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

Sherlock was sitting at the head of the torture room, with a complacent expression, unaware of how seriously he had traumatized the little girl Christa.

... Is Sherlock finally laying his hands on the jobs of Scotland Yard's torturers?

Christa silently looked around the non-existent interrogators, and suddenly felt that she seemed to have nothing to be angry about, after all, she hadn't been robbed of her job yet.

She is such a good-natured little girl.

She found the empty chair farthest from Sherlock and sat down, looking at Flora who was pinching the hem of her clothes nervously.

"Miss Davis, can you continue to answer my question?"

An agent in charge of the record said unexpectedly: "This is Scotland Yard, why do we let a little girl who doesn't understand anything waste time here?"

"At least the questions she asked are more valuable than your stupid interrogation." Sherlock sneered.

Flora stared at her helplessly, wondering if she should speak now.

Krista nodded slightly at her.

"I said yes to Blaise's request because... because...he did some...bad things to me and threatened me with them. I...don't know what to do, so, so ..."

She spoke vaguely, apparently deliberately avoiding some unspeakable things.

That's why Aisha Field hired a murderer to kill -- "Protection."

"What's wrong?" the agent in charge of recording asked impatiently.Frightened by his harsh tone, Flora looked at Christa helplessly again.

Being stared at with this kind of eyes time and time again, a girl with a soft heart will feel pity, but Christa is not moved.

She looked back with a half-smile, this "Flower God" was a little too naive.Not everyone will be moved by such innocence!

Like her, or... Sherlock.

Mr. Detective knocked on the table impatiently, motioning for them to be quiet, "Aisha Field knows why you are dating Blaise."

Flora's eyes widened in disbelief, "No! I never told her!"

"Aisha knows how to check it herself!" Christa explained kindly for her with a smile.

Flora Na Na, her face was blank, and then the despair of realizing the truth emerged, and she covered her face and began to cry.

"It's all me, it's all my fault! Aisha... she did this for me... If it wasn't for me..."

Her voice was choked with pain and self-blame.

Christa put her hand into her pocket, but took it back regrettably. She only took that tissue when she went out!

Lestrade touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, and handed her a handkerchief, "That... Miss Davis... If you don't mind, please tell me what you know."

Such a careful boy is rare now.Christa resting her chin, this is the correct way for a British gentleman to open her mouth! The two brothers like the Sherlock Holmes family can only be regarded as the result of genetic mutations!

Flora clenched her handkerchief tightly, letting her tears drip onto her clothes, and she fainted.

"I... Aisha must be because of me, Blaise is a jerk!"

No one interrupted her, but she was silent for a while before continuing, "He confessed to me, and after I rejected him, he treated me... He took nude photos of me and used them to threaten me , I was very scared, and I didn’t dare to tell anyone, so I had to agree with him. Aisha must be because of this..."

It was difficult for her to speak when she said this, and it took a few minutes to speak intermittently before everyone sorted out the truth of the matter from her fragmented vocabulary in conjunction with Aisha's statement.

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The playboy Blaise forces Flora to associate with him by means of dirty tricks, but Aisha finds out the truth and plans to kill Blaze.Later, when things were revealed, Old Field wanted Flora to take the blame.Aisha fled with Flora. Flora's father was seriously ill at this time, and the two had to rush back.Old Field contacted Lord Williams, and Aisha killed both of them to ensure Flora's safety.

Everything seems clear enough to explain why Aisha confessed - to protect Flora's reputation.Once the matter is investigated in depth, it is hard to guarantee that this old story will not be uncovered with the media's catching wind and shadows.

But Christa felt that things were not that simple.If Aisha just wants to protect Flora, she just needs to contact Williams directly to confess her crime.Even if she was locked up by Old Field, Aisha definitely has the ability to contact the outside world.

But she chose the cruelest method.What reason do these two people have to die?

Also, Sherlock swears that the person who died that year was not Blaise.Who tampered with it?

As this case seems to be getting clearer, the fog that covers it is getting more and more.

She looked at Sherlock intentionally, and she saw his thoughtful expression.

At this moment, Flora plucked up her courage and said, "Can I meet Aisha?"

***

Aisha Field was temporarily detained at Scotland Yard.Lestrade takes Flora to meet her.

Aisha Field sat silently on the chair, wearing yesterday's pajamas, looking a little wrinkled after a night.Seeing someone coming, her eyes lit up, and she called her name softly, "Flora, you're here."

She smiled, with a normal attitude.

Flora's tears couldn't be held back, they dripped down one after another, looking very pitiful.

"Why do you do this for me! I don't need it! It's just a few photos, how much does it matter? You obviously... still have such a bright future! You still have so many scenery, don't you?" painted!"

Elsa was not in a hurry to comfort her, but instead glanced at Lestrade.

"Let's talk. We have 15 minutes." He said, closing the door and exiting awkwardly.

"I don't like you crying." Aisha was a little distressed, "I don't know what to do every time you cry."

Hearing this, Flora tried her best to hold back her tears, her voice choked up, "It's really nothing. It's just a few photos!"

"...It's okay. It's all over."

Aisha's voice was a little hoarse, and her eyes, which were smiling calmly facing the whole of Scotland Yard, were full of tears, and they were about to drip out in the next second.Across a layer of hazy mist, those eyes were as bright as stars in the sky under the strong incandescent light.

There was an incomprehensible calm and relief on her face.

Flora stared at her blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Aisha brushed the broken hair behind her ears, still smiling, "I didn't expect you to come to see me. In fact, I don't want to be seen by you at all."

"It doesn't matter, no matter what you look like, you are as beautiful and dazzling as when we first met." Flora shook her head.

Aisha Field.Her best friend since childhood, proud and dazzling, unparalleled in brilliance.from beginning to end.

"You still remember the first time we met." She was quite emotional, "It was really a long time. I remember it was the school's anniversary celebration."

"Yes. It's been almost eight years." Recalling the past, Flora also temporarily forgot the pain at the moment, showing a little joy, "We still had the opportunity to perform on the same stage."

Eight years ago, Flora's class specially prepared a stage play, "Cinderella" for the anniversary celebration.Flora has always been popular and cute in the class, so of course, the heroine fell on her.

And the fairy godmother among them, when the performance came, because the actor was stuck in a traffic jam on the road, she hurriedly asked a friend from the next class who had a good relationship with her to replace her temporarily—that is Aisha Field.

But that classmate arrived in time in the end, and Aisha didn't have a chance to play.The two got acquainted.

It's like a drama with twists and turns.

"Yes. Now that I think about it, it's a pity that I didn't perform on the same stage." Aisha suddenly smiled slyly, with a little pride and mystery. "Actually, Winnie didn't get stuck in traffic back then. I asked her to make that phone call, and it was justifiable to come to know you."

Flora's eyes widened in surprise.

"I met you once in school. At that time, I felt that ___ this girl, I must know her. Because she is too much like myself."

Across the crowd, she saw that girl at a glance, just like another self in the world.

Flora seemed still in shock, unresponsive to her words.

Aisha was not surprised by this, she continued: "You said at that time that the false princess Cinderella would turn back into Cinderella after twelve o'clock. But in my heart, you have always been a perfect princess."

"My dear princess, I will always be your fairy godmother."

The author has something to say: My only magic is to make you still a beautiful princess when twelve o'clock strikes midnight.