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

Sherlock only listened to this sentence.

"OK, I'll take this case. I still need some clues. I need to go to the apartment she was in before she disappeared."

The old gentleman nodded, and didn't ask Sherlock how he knew his daughter disappeared in the apartment, but just took out a key from his coat pocket and put it on the table.

"Mr. Sherlock, here are the keys to my daughter's apartment. The location is at 107C West Maplewood Street. I'm sorry I have to go back to attend to some business and cannot accompany you. If you need any assistance, please call my private number , or you can come to the house and find me directly. My surname is Field, and I am quite well-known in London."

Although the tone was modest, the old gentleman seemed to be sure that no one in London did not know this surname.

After speaking, he handed out a business card with exquisite workmanship.

Sherlock didn't answer.

But he echoed what the old Mr. Field had said.

"Oh, it won't work if you go."

Old Field was not angry at his rudeness, and he stood up, saying goodbye to Sherlock.

"If you can get my daughter back, I am willing to pay a handsome reward."

After that, he left tremblingly on crutches.

Christa stood up, "I'll take you down."

Respecting the old and caring for the young is her consistent virtue, she is not as impolite as some Mr. Detective who goes his own way!

The old gentleman patted her hand kindly, "Little girl, you are much more sensible than your boyfriend!"

She twitched the corners of her mouth, "You misunderstood, Mr. Holmes and I just happened to rent the house of the same lady."

Don't see a man and a woman in the same room and think that they have some illicit relationship, hey!!

Not everyone can find a girlfriend, okay?

"That's my misunderstanding, but you really match well."

……

Sorry, I think a cute girl like me is not worthy of someone who deserves to be single for 1 years.

Christa hurriedly sent Mr. Field to his low-key and luxurious private car.

She turned around and found that the door of 221B had been closed.

……

I can't get in again.

I regret that I didn't ask the landlady's phone number before I came to London.

Mr. Sherlock, who seemed to have just closed the door, stood on the side of the road, reaching out to hail a taxi.

It seems that they are ready to investigate the case.

"Krista," Mr. Holmes called to her.

She moved over slowly, "Sir, what can you do?"

"Get in the car." Succinctly.

Want her to go find the missing princess together?

She raised her eyebrows and quickly thought about her situation.

The landlady had been out for a while, on the grounds that the plate of cookies she had served Sherlock had not yet cooled.

The coffee cup and the cookie plate in the living room are obviously a set. Sherlock is not a person who likes sweets, otherwise the cookies will not be in a neat plate when they are about to cool down. In the case of a customer, it is clear at a glance who brought the cookie.

Since the landlady won't come back for a while, Sherlock didn't bring the key, the house will definitely not be able to enter, and she really has nowhere to go, so it's not bad to go looking for the princess with the detective.

She opened the car door resolutely, sat down beside Sherlock, smiled sweetly, and said to the driver: "West Maple Street, thank you."

Sherlock glanced at her thoughtfully.

Callouses are evident on the right hand, but not on the left.

When opening the door, the first reaction is to be left-handed, and immediately switch to the right hand.

……

The flexibility of the left hand and the right hand are similar. I used to use my left hand, but now I use my right hand habitually. At the same time, I deliberately cover up my left hand.

"Mr. Holmes, why didn't you ask that Mr. Field for more specific information?"

"Why should I waste my time listening to a lame lie?" His tone was almost mean.

indeed.She curled her lips.The old gentleman never intended to tell the truth from the start.

Although Old Field was depressed and looked extremely worried about his daughter's sudden disappearance, the details of a person couldn't hide the truth.

From the beginning to the end, the old Mr. Field did not show his anxiety about his daughter's disappearance, and even finally gave up looking for clues together and went back to deal with affairs.And the hesitation between the words is more like careful consideration of the content of the speech.

The clothes that can be called a model match are extraordinarily neat, and there is not a single wrinkle to be found.Meanwhile, old Mr. Field had shaved carefully to-day, and hardly any stubble could be seen on his chin.

It's hard to see how much a father can worry about his daughter who spends so much time cleaning up his appearance.

The most important point is that the daughter lost news for three days, and the old gentleman just asked someone to look for it, instead of calling the police.

This is really interesting.

There was a deep smile on her lips, and the brilliance in her eyes was inexplicable.

But at least it is certain that the missing princess is safe for the time being.After all, fathers are not worried.

These interesting contradictions are what attracted her to follow, and the same is true of Mr. Holmes who presumably came.

West Maple Street is located in the East End of London. The location is expensive and it is considered a well-known middle-class residence in London.

107c.The apartment of a troubled princess.

Christa looked at the dust condition on the ground at the door, no one has been in or out for several days, so the thick dust must have accumulated!

After the daughter couldn't be contacted, the father didn't even take a look at the daughter's residence.

No wonder he didn't ask Sherlock how he knew his daughter had disappeared from the apartment, since he didn't know either.

She glanced at the key that Sherlock had stuck in the door again. Judging from the wear and tear, it was a spare key.

She was still studying the wear and tear of the keys here, and Sherlock had already violently opened the mailbox.

Unfortunately, he only found a few promotional flyers from it.

Christa looked around again, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and there was no trace of man-made damage.

Everything is normal and no different from other houses around.These residents would never have noticed that someone was missing if they didn't make a big splash.

Pushing the door open, the curtains in the empty house were all drawn, and no light could seep in.

Sherlock turned on the light.

"Mr. Holmes, have you discovered anything?"

She stared at the huge watercolor painting on the wall and asked casually.

It was a portrait of two young girls, one of whom rested his chin on the other in a very intimate relationship.

In the lower right corner of the painting, a small string of English is written in italics, to the effect that:

In March 2000 at Downses Garden.

Later signed by Aisha Field.

It seems that the name of the missing princess is finally known.

Sherlock finished flipping through the pile of newspapers stacked on the bookshelf, and put them back as they were.Answered Krista's question casually, "Aisha Field voluntarily left with someone before four o'clock on Wednesday afternoon."

Everything perfectly shows this sign.The doors and windows were closed, the curtains were drawn, and the items were cleaned up neatly. There was no food residue in the whole house, not even a piece of garbage.

This was a completely planned disappearance.

The owner cleaned up all traces before leaving.

She even had time to call the newspaper delivery man, not to deliver newspapers during this time.

Sherlock looked through all the newspapers in the room. The date of the newspaper was Wednesday morning, and there was no new newspaper delivery in the mailbox.

So Aisha Field left the apartment on Wednesday.

One day earlier than what Old Field said.

And it is speculated that the time is before four o'clock, one is because Sherlock found a takeaway ticket in the drawer that he didn't have time to throw away.

It was written on the ticket that the delivery time was two o'clock in the afternoon.

It can be inferred from the neat and orderly layout of the room that Aisha Field is a person with a regular life.

So something happened in the middle that made her have to postpone the meal time.

The other was because Elsa Field set the alarm on her clock.The default program of this kind of clock is that after the time is set, it will ring at the same time every day.

If she left after the bell rang, she would close the bell.

And he had just inspected the clock, and its bell had not been shut.

The alarm clock is set for four o'clock.

And she obviously needs to allow enough time to eat and deal with traces, so a more accurate guess is between three and four in the afternoon.

Christa didn't care how complicated and meticulous reasoning was contained in Sherlock's understatement.

She responded flatly, and began to study the part of the question she was interested in.

"Mr. Holmes, do you know who the lady next to Elsa Field is in this painting?"

Aisha Field herself is very recognizable. After all, she and Old Field are related by blood, and they can be seen as father and daughter at a glance.

But the girl leaning on Aisha Field in the painting is not as simple as an ordinary friend to Princess Aisha!

Krista smiled softly.

This has to be thanks to the previous memory of this body, so that she can see some clues from the painting.

"A well-connected friend of Elsa Field, of a well-to-do family." Even the best consulting detective in England could not find much clues from a single drawing mixed with too much subjective imagination.

"Maybe this is the dragon that kidnapped the princess!" Krista smiled mysteriously.

Mr. Sherlock obviously didn't quite understand her humor.

He glanced at her. "You should focus your mind on some more useful clues."

hehe.Christa didn't want to talk to him at all. She turned aside, hoping to find some clues about the lady in the painting from this house.

The house is so clean.She suspected that Princess Aisha did not do a good job in cleaning up, but was cautious by nature.

In such a large house, apart from the conspicuous painting, it was hard to find any information about such a lady whose intimacy was far beyond ordinary friends.

Convenient tools for finding information, such as computers and mobile phones, have also been taken away.

In this house, you can tell that not long ago there lived a regular single woman who studied painting and went to college nearby.High artistic talent, rich family, well-educated, elegant taste, not good at cooking.

But you can't see any of the owner's interpersonal status.

Such prudent living habits actually appeared in an ordinary young lady.

Krista felt incredible.

Fortunately, Miss Aisha is not completely trying to erase her relationship situation.

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She found a photo album on a shelf in the study.

Living room outside.

Sherlock dug out the business card for the newspaper order from the small cabinet next to the sofa.

Then dialed the number above with the landline.

After a few seconds, the phone was connected.

"Miss Field?"

"Oh? Is that Mr. Edmund?" Sherlock sat down on the sofa and started his performance without blinking.

"Yes. You are?" The other end of the phone was also confused. It was always a gentle female voice, but today it suddenly became a male voice.

"I'm Georgia Green. Aisha's high school classmate. I came to London as an exchange student, and now I'm staying at Aisha's house."

"Well, Mr. Green, what can you do?"

"Aisha stopped subscribing to the newspaper before, but I have always had the habit of reading the newspaper in the morning, so I want to continue subscribing to your newspaper."

"Oh, yes. I'll check...

Aisha stopped her newspaper subscription for half a month before, so you just need to make up for the ten days of subscription."

"Okay, thank you."

Sherlock hung up the phone, lost in thought.

Aisha Field is expected to leave in half a month, half a month, what can she do?

He thought for a while, but had no idea for the time being.So he opened his mouth and called out, "Krista!"

At this time, his mobile phone made a cheerful sound.

It's a strange call.

He pressed answer and hung up after a while.

Christa came out of the study with a photo album in her arms.Discover the surprise in Mr. Detective's cold expression.

"What's the matter?" She was quite surprised.

"Aisha Field is back."

The author has something to say: place names and street names are all made up, don't care.

The timeline is also not very reliable.

Small theater:

Krista: I am a time traveler.

Sherlock: No, you are not.

Krista: Well, I'm a Reborn.

Sherlock: No, you are not.

Krista: You're right, I'm not a human being, I'm the greatest wizard of the century.Even if I don't know magic.

Sherlock: Wake up, your song is not finished yet.

(The content of the small theater has nothing to do with the main text)