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

Christa spent a lot of time in the small garden outside, and when she returned, the glamorous banquet was drawing to a close.

Isidor had finished his performance and left early.In its place was a pianist who rose to fame.

The young Byrd Patriarch was the focus of the whole banquet. Men and women of all colors surrounded him. He talked with them in a gentle and polite manner. Everyone felt that he was the one who was valued especially, and was sent away after a few words.

He looked like a gentle and harmless boy.

If he hadn't controlled the so-called "Bird Appreciation Club", she would have believed that he was a gentle person.

Someone whispered something in his ear, and his gentle face instantly sank.

He turned his head and explained a few words to the people beside him, his gaze slowly swept across the audience.The gentleness floating on the surface of the eyes faded away, leaving only the cruelty of the superior.

Was discovered.

Christa immediately realized this, and she met the eyes of the Bird Patriarch without avoiding it, even raised her lips and smiled, and then moved away as if nothing had happened, looking for Sherlock.

Seeing that her attitude was natural, without flinching, he had no doubts, nodded his head slightly, and quickly moved his eyes away.

You have to leave immediately.

Depending on the situation, they only found out that there was an imposter, and they didn't know who it was, but they will be found out in a short time, and it will be difficult to leave here by then.

She pushed aside the crowd with a smile, walked up to Sherlock, took his arm intimately, and said to the wealthy Arab businessman in front of her, "I'm sorry, I want to get my husband back for a while, listen, there are a lot of music now." Good for dancing!"

As he spoke, he quickly tapped a string of Morse codes on his arm with his fingertips

——"Exposed, let's go!"

The rich businessman was taken aback, and laughed loudly: "Haha! You two have such a good relationship! Then I won't bother you two!" Then, he patted Sherlock on the shoulder, and gave him an ambiguous look. There is a little intelligible meaning in it.

His voice was quite resonant, which attracted a lot of attention to this corner.

The young Patriarch who was surrounded by the crowd heard the news and came over to say hello to the wealthy businessman, with a familiar attitude and obviously a good relationship.

"Mr. Bird." Sherlock remembered that he was still a German businessman, and his posture was just right, with three parts of restraint and flattery, and three parts of arrogance that relied on his status.

...Maybe if he doesn't become a detective, he can still win an Oscar.

While Christa was slandering, she didn't show up, "Hello, Mr. Bird."

He smiled politely back and turned his gaze to the rich Arab businessman.

The wealthy Arab businessman was puzzled at first, and then laughed: "Arthur, you British! Come on, let me introduce you. These two are Mr. Hoffman and his wife. They came from Berlin. I came to cooperate with you out of sincerity."

“Exactly, we brought a lot of Kashmir sapphires this time. The smallest of them all have 7.83 carats. Very beautiful color.”

"Mr. Hoffman" pompously boasts of its gems.

"But I still think those pigeon blood red ones are more beautiful. Mr. Bird, I think you must have a chance to see them. It is really a brilliance that even God can hardly create."

"Mrs. Hoffman" chimed in.

"That's really my honor." His tone was extremely sincere, "Are you two engaged in the jewelry industry?"

"No, no, that's not the case. We have been exporting and transporting construction materials." "Mr. Hoffman" hastily clarified, "Gem collection is just a little hobby in spare time."

Mr. Bird smiled slightly, "I see. This cornflower sapphire brooch suits Mrs. Hoffman very well. Mrs. looks very young. At first glance, I thought it was an unmarried young lady!" A little frivolous, but when he said it, there was only a trace of sincerity.

Christa pursed her lips and smiled lightly: "Maybe the lights are a bit dim, Mr. Bird saw it wrong, this is Paraiba, the color of cornflower blue is too rare, if there is such a brooch, I am quite satisfied!"

Hearing this, he looked again, and said with a smile, "I was wrong. Paraiba with such a true color is also a very rare gem."

She secretly rolled her eyes from the bottom of her heart, her expression not showing, "It's not a very expensive thing."

It's just not something she can afford now.

All the accessories on her body came from Isidor's friendly sponsorship. Fortunately, Isidor gave her a few words of gem appreciation knowledge, otherwise she would be cold now.

As a gem enthusiast, can you not tell the difference between these two gems?It's just a deliberate attempt.

She and Sherlock should have nothing to reveal, that is, Mr. Bird is cautious by nature.

Looks like we're in big trouble.

Sherlock also spoke appropriately: "We also brought cornflower sapphires this time, but the amount is not enough to make a brooch."

Then the topic turned to gem appreciation. Sherlock and Arthur Bird chatted very speculatively. The wealthy Arab businessman occasionally interjected a few words. Feel left out.

The four of them were in harmony on the surface.

At the end of the topic, Krista rubbed her forehead, her delicate eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and she seemed uncomfortable.

Sherlock half-supported her, letting half of her body weight lean on his shoulders, showing a husband's concern for his wife: "What's the matter? Is there any discomfort?"

As the host, the young head of the house also expressed his concern appropriately: "Mrs. Hoffman, if you are not feeling well, you can go to the upstairs room to rest. The family doctor of Bird's family is also here, do you need him to check you?"

Especially empathetic blocking the possibility of them leaving the party.

"I'm a little excited tonight, and I drank two more glasses of champagne. I just went out to blow the wind for a while, and it's better, but now I have a headache." Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were covered with mist, as if she had already Delirious, he rubbed his forehead again as he spoke.

"Mr. Bird, please prepare a room for us." Sherlock put his arms around her halfway, turned his head and said politely to the host.

"Of course." The young man readily responded, beckoning for a maid, and giving some instructions.

The maid led the two to a lounge on the second floor without turning their eyes, and closed the door considerately for them.

Christa leaned on Sherlock's shoulder, her fingertips quickly slid across his palm——

"Seven o'clock direction, monitor."

The soft touch from the palm of his hand stunned him for an unnoticeable moment.His hands touched countless human tissues, and this was the first time he felt anything else.

The girl carried a light floral scent to the tip of her nose. The faint gardenia scent came from the shower gel. She just changed to a different shower gel these two days because of a big sale in the supermarket. ...she doesn't like perfume.

A series of reasonings swirled in his mind, and after passing them on to the master, they quickly hid in the depths of the memory palace in groups.

It takes less than half a second to turn your thoughts back and forth.

Sherlock glanced over the corner of the wall calmly, and a spot of light loomed.

Christa continued typing the Morse code in his palm, [Checking people downstairs. ]

The servants and servants who came and went at the banquet had already changed a batch, their movements were neat, they had obviously received professional training, and they were secretly observing all the visitors.There were even quite a few such people mixed in among the visitors, and they quietly tested everyone's reactions.

They're looking for infiltrators.

And she didn't intend to get out of the banquet so smoothly, she just wanted a reason to avoid being discovered by the friends of the Hoffmans.

After all, they can be said to be the focus of the banquet.

When that Mr. Bird said the name "Hoffman", a middle-aged man not far away had a hesitant and surprised expression, and was a little hesitant, hesitating whether to come over to say hello.

So she had to pretend to be uncomfortable, avoiding the opportunity to talk to him, and turned around to let him see her face clearly, making him mistakenly think it was just the same name and surname.

downstairs.

The inside and outside of the banquet hall can be regarded as two extremes in the world.

External open air parking.

Isidore put the violin into the back seat, and then leaned against the car door to send a message.

He remained silent on the spot for a while, then smiled, showing the cynical look that Krista had seen on weekdays.Carelessly dial a phone number,

"Hey, Annie, are you off work? There's a new ice cream shop over at Modly Square. Didn't you say you wanted to try it?"

The blond woman who was counting the number of goods replied to him while recording the sales of today's goods: "I didn't say I wanted to eat ice cream. The weather in London is already so cold! ... But it's okay. You have to wait for me, I will It's not over yet. See you at the first intersection before Baker Street in four or ten minutes."

In the not-so-spacious shop, her voice was still clearly audible even though it was deliberately lowered.The old lady owner looked up from the ledger, "Is it your boyfriend?"

"...No! He...is a very...very good person." Annie hurriedly retorted, but her face was slightly red and her expression was shy.

The old lady waved her hand, pretending to be unhappy and said: "Okay, don't I know what you young people are thinking? Go on a date, the girl should have more romantic relationships when she is young. I am here. "

"Mrs. Wood!" Anne asked with joy in surprise, but worried: "I still have a lot of work here."

"When I didn't have you, I didn't organize these by myself. There's nothing to worry about. I'm not that old yet. Go, just remember to come back early!"

"Yeah. Thank you, Mrs. Wood!" Anne nodded heavily, with gratitude.

Nervous and excited, with a little unconscious expectation, she sent a message back to Isidore: "Mrs. Wood has agreed for me to come out. Where are you now?"

Isidor typed dumbfoundingly: "I'm still holding a banquet here, how can it be so fast. Find a place to sit for a while, and I'll come over now."

"Don't run around." He added worriedly.

Anne came back quickly, "Don't worry. I'll wait for you in Mrs. Wood's shop, just in time to go back and finish my work!"

Isidor rolled up the car window, and his breath condensed on the car window to form a barrier, blurring the noisy lights in the majestic castle.

He looked at it for a while, then shook his head, his little junior sister was really worried.

In the banquet hall, a man in a black suit passed through the crowd in a low-key manner, and walked up to the young head of the house who was holding champagne and chatting happily with the people around him.

The young owner who made a deal with just a few words saw the person coming and nodded to his partner, "I'm sorry, I'll excuse you first."

The partner is flattered, "Of course, of course."

The man in the black suit held the phone in his hand and handed it to him.

It is not the same as the common phones on the market, square and square, but more like a communicator.

"Boss, it's the news from over there."

The author has something to say: Isidore: It’s time for a date! Let Sherlock clean up the mess for my troubled little junior sister!

Christa: Taking people out to eat ice cream in this weather, hehe, at first glance, it looks like a straight man who can't find a date like Sherlock.

Director: Hurry up on your side, the rent of the castle is very expensive, and the sponsorship is not enough.

I have opened a new book of ancient sayings and wrote Chapter 1. Interested little ones can bookmark one.Like this article, it will be updated steadily in July.Well, I just want to open a new hole.

Others... (breathing smoke), continue to ask for advance receipts, column collections are also fine, refills!