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

"It takes five hours to drive from here to Field Manor." Christa pouted, "Sherlock, if you want to ask him about old stories and anecdotes about the Field family, let me tell you how a normal human being handles it. Open Cell phone, text Lestrade to ask for Garner Vincent's number, call. Three minutes."

Garner Vincent, as an accomplice, has not been detained for the time being due to insufficient evidence.But he left his contact information at Scotland Yard when he was arraigned, and asking Lestrade was the easiest way.

Sherlock's expression froze suspiciously for a second, "You're right, it's a good idea. You send him a message."

"...It's not that I want to ask for clues." Christa scoffed at his laziness, "There is another more important thing here. Can't you ask yourself?"

Flora may have reserved the entire sixth floor in order to prevent Blaise from being recognized, resulting in no one at all on the sixth floor.The bloody smell is so strong that no one has discovered it yet.She and Sherlock are the only ones who can deal with this in time. Well, obviously, Sherlock is unreliable...

"You're going to call Scotland Yard now anyway." Sherlock put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, with a rather nasty smile.

"..."

Krista decided to pretend she didn't hear, and quickly dialed Scotland Yard, "This is Sherlock Holmes. Yes, he found the trail of Blaise Williams... oh, he didn't Died, but sadly he was killed by Alan Davies before Mr. Holmes arrived... He may have suffered from mental illness,... Yes, this is Yorkshire... Greenwood Sanitarium. . . . ...Please send Garner Vincent's number to Mr. Holmes, he hopes to get some new clues from it...Okay, please come over as soon as possible."

She felt at ease by throwing all the blame on Sherlock.

No longer caring about Sherlock, her eyes fell on Allen who was holding the knife in both hands, the blood-stained blade almost touching his cheek, and his eyes were drooping, showing a look of unbearable pain.

She walked lightly and approached the delirious old bereaved woman without any disturbance.Allen didn't respond to her approach at all, but held the handle of the knife stubbornly, murmuring Flora's name to it.

Christa knelt down and gave him a gentle smile

___ Not the polite smile that usually comes from upbringing, but the genuine gentleness that seems to be able to forgive and tolerate everything.

"Flora is a very cute girl."

"Flora... my Flora..." Allen didn't understand her words, but just had a subconscious reaction to his daughter's name.The knife in his hand was clenched a little bit, and a light bloodstain was drawn on the face mottled with vicissitudes.

She sighed softly and said softly, "Give me the knife, please? Your knife will hurt a lovely girl like Flora, and she will hurt. Come, give it to me." She said slowly and He firmly pulled out the knife he was holding in his hand.

Alan seemed to understand what she meant, and let go of his hand a little, "Flora...yes...Flora is most afraid of pain...you can't hurt her, you can't..."

Christa took the opportunity to draw out all the knives, and the sharp blade cut her palm, the warm blood gushing out mixed with the cold and sticky red on the blade, which was the boundary between life and death.

Throwing the drawn knife away casually, the blade smashed against the bright and clean tiles, making a crisp sound.

Ignoring the pain of being cut open in the palm of her hand, Christa stretched out her other uninjured hand, and wiped off the blood on Allen's face bit by bit with her sleeve. "We have to clean ourselves up, otherwise Flora will dislike you for being so dirty and won't let you get close."

Allen tried his best to squeeze out a kind and gentle smile, coupled with his blood-stained but unspeakable twist, "Flora likes a clean one the most, and I want to see her clean."

"Yes. You have to clean yourself up." She was like a dedicated daughter, carefully grooming her crazy old father.

After tidying up, she helped Allen stand up, and sat down on a chair beside him.

Sherlock received the phone number and question mark from Lestrade, subconsciously ignored the latter, and went to the corridor to make a call.

Before going out, he glanced at Krista.The girl's sleeves and clothes were stained with a lot of traces of blood, and the hand that had held the blade was curled up, and the blood dripped from between the fingers.She supported Allen Davis with her uninjured hand, and her gentle smile reminded him of Bach's "Aria on the G String".

There is no pain at all, and I don't care about the blood stains.And obviously he was the one who had to take two steps back with a little bloody smell.

Contradictory but natural.

***

Sherlock waited for a minute before the call was connected.

That's one of the reasons he doesn't like this cumbersome form of communication.

"...Hi, may I ask if you are..."

"Sherlock Holmes. Mr. Vincent, I would like to ask you whether there has ever been an accidental death at the Field House."

There was a moment of hesitation over there, as if recalling, "...you said so, there was indeed an accident in the house, but that happened many years ago. It seems that it has been ten years... no, 11 years. That's just It was just a random accident. But at that time, the Field family was in a difficult situation. In order to avoid the impact on the family's reputation, Mr. suppressed this matter. I don't know much... It seems that there is Lord Williams' help, It was only after that that Mr. Williams became friendly with Williams gradually. Lord Williams was a very enthusiastic person, and he liked Miss Aisha very much at that time. Miss Aisha was different when she was a child and now..."

"Is there any noticeable difference between Aisha Field and before?" Sherlock caught this sentence from his confused word order.

"...Why do you ask that?" He was a little puzzled, but he still tried his best to recall Aisha's changes over the years, "Not really... It's just that Miss Aisha is not as close to people as she was when she was a child, and she treats people more coldly... But This is nothing, heirs like them can't help themselves..."

"How close is Williams to Aisha Field when he was a child?" The thread that can connect all things is about to be found out from countless threads.

"It's like having a biological child. My husband didn't care as much about Miss Aisha as Lord Williams when I was a child. Lord Williams seems to like children very much. He visits Miss Aisha every week and plays with her in the room. .Miss Aisha was an awkward child when she was a child. Every time she saw Lord Williams, she liked to pretend to be unhappy, but she could play with Lord Williams for hours every time."

"Oh... By the way, I remember that Lord Williams mentioned Miss Aisha when he talked with Mr., probably saying that if he didn't like Miss Aisha so much, he would not have considered saving the Field family's plight at that time."

"Williams was there when the accident happened." Sherlock said firmly.

"Yes, the accident happened at a dinner party. Lord Williams seemed to be the first person to discover the accident. Because of the accident, several maids were dismissed." Garner became more and more confused, " What are you asking for, Mr Holmes?"

"Prove my conjecture." The unbearable truth behind this painstaking revenge has been buried for many years.

Across the wall, Krista was trying to appease Alan Davis, who was trying to find her daughter.

"Where's my Flora?...my daughter...she's gone..." Allen jumped off the chair in a panic and searched around the room.

"She hasn't disappeared, she just ran out to play, and she will be back soon..." Christa originally wanted to use this to appease him, but what she didn't expect at all was that after hearing this sentence, Allen said, Finally, all the slightly stable emotions burst out.

"No,...Flora can't play, it will be dangerous...you can't play in Field's house...you will be killed, you will meet...you will meet...I am going to save her, Flora, My Flora..."

"Flora...was...killed at Field Manor?" She repeated it with difficulty, feeling absurd that it really was so.

The author has something to say: The truth is about to go online.I wish you all a happy Children's Day.

This one should end around chapter twenty.

Then the next dungeon is a poignant love story (breathing smoke), probably the safest one.