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

"...Moreover, you have nothing to blame. It's me who makes the choice, and it has nothing to do with you. The only things worth dying for in this world are art and myself."

"Who is Cinderella?" Sherlock, who was guarding the monitor with a group of Scotland Yard agents, suddenly turned his head and asked Christa.

Christa coughed suspiciously, held back a smile and explained: "It's the heroine in a story. She wanted to attend the prince's dinner, but there was no suitable dress, so the fairy godmother used magic to make a dress for her." , but after twelve o'clock, the magic will expire."

This is a... poor little detective without a childhood!

"Put away your stupid eyes like goldfish." Sherlock was displeased, "This story is ridiculous."

She didn't take it seriously, and softly blocked Sherlock's words, "Isn't such an absurd story happening right under your eyes?"

"It's not absurd, but very interesting." Sherlock stopped looking at Flora who was crying on the screen, turned and walked outside, and waved his back to Krista, "Follow me!"

"Where are we going?" Krista covered her mouth and let out a small yawn, asking casually.

Anyway, it is impossible to return to 221B.

"Go to Blaise Williams." He raised his hand, "taxi!"

The drowsiness slowed down Christa's reaction, "Blaze? He has been missing for two years. Where can I find him?"

"Greenwood Nursing Home." Sherlock opened the car door and said to the driver, "Yorkshire, West Principe Street."

London to York, four hours by car!

Christa looked at Sherlock in confusion, "Why don't you let Scotland Yard go?"

"Blize would have drowned in the Thames long ago by the time they finished a bunch of formalities, took the transfer order, and went looking for someone slowly."

……Fine.This reason is very Sherlock Holmes.

The persuaded little girl Christa obediently got into the taxi.

People like Sherlock who go out to rent out, life is really happy!

"How did you deduce that Blaise was there?" Krista wondered at his speculation.Although it is indeed possible, how can Sherlock be sure?

"Obviously. Flora came directly from the nursing home. There were a few golden hairs on her clothes. She had short hair and belonged to an adult man. The color was dry, the hair was greasy, and she was malnourished. The living conditions of this man were terrible. Suppressed, manic, hasn't left the house for a long time. Flora had a quick meeting with him before she left. ___"

"Judging from the current situation, there is only Blaise Williams." Christa answered naturally, with a serious expression, "Indeed. Flora's performance was too deliberate. She tried her best to avoid eye contact with others. Keep your head down too. Because subtle expressions can easily reveal a person's lies!"

"You're partly right." Sherlock leaned on the seat, "The most important point, Maggie Evans confessed, during the time she was dating Blaize, Flora had contact with him. Flora I took the initiative to send a message to Blaise."

"Flora obviously underestimated...the sensitivity of a woman in love." She commented with a smile.

"But... these two people are together..." Her slender eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a shadow under her eyes with the sun, "...Flora deliberately approached Blaize. Later, Aisha killed him, which was also her expectation Among them? Borrowing a knife to kill someone, and being an innocent and ignorant angel, huh..."

If Flora hadn't been approached on purpose in the first place, she would never have said those dreamy things at Scotland Yard.

The last mask of warmth was torn off, revealing the cold and cruel truth.

A kind of sadness suddenly appeared in her heart.

"Are you thinking of your female elder? Aisha and Flora remind you of her?" Sherlock looked curious.

Christa still couldn't accept this purely curious, harmless gaze, she turned her head slightly, "No, I don't have any female elders. You can temporarily ignore these small, insignificant issues."

"Do your pertinent questions refer to where we go for lunch?"

Christa said confidently: "Food is the most important thing for the people!"

"Is that why you eat four meals a day?"

"...I want you to take care of it! I don't need you to raise it!"

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After Christa was so bored that she cleared Lianliankan on her mobile phone three times, the driver finally took them to the gate of the nursing home.

During the period, Krista stopped the car once, got out and bought two bags of whole wheat bread.One bag for yourself and one bag for...the driver.

Sherlock who was ignored: "This bag of bread is from yesterday."

Christa gave an indifferent "Oh" and continued eating without changing her expression.What's wrong with yesterday's, and it's not poisonous.

The ugly face of capitalism, huh!

... Finally, the kind driver divided the bread into Sherlock's half.

The sanatorium is located in the lush greenery, with the gate closed, quiet and peaceful, like a paradise.

Private nursing homes like this generally require an appointment to visit.

Krista took two steps away from Sherlock vigilantly, "I won't climb over the wall with you again."

"There is a power grid on it. You can live here forever by flipping over it. This is probably the only way your brain full of desserts can come up with." Sherlock walked forward without pausing.

Krista:  …

There is a dedicated reception desk in front of the nursing home.A neatly dressed lady with neatly coiled hair and gold-rimmed glasses received them.

"We're here to visit Mr. Allen Davis." Sherlock was polite, causing Christado to glance at him.

"Do you two have an appointment?" The lady opened the computer page and looked up to ask.

"Yes, George Green and Vanessa Fournier"

...It's Sherlock's buggy computer technology again.

For someone like her who is not very proficient in using even the most basic electronic products such as mobile phones, it is simply cheating!

But the lady in charge of the reception looked at the two of them suspiciously, "Miss Davis told me that she needs her permission to visit Mr. Allen, but I haven't received any news from her here. Please wait a moment, I Give Miss Davis a call to make sure."

Flora is really cautious in handling things, Sherlock is afraid that he will overturn his car!

Christa regretted suppressing her schadenfreude and was about to speak when Sherlock took out an ID from his coat pocket and gestured for a moment in front of the lady who had already dialed the first number.

...that was Lestrade's paper.

She touched her pocket, and after making sure that she hadn't lost anything inexplicably, she said with a smile: "Beautiful lady, it's an urgent case, give me the emergency communicator in your hand."

The lady stood up in panic, and the stool she tripped over made a harsh sound of "here ___" on the ground.

She handed out a small button with both hands, "Mr. Detective, it's none of my business, it's Miss Davis... Before leaving, she said that as long as someone comes to Mr. Allen, just... just... press this button .I don’t know anything! Seriously!”

"We know it's none of your business." Someone who was stupid enough to pull out the button before they were gone really couldn't have anything to do with the case.

Christa took the button and looked at it for a while. It was as delicate as a small imitation gemstone brooch, cheap and low-quality, and would not attract a second glance.She also had such a communicator before, but the shape is much more beautiful than this one.

Throwing the "brooch" to Sherlock, "It's a fun little thing. But how do you know she has it?"

If Sherlock showed Lestrade's papers as soon as he entered the door, the lady could not be eager to tip off.That's why he deliberately gave a false name first.

However, it would be too clever to arrange everything before coming here.

"Clumsy gadget." Sherlock took it, put it in his pocket, and said in a showy tone:

"As soon as I came in I observed that her bracelet was expensive and brand new, but her shoes were cheap and had not been replaced in time. It was obvious that she had just received a fortune yesterday. When I said the name of Alan Davies , her facial muscles were beating, and the corners of her lips were deliberately pressed down, she was suppressing her excitement.

Why?She is looking forward to our arrival, because only in this way can she report the need to obtain further rewards.It was Flora Davis who told her to do this. Obviously, she knew the news of Aisha's arrest yesterday.This can fully prove Flora's crime.

This button, of course, is associated with Blaise Williams.Just press it and someone will take him out of the nursing home in time.As the sole heir of Williams, he can still survive with a meager use value for the time being. "

Krista nodded slightly.

There is only one thing, since Sherlock only saw the clue after he came in, then... "What happened to George and Vanessa?"

"Oh! I just made it up. The Greenwood Sanitarium doesn't have any of these two on the visiting appointment." He replied nonchalantly.

... No wonder she couldn't figure out when Sherlock hacked into the nursing home's information system.

"That's fine. You go find someone, and I'll stay and watch her to prevent her from secretly notifying others later." Christa waved her hand, "Scotland Yard will keep Flora for a maximum of two hours, you have to Hurry up."

At this time, Sherlock really had to thank Scotland Yard for its inefficiency.If he had been released early, would he still be able to show off his reasoning process here?

Christa watched Sherlock's back disappear on the green path of the nursing home, then turned her head and smiled at the pale lady.

Christa glanced at her breastplate, and said slowly: "Ms. Emma, ​​it's boring to stay here, let's play a little quiz game. You have to answer my questions truthfully. "

She obviously smiled as innocently as Flora, but Emma tasted a hint of viciousness.Emma's lips trembled, she opened her mouth several times but failed to utter a sound, so she nodded stiffly.

"Well, the first question—to whom does this sanitarium belong?"

"I'm not very clear either," she looked at Christa tremblingly, fearing that her answer would dissatisfy her. "It is said that it was initiated by a philanthropist. The investor is a pharmaceutical company from Germany. It seems to be called St. Pushy..."

"Saint Pusen." Christa interrupted her with a strange expression on her face.

"You know it!" Emma responded cautiously.

"Of course." She smiled inexplicably, "Not only do I know, I am also very familiar with it. This company is one of the oldest pharmaceutical companies in Germany, a typical family business, and the person in charge of this generation is named Andre Hilde."

Her body, her undeniable biological father in blood.

The author has something to say: This chapter has been completed.

I, Qiu Hu Hansan, are back again, hahahaha!

My Super Fierce Krista expression pack is online, welcome to download!

Sisi's father has no chance to appear in this volume, so it's none of his business, this is for the later copies.All the characters that should appear in this volume have already appeared. (severe spoiler)

Also, Elsa and Flora are not a couple.Really not!

There will be an explanation later!