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

Christa's beautiful dream of living in seclusion with "the door is separated from the running water, and there is no bridge for ten years" was brutally shattered when she opened the refrigerator door the next morning.

The cool yellow light in this refrigerator is so beautiful, it shines so brightly that you can't even see a lettuce leaf.

Krista:  …

She was silent for a while, closed the refrigerator door, changed clothes and prepared to go to the nearest convenience store.

Compared to starving to death at home, Sherlock's troubles are almost insignificant.

She brushed her messy hair into a neat high ponytail, grabbed her purse and went out.

The door on the second floor was always half open, and Sherlock didn't seem to be in the habit of closing it.But think about it, who can sneak into the territory of this great detective without leaving the slightest trace?He is the one who can pick out how many diapers you have changed at birth to how many girlfriends you have had as an adult when you see a single hair.Just like her, even her relatives in this body didn't doubt her, but Sherlock saw something wrong at the first sight.

Hearing that Sherlock was about to welcome his sixth roommate in the past two days, she extended her deepest sympathy to the upcoming unknown cohabitant in advance.

The owner of the convenience store is a very kind old lady. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, she looked at the handwritten shopping list given by Krista for 3 minutes before raising her head and pointing to a certain row: " This brand of milk is not available in the store, can I replace it with another one for you?"

"It doesn't matter, any brand of milk is fine." Krista tilted her head and replied gently.

"Yeah." She nodded, and shouted in the direction of the convenience store shelf: "Annie, take this little girl to get what she needs."

A blond woman came trotting from behind the shelf, her waist-length hair was tied casually, and a few strands of hair crept out from the brim of her overalls. Sweat continued to ooze from her forehead, wet her hair, and reflected her snow-white skin. Extraordinary attention.She pulled the light blue overalls cautiously, and there was a little red luster at the neckline, which then disappeared into the collar.

"Please come with me."

"Okay." Krista pushed onto the shopping cart and followed her.

She looked thoughtfully at the slightly unsteady left foot of the woman in front of her, which was an obvious symptom of soft tissue injury to the Achilles tendon after jumping from a high place, and the height was about two to three floors.

There was a scrape on the knee, from rubbing against the outer wall.It means that she may have climbed down with something like a rope, but was found in the middle, so that she hurriedly let go of the rope, jumped down, and ran away.

Ah, wait, why am I always analyzing people like that Sherlock guy?It's all a bad habit he infected!

She shook her head, threw out all the inferences in her mind, and focused on the list in her hand.

Annie was very familiar with the placement of the goods, and took her to find all the items on the list in a short while.

When checking out, the old lady smiled and asked her: "Isn't Annie great? She has not been here for a month, and she has already memorized the placement of all the things, and she can remind me to replenish the goods in time. Hiring She may be the wisest choice I have made in the past few years! The Alice I hired before is absent-minded every day, always staring at the opposite side, and often makes mistakes in the purchase quantity, thinking I don't know!"

Well, Christa gave her a few banknotes. The Agent Alice sent by McCoff is obviously not good, probably a novice.

Following the old lady's wishes, she praised Anne a few words: "Indeed, Miss Anne helped you keep the shop in order."

The old lady was very satisfied with her perfunctory praise, and specially gave her a bag of toast.

Christa carried a bag of things and was not in a hurry to go back. She turned into the fruit shop next door and raised her most sincere smile to the owner who was counting the number of pears: "Mr. Holmes' most loyal partner, Mr. Angus, Can I trouble you to help me get these things to 221B?"

Angus, who was adjusting the position of the fruit, almost threw the pear in his hand. Fortunately, years of training experience and excellent psychological quality made him hold on to the thing in his hand tightly.

"Of course, neighbors should help each other. It's too embarrassing for a little girl like you to mention so many things."

Krista smiled silently.

Angus took the shopping bag from her and followed her to 221B.During the period, I received countless puzzled eyes from my colleagues.

Poor Angus, on this night, received dozens of inquiries from his companions and kind condolences from the big boss Mycroft.

Krista failed to comprehend the complicated changes in his heart.She was at ease with her hands in her pockets, glad that she had finally found the only use for Sherlock Holmes indirection.

She opened the door, took the shopping bag, and thanked the kind gentleman behind her gently: "Mr. Angus, thank you for your enthusiastic help."

Her tone was so sincere that she couldn't tell that she had threatened others just now.

Angus suddenly felt the mood of the colleague who drove for her last time.He nodded stiffly, "You're welcome."

Christa blinked, showing a smile that made Angus creepy, "Of course."

The door slammed shut, and Angus heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and walked back, continuing to think about his way of arranging the fruits.

Christa's good mood only lasted until the moment she picked up the phone on the table and opened the unread mail.

She looked at the sender's phone number, stared at the two missed calls displayed on the screen, and felt that she would cry in the next moment.

——It was a call from her music theory teacher.

Click on the text message and see the first sentence "Liz, I'm sorry that you didn't answer the two calls. I think you may not have your mobile phone with you."

Her eyes were dark, this teacher was a harsher person than Sherlock in some respects.Although he is downplaying it now, he will definitely talk about it to death afterwards, and he may have to mention a few words to her grandparents from time to time in the future.

She continued to read, "—so I sent this message to you first. Your brother, Isidor, and I have finished the lecture in Paris early and arrived at Baker Street at about three o'clock in the afternoon. Your course is scheduled for It starts tomorrow. Also I think your piece is finished, I'm looking forward to it. Please remember to protect your violin. I saw a musician beat up a thief with his violin in Paris. It's really insulting to the violin. By the way, don't use your violin to make a constant sawing sound like your neighbor."

Want to check her practice progress?Krista closed the phone in despair, not in the mood to complain about Sherlock, and took out the violin in the cabinet.After adjusting the bow and rubbing rosin, he began to practice the first movement of Tchaikovsky's "Violin Concerto in D Major".

This is her teacher's favorite piece. She calculated that it is more likely that she will be tested on this piece.

...Suddenly wanted to ask Sherlock about his speculation, and he was not good at it.

Forget it, there's nothing wrong with being lectured.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Krista took her violin and went out.

Professor Smith's house is not far from 221B, it takes about 10 minutes to walk there.Luckily for Christa, when she got there, her senior brother Isidore was unloading luggage from the car.

Isidore is a young man who looks like he is studying art. His shoulder-length hair is dyed pink, and there is a royal blue broken diamond on his earlobe. His eyes seem to be full of melancholy, shrouded in mist.

...It just doesn't look like learning classical music.

The first time Christa saw him was three years ago, when the teacher brought him to her grandparents’ house for the New Year. She also wondered why a professor of classical music taught a student who sang in a bar.

Until this brother conquered her with a Paganini Capriccio.It was only later that she learned that this senior had held a solo concert at the age of 14.

Isidore saw her enthusiastically waving to greet her with two dimples on her face, "Liz, you are here! The teacher was talking about you just now!"

"Yeah." She leaned over and tugged on the senior's sleeve quietly, "Senior brother, how is he feeling, teacher?"

For things like music, the old professor who has listened to countless famous musicians knows that she has been a little drifting recently, and has not settled down to practice the piano.The teacher who is too obsessed with music, spends his whole life with his beloved violin, and even refuses to marry a wife will be furious at her indifference.

At first, I thought that this teacher would pay more attention to theory and would not pay too much attention to her practical exercises, but after she really started to follow and learn, she realized that this was not the case.

Isidore patted her on the head amusedly, "Don't worry, the teacher is not that strict. The teacher said that he wants to hear how the music you wrote yourself is. You are much more talented than me in this area." He said helplessly Sighing, "My song was sent back by the teacher and changed for the fourth time."

"That's because our development directions are fundamentally different!" She muttered softly.She has been learning the violin for many years late. Without the face of her grandparents and the teacher's love for her as a good friend and junior, he would never accept a student who is just a kid.

It is impossible for her to take the path of classical music in the future, and she started studying because her grandparents wanted her to divert her attention from her mother's death.

The teacher knew it clearly, but teaching her was no more perfunctory than the senior brother he had placed high hopes on.On the contrary, she has been restless since she had doubts about Jiang Li's death, and she failed the teacher's painstaking efforts.

Isidore said with a smile: "The teacher has always been like this, and you are not really afraid of him. Why do you keep acting like this?"

"When the teacher sees me like this, he will lower his expectations of me and scold me less afterwards." She lowered her voice.

"It's a good idea. I'll try it next time." He stroked his chin and nodded in agreement.

Christa hurriedly dispelled his thoughts, "Brother, don't hurt me! The teacher saw you doing the same thing, but still can't understand what I did? I must blame me for misleading a good student like you."

Seeing her like this, Isidore finally couldn't help laughing out loud, "Little Junior Sister, you are still as cute as before!"

"You can't just look at the past."

Thinking of the dark history that has been accumulated since the first meeting, Christa is simply powerless to refute.

"What happened?"

The two turned their heads together, and saw their teacher standing at the door at some point, full of energy, looking at the two of them with a smile.

"It's nothing, teacher, we're talking about Liz thinking I was a rock singer." Isidore walked over to help him.

Professor Smith gave the proud student a dissatisfied look, "You still have the face to say that you dress up like this all day long, those who know you know that you are learning the violin, and those who don't know think you are going to do body art."

Body art is not like that.

Facing him, the two little bastards who usually dare to fight against each other dare to refute secretly from the bottom of their hearts.

"And you, how is the song you wrote?" He turned his gaze to Christa, who hadn't had time to put away the gloating arc at the corner of her mouth.

"...It's finished." She said, obediently handing over the score.

Professor Smith looked it over quickly and nodded with satisfaction, "Well, it's okay. But there are a few things that can be improved. Come in with me."

She obediently followed the teacher into the room, and Isidor turned around with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

Christa gestured silently to him, successfully passing the level!

221B not far away.

Sherlock lowered his binoculars, his lips drawn into a stiff line.He turned and went into the house, picked up the gun, and fired two bullets at the wall.

The author has something to say: Krista: I saw free labor all over the street.Thank you Mr. Holmes for your kind support.

Did you see that big white cooing pigeon?The author enters the exam week and starts the edge update mode. After the exam on July 7th, the daily update will start.

Thank you little angels for your support.

Thanks to Guo Nu (don’t ask me how I typed this word, I may be illiterate) and Zhan Chunfeng for their nutrient solution!