[Comprehensive] Today is also proving to Sherlock that I am a traveler

October 2002, London.

Reliance Restaurant, 3.2 miles from London Airport, is one of the best chain restaurants in the UK.

"Krista, I will investigate this matter for you." The blond young man frowned, he was greatly frightened by what Krista said just now.

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His mentor, Christa's mother, an outstanding painter, died unexpectedly in a car accident five years ago.

And now, Krista told him, it wasn't an accident, but a well-planned murder.

This shocked his mind greatly.

"Sivir, thank you for your generous help." She thanked softly, her face not looking good, obviously mentioning her mother's death made her quite uneasy.

"Don't be so polite, Krista, your mother was a kind person, and I've always been grateful for her appreciation. I will do my best to help you."

Sivir was afraid that talking too much about her mother would cause the young motherless girl too much grief.So he moved the subject sympathetically.

"By the way, Krista, did you come to London to study music?"

She nodded, "Yes, I plan to study music theory in London for a year, and I will apply for university next year."

"Reading music?"

"No, I'm going to study world history." She smiled shyly.

"That's an interesting major. Do you have a university you like? I can recommend my alma mater, Cambridge University, which has a very good history department." He gave a friendly suggestion.

Christa cut a small piece of lemon cake, thought for a while before answering, "Thank you for your suggestion, but I may apply to universities in the United States."

"That's it," he said with a slightly regretful expression, but he was still happy for her, "Then I wish you success in your application in advance."

He asked again, "Almost forgot, have you found a good house in London?"

"I live in a neighbor's house of my teacher. I planned to live in the teacher's house, but the teacher already has a student in his house and there is no room left. So he recommended his neighbor's house." She smiled warmly Soft, "But the teacher went to Paris temporarily to attend a lecture, and it will take a week to come back."

"Then where is your residence? I will come and visit you then."

"221B Baker Street."

221B.

She looked at the hanging house number and confirmed it.

That's right, it's here.

She reached out and rang the doorbell.

After a while, a young gentleman opened the door.

He was tall and thin, with a pale face, wrapped in a light black windbreaker.But his eyes are bright and sharp, like a sharp knife, so sharp that it can split people's hearts.

It was as if with just one glance, she had nothing to hide in front of this man.

Krista swears the gentleman's expression went from excited to bored the instant he opened the door.

……Why?Because she was not the visitor he was expecting.The gentleman seemed to be waiting for a call.

"...Mr." She tilted her head and looked at the strange person blocking the door.

Isn't it said that British men are gentlemen?This one does not look like a well-mannered gentleman.

"Mrs. Hudson is out, you can knock on the door in two hours." He said, and he was about to close the door.

What kind of operation is this!!

She could hardly maintain her cute expression.

"Sir, can you let me in first?" She tried her best to keep the smile on her face, and spoke so fast that he was afraid that he would close the door in the next second. "My room is on the third floor, so I won't disturb you."

The gentleman stopped closing the door and glanced at her thoughtfully, "Mrs. Hudson didn't tell you that the room she arranged for you was on the third floor. You guessed where your room was when I opened the door." .”

He looked at Krista again, and a long list of words jumped out of his mouth.

"Typical Chinese accent, you are from China. According to the flight from China to London and the time of your arrival, you took the flight to Heathrow Airport.

You arrived at the airport five hours ago, and you ate with a friend who is a painter at the Reliance restaurant near the airport.The smell of incense on your clothes proves it, the only restaurant near the airport known for its smell.Also, this is the only one open on Sundays.

Why a painter?This can be seen from the traces of watercolor paint on your hands.It was also your friend who drove you to Baker Street.Because if it is a taxi driver, I am afraid that I will not go the wrong way and waste half an hour for nothing. "

Very good, she just said one word, and this gentleman revealed her bottom.But thank God for mercy, he finally moved away and let her in after he had finished speaking.

She stepped in quickly, smiling and thanking the gentleman in front of her, a certain tenant of the landlady.Then went straight to the third floor.

How do you know that your room is on the third floor?

First, she saw from the outside that the house had three floors.

There was no doubt that the landlady lived on the ground floor.From the time the gentleman opened the door for her and the shadow of the door opened on the second floor, it can be judged that this gentleman lives on the second floor.The landlady would not put her under the same roof as an unmarried young man.Then it became clear where she lived.

As for unmarried young men, she did not believe that such people could find a girlfriend or boyfriend, let alone get married.

……

Standing in front of the closed room on the third floor, she couldn't keep the smile on her face.

no keys!

The four words played on a loop in Krista's mind for 30 seconds.She turned around decisively and went downstairs, smiling innocently at the future neighbor who hadn't entered the house yet.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I can't go into my room just yet. I'll have to wait for Mrs. Hudson to come back to solve this dilemma. I hope you will allow me to sit in your living room for half an hour. I promise I won't disturb you." You. This will also help our neighbors in the future. Do you think so?"

If it weren't for the teacher and the student who was borrowed from his family, he would go to France to attend the lecture together.Today happened to be Sunday again, and many shops on the street were closed, leaving her with nowhere to go.She certainly wouldn't discuss it with him so carefully.

Fortunately, the luggage arrived a week in advance, otherwise...

"You can wait in the living room for Mrs. Hudson." He turned and entered the house, and Krista followed.

"Thank you for your kindness, may I ask your name?"

"Sherlock Holmes."

The gentleman answered without looking back.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes, my name is Christa Heard."

She paused, then asked,

"Then, Mr. Holmes, I beg your pardon. Are you in the police force?"

"Are you here to lower the IQ of the whole street? How dare you compare me to those goldfish in Scotland Yard." He said mockingly, "I'm a consulting detective."

Although she could tell that this gentleman was not a policeman, she didn't think he looked like a person in other industries. She couldn't ask ＿"Are you a vagrant?"

So she picked a more similar one, is that wrong? Why should she be ridiculed like this!! How angry.

"The only consulting detective in England," he added.

……

This one looks like a self-created career, who would guess it!

It's better to treat him as a vagrant.

The scene in the living room proves once again just how unique the consulting detective is.

Stacks of newspapers were randomly stacked on the table. I don’t know how this gentleman can tell whether the newspapers have been read; half a cup of unfinished coffee has been cooled, and a plate of small cookies that may be homemade by the landlady is placed on the table. On one side; on the other side of the table, a string of colorful test tubes are neatly arranged, revealing a strange brilliance; a snow-white skull is carefully placed on the shelf.It can be seen that this gentleman cherishes this unknown skull from unknown number of years ago.

Christa looked away calmly, and sat down on the long sofa cautiously.

Mr. Sherlock watched her equally quietly.He shook the test tube in his hand, and quickly drew conclusions for Krista.

He is of Chinese-German mixed blood, and his Germanic ancestry can be clearly seen in his appearance.

Live in a place without direct sunlight for a long time.

The mother died early, and the mother's relic was worn around the neck for more than three years.

Mother works in art.

I have a cold relationship with my father.

Live with, more likely maternal grandparents at home.

I am learning violin for four to five years.

The material of the clothes is acceptable, the materials are brand new, and there are regular ironing posts, indicating that the economic situation is acceptable, but not surplus.

Observation and reasoning abilities surpass ordinary people.

Subconsciously observe the surrounding behavior, especially sensitive to the line of sight, and the body is in a state of unconscious alertness.It shows that he lived in a dangerous environment for quite a long time.

……

She didn't know that in just a short while, she was grilled from skin to bone.

Christa lowered her eyes, stared at the floor under her feet, and sat quietly on the sofa.

She looks like a good girl.

She sat for about 10 minutes, and the doorbell of "Dingling_Dingling_" rang quickly.

This time it was the detective's ideal guest.she thinks.

"Krista, go and open the door." Mr. Sherlock instructed her as a matter of course.

Swallowing it, Ms. Christa went to open the door obediently.

She did it for the sake of a harmonious relationship with the neighbors in the future, not because she was afraid that he would drive her out!

She opens the door.An old man with gray temples and well-dressed clothes was standing at the door leaning on crutches, looking haggard, with faint dark circles under his eyes, it seemed that he hadn't rested for several days.

Seeing that it was a young girl who opened the door, the old man looked a little surprised, "Excuse me, is there a Mr. Sherlock Holmes here?"

"Yes, he's on the second floor. Let me help you up. Your legs and feet don't look very convenient."

"Thank you then."

Mr. Sherlock showed great interest in his visitor.This is the conclusion Christa came to after observing.It can be seen from the fact that he immediately stopped the experiment in his hand.

Krista thoughtfully moved a chair for the old gentleman, and sat back on her sofa.

A little bored, she simply opened the notepad on her phone and started writing her unfinished song.This is one of the homework assigned to her by her teacher.

the other side,

The old gentleman finished his request in staccato staccato.

"Three days ago, my daughter couldn't be contacted. I asked many people, but there was no clue. A friend of mine told me that Mr. Sherlock is the best detective in England. So I took the liberty to come and visit. "