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

His voice is very nice. If I have to make a metaphor, it should be like the wind blowing through the corner of her clothes under the night of early spring when she escaped from the cold and dark house for the first time, born from the grass, trees, springs, water and stars. A bit of the warm smoke and fire of the world fell on the tip of her nose, soft but clear.

For the first time, Christa clearly realized that the young man standing in front of her, who seemed to have a bunch of unbearable eccentricities, was also impeccably excellent compared to people his age.

It's just that the behavior is too unreliable.

She lowered her head and got into the car, only to find that the driver's seat was occupied by a middle-aged man.

"My dear sir, both the car and the driver are sponsored by your brother?"

"You can think of it that way." He closed the car door.

"To be honest, the fact that you got out of the car and waited for me makes me feel a little weird."

"He was too noisy, and it affected my thinking."

"The conditions for you to think quietly are really not simple."

She knew Sherlock was referring to the innocent driver in the front seat.

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The banquet was held at the Byrd family's private castle.As an emerging aristocratic class that has made fortunes since the Industrial Revolution, the Byrd family wealth is said to be able to buy a London.On the contrary, this family is withered. The previous head of the family had only one daughter, who died of illness before reaching adulthood. The current head of the family is the adopted son of the Byrd family.Before his death, the old patriarch made a will and designated his adopted son as the heir. It was also thanks to his strong wrist that the family property was not divided up by side branches.

What interests Christa the most is that the Byrd family has three private castles, but this castle is only used to hold a regular banquet every year, inviting celebrities from all over the world to attend.It is usually not open to the public.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a regular gathering of illegal activities.

Someone will greet them as soon as they get off the bus.

It was two young men dressed formally, one asked them to show the invitation letter, and the other carried a tray with a lot of gaudy masks on display.

She glanced at Sherlock, and the "Mr. Hoffman" who had fully entered the role just rightly showed the novelty and confusion of attending a banquet for the first time, "Is it a masquerade ball?"

In fact, they know each other well, and when a bunch of people carry out shady and illegal activities, they always have to pull a fig leaf for themselves.After all, everyone is in the same circle, a bunch of respectable ladies and gentlemen. If you don't look up and look down, you will inevitably be embarrassed when you meet acquaintances.

Christa glared at Sherlock reproachfully, and picked up a silver butterfly mask, inlaid with colorful gemstones, which made her feel that her taste had been shocked.

She handed the mask to Sherlock naturally, "What do you ask so many people for, anyway, you have to know. This is for you."

Then he happily chose a simple and elegant mask for himself.

Sherlock: "Ma'am, many ladies in Berlin have suggested that you take an art appreciation class when you have nothing to do, so as to pass the time. After the banquet, we can put this matter on the agenda."

"Then you meet these ladies with terrible taste."

Krista put on a mask, revealing only a pair of eyes and a small chin.

In fact, she thinks this mask is useless for disguising one's identity.

At least she could swear to the English gods that even if Sherlock covered his entire face, she would definitely know it.

But the organizers think so, there is no way.

She noticed that there were sixteen doors leading to the main hall.The two guides led them into the banquet hall through a certain door, perfectly avoiding encounters with other guests.

The host is a very caring person.

It is no exaggeration to describe the banquet hall as magnificent.The crystal chandelier is hung with numerous wreaths, and the folds are overflowing with colorful streamers.The huge floor-to-ceiling windows are filled with stars in the night sky, the golden and red brocade curtains flutter slightly, and the surrounding walls are decorated with famous paintings, from Rembrandt to Rubens to contemporary painters, witnessing the ups and downs of the family's fate.

What attracted her mind the most was a painting that was not noticed by many famous people.In the picture, the goddess Apat is entwined with thorns, and the twelve Titans surround her.

That doesn't correspond to a scene from a myth.

"What's so special about that painting?" Sherlock, who had been fooled by Elsa's painting twice, glanced at her, and rarely asked uncertainly.

"Ah, what's so special? It's very valuable. Five years ago, it was sold at a London auction house for a high price of 420 million pounds."

"It's my mother's legacy."

She finished speaking in an understated tone, and quickly looked away, looking at the men and women coming and going in the hall.

After the death of her mother, the painting was quickly sold as a posthumous gimmick. An anonymous buyer took it away at a high price. free domination.

She is the poor guy who has huge assets, but still wants to exploit Sherlock even by taking a taxi.

She always felt that this painting contained the message left by her mother, which was the truth she was looking for.

But when I saw it now, I felt that it was really just an ordinary painting.

Without discussing the works of art, Sherlock held a glass of wine and lowered his voice: "These guests come from various countries, and the number of men is obviously more than that of women."

She put her index finger on her lips, her expression gentle, like a young couple or a lover secretly whispering: "Sherlock, you are only here for the banquet. Someone will always open the door to the truth for us. Your gaze It's a bit out of line."

The fragrance of clothes, the shadows on the temples, and the staggering of cups and cups.

That's pretty much what a party is.

Christa gently shook the gorgeous thick red wine in her hand, her eyes blurred.

Sherlock took the opportunity to chat with a rich middle-aged Arabian businessman; under the curtain, the young man and woman kissed recklessly; the waiter shuttled among the crowd with a tray; .

Paper drunk.

Until a tall and straight figure flashed from the spiral staircase, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, and the unrestrained men and women returned to their usual dignified and elegant appearance.

Christa looked up, and saw a figure slowly descending the steps, it was a blond... boy.

He was the only one who did not wear a mask at the dinner party, and he had no scruples to show his demeanor to the guests.

Even though she knew that the current head of the Byrd family was already an adult, she still felt that only the word "juvenile" was suitable to describe him.

It was a delicate and thin beauty.The light cast a small shadow on his indescribable side face, bringing out a kind of hazy beauty, he walked down a few steps, and Christa saw his appearance clearly, her slender eyelashes were like butterfly wings Trembling lightly, the light blue in the clear eyes seems to be carefully blended with the tones of the sky and the ocean; the light golden hair is also extraordinarily soft under the cold light, and a few strands of hair hang down on the side of the ear, making it more youthful The white dress fits his thin figure, and his figure is tall and straight, which has accumulated the charm and demeanor of a famous family for 300 years.

Christa pressed her lips to the goblet, Mili poured into her throat, she laughed lowly, her voice drifted away in the night, indistinct.

"Narcissus..."

Sherlock had finished talking, pushed aside the crowd, and walked to her side.

The young Patriarch standing on a high place looked around, said a few polite opening remarks, and finally showed a sincere smile, and walked slowly into the middle of the crowd.

The dinner host on the side quickly took over the conversation,

"Dear gentlemen and ladies, the outstanding young violinist, Isidor Augustin, will bring his wonderful performance next."

Hearing the familiar name, Christa couldn't help showing a little smile.

Sherlock boredly scanned the celebrities from all walks of life in the hall, and whispered the news she had received.

"That rich Arab businessman is a regular guest at the banquet. This banquet has a name among them, called the Bird Watching Party."

The author has something to say: Christa (smiling): I am the richest person in this article, otherwise how do you think I got the role of heroine?

Note: Naxos, the beautiful boy in Greek mythology, fell in love with the one who reflected in the water.