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

Professor Smith is very satisfied with the little apprentice's piece, but some comparisons are always inevitable when two students are put together.Therefore, he couldn't help being critical of the big apprentices around him: "Look at you, you haven't made any progress in arranging for so many years, how did you learn it!"

Isidor knew very well that his teacher was not really dissatisfied with him, but just because of his temperament, and he had high hopes for him, so he said, "I'm a rotten piece of wood in this respect. Why don't you ask my junior sister to guide me? Maybe I figured it out."

Christa opened the piano case, feeling extremely disgusted with his flamboyant expression, "Forget it, I'm afraid that it will ruin my reputation if I tell you that I directed your arrangement."

"My level is not that bad." He shook his head sadly, "At least my playing level is better than yours."

... She paused when she held the bow.

I really want to hit him in the face with a violin!

"Do you think you are much better than her?" Professor Smith glared at him, and handed the revised score to Christa, "Let me listen to it."

It is relatively easy to pull up the songs written by myself.Christa finished a song smoothly, and Isidore held the ground and applauded her.

Professor Smith didn't hear any obvious mistakes, and was basically satisfied with her: "The feeling is in place, and the fingering needs to be more familiar. The transition part of the third measure is too blunt. Who is guiding you here? It's not like your usual style. , The front and rear changes are great, but they are very harmonious."

"I encountered some things during this period of time, so I have a little new idea. As for the part you said, Mr. Sherlock Holmes gave me a little hint." The little advice Sherlock gave was very The key is to fulfill the promise to guide her homework.

"He can play the violin well," Professor Smith admitted reluctantly. "By the way, there will be a banquet in a few days to invite your senior brother to perform. You can go and have a look."

She looked at Isidor.

The young man stood against the wall, with a smile on his lips, "Little sister, the violinist also needs to eat!"

"You start tomorrow, come here at nine o'clock in the morning. You'll be here today." The old professor said, and handed her the house key. "I've provided you with a key, and you can open the door yourself. You can also come here on weekdays."

"Stay for dinner?" Isidore suggested. "I'll cook. How about your favorite potato gratin?"

"Okay." Christa readily agreed.

After dinner, Professor Smith ordered Isidore to send her back on the grounds that it was unsafe at night.

The two looked at each other helplessly.

After going out, there was light rain on the street, mixed with the coolness of the night seeping into her neck, she couldn't help shivering.

Isidore opened his umbrella, teasing eyes, "Liz, you have to find a boyfriend, otherwise you will have to bother me, my brother, to take you back this late at night."

Christa smiled sweetly: "I don't want to, as for you, can you find a girlfriend?"

After finishing speaking, she took the umbrella, walked into the night, and waved to Isidor, "No need to give it away, see you tomorrow!"

Isidor watched her figure completely disappear under the night, then stroked his chin, thought of something, and said meaningfully: "Girlfriend, we will have one soon."

When Christa walked downstairs to 221B, she heard a melodious violin sound. She listened to it for a while. It was "Waltz Etude", one of the famous virtuosos among violin music.

The level of amateur violinists is already so high! No wonder the teacher is so strict that people can recognize it.Fortunately, Isidore didn't send her back, otherwise she would be ridiculed to death.

She also had a worry, if Sherlock had a habit of playing the violin at night, should she communicate with him?

Thinking so, Christa symbolically knocked on the door on the second floor.

Sherlock wouldn't take 30 seconds to open the door for her on purpose.Christa, who had a full understanding of his harsh and childish nature, pushed the door open and walked in.

He was wearing a white shirt, the sleeves were turned up, revealing a beautiful wrist that was almost white to transparent due to the lack of sunlight. Of course, the fingers were also beautiful, suitable for holding a violin bow.

...But it seems that it looks better when we meet for the first time and take the chemical test tube.She was slightly lost in thought.

"75% of the content in your brain is garbage, which makes you only pay attention to some boring little things most of the time." He finished playing a piece, put down the violin, and said dissatisfied.

"I'm happy with what I have stored in my brain. I'm not interested in using my brain to contain the bombings, mutilations, and serial murders in London over the years."

She was not angry, she found a clean corner and sat down, "I take the liberty of visiting to ask you, do you prefer to play the violin at night?"

"No."

"Then there are no other questions. Excuse me, Mr. Holmes." Christa nodded to herself, very satisfied with his answer, and ignored his sarcasm.

"I need to attend a banquet the day after tomorrow." He crossed his legs, his expression dimmed under the blurred light.

"You want me to be your temporary female companion?" Sherlock would specifically mention the banquet to her, and it could only be for this purpose.She tilted her head and thought for a while, "No way! I'm going to an appointment with someone else that day, another banquet."

The teacher mentioned that the banquet that Isidor took her to was also the day after tomorrow.

"Same game." He said lightly.

Christa opened her eyes slightly, understanding what he meant, a little surprised, "You don't need to bring a dance partner to that banquet."

Sherlock didn't explain too much, and directly gave her two invitation letters.

A striking dark gold family crest was stamped on the white invitation letter, with a pattern like a bird surrounded by flowers and leaves.Below the family crest, the surname "Bird" is printed in handwritten Gothic font, representing the identity of the host of the dinner party.On the back of the invitation was a drawing of a larger bird with a slender body and a ruffled head with feathers turned out.Christa identified it, it should be a bird of the genus Canary.

There is nothing special about the appearance alone, just an ordinary banquet invitation.

She reached out and opened the two invitation letters, calling Mr. Hoffman and Mrs. Hoffman respectively in the column.

It's a typical German surname.

A German surname that has nothing to do with Sherlock Holmes.

Mostly related to new cases.

Christa put down the invitation and looked at him, waiting for an explanation.

"The couple arrived in London on the evening of the 23rd and were anonymously reported to have brought a large amount of smuggled gemstones into the country. Scotland Yard found a gemstone weighing 1.32 stones and the two invitation letters at their hotel. According to their testimony, the invitation letter was The only entry ticket to the 'dinner', and those gems are one of the currencies traded at the 'dinner'."

"What's the deal?" She crossed her fingers and clasped them on her knees, looking up curiously and asking him.

"bird."