Hearing Sherlock's words, Aiwass raised his eyebrows and showed a meaningful smile: "What do you think?"

"...I originally had some ideas in mind."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly and his gaze became sharp: "But now I kind of doubt it's you. Even if it's not you, you at least know the inside story."

"Who were you thinking of?"

Aiwass asked with interest.

Sherlock bit the unlit cigar in his mouth and replied: "What I originally thought was... would the professor be alive?

"Because the new minister's behavior seems a bit similar to him. There are only a few people who can contact the Queen and be trusted by Her Majesty without any merit. Excluding those who have already served as ministers, the remaining

In fact, there aren’t many people left.”

There is no doubt that the "professor" Sherlock refers to is Aiwass's adoptive father, James Moriarty.

During his previous investigation, he was almost killed by Edward. In the end, Sherlock gave in. Edward did not kill him and silence him for the sake of their friendship.

Although Sherlock has claimed that he will no longer investigate, the contents of his previous investigation have not been forgotten by him.

"Since you are faking death and I am faking death...then is it possible that the professor is also faking death?"

Sherlock made a very reasonable guess.

Others may not think of this aspect for a while, but this matter is within the scope of Sherlock's cognition. Since Sherlock can be aware of this matter, then of course he can guess this possibility.

"From this point of view, it may be possible that the minister is Edward. The professor faked his death on the surface, and then secretly served as Edward's adviser..."

"Can't it be Edward?"

Aiwass asked somewhat amusedly: "Why does he have to be someone's agent?"

"……Um."

Sherlock thought for a moment and thought of a more polite response: "I think it would be difficult for him to make such a decision based on his personality."

The implication is that Edward is not that smart.

"Then do you think I look like me?" Aiwass asked with a smile.

"It is indeed possible. Put aside the curse that may cause controversy and counterattack, and catch Master Lars and beat him up for torturing and killing female students...it seems a bit like your style."

Sherlock fell into deep thought: "But since you asked that, then maybe this matter is not that simple..."

"Style? What style do I have?"

Aiwass was a little curious about Sherlock's evaluation. He didn't even know what style he had.

Sherlock commented: "A bit like the nobleman of Iris, or a newspaper editor, or a magician performing in a tavern."

"He's just a liar. That's what you want to say, right?"

"More than that. In addition to being good at lying and convincing people, he is also very cunning. Although everything he says is true, he can mislead people in different directions. He likes to play with words and language, and then play with other people's hearts..."

"I understand. You want to call me a vixen again, don't you?"

"Yeah, it's like the 'vixen' that people in the beginning said."

Sherlock said sarcastically without changing his expression: "This is what a charming and charming master is like."

"What are you, a seagull? Or a pelican?"

Aiwass pointed at the cigar Sherlock was holding in his mouth: "I hold a cigarette in my mouth but don't smoke."

"I'm not smoking because you're here, Mr. Fox."

Sherlock glared at Aiwass, and his tone was not very friendly: "Mrs. Mina has told me many times that you are not in good health, so don't smoke in front of you. To be honest, I don't think there is anything wrong with your health."

Oh no."

"——You look a lot better, Sherlock."

At this moment, a clear and gentle voice came from the door: "Have your daily routine and diet become healthier?"

That was the voice of Mr. Mycroft Hermes.

Sherlock's expression suddenly changed slightly. He retracted his left foot that was on the table and propped up his lazily lying body. He took the cigar out of his mouth - because the cigar box was next to Aiwass, he couldn't make it in time.

Put it in the cigar box and want to hide it under the table.

But that was too unhygienic. Aiwass directly reached out to take the cigar and put it back on the shelf in front of him.

The next moment, Mrs. Mina appeared from the door with Mycroft.

Mycroft smiled and nodded slightly to Aiwass.

This tall and big man, who looked like a fat seal, took off his black bowler hat, revealing his black hair and piercing amber eyes that were indistinguishable from Sherlock.

Aiwass also stood up, smiled at him, caressed his chest and nodded in return.

"Your brother is here to see you, Sherlock."

Mrs. Mina looked a little troubled: "I originally wanted to help you get there, but he was very convinced that you were here... so I brought him here."

Mina was wearing a fortune teller's black dress as usual. She was obviously looking at the shop downstairs when she was caught by Mycroft.

"Please bring me up, Mrs. Mina. Thank you very much - the other part of my thanks is thank you for taking good care of Sherlock. The Hermes family will pay for all his living expenses during this period and after."

Mycroft's voice was neither thick nor majestic.

He is not lazy, elegant but mean like Sherlock, but gentle and comfortable, making it easy for people to forget, but always giving people a sense of security.

Just like the kind of uncle or uncle who has a good personality and always brings some gifts when he goes on a business trip - he is a close elder, but the relationship is not so direct, so he will not reprimand himself every day. While maintaining a distance,

Instead, he became friendly.

"It's okay, Sherlock is very sensible. He is not a child anymore, how can he be called taking care of..."

Mina glanced at Aiwass and saw Aiwass nodding before leaving relieved: "I still have to go down to visit the store. I'm sorry that I can't make tea for you..."

"It's okay, Mrs. Mina. We'll take care of ourselves."

Aiwass smiled and waved his hands, watching the landlady leave.

After Mrs. Mina left, Mycroft sat on another sofa between Aiwass and Sherlock. As soon as he sat down, the sofa sank inward, making an overwhelming sound, like stepping on snow.

A general creaking sound.

The first thing Mycroft did when he sat down was to take a look at the cigar brand on the table.

He looked at Sherlock and asked casually: "No money again?"

"Tsk..."

Sherlock didn't ask him something stupid like "How did you know?", but just scratched his head in distress: "After all, I haven't gone to work for a long time."

His so-called "work" is to help the Supervisory Bureau solve cases - the Supervisory Bureau will give him some bonuses as a reward for his consulting detective work.

"It has nothing to do with that. Your income is not low. The main thing is that you are too wasteful and never save money."

Mycroft looked at Sherlock, his eyes as calm as a lake: "You have advanced in a few days. Can you still afford the advanced materials?"

"The full moon ceremony does not require any expensive materials."

Being watched by his brother made Sherlock a little irritated: "What can't you afford? And I wrote a book, and I will have money when it is published."

"And then it's all spent again quickly, right?"

Mycroft looked at Sherlock and said gently and calmly: "You know, I'm talking about Drunken Dream Tincture."

"This is not my first time to advance. It's not a big problem."

Sherlock was somewhat arrogant: "Only if you suffer great pain in a dream or are disturbed in reality, the dream of advancement can be interrupted. I have already advanced once normally, and this time there are Her Royal Highness the Princess and Aihua.

Si..."

"It's because Her Royal Highness the Princess is involved this time. What if something goes wrong on your side?"

Mycroft did not get angry, and still said slowly: "You don't think that Her Highness Isabel is here to help you advance, do you?"

After he said that, he took out two small boxes from his arms.

They were two small, thumb-sized metal round boxes that looked like cooling oil. A crescent moon pattern with a human face was etched on them.

It's the Drunken Dream Tincture.

"They are all new this year. Even if they are not used, they can still be kept for several years. One for each of you."

Mycroft smiled at Aiwass and said: "This is not a 'reward for taking care of Sherlock', nor can it be called a formal gift - just treat it as a casual gift when you visit a friend."

The gift you brought with you is worth several hundred white crown coins. A well-trained pure-blood hound is about the same price.

Aiwass thought. However, he did not refuse, but accepted it directly.

For him now, this is indeed not a big amount of money. Although he has not yet taken over the Moriarty family's business, it is quite simple to ask Edward for money to buy a return gift of the same level.

"Congratulatory gift?"

Sherlock heard the word keenly: "Is it really you, minister?"

Mycroft did not pat Sherlock on the head, or even make any physical contact. He just said calmly: "Since you know, you should respect Minister Moriarty. Sherlock. Minister Moriarty is His Majesty's

The right and left hands should also be His Majesty’s right and left hands in the future.”
To be continued...