss asked me to give you the information of the king-sman, and now it has been sent to your mailbox.] ――A]

Gu Qing opened the mailbox and winked at the basic information that could no longer be basic, of course he would not believe that MI5 had such basic information, and as far as he knew now, he knew more than McCroft asked Anthea to give him. He muttered, "Mycroft is so boyish. ”

Miss Secretary selectively lost her hearing, and focused on texting: [Very responsibly tell you that the way they select is usually after the unfortunate death of the incumbent agent, and the candidates are recommended by other agents.] Further, their candidates are basically excellent descendants selected from their respective families. ――A]

[It's even more challenging, do you know what I like most about this independent international intelligence agency?] ――PH]

Anthea didn't have the luxury of expecting her boss's youngest brother to retreat from the odds - please, "retreating from the odds" doesn't exist in the Sherlock Holmes' dictionaries, okay? - She's done her job.

Looking at the name that had changed automatically, Anthea wondered in her mind, the highest discretion (that's what they claimed)? There is no so-called political tie-up and bureaucracy (after all, it is a civil organization)? A free land that has not been infiltrated by its own boss (which is also to be considered)?

No, no, no, Anthea felt that she couldn't use her mortal wisdom to think about the questions posed by the Sherlock Holmes, and finally she gave an answer: [Their overalls?] - A] The royal gentlemen have the advantage of making natural workwear, and the façade of their secret base is an old tailor shop with a long history and great reputation.

Anthea knew that she had guessed right when she saw Gu Qing's white teeth, and inexplicably she began to worry about the royal gentleman......

Four years later, the city of Bergen, Austria.

The Water Opera House on Lake Constance, where celebrities from all walks of life gather to see Tosca by G. Puccini.

The front desk ladies sent small gifts to the guests with polite smiles, and when they saw a guest walking towards them, Caryl, who was in charge of checking the names of the guests, couldn't help but smile brightly, and her voice softened: "Sir, your name?" ”

"Sain Carroll." The young man who spoke was wearing a navy blue pinstripe three-piece suit, and the naturally curly black hair was originally meant to be neatly arranged by the owner, but it was a pity that they had their own will, and most of them were not obedient. He had very beautiful blue-green eyes, and even the tortoiseshell brown glasses did not diminish the sparkle of those large eyes.

A handsome and tall young man, not to mention that he is worth a lot of money in his clothes, and of course, more importantly, he came alone, without a female or male companion by his side.

Although Caryl knew that she was working, she couldn't help but be distracted by the other party, and what was even more important was that the other party obviously did not have the arrogance of those celebrities, and her polite and polite smile revealed sincerity.

Caryl felt that she couldn't take her eyes off the smile, and it wasn't until the other party reported her name again that Caryl looked down at the guest list in a little panic, and when she found the other party's name, she blushed and handed the bag containing the small gift to the other party.

"Thank you." The young man who had passed the gift bag also did not forget to thank him politely, and after bowing his head slightly, he turned to leave, and the teaser of Merlin, who witnessed the process through the glasses he was wearing, came from the other end: "Neuro-linguistic programming is really a very magical subject, right?" But we're not here to let you apply the results of your training in this discipline to irrelevant personnel, Gareth. ”

"I didn't do anything." The young man known as "Gareth" said he was innocent.

"I know, I just don't want you to be so complacent." Merlin, an instructor at the Ace Secret Service Academy, the head of an intelligence organization, and a veteran agent as a technology developer, said unceremoniously, but he said it with a smile, which was obviously a good-natured joke. At this time, I heard a serious report from the man codenamed "Gareth" AKA King, phew, the royal gentleman's ace agent, a young man commonly known as Gu Qing: "High energy ahead, hint: The man who uses male color to the extreme is here." ”

Merlin twitched the corners of his mouth, "What's that?" When he saw the blonde man who appeared in his field of vision through Gu Qing's glasses, he suddenly realized, "MI6's James Bond, he's here too, it seems that this time we have a tough battle to fight." ”