dhibooks Chapter 7 Act.07
Chapter 7 Act.07
Act.07
Mycroft felt that the past few days were not as gloomy and cold as before, and the long-lost sunshine would occasionally break through the thick fog and scatter out.
Picking a not-so-cold winter afternoon, Mycroft was walking in a sparsely populated alley when a man in a windbreaker with his collar standing up could not see his face. The moment the two passed by, the man handed him Bunch of keys.
The key to the boss' house.
Mycroft felt that since Lacon had known about the insider for a long time, although he didn't pay attention to it, the boss must have noticed it a long time ago, and he must have left some clues in the boss's house.
Mycroft sat in the park next to the boss's house and basked in the sun for half an hour. He thought it would be better to find a place to warm up, so he walked into the cafe across the road from the boss's house and ordered a cup of sugar-free blueberries. Hot tea and a vanilla buttercream cake.
Sitting by the window, you can see the surrounding environment of the boss's apartment clearly, and no one is watching. After all, the boss has passed away for almost a month, and there is no obvious evidence that can threaten the ghost in the Circus, so there is no need Someone is watching the boss here.
As Mycroft thought for a while, after the sun set slightly, he would sneak into the apartment building with the people coming off work, and the image of the coin popped into his mind again.
Pushing away the half-eaten cake in front of him, Mycroft wiped the corners of his mouth with his own handkerchief, got up and left.
Before the sun set, it was covered by the sudden smog, and the sky was gradually overcast. Mycroft entered the boss's apartment building with the residents returning home from get off work.
Without choosing the elevator, Mycroft knew where to avoid the cameras, walked up the 5th floor, and came to the door of the boss' room.Mycroft looked at the door, then at the corridor, and after making sure it was safe, he took out the key and opened the boss's door.
The boss doesn't believe in computers. He has seen too many examples of deleted data being restored by him or encrypted data being stolen by him from Sullivan, so his important documents must be handwritten and hidden in his most hidden place.
It should be behind a certain oil painting on the wall, or a hidden compartment of a certain drawer.
With the help of the faint outdoor light, Mycroft glanced at the boss's desk, where a few chess pieces were scattered here and there.
Two of them are black and one white are standing side by side, and some are lying or standing scattered elsewhere.
Mycroft walked over and picked up one, with a photo of Sullivan apparently cut out from a group photo on it, another with Lauferson, and the remaining one, obviously Lanshere.
It seems that the boss has already doubted the three of them.
Mycroft put down the chess piece, went around the table, came to the boss's seat, and looked at the drawer below. There were no confidential documents.Mycroft sat in the boss's chair, imagining what the boss would be thinking in his final days.
Then his eyes were drawn to another chess piece scattered on the table, which also had a photo on it. Mycroft turned it around and couldn't help but froze. It was his own.
In this way, everything is clear, no wonder the boss forced him to "retire". It turns out that the boss first suspected and feared him the most was himself.
He suddenly wanted to laugh. It turned out that his work for so many years was regarded as a well-planned scam, and in the end he was just a pawn laid by the planners to confuse the other party.
No wonder Lacon would come to him. The suspicious behavior of the boss helped him clear his doubts. Mycroft didn't know what expression to make at this time, so he could only cover his face with his hands and rubbed his face. Rubbing eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he noticed that in the photo frame on the boss's desk, the boss and Charles were standing shoulder to shoulder. Charles smiled with sunshine on his face, and his eyes were filled with warmth and moisture like a gentle sea breeze. .The background is the rows of green and cloudy trees of Cambridge University and Kazuki’s white and lavender cherry blossoms. Standing in the late spring sunshine, the two look like a father and son.
Charles is probably the boss's most proud student, so he must know something, even if he died in a foreign land, he should have left some clues.
Since you got nothing from the boss, why not...
"Charles, was Charles' computer recovered after his death?"
"should be."
"Then go and help me to see if there is anything of value."
"Ok."
***
Pete woke up slowly because the sunlight dazzled his eyes. There was only one small window on the roof of the small warehouse, and it happened that the twilight of the morning sun was projected on his face.
The neck was so painful that he couldn't lift his whole arm, but he estimated that there was nothing wrong with the bones.
FDR did not kill him under such circumstances, so although Pete still had doubts, he had already noticed that there must be some misunderstanding here.He decided to go back and investigate what news the Hong Kong action team sent back that night - FDR said that he had notified Kenneth before he was killed, so there must be some information sent back, and he must have missed something important clue.
FDR didn't ask him to believe him, and to a spy it doesn't matter what he believes but what he wants. FDR wants him to look into certain things.
He has to act quickly, the first thing is to block all suspicious information access, set some higher permissions, and automatically mark and track the source of those instructions that try to attack the server.
***
"Mycroft, I can't get in. Sullivan has modified the permissions of the recovery room, and there are special people in it, his people." It's not so much that Sullivan is the same party, but that he is under the enemy now, and he dare not trust it.
"In 5 minutes, I'll call you on another phone, and you have about 6 minutes to copy."
"clear."
Sherlock pushed the door and walked into the recovery room, "Hi, um," Sherlock glanced at the badge of the staff, "Maria, I'm Sherlock Holmes from the special operations team, and I'm here to replace my brother Mycroft." Holmes to retrieve some personal belongings, I heard they are all with you?" Sherlock smiled politely.
It was rare for Maria to see a high-level leader. She was still so young and promising, and she was a little fascinated, but she soon remembered her responsibility, "Please show me your ID."
Maria took it to the computer to swipe it, returned the ID to Sherlock, and then typed a few more words in front of the computer, "I found it, please follow me, it's on the shelf in the third row."
Sherlock politely let Maria go first, and followed behind to observe left and right, and found that the cabinet marked with the logistics department was in the fifth row.
"It's all here, what are you looking for?"
At this time, Sherlock's work cell phone rang, "Oh, he's calling, please wait a moment."
"It's a blue book, huh? Yellow? What color is it? It's too noisy in your place."
While talking on the phone, Sherlock walked towards the cabinet in the back row, and Maria followed him with a chuckle.
"Mai, you are too troublesome, tell Miss Maria yourself." Sherlock put the phone to Maria's ear, and Maria answered the phone subconsciously, "Yes, I am Maria, it's okay , you said, yes, please wait a moment." Maria walked back to the third row of cabinets, Sherlock followed, and then stopped at the fifth row of cabinets, where there were only a few notebooks and a desktop, Affixed to it was a big X, Charles' signature mark, and no screen.
So Sharles quickly removed the case, took out the hard drive and stuffed it into his coat, and walked back to Maria's side.
"Yes, I found it, Mr. Holmes, hehe, it's okay, I can hear you clearly. You're welcome." Maria hung up the phone with a smile.Sherlock took the phone politely and smiled brightly at Maria.
"Mr. Holmes is talking about this brown book."
"He's just so troublesome." Sherlock stretched out his hand to take the notebook.
"I'm sorry, this book cannot be returned to you for the time being. We need to review it. If there is no confidentiality leaked, we will notify you within 24 hours to pick it up." Maria smiled apologetically at Sherlock.
Sherlock expressed his understanding, shrugged his shoulders, and withdrew his hand, "You should be glad you don't have such an annoying brother."
"Mr. Holmes, how do you know?" Maria had heard that Sherlock was a god, and seeing it with her own eyes, she still couldn't believe it.
"Through observation." Sherlock smiled, not intending to explain further.
"Hehe, but Mr. Holmes is very cute, and the background music is "London Bridge is Falling Down."
"Hmph, childish."
"You brothers have such a good relationship. Please sign here. Well, we will notify you as soon as possible after passing the review."
"Thank you."
When Sherlock walked out of the recycling room with Charles' hard drive in his arms, he turned his head and thanked Maria again, thank you, thank you for the hard drive.
At this time, Sherlock and Mycroft's mobile phone received a text message, which was an address. Mycroft changed his temporary residence because he just called Sherlock's work mobile phone. To be cautious, he Had to change places.
"Have you heard that Mr. Lawfison has applied for a special fund and is going out to do it alone." On the way back to the office, Sherlock heard his subordinates whispering in the corridor.
"Really? What's going on?"
"I'm not sure. It seems that he has a new source of information. Really, the boss just... within a few days, the Bureau began to fall apart."
Sullivan appoints cronies to eliminate dissidents, Laufeson has a very high profile on his own, Lanshere suffers from counter-terrorism and has no time to clone, Holmes is forced to retire and live at home.
When Sherlock walked past Pete's office, he saw Loki leaning against Pete's desk behind the glass, Loki was chuckling, and Pete was frowning at the report submitted by Loki.Sherlock guessed it must be the funding application they mentioned just now.
Loki turned his head with a smile, met Sherlock's eyes, looked at Sherlock for a while, didn't look into Sherlock's eyes again, sneered, and turned back to Pete.
***
10 days later. February 2.
"How's it going?" On the weekend afternoon,
"The data has been recovered, and I'm looking at it. It's all the expenditure flow of the logistics department."
"It seems," Sherlock casually picked up a slip that Mycroft had printed out, "They've been using this computer for a while." Sherlock handed it to Mycroft, pointing to an item of expenditure. , "Charles was killed on the 20th, but the record here goes up to the 30th."
"Well, it may be handed in at the end of the month, although it does not meet the regulations."
"Wait, Tumnus, this surname is very familiar." Because the logistics department generally has business-to-business accounts, and personal names rarely appear, and it just so happens that the surname Tumnus has seen Sherlock somewhere.
Where is it?
Sherlock closed his eyes and carefully searched the memories in his mind, Tumnus, Tumnus...
"Hi, Mr. Tumnus, here's your hazelnut latte..." As the beautiful waitress brought the coffee cup with thick cream and hazelnut aroma, looking over, Xia Locke saw a smiling face and a pair of extremely beautiful blue eyes.
"Tumnus is an alias for Charles, Alexander Tumnus."
"A sum of money was transferred from Charles' computer to himself 10 days after his death?"
"Yes."
The Holmes brothers looked at each other and smiled.