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

Krista was a little annoyed.

In the five years since she became Christa Hild, in order to avoid being seen as different from the original owner, she has tried her best to avoid this "father".She really has little impression of this nominal "father", and three labels are enough to sum up all her cognition about him—workaholic, rich, and well-maintained.

But now, she demolished her own house, threatened her employees, and even suspected that the people behind the nursing home were not clean.

With the amount of surveillance in this nursing home starting from the gate, maybe that cheap daddy will be asked her immediately after she goes back, why did she go to do something earth-shattering because she didn't study music theory well in London.

She doesn't want to deal with her father, that's definitely not a good thing for her.

It's all Sherlock's fault!

Emma looked at her with more fierce eyes, thinking that what she mentioned had offended her, and shrank her body to avoid her sight.

Christa rubbed the space between her brows, "Sit down. Alan Davis was with you from the beginning? Didn't you transfer to another nursing home?"

Emma picked up the overturned stool, sat down carefully next to the edge, racked her brains to recall the messy and scattered information in her mind, "Mr. Allen has lived with us for more than two years, have you lived in other places?" I don't know about the sanatorium...it should have been here from the beginning."

"How often does Flora come?"

"I come here every week. In fact, Miss Davis hired a special nurse, but the old man likes to call Miss Davis by her name when he is unconscious, and he will look for her everywhere. So Miss Davis often comes to accompany her old sir."

……

Christa wanted to continue asking, but the phone in her pocket started to vibrate, and Sherlock's text messages came one after another.

"611 West Building, come quickly.——SH"

"Hurry up. -SH"

"Help. - SH"

She closed the phone cover with a snap, "[-] pounds, check the check-in records. It started five years ago. Going back, has there ever been a lady named Jiang Li, Asian. After checking, send a message to Me." After that, he leaned over and wrote down a string of numbers.

That was the only question she wanted to know from beginning to end.

Jiang Li, the biological mother of her body, died in a seamless "accidental" car accident.

If she had Sherlock's computer skills, she wouldn't have to be so devious.

Debating the direction sadly, she envied Sherlock's tricks from the bottom of her heart while pressing the elevator floor.

611.

The door was half-open, and a faint smell of blood seeped out.

She stopped for a while and listened to the sounds, the cloth rubbing against the floor, the sound of gasping, the dripping of liquid, the whirring of the air-conditioning fan blades, and... the crisp collision of steel products falling on the floor.

"Sherlock!" Her fingers under the sleeve moved slightly, and the door was completely pushed open.

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The room was in a mess and was bloody red.

Blood splashed on the walls and the floor, as if it still carried the warmth of the human body.A large expanse of bloody red under her feet, like red paint that has been spilled all over the floor, meanders across the soles of her shoes, and stretches out of the door without any haste.

She endured her discomfort with the strong bloody smell, and looked at Sherlock who was bending over the hospital bed to observe.

There was a corpse on the hospital bed, which should be the source of all the blood in this room.

She turned her eyes away and noticed the old man curled up in the corner.He was wearing a clean hospital gown, his chest was conspicuously red with blood, his eyes were slack, and he was holding a fruit knife in his hand. The bright silver blade was dripping with bright red blood beads, and a flower was opened on the milky white tiles. Dark colored flowers.

He held the knife tightly in front of his chest, his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, his lips fluttered up and down, but no sound came out.

Christa stared at him for a long while before distinguishing a few fragmented syllables from the shape of her lips, "Flora...death...revenge..."

She was slightly taken aback, "This is Allen...Davis?"

"Yes." Sherlock finished his observation of the corpse on the hospital bed and walked to her side.Christa was not used to the bloody smell that suddenly became stronger, so she subconsciously took two steps away from him.

"Who is that person on the bed over there? So pitiful." It is estimated that he had to be stabbed dozens of times to bleed so much.

"Blaze Williams." Sherlock didn't pay attention to her small movements, "Flora gave him a large amount of phenobarbital before leaving, causing him to be put into a coma by a powerless, delirious The unidentified lunatic stabbed 23 times before he died. It is indeed very pitiful."

Krista:  …

If you didn't speak in this contemptuous tone, I might still believe you were sympathizing with him.

"So..." She looked around, "Where's Alan's 24-hour escort?" In order to take Blaise away in time, it was normal for Flora to remove his escort.But what about Allen?

Everyone was killed, but no one noticed.

Sherlock glanced at her in disgust, and walked towards Alan Davis.

"The escort was stabbed and passed out in Allen's room."

"In this case, you should call an ambulance!" Christa felt helpless. Sherlock's behavior did not meet the standards of any normal human being.

"I didn't get stabbed, I just fainted from fright, why should I waste this kind of time?"

He knelt down in front of Allen, his eyes level with him, "Who killed Flora?"

Alan's reaction to the name Flora was particularly intense, and he made a hoarse and broken voice: "Flora...my Flora...those bastards killed my cutest little daughter. But it's okay, Flora... Dad avenged you..." He chuckled as he spoke.

revenge?Christa, who heard this word for the second time, tilted her head, somewhat puzzled.

Moreover, Aisha said that Allen Davis had Alzheimer's disease, but what he showed was more like... after the collapse of the psychological defense line... he went crazy.

"Why did they kill Flora?"

"Dead?... No, my Flora is not dead, she has always been with me. Always...always." Allen put the knife on his chest with both hands, as if embracing his most beloved Daughter, tears melted away the blood on the silver blade, "I finally saved her, I killed that beast... My Flora, will never be hurt again."

Krista's eyes narrowed slightly, and she let go of her fisted fingers hidden under her long sleeves.

She thought she knew who Flora Davis was now.

That is not the "Flora", but Erinyes who returned in the name of the "Flora" who died many years ago.

The legendary Nemesis.

The current Flora Davis should be Ellen's adopted child after the death of her own daughter, entrusting a father's love and guilt for his daughter.She inherited the original Flora's name, identity, and even hatred.

Flora Davis and Aisha Field have known each other for nearly eight years, so she has existed as Ellen's daughter for more than eight years.Eight years ago, Blaize was just a teenager, so the person who killed the real Flora should be Blaize's father, Lord Williams.It is not surprising that Allen confused the lookalike father and son while delirious.

Later, Flora Davis took Blaise away by Elsa's hand.Allen went crazy and was hospitalized first, and Blaise disappeared behind.If Allen remembered to avenge his daughter when he was insane, then it is impossible that he has not had the slightest plan for all these years.It's just that before the plan could be executed, he went crazy.So the revenge plan can only be carried out by Flora Davis.And she chose to use Aisha Field to complete this revenge.

It can also explain why you chose Blaise ____ lost your only daughter many years ago, and it will make you feel the pain of losing a child many years later!

However, Flora may not have logically used Aisha to get rid of Blaise out of some interest considerations.In the end, Blaze died at the hands of Allen Davis.

It's like a cycle of fate.

Christa lowered her head, the only question left now is, how did the real Flora die?What kind of death method will make a father go crazy, but still remember the hatred of the year.

Sherlock stood up, "Let's go find Garner Vincent."

The author has something to say: I really don't have goo. (crying)

Question: In which chapter does Garner Vincent appear? (??д??)

I still climb up and talk about it, because the writing is really tangled. I thought I could update it every day when I didn't take the exam... But obviously I can't do it...

Then everyone knows that the exam month is June, and there are more things to be handed over in the author department, because of the new term,

So... I can only say that I will try my best to update it every day, and there will be nothing until I finish writing.But it is guaranteed to be updated at least once every two days.If not, I will explain and ask for leave in advance.

This is my first novel, and I want to finish writing it well, and I will definitely not abandon the pit.My friend always said that I goo (crying with anger) every day, the daily change is [-], and the guy who has saved the manuscript is deeply malicious to the scum of the opponent with a speed of [-].

It is expected that this article will be relatively long, and daily updates can be guaranteed during the summer vacation.Cuties who can’t accept unstable updates can be raised, don’t abandon the author (Erkang hand)

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