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

Christa reported herself to her family, causing the person in charge's shrewd eyes to struggle with a gap in the layers of soft flesh on both sides of her cheeks in surprise.

"Oh! God! What a coincidence! Were you the first to discover the case?"

Christa turned sideways, pointed at Sherlock, and said with a slight smile, "It's not me, it's this Mr. Detective."

The intention of the person in charge is obvious. If she, the investor's daughter, is the original discoverer, then he will certainly be able to bear less responsibility.But she is not the kind of selfless altruist.

The middle-aged detective interrupted the meaningless conversation, "Okay, everyone, let's understand the specific situation first." He looked around, "What's going on with the suspect?"

He was referring to Alan Davis who was knocked unconscious by Krista and thrown onto the bed by Sherlock.

The detectives who came with him had already begun to survey the scene during the brief conversation. Krista did not pay attention to them, but only cast her eyes on the square tiles reflecting the blurred outline, and completely handed over the scene to the detective.

Docile and silent.In the chaotic scene, no one would give her a second look except Sherlock who had other plans for her.

"It was obvious at the scene that Alan Davis entered Blaise Williams' room by mistake at first, and then the escort who followed him took him back to his room on the other side of the corridor. After Alan returned, he took advantage of the escort's inattention. He took away the fruit knife and took the opportunity to stab her. Of course, he missed the stab, and the escort lady fainted from her own fright. And Blaise was injected with a large amount of phenobarbital drugs for a long time, and she lost her mind. Qing, just like that, was sent to see God by Allen in a dream, and by the way, none of the 23 stabs that Blaize was stabbed was fatal." He lifted his lips when he said this, with Sherlock Holmes' meanness , "He died of excessive blood loss."

This is really miserable.

"Then, our kind Miss Hilde called the police after she arrived, and at the cost of sacrificing one hand, she took away the murder weapon from Allen's hand. Oh, of course she didn't forget to use her other normal hand to knock her unconscious Alan Davies. York Police should give her a service pin."

Everyone looked suspiciously at her in turn, as if they couldn't believe that such a thin girl could subdue a crazy murderer.

Her expression remained unchanged, and her tone was brisk, "I have to thank Mr. Holmes for his help. I definitely can't do it alone!"

With a few words, she led everyone to put the credit on Sherlock.

"That's the way it is, and it's easy to obtain evidence. The murder weapon is on the ground over there. Thank you kind Miss Hilde for adding a lot of difficulty to your work—her blood and fingerprints are left on that dagger. You brought people You can close the case when you go back, as for whether Alan Davis has a mental disorder, you have to judge for yourself."

The person in charge came out to smooth things over with a smile, "It's understandable that the young lady doesn't know enough about the procedures to solve the case. After all, she is also kind. Mr. Holmes, next time you encounter such a situation, you can also remind me!"

These words are suspected of accusing Sherlock of not saying anything.The person in charge is a good hand at throwing the blame away. He wanted to throw it at her before, but now he wants to drag Sherlock into the water.

Christa slandered secretly, but she admitted her mistake on the face with a good attitude, "I'm sorry, I did not think carefully about this matter. I was too impulsive."

"It's okay. Miss Hilde, but I hope you don't do this next time. It's very dangerous. Let us deal with these gangsters." The middle-aged detective whispered to his subordinates again, "Please two Leave a contact information, if necessary, we will summon the two in time. Now the two can leave."

"Thank you for your teaching." Christa said sincerely, pulling Sherlock's sleeve again, "Let's go first."

Sherlock's eyes lightly passed over her pale fingertips, impulsive?I'm afraid not.

Most people are at her age, their minds are not yet fully developed, and it is normal for them to be impulsive and irritable.As for Christa, although she said that her emotions are completely in line with the performance of a normal person, no matter whether she is sad, angry, excited, or joyful, she will show it.However, all her mood swings have a precise range, and no matter what happens, her mood changes will not exceed this range.

She has a precise grasp of her emotions.Such a person, would easily impulsively do something reckless?impossible.

"Are you going to Scotland Yard to make a closing report?" After leaving the gate of the nursing home, Christa covered her mouth and yawned. She was too tired this day, and she was a little out of energy.

"Why go? Waste of time."

"You think the truth is enough?" She thought for a while and understood his thoughts.

In any case, it is undeniable that Aisha Field committed suicide herself.Although Flora Davis played the role of the behind-the-scenes messenger, Aisha voluntarily killed the person. At most, Flora "unintentionally" revealed her resentment and fear for Blaze in front of Aisha.This matter has nothing to do with Flora, and it is impossible to convict her from a legal point of view.

Even though Flora is suspected of kidnapping Blaise and blackmailing Williams, the other two protagonists in this matter, Williams and Blaise, are both dead. If she wants to pluck herself clean, with the rich heiress With her wealth, there are naturally a lot of lawyers to fish her out of this muddy water.

It's too easy to take it lightly.

Therefore, even if Sherlock completes the background of this case, it will not have any major impact on the specific direction of the whole case.

The existing evidence is enough to close the case.

"In that case, let's go to dinner." She took out an exquisitely crafted gold pocket watch with engraved rose patterns around it from her pocket, and glanced at the time, "The time is just right."

Sherlock stared at the pocket watch in her hand until she pocketed it again.

"What's wrong?" Christa asked puzzled.

His gaze was too fierce, like a hunter hiding in the dark finally locked on to its prey, which made her heart skip a beat.This watch was made by an old craftsman she paid a lot of money for. It is unique in this world.This can't make him find out what's wrong, can it?

"It's expensive, and the dial is engraved with your name - private order. In your financial situation, you should not afford it."

She loosened the hand holding the pocket watch in her pocket, letting it fall safely into the bottom of the soft pocket, and there was a small sound between the watch chain and the fabric.

"A gift from a friend. As for whether I have a friend who is rich enough to afford it, I don't bother you to speculate. Taking a step back, even if I bought this watch myself, why do you think I am burdened?" Sorry? After all, I am my father's only daughter, so he doesn't need to be harsh on me financially."

Her tone was light, explaining indifferently.

Sherlock smiled meaningfully, "Of course I wouldn't spend my energy on such insignificant little things."

It's not that she doesn't have friends who are well-off, but that she doesn't have a friend who is close enough to make her value the gift from the other party so important.

Another lame lie.

***

Emma huddled behind the desk at the reception, and only raised her head tremblingly after the detectives carried away the unconscious bodies of Alan and Blaise.

The timidity and cowardice between her delicate makeup was swept away, and she looked at the backs of the group of people walking away, she sneered indifferently, took out the mirror from her bag calmly, and carefully touched up her own makeup. Not even a shake.

After putting on a delicate makeup and straightening her shirt in front of the mirror, she Shi Shiran stood up and walked to the innermost part of the nursing home.

On the quiet road shaded by trees, when her seven-inch high-heeled shoes landed on the ground, the sound was inaudible.

She pressed the buttons for several floors in turn on the elevator, and the elevator stopped firmly on a certain floor after a few seconds.

This floor is not quite similar to other places in the nursing home, it is clean and tidy, but the cleaning requirements here are much higher than outside.

Emma is not here for the first time.

This is the core of the entire sanatorium, and everything else is just a superficial cover-up.

In order to ensure its secrecy, this floor is not directly connected to the stairs and elevators. You can only enter this floor by pressing the corresponding key in the elevator, which is the only way to enter and exit.The four internal stairs of this building are separated from this floor by a thick wall. After special protection, even bullets cannot penetrate it.

This is the "non-existent" floor of the building.

She walked quickly through the corridor, keeping her eyes on the rooms with closed doors and blocking all sound, and went straight to an ordinary office at the far left.

She knocked on the door.

A gentle young voice came from inside, "Come in."

Emma was surprised for a moment when she heard the voice, and pushed the door open to go in.

The young man sitting behind the desk unhurriedly put on the cap of his pen, and then slowly raised his eyes to look at her.

"Miss told me about it. Since she's not here, I'll report back another day. Goodbye, Mr. Lester."

"Wait." The young man put the signed documents aside, and stopped Emma just as she was about to step out of the room.

"Do you have anything to explain?" Emma turned her head back, her tone respectful.

"Is it about that Jiang?" He seemed to be a little interested, with his right hand propping up his side face, and his light blue eyes, which were particularly eye-catching among the crowd of Caucasians, held a three-point playful smile.

Emma couldn't help trembling all over, and replied vigilantly: "Yes, the lady came to the nursing home today, and she came with a young man. That man should be Sherlock Holmes. They have a normal relationship, and they seem to be investigating Dai. About Wes. The lady was alert and intelligent, and she seemed to know something. She asked me about her mother's check-in records."

"Oh?"

"Ms. Jiang Li has never been hospitalized with us, but that lady stayed here for a while when she was a child."

"Then tell her the truth."

"But……"

"It's okay, do as I say." His tone was gentle, but unquestionable, "It's interesting this way. The roses that have been kept in the greenhouse always make people feel that something is missing."

"Yes."

"By the way, remember to ask Owen to take a look at Mr. Allen, who is said to be insane. After all these years, he must have missed his daughter very much."

The author has something to say: Lester: As a villain who has lived the longest besides the protagonist, it is really not easy for me to have a name as soon as I appear on the scene.