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

"After the dinner, there will be an auction. Only the guests with 'Finch' drawn on the inner page of the invitation letter will be eligible to participate in the auction in the side hall. Various finches will be on display at the meeting."

She has always had a good memory, "This 'bird' is not on the invitation letter of the Hoffmans."

"What are you going to do?"

The threshold of this "bird watching party" was higher than she expected, and the final result of the Hoffmans' visit from thousands of miles could only be in vain.

"Oh! What to do? Of course, check the situation now. You can also be kicked out after two hours with those who did not have the invitation letter."

"No." She quickly glanced at the ceiling, and objected: "There are twelve pinholes and cameras in this banquet hall, and there are no monitoring dead spots. If you leave early, you will be found out that something is wrong. The monitoring in the side hall will only compare The main hall is tighter."

"Ordinary people will not be so sensitive to the prying of the machine." Sherlock stared at her fixedly.He lived under the detection of Mycroft for many years, and he couldn't perfectly distinguish the specific orientation and number of these delicate and small instruments.Of course, it may also be because McCoff's subordinates prefer to monitor him personally.

Christa's perception ability in this aspect even exceeded his expectations.

Christa pulled the corners of her lips and revealed a malicious smile, "Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the all-knowing and omnipotent detective, can you analyze what I plan to do next?"

Without waiting for Sherlock to speak, she stepped on Sherlock's shiny leather shoes quickly and hard, and was satisfied to see his face distorted in pain, then she smiled and took a small step back hypocritically, "I didn't mean it, after all I'm not as good at guessing as you are."

She didn't care about it before, but it doesn't mean she hasn't thought about it all the time.Originally, she reminded him out of kindness, but she was turned around to dig out her secret.

She understood Sherlock's curiosity, but that didn't mean she had to dedicate herself selflessly for him to observe.

"I don't think I did anything wrong. The reason for your anger is groundless..." His grim expression from the pain slowly calmed down, he met her "gentle" gaze, and his voice was slightly lowered, "...Okay, It's my fault, but I didn't touch your bottom line. So...you are venting your anger."

"What is there to be so angry about? Everything is normal, only the next auction."

"As an ornamental, finches are difficult to get human empathy. Of course, people are more likely to have so-called sympathy for the same kind. From this perspective, those finches actually refer to certain people."

...someone is so stubborn!

"Your analysis is always correct. Have you ever heard of the canary?" She sighed, her eyes filled with anguish.

When Sherlock said the word "finch" at the beginning, coupled with the fact that the invitation was obviously a bird of the genus Canary, she vaguely guessed the truth.

And the information Shylock got from the rich Arab businessman confirmed her speculation.

According to Sherlock's instincts in crime, he would only perceive the facts before her, and her reaction was only used to further support his point of view.

"Canary?" He repeated the pronunciation, "I don't have that word in my memory."

"It's a very beautiful bird, with bright colors and a melodious song. It is trapped in a narrow cage all its life for human entertainment."

"In some cases, this word is also used to refer to human beings who are raised and plundered by the superiors. Most of them are young and beautiful boys and girls or incomplete strange-looking humans. And they will appear in that kind of auction The people at the meeting have long since abandoned their identities as human beings, and they are all pets that are not treated as human beings."

"For them, beauty is not a gift from the gods, but an original sin of birth."

"Import smuggling and trafficking." Sherlock's eyes darkened, "Scotland Yard can come and close the case."

Christa shook her head, "Do you know how many high-ranking members of parliament are present? How many noble families will be involved behind the scenes? There are too many people involved, and Scotland Yard will only be powerless."

"So you want to cut off this industrial chain from the source." Sherlock quickly figured out her intentions.

"This kind of dirty business, there are definitely more than one in London." She played with the goblet in her hand, and the convex glass reflected the coldness in her eyes, "Sherlock, if I sympathize with them one by one, my life will be short." Years are not enough."

The so-called source?Byrd family?Of course not, it is a dirty heart.

"I'm going out to get some fresh air." She rubbed her forehead, drank a large glass of wine, and felt a little dizzy.

Sherlock looked down at the new message on his phone.

"Don't meddle. -mh"

from Mycroft.

Her speculation is completely correct, and many interest disputes are involved behind it.However, she did not deny his words!

Behind the main banquet hall is a small garden.

Just a short distance from the hall to the garden, she felt the temptation of several eyes. The Byrd family attached great importance to this banquet.

Christa sneered, and sat down on the bench in the garden. The cold night wind made her more conscious.She pressed her temples helplessly, she lost her composure tonight.

She leaned on the chair, slowly closed her eyes, and thought about what she should do next.

Auctions don't actually feature the men and women who are being sold.

The nickname of this banquet is "Finch Appreciation Party". Most likely, the real canaries are on display at the auction, and each canary represents a person.Auctioneers are given some information, such as photographs, of their real items in advance.According to the information, they will photograph the bird that represents the "goods" they fancy.After the auction is over, the Byrd family will deliver the goods they bought.

There are a total of [-] rooms in this castle, but almost everyone is concentrated in this banquet hall.If those "birds" waiting to be traded are locked here, then there are definitely more people guarding them than there are monitors in the banquet hall.The rooms above the castle were hardly visited by anyone.

The answer is clear, "Finch" is kept in another cage.

Where exactly?

Tapping the armrest of the bench lightly, Christa thought for a moment, and something flashed in her mind, which was too fast to grasp.

She smiled wryly, as expected, she was still not good at these things.It would be great if Ah Qi was still there.

She shook her head immediately, people have to grow up, she can't be as weak as before forever.Besides, that person has been gone for a long time.

She already has a clean and bright new life, and the past is long gone.

She thought about Sherlock again.

In all fairness, he was a good helper.But he is not suitable.

His powerful elder brother who controls the entire empire behind his back is too dangerous.

And she has no reason to involve innocent people.

It's a bit ridiculous to think about it this way. Originally, she emphasized that "Sherlock can't bring her into trouble", but now she is considering whether to involve Sherlock.

She stood up and walked slowly back to the banquet hall.

So, that Mr. Detective just needs to continue to study the murder case in London. In this matter, he has obtained the truth he wants, and the rest is something that a person like her who is rooted in the dark can handle. .

The author has something to say: Please don't forget that the core idea of ​​this dungeon is a bloody love script.

Sherlock: It's clear that Krista isn't just out to get my show, she's out to get my job.