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

After enduring Sherlock's almost harsh picky about dinner, Krista completely calmed down the urge to splash cream of mushroom soup on Sherlock's face.

How can a guy whose life skills are limited to making coffee have the face to point and point here! She even suspects that this guy can't tell the difference between cabbage and broccoli!

In other words, this soup is really good, you can try it next time, don't bring Sherlock.

Fortunately, they rushed back to 221B before eleven o'clock.

"Good night, Sherlock. Thank you for bringing me a surprise this day." She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, a layer of mist appeared in her eyes, and she looked very sleepy.

"Good night, Krista."

His voice was low, and it sounded in the quiet and dim corridor, with a bit of indescribable tenderness, blown away in the cool October night wind passing through the hall.

Illusion.she thinks.

Sherlock watched her slender figure disappear around the corner, his eyes flickered under the ambiguous shadow of the lamp, he gave a low, inaudible chuckle, turned and entered the room.

***

Christa turned on the light, and the milk boiled before going out in the morning had already been completely cold, and it was quietly left on the table.She poured out the milk slowly, washed the glass, and put it back on the shelf.

It is quite difficult to do this kind of thing with one hand.

Looking up at the window, she sighed softly, and said that it's okay to stay in China, as there have never been any inexplicable people who came to her house.Sherlock's brother is really annoying.

She wiped the water off her hands with a paper towel, took a bundle of piano wire from the freezer in the lower refrigerator, and wrapped it expertly around the windows.

When she did all this, her posture was leisurely and leisurely, but the smile on her lips showed a bit of indifference and sarcasm.

She never welcomes uninvited guests.

The phone vibrated on the sofa for a few seconds, and Christa came out after taking a shower, picked it up and took a look.

It was a text message from the Miss Emma I met in the nursing home.

"I didn't find the check-in record of the Jiang Li you mentioned, but there is a record of another Chinese girl surnamed Jiang, named Jiang Yuebai, who lived here for a period of time eight years ago."

A list of accounts is also attached below.

She held the phone tightly, her veins throbbing.

Jiang Yuebai, that is the Chinese name of this body.The memory she inherited was already broken, but she was sure that there was no trace of this part in her memory.

Although she intentionally attracted Sherlock's suspicion to her father today, her intuition told her that this father could not be completely innocent in Jiang Li's death.

Unlike Sherlock, besides the obvious evidence, she trusts her intuition most.Intuition is often more worthy of her trust than uncertain speculation.

After pressing the delete button, Christa sent another message, attaching the account given by Emma.

That's her surrogate.The extra pocket money she earned was handled by the agent to ensure that her information would not be leaked.Now it seems that her caution at the beginning was completely necessary.

No one knows when a genius in computer technology and a younger brother who has a computer genius under him will pull out all the teeth she had changed when she was a child.

Fortunately, this kind of life that requires her to be careful all the time is only one year.

She has endured it for so many years, not bad this year.

It's still short of the half-unfinished sheet music.She sorted out today's events, and she seemed to think of how to modify the sheet music. Sherlock's point of view hit the nail on the head, well, it's nice to be smart.Too tired today, let's change it tomorrow morning.

Many vague thoughts flitted through my mind.

She grabbed a corner of the soft quilt and finally fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up the next day, it was bright daylight. Krista baked two slices of toast in the microwave, sat down at the table and began to change the score.

As long as you don't go out today, you can avoid Sherlock, and you can avoid all troubles, the plan is perfect!

Human potential is always maximized before the deadline.The first draft of the song that has troubled Christa for nearly two months was finalized in one morning, and there is no rush to modify and polish the follow-up details.

She put down her pen and breathed a sigh of relief.

This at least avoids the fate of being stuffed with a bunch of musician biographies, scores, and music theory books after being taught by the teacher with earnestness and sincerity.

The little girl Christa, who worked hard all morning, made herself a bowl of fruit salad, half-lyed on the sofa comfortably, turned on the TV, and was about to watch the rerun of the talk show she missed yesterday.

When she clicked on a news channel, she snapped her fingers.

It was news about a criminal case, and the headline was sensational.

__The only daughter of a rich man in London and a rising star in the art world killed three people in a row, suspected of being crazy about love!

Christa watched for a while, and couldn't help admiring the media's ability to catch rumors and talk nonsense.The protagonist of the story is undoubtedly the Aisha Field who is causing Scotland Yard to suffer, what and the son of the Williams family are childhood sweethearts, but the bamboo horse turns to someone else and kills in a fit of anger.

This ability to make up stories should go to writing variety show scripts! Being an intern reporter is too talented.

If Aisha hears that the outside world portrays her as a grieving woman who has been obsessed with Blaze for many years...

Christa raised her eyebrows, feeling a little ridiculous.

In this murder and revenge spanning two generations, Aisha Field should have been the most innocent one. She was the tool used by her father to realize her ambition, the butcher knife Flora chose to revenge, and the most thorough victim. In the end, the only legal perpetrator.

In the camera, Aisha Field was wearing a prison uniform issued by the prison, with shackles on her hands, and two agents escorted her separately.Even though the situation is already so embarrassing, when her eyes meet the camera, she is still calm and indifferent, neither dodging nor avoiding.

No one can understand what kind of emotion is contained in her pair of indifferent eyes.

Krista forks a tomato, too sour.

From the initial appearance of Aisha, to the voluntary confession, to meeting Flora, and now the sentence of life imprisonment has been settled.She had never really read the emotion in those eyes.

A long time later, when Aisha Field's appearance was blurred in her memory, she realized that it was the boundless desolation after all love and hatred had returned to silence.

For her, this splendid life had quietly ended before it had time to begin.

The camera moves as Aisha is escorted into the police car, and blurred figures of several pedestrians stray into the middle.Christa bit her fork and thought about it for a while before matching the flashing figure in the camera with the Flora in her memory.

__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ who was hunted by both the Scotland Yard and the Yorkshire police for the killing of Blaze, who disappeared after leaving Scotland Yard, and who plotted everything to clear herself up.

The camera quickly passed by the surrounding pedestrians, and re-focused on Aisha Field.She lowered her head and got into the police car, the corners of her pale lips curled up for a moment, which was captured by the camera.

Christa thought, she probably found Flora's trail.This silent farewell separated by tens of thousands of people was finally conveyed to the person it expected.

The news quickly ended, and it was reported that a cutting-edge artist had made great achievements in the recent art exhibition.Krista switched to the Variety Channel uninterestedly.

The three pointers of the wall clock coincided instantly, and the twelve o'clock chime sounded with a long echo.

She put down the glass bowl containing the fruit and said something to herself.

"Now. The clock strikes twelve, and not even a fairy godmother can prevent the magic from failing."

Cinderella's face is finally revealed, isn't it?

The author has something to say: First of all, I wish everyone a happy Dragon Boat Festival and a smooth college entrance examination.

The author was caught teaching English to his stupid brother (crying)

Regarding this story, the main text is written here, because everything that needs to be investigated has been investigated, and the remaining part is the origin and people's hearts that the investigators don't care about.

I will write a side story as a supplement to the background and to explain some details.

For one thing, everyone sees differently, Sherlock sees one thing, and Sisi sees another.What Scotland Yard saw was different, and what the media reported was another version.

So I still don't decide to tell all the cause and effect from the protagonist's mouth.

The extra point of view is Flora, who looks at this matter from the perspective of the person in the game and the main messenger.

Finally, regarding the second dungeon, I said before that I would write the love story of the domineering president and the poor girl Mary Su, and the stalk of Bai Yueguang as the dog-blooded double. I think I can realize this dream.It will be very interesting (laughs), everyone can look forward to it, hahaha!