In fact, this isn't the first time Mycroft has asked Sherlock to help him investigate something.

For example, some spies planted by other countries, he used to dismantle an entire underground network of terrorists even by himself.

I have to say that in some ways, among some of the agents below him, there is no one better than him, and he admits this.

With his current status, he naturally can't do everything himself.

But this time, Mycroft obviously didn't expect his investigation, that is, two months have passed

On this day, Mycroft sat in his office in the 7th arrondissement.

Although the space of this underground civil air defense facility is relatively tight, his office is still relatively large.

A quaint wooden desk with a short-haired carpet and a lot of papers on the desk.

In fact he also had an office in the palace, where the air was better and bigger.

The people of the royal family are very good at enjoying it, so it stands to reason that the offices there can be said to be luxurious.

He usually uses the office when he needs to deal with some particularly confidential documents.

He wore glasses and looked at the document in his hand carefully, his brow furrowed slightly.

Britannia's territory is not much smaller than that of Beichen and Northern Russia, and it has a huge territory and a large population, so it naturally has more things to deal with.

As he lowered his head to work on the papers, there was a knock at the door.

"Knock knock~"

Mycroft took off his glasses, carefully folded them, and placed them on the table. He then put away the classified papers, and threw them into a burning furnace on one side.

He shouted as the papers were almost burning.

"Come in."

The door opened, and a soldier in a modest military uniform walked in slowly.

It seems that because this is underground, the lights are relatively dim, and the military hat he wears is larger, and the shadow created by the brim obscures his eyes. However, his beard is very conspicuous.

"Sir, there's news from Europe."

Hearing this, Mycroft raised his head slightly to look at him and spat out a word.

"Say."

The soldier slowly hooked the corners of his mouth, slowly raised his head, the chandelier above his head shone on his face, and a pair of black eyes were full of banter.

"I managed to find the Brotherhood."

Hearing this, Mycroft raised his head and stared at the person in front of him quietly.

He was silent, speechless. He said a moment later.

"There was no notification from Europe that you were back. And, how did you get in? ”

The soldier raised his hand and took off his hat, as well as the beard that was attached to his face.

It was Sherlock, who had been gone for a long time.

He slowly grinned the corners of his mouth, with a sarcastic smile,

"As I said, there are at least six ways I can infiltrate your base."

After a pause, he continued, "Now it's seven. ”

"Did I just trick you?" Sherlock said happily.

McCroft sighed helplessly, "You're still as naïve as you used to be." ”

"When I'm teased, I always like to use this kind of rhetoric." Sherlock said with his head tilted slightly.

"Let's get down to business." McCroft interrupted, "I don't have time to argue with you here. ”

Sherlock found a chair in the office and sat down, a smile on his lips, and excitedly said, "You can't imagine what I've found." ”

"So, this fraternity does still exist?" McCroft said with a slight squint.

"It's not just there." Sherlock whispered, "Whether it is West Francis or Germany, or even Southern Europe, the Balkans, and Persia in the Middle East. Although it is indeed assassinating some corrupt officials and leaders of underworld forces who have done a lot of evil, it is very low-key.

They seem to have been dealing with another organization all these years. ”

"Oh?" There was a hint of interest on McCroft's face, "Is that the one my father said he was talking about?" ”

"It should be." Sherlock muttered, "The core of this organization is within the Holy See, like a parasite on the Holy See, and many bishops are members of this organization. ”

"But now the Holy See in Europe is not as powerful as it used to be." McCroft said,

After a pause, Mycroft said, "Lowry said those small religious organizations should be right, right?" ”

"Because it's a religious skin, it doesn't attract much attention." Mycroft muttered softly.

"But I have to say that your third agency in the European Intelligence Division is really bad." Sherlock said disgustedly.

"It's a sovereign state." "Our main focus is still on the inside," McCroft said calmly. You know, the territory of our country is dozens of times larger than that of some European powers. Many people dare not, but secretly dream of dismembering us. ”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"What about the Brotherhood?" "What's going on with this organization?" McCroft asked. ”

"That's interesting." Sherlock said with interest, "It's not like the rest of the organization is an ordinary pyramid structure, according to what I've learned so far, this organization is more like a spider's nest without a top network command system, the whole picture of the organization, maybe even they don't know it, even if they defeat its cadres, someone else will soon replace it." ”

"Is it decentralized," McCroft whispered, "so many of the organizations Lori said may have only one at their core." ”

"According to my investigation, there are at least nine." "Every organization has a 'mentor' to guide it, and the whole organization operates with only one core credo. ”

"All things are false, all things are allowed." McCroft repeated the words, and he nodded, "It's a clever thing to do, but it's easy to grow out of order, and if you don't have moderation, you'll eventually grow into a big, bloated giant. Let me guess that there should be a similar existence to law enforcement teams to guarantee their purity, right? ”

Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth, "You're still better than the European trash." ”

"I discovered their existence, and I found a place."

Sherlock pulled a black-and-white photograph out of his collar and placed it on Mycroft's desk.

Mycroft looked down at a small town from a distance, and at the end of the town was a quaint, walled manor house.

"It's called Montney, and it's a tourist city in Europe." "It's very old, named after a noble manor house that was left over hundreds of years ago, as well as the local wines. ”

After a pause, Sherlock said, "Each of them has undergone very strict agent training, and the reconnaissance and anti-detection techniques are very powerful, and your people can't keep up with them at all." Even once they found out, we hibernate for half a month, otherwise, maybe I would have been able to investigate the results in two weeks. ”

McCroft took his gaze back from the photo and continued, "How did you find here?" ”

"Wine aroma." Sherlock muttered softly.

Mycroft raised an eyebrow.

Sherlock said calmly, "I smelled a very distinctive wine aroma on at least two of my targets. If the average person likes to drink wine, he will not leave the aroma of wine, at most, he will drink too much for a while, so there is some wine. The presence of this long-lasting aroma indicates that they work on a wine estate or something. ”

"Then I identified the wines from all the wine estates throughout Europe. I'm locked here. Only here is the wine that comes closest. ”

"Your dog nose is as sensitive as ever." Mycroft laughed, "And then? ”

"Then I sent your men into this manor to investigate, but the next day I was not heard from." Sherlock said with a solemn face, "But it also makes me even more sure that there is something wrong here." I suspect that this is a very important stronghold somewhere for them. ”

"In order not to startle the snake, I chose to come back and have a look first." Sherlock said.

"Are you coming back for help?" McCroft said.

"Come back and get your necklace." Sherlock said directly, "Our family was originally a member of this force in the past, why did there have to be conflicts? ”

Mycroft slowly got up and walked back and forth around the place, as if thinking.

Then, he said, "Who knows what happened to our family when they broke away from this organization, if it was ugly at the time, we would go now, wouldn't we have thrown ourselves into the net?" ”

"Then it's deadlocked." "If we want to continue to get enough information, we're going to have to keep sending people in to investigate, but because of the guy who sent in the first place, they're wary now." An organization that has been around in Europe for hundreds of years, I don't think they're going to be smaller than your branches in Europe. ”

"You mean, ask someone to bring this pendant in?" McCroft said.

Sherlock shook his head, "No, I'll go in personally, none of us know their investigative abilities, at least we're the real thing, aren't we?" If we let them know that it's a fake, but the pendant isn't in our possession, then it's a bit of a hassle to get in touch with them. ”

Mycroft thought for a moment, then walked straight to the table and pressed a button under it.

After a while, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in." McCroft said.

Rob pushed open the door and walked in, "Sir, you called me?" ”

"Fetch me an empty boat." "I'm going to Europe," McCroft said. ”

Rob thought for a moment, then nodded, "Yes." ”

Then he slowly retreated.

Sherlock looked at Mycroft.

"Me too, aren't I?" Mycroft said, raising his head.

There was a slight wave in his eyes, and he whispered, "You are indeed right, the questions we want may only be answered in person." (End of chapter)