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

Krista immediately told McCoff about it, but McCoff didn't sound particularly concerned.

"Sherlock will be measured."

It's as if Sherlock is just going to be a guest at someone's house in general.

Christa was silent for a few seconds before responding to him: "I think most of the time Sherlock is not that measured."

He pursues excitement, despises rules, and the secular sense cannot restrain his eager thoughts.

Mycroft seemed to laugh, "Krista, this requires you to get him back before he goes too far."

"...I will, but you may need to provide me with some help when necessary."

"Happy to serve."

She hung up the call, softly instructed Ming Anna to continue looking for someone, and went to Cecil's office by herself.Cecil had already left, but nothing in this office had been touched.

There is a photo on the desk, the photo is torn from the middle, and the corners are slightly worn, as if it has been rubbed for many times.

There are two young children in the photo, one can be identified as Cecil through the familiar eyebrows, and the other...is her.She was a teenager.

Krista was sure she didn't have the picture the last time she was here.

She couldn't help but reached out and took the photo out of the frame, only to find that there was a line of immature English written on the back of the photo.

"God came into the world."

God descended into the world.

The handwriting is crooked, and the endings of the letters that keep coming back show that the master was not calm when he wrote this sentence.

Krista tore up the photo expressionlessly.Cecil knew it earlier than she thought. She thought it was the result of the failed experiment that made him suspicious, but in fact it was earlier—she first really touched the world, and It's not about curling up where no one can see.

But what good is that?In this world, it is enough to have Jiang Fei and Christa, and the others are just wild conjectures and should not be believed by anyone.

She knows that Cecil left the photo here on purpose, which can be seen as a secret provocation-even if you take a copy, I still have many such things.

She looked around slowly, were the things she needed to destroy hidden in a hidden corner of this room or where?

In fact, she was glad that Cecil's method must have dealt with all other traces, and judging from his paranoia about this matter, he would treat this matter as an eternal secret and not let anyone know, so he Evidence in electronic form will not be retained, because it would be too uncontrollable.In fact, there are no electronic versions of some secret files kept by the entire organization, which can be regarded as a tradition.

As for those paper documents, with Cecil's ego, he will definitely hide them in this room, and she is sure that she will not find them.

But sometimes being too conceited is not a good thing.She smiled slightly, turned around and dialed Esther's number.

***

Aurora's funeral was low-key, with only a few people present, the parents and a few former friends.

When her bones were sent back, Mrs. Sifle fell ill immediately, and finally held the funeral for Aurora with her sick body.

No one thought that Cecil would come, and the culprit who killed Aurora dared to appear here! Mrs. Sifle immediately drove away the guests coldly.

"Mr. Cecil, you are not required to attend this occasion."

Cecil held the white daisy in both hands, passed through the obstructing people, and gently placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone.Aurora's first name was engraved on the tombstone, but no surname.This is her own request.

He sighed, looked at Mrs. Sifle, who looked angry, and said with a smile: "Aren't you the ones who killed her? Isn't it the so-called family honor? Didn't you always force her?"

Mrs. Sifull has lost her calm and nobility, and her voice sharply accused: "She died because of you. If she hadn't met you, Aurora would always be the most dazzling pearl of the Sifull family!" There is no Sisi Well, none of these things will happen, Aurora will be her forever obedient baby girl, and she will be happy.

She said sobbing.

Cecil raised the corners of his lips mockingly, but did not answer Mrs. Sifle.

Aurora's name was engraved on the tombstone alone, and Cecil found that his memory of this woman was far less faint than he thought.He even clearly remembered that she wore a purple skirt the day he and Aurora went to the playground, and her necklace that day was a beautiful hollow carved flower ball, dark gold, I don't know what material it was.

He lowered his eyes, and whispered to the cold stone tablet with a voice that only he could hear: "Then I wish you better luck after death, beautiful and kind girl, I hope you will not meet me like this in the kingdom of heaven." People... Ah, probably not, after all, people like me will not be able to enter the kingdom of heaven."

After he finished speaking, he left, just like when he came, and there was a soundless silence all over the place.

***

Christa and Ming Anna went to see Jiang Qile. She was in a private nursing home with extremely high secrecy. No one would leak the news that Catherine Gloucester was still alive.

In fact, it was Jiang Qile who asked her to come here, and Ming Anna accompanied her.At this juncture, no one dared to let Krista act alone.

Christa didn't think that the reason why Jiang Qile called her here was because of the will.

She calmly went through these documents, and Jiang Qile left her a large sum of cash, enough for her to live a few lifetimes as she wanted.She raised her eyes and couldn't help asking: "Why?"

The woman sitting on the hospital bed was pale and almost transparent, but she still tried her best to smile at Christa: "Many properties of the Gloucester family have connections with organizations, and it would be troublesome for McCoff to clean them up afterward. I'm not interested in managing these things, so I just leave them for you. After all, you and Sherlock are not very like people who plan their lives carefully, and I don't want you to be troubled by these things in the future."

Krista was a little annoyed: "You know I didn't mean to ask these!"

There was a hesitant expression on Jiang Qile's face, and it took a long time before he said helplessly in an erratic voice: "Didn't I tell you a long time ago? I won't live long! Now I feel pain in all my internal organs, as if my body is a little weaker. One bit was torn apart..." She raised her fragile neck, only her slightly frowning eyebrows showed that her heart was not as calm as her tone showed.

Christa pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and stopped talking.

Jiang Qile smiled: "It's okay, you will meet other people who love you in the future. You deserve to be treated favorably by this world. But I am so tired after all these years, and I seem to never get it." I want it."

Christa moved her fingertips, her body tensed.

Jiang Qile comforted her with a smile, "Don't be afraid, you are A Fei who I will always protect."

With tears in her eyes, she shook her head.

Jiang Qile looked at her with far-sighted eyes, passing through a long time, "That's fine..."

At least now I won't be so worried and guilty.

After a while, she withdrew her gaze, "When I die, burn me to ashes, and don't erect a monument for me."

She reached out to touch her eyelashes, her fingertips resting in the slightest space in front of her eyes.

Contact lenses are still very useful, they can perfectly cover up the eye color that does not belong to normal people.

She didn't want Krista to know about it.

Experiment, that's a really harmful thing.

But on the isolated island overseas, there are people who have completely opposite ideas to hers.

Cecil was playing with the porcelain bottle containing half a tube of Christa's blood. The death of Aurora made Christa relax a little bit. She gave him the blood so easily without thinking about the effect of it. His goddess returns with a gift unique in the world.

He casually tossed this thing to the experimenter, "You can study it yourself, just don't let the guy inside get away." He was talking about Sherlock who was forcibly kidnapped.

Immediately, a person in a white research uniform agreed

Christa thought he was doing it for the dead Aurora, but he was not a fool, how could he survive that kind of situation, no matter how hard he tried, it would be of no avail.Therefore, his goal has always been another person - Sherlock Holmes.

His dear god will love his well-prepared gift.

Cecil couldn't help bending his lips happily.

The author has something to say: A little cutie mentioned that the progress bar is too fast, because I think it seems unnecessary to write this paragraph in detail, and it will appear cumbersome.When discussing with a friend, she said that my plot was long enough, so I decided to write faster...