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

Christa listened intently to this part of the libretto before she could concentrate on answering him.

"I don't know where you came up with the ridiculous conclusion. A person can never fully understand another person. And if you haven't met it, it doesn't mean you don't like it!" She tapped her knuckles on the table, rhythmically.

Nearly half a second faster than the last frequency.It means she is upset.

Sherlock contradicted her as he listened to the thumping sound mixed in with her words.

"You are not interested in the previous performance of "The Peony Garden". You have only listened carefully to this part of the lyrics in "Peach Blossom Fan". In fact, you are only interested in this part. You are very familiar with this part. Someone taught you ?Your parents and grandparents are obviously impossible. ... a woman you trust. But there is no qualified person around you."

"I didn't know that I, an insignificant person, was worthy of your painstaking investigation into my life." She leaned on the large Eight Immortals chair, her posture was lazy, her tone was cold, and she listened carefully with a little bit of fun.

It's a far cry from the attitude of becoming angry from embarrassment these two days.

"If it's just an insignificant ordinary student, it doesn't have the value for me to investigate."

She smiled and followed the audience to applaud the Huadans in Tsing Yi for the curtain call.

Indeed, all she had come here to hear was this short passage.She really doesn't like Kunqu opera, she just cherishes the only light in the endless night.

"Mr. Detective, everyone has their own secrets. Even if you are as smart as you, you can't find out the secrets deep in the heart."

"I will know your secret." This is the arrogance and confidence unique to Holmes. "There are no secrets in front of me."

"Do you believe in gods?"

"Of course not, only a goldfish whose mind is trapped by a door would believe such absurd existence."

"But I believe it. Therefore, as a rational scientist, you will never find my secret."

After all, past and present lives, time and space travel cannot be explained by objective truth.

No one can discover her secret.Even Sherlock Holmes.

"I almost forgot. The show that was staged before was the Peony Pavilion. Mr. Detective."

Scorn from a man who is half Chinese.

Christa strongly condemned Sherlock's extravagant behavior of choosing to take a taxi when he was less than 1000 meters away from the house.

But the vehement condemnation disappeared as soon as she slid into Sherlock's car.

……

To be a human being is to show some face.

the other side of the street.

The low-key private car parked quietly by the street, and the old housekeeper opened the car door for the young woman in red skirt who came out of the Chinese restaurant.A school of ancient aristocratic elegance and calm.

"Miss, you seem to be in a good mood today." There was both the servant's respect for the master and the care of the elders for the younger generation.

The woman nodded, and there was a faint tenderness on that perfect and unreal face that seemed to have been carefully measured every inch of the facial features, "Mmm. Today's performance was wonderful."

"How could your well-planned performance not be wonderful?" These words are sincere and without any compliment.

"In your heart, even if I make a mess, you wouldn't say it's bad, would you?" the woman joked.

"You have always been so good, no one can deny that." The old butler looked soft and loving, as if looking at his most proud junior, "You have an appointment with Dr. Erwin at [-] o'clock in the evening, should you go directly or go back first see sir?"

"Go to Dr. Erwin first."

From the corner of her eyes, a slender shadow was pulled into a long line under the hazy night, spreading to the end of the night.

"Good night, Mr. Holmes. Thank you for your generous help." After using Sherlock to solve the problem of opening the door, Christa said goodbye to him gently, and at the same time closed the door quickly.

Sherlock whose bridge was mercilessly demolished:...

"I forgot to ask him what clues he got in the Chinese restaurant... Forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway." She muttered to herself, making herself a glass of milk.

In fact, she was only paying attention to her in the dining room, and Sherlock, who didn't even notice the hair, lay down on the sofa in the living room with a gloomy face.

The Chinese restaurant had been sold to a member of Parliament two years ago, so Sherlock offered to appreciate Kunqu opera just to observe her further.As for Flora, it was just an excuse to reassure her.At that time, no matter what speculation Christa made, Sherlock would probably not refute it.

The result certainly didn't disappoint him, did it?

but……

A secret that cannot be understood from a scientific point of view?What should that be?Are angels descending?Simply nonsense!

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, a staunch materialist, lay on his bench thinking all night.

When Krista opened the door the next morning, she almost thought he had passed away peacefully overnight.

...She now has every reason to suspect that Sherlock left the door open so that someone could find his body in time after his sudden death one day.

"Sherlock?" She called his name cautiously.

"Don't interrupt my thinking, Krista!" There was a tinge of irritability in his voice.

...that's an ingenious way of thinking.

But she's always been a good, understanding girl. "Okay then. You continue to think, and I will disturb you later."

Sherlock turned over and sat up, "Bring your piece here." The tone was very reluctant, as if it was a stupid thing for Christa to interrupt his thinking for such a trivial matter.

Hold back! The homework hasn't been finished yet, so don't beat him to death!

Restraining her irritability, Christa obediently handed over the unfinished piece.

He flipped through for a few seconds, and the handwriting in the third subsection of the deputy department was procrastinated and hesitant, and the problem was obvious.

"F sharp here." He pointed and lay down again after speaking.Turning her back to Krista.

What do I need you to do if I only have the problem of rising and falling?She deeply felt that the foreign aid she had wasted a day in exchange for was simply unreliable.

Is it too late to kill him now?

The little girl Christa sighed sadly, as a human being, she still had to rely on herself. "Then you continue to think about life, and I won't bother you."

After speaking, he turned and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?" Sherlock asked lazily, still unwilling to turn over.

"Go and have breakfast." She replied casually without looking back.

"A cup of coffee and two candies. Thank you."

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In the morning, Baker Street was so deserted that there were hardly any pedestrians.And the sights of those prying eyes around him were... a little denser than when they came back last night.

...But aren't these people here to spy on Sherlock?Why do you keep staring at her now?Could it be that they thought she was Sherlock's accomplice?But she is really just an innocent student...

Sherlock really beat me!

Krista thought in a mess, and turned into the nearest shop by the road.

is a bakery.

"Thank you." She smiled, facing the clerk who weighed her, her eyes dimmed when her eyelids dropped.

There are thin calluses on the fingertips, which are the marks left by people who hold guns all year round.

dangerous person.

It is obviously impossible to ask for help here.

Her thoughts turned back and forth in an instant, and she quickly formulated another plan.

"7.5 pounds..." Talking about the price, Christa took the opportunity to type a few letters on the phone when she took out the wallet from the jacket pocket.

After counting the money to pay the bill, she put the wallet back into her pocket without any disturbance.

Send key, OK.

"Thank you for your patronage." The waitress smiled warmly, like the most ordinary neighbor in the neighborhood.

But she guarantees that more than half of the residents on Baker Street are such so-called ordinary harmless people.According to her observations in the past two days, these people had the same purpose - to monitor Sherlock Holmes' every move anytime and anywhere.

Both Baker Street and Sherlock were far more dangerous than she had initially thought.

She stepped out of the bakery calmly. There were no other pedestrians on the street, and it was empty.

A small black car stopped in front of her.

Krista walked over without paying attention.But the mastermind behind the scenes did not intend to let her go so easily.

The car window was slowly rolled down, revealing a beautiful face of a typical western woman.The woman twitched the corners of her mouth and tried to force out a kind smile, "Miss Hilde, my boss wants to see you."

Christa was silent, this person... must have never laughed before, right?The smile is twisted like this, it's just ruining that face.

The woman who understood the disgust in her eyes immediately restrained her smile, looking glamorous and noble.

"Okay." Krista opened the car door without any resistance, and sat on it.

… What about struggling for help and running away as agreed?The whole team worked hard for hours to come up with a plan that was completely useless!

But Christa, who kept the happy thought of "I am a passer-by innocently implicated by Sherlock, has nothing to do with me", could not understand her complicated inner activities.

After closing the car door, Christa suddenly thought, "By the way, can I trouble you to buy a cup of coffee for Sherlock? Two pieces of candy."

"I think it's better to wait for you to come back and send it there yourself. Our people have no way to get close to him." The woman replied coldly and started the engine.

...Sure enough, she was implicated by Sherlock.You must kill him when you go back.

But she squinted her eyes at these words, telling her that this inexplicable invitation is not dangerous?

The small black car sped away, and a few minutes later, the number of pedestrians passing by on Baker Street increased, and the horn of the car sounded.All was calm and prosperous, just like any ordinary London morning.

Mrs. Hudson was probably the only disturbed person this morning.She jumped up from the bed in a hurry, pulled on her slippers, and ran up to the second floor with her mobile phone.

"Sherlock! Something happened to Liz!"

Sherlock sat up instantly from the sofa.

Mrs. Hudson showed him the lighted-up phone page, which was a very brief text message

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"SHSOS"

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