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

The young Patriarch took over the communicator and heard a gentle but sharp female voice from over there.

___ "Mr. Arthur, what our lady means is that the children in the family are not sensible. I hope you will forgive me."

"Of course, say hello to her for me." Arthur Bird's eyes were cold under his drooping eyelids, but his voice was gentle as usual, his five fingers holding the communicator were tense, as if they were about to crush the communicator in the next second.

Emma on the other side of the communicator couldn't help laughing when she heard his words: "Of course. You will always be our most sincere partner."

She turned the pen in her hand, hung up the phone leisurely, and stuffed the phone into the drawer.Thinking of that beautiful and sinister young man lurking in the dark like a poisonous snake, I can't help but feel a little headache.

The lady hesitated for so long before, and she never attacked the Byrd family due to complicated interest entanglements. Now that the pearl in her palm is involved, none of her past scruples can constitute a reason, so she has more things to deal with next. .There is also that one who is not worried, and now the trace is out of control, and I don't know what trouble it will cause!

So this year's vacation has been wasted again!

I hope that the immediate superior can give her a little more salary for the sake of her hard work.Because of what happened in the nursing home last time, she now doesn't even have the money to buy the new season.

Alas! She is such a poor wage earner.

Arthur threw the communicator to the man in the suit, "Tell them to stop, don't look for it."

"Yes."

"Wait." He stopped the subordinate who wanted to carry out the order, "Is the auction ready?"

"Please rest assured that it is ready. The safety factor is adjusted to the highest level, and nothing will go wrong."

"Let them add two more seats. For the Hoffmans." He said meaningfully, with a chilling tone in his tone.

"Okay." The man in the suit didn't have any fluctuations in his expression, he was already used to the moodiness of this employer.

***

Second floor lounge.

Sherlock helped Christa to sit on the sofa by the window.The girl half-closed her eyes, and leaned softly in his arms, her porcelain-white face was flushed abnormally, as if she had really drunk her head.

But the girl's well-proportioned breathing and the Morse code constantly falling on his palm proved that this was just an illusion.

Sherlock turned his back to block the monitoring, and the two talked in code, and there was silence everywhere, only the slight breathing of each other was entangled.

……

[They won't let anyone go until the "infiltrator" is found. ]

[No. ]

Sherlock motioned her to look out the window, and there were already many vehicle headlights shining in the open-air parking lot in the courtyard, illuminating the dark night sky a bit.

[The banquet ended early? ] Krista opened her eyes and looked at the men and women who came out of the banquet hall one after another. Her heart tightened. Could it be that she was discovered?

[It's time for the banquet to end.Alcohol brings your thinking skills down to Greve's. ]

[Greve? ]

[Your favorite Scotland Yard agent. ]

[It's Greg.Sherlock. ]

Without continuing to discuss Lestrade's name, Christa said: "It seems that the banquet is over. Let's bid farewell to Mr. Bird."

Before Sherlock could answer, there was a knock on the door.

The two looked at each other.

Sherlock: "Come in."

The person who came was the host of the banquet.

The young man had already changed into a royal blue uniform, which further showed his youthful look.

"Mr. Bird? What can you do?" Sherlock expressed a proper surprise.

"Is your Madam better?" His tone was caring and caring, and it was hard to make people feel bad.

Kolista is particularly sensitive to malice.

The malice on Mr. Bird's body was not so obvious before they went upstairs. If it could be called suspicion and temptation at that time, now he is absolutely sure that they are the uninvited guests.

The malice in him is almost overflowing!

And...he took another look at himself.

It was an appraising look that made her uncomfortable.

She has always trusted her intuition and told Sherlock the conclusion, [has been discovered. ]

Sherlock translated the Morse code into English without changing his expression, and did not respond to the news. He only said to Arthur Bird: "Thank you Mr. Bird for your concern, she is better now. The banquet downstairs is over." Is it? If that’s the case, we won’t bother you much.”

Arthur's eyes fell on the hands of the two, "The banquet is over, but a few friends and I have prepared a small auction. These friends are people who like to raise birds , today I would like to take this opportunity to auction some rare birds. We have also invited some like-minded friends to participate. I wonder if I have the honor to invite the two of you to attend?"

[Go!] wrote Krista.

"Of course, it's our honor. It's just..." He looked down at the girl in his arms, "My wife is a little unwell, and it's inconvenient for her to go, and I don't worry about her staying in the lounge alone."

Christa held her forehead and forced a forced smile, "I'm much better. Mr. Bird has kindly invited you. How can we refuse? We'll be there soon."

Compared with Sherlock's pretentiousness, Christa, who has been seen through, is quite unscrupulous.

Arthur smiled lightly, "Don't worry. I'll wait for you two here. The auction is held in the side hall, which is a little far away from here. It's the first time for the two of you to visit. I, the master, will always let me do my best." Is it the responsibility of the landlord?"

"Then I will trouble you." Christa returned the same smile, and turned to Sherlock, "Dear sir, please help me over there to wash my face and adjust my makeup."

She has always cherished the opportunity to enslave Sherlock openly and aboveboard.

Sherlock: ...

Mr. Detective, who was unwilling to play, resisted the urge to ridicule.

Krista was really uncomfortable.It was rare for her to lose control of her emotions today, her body seemed to be particularly sensitive to alcohol, and she felt a little groggy after taking two more sips.

Now that you have to deal with the current situation, you have to be sober.

Krista filled a pool of water, closed her eyes, and submerged her face in the cold water.

The temperature at the end of October was already a bit chilly, and the cold water stimulated her senses, and she immediately regained her sanity.

Sherlock watched, "You don't have to choose this method to commit suicide. People who die in this way will have puffy faces..."

"You are noisy."

Christa said lightly, she was in a bad mood.

She slowly wiped off the water stains on her face with a paper towel, and quickly painted herself a light makeup, which was far from the original appearance, and put on the mask.

She came out with Sherlock's arm, as intimate as a real couple.

Arthur Bird did a standard British gentleman etiquette, "Come with me, two, the auction will start soon."

Although the side hall is not as magnificent as the main hall, it still has the rich heritage of the Byrd family for 300 years, and it has a special style.

Only then did Christa discover that there was a raised round platform in the center of the hall, and the tables and chairs in the hall were sparsely arranged around the round platform.The guests wearing masks were seated in twos and threes, about 30 to [-] people, and nine out of ten were men, which was less than one-third of the people who attended the previous banquet.

Arthur Byrd led them to a small table and sat them down.

This place has an excellent view, it is the center and the front row, and they were brought in by the host. As soon as they were seated, those secretive and probing eyes all swept over.

"Thank you." Christa smiled and thanked the young man with a gentle expression.

Sherlock knew she had adjusted her mind.

Christa's performance today was completely beyond his expectations. From the case of Flora Davis, it can be seen that she was only trying to show her gentleness and kindness, but in her heart, she was indifferent to these things. Pass.In this matter, she thoroughly showed the same compassion as the goldfish that can be seen everywhere in London.

All sudden changes have their reasons, then, what is the cause of Krista's mood swings?

If you refer to her attitude towards Aisha Field, she has personally experienced what it feels like to be a "finches".

And that's obviously impossible.

At least for now, there is no problem with Christa's identity, although he feels that there must be something wrong with it.She was born well and had a happy family. The only fly in the ointment was her mother's death.

She has never been kidnapped or disappeared, so under what circumstances did she experience certain things?

Her father...Krista's avoidance of him was obvious, and she even subconsciously held doubts about him.Of course, this would not be a normal human father-daughter relationship.

At the same time, the most important thing he discovered was that Christa was obviously used to restraining her emotions on the verge of losing control through self-abuse.

A girl with a happy life would never need to be patient to such an extent.In other words, a normal person would not use this method to suppress and force himself.

Arthur Byrd did not sit with them, and he even left the wing without anyone noticing.

Christa looked at the back of him leaving alone, her eyes were deep, she didn't know what she was thinking.

As she thought, what was displayed at the auction was just a single bird.But the photos showing the actual goods don't appear here.Perhaps before the start, those photos were sent to the guest's accommodation for a round.

If they hadn't taken a fancy to "Finch" in advance, these people's goals would not be so certain.

On the round platform, a beautiful canary stayed quietly in a golden cage, looking at a bunch of malicious people with fear in its eyes, and its usual melodious cry was hoarse.

It doesn't know that it has a life that is as beautiful as it is tied to it, a life that is locked in a cage forever like it.

Krista watched it intently.

What a beautiful and fragile life.she thinks.

Arthur Byrd stood in the dark corridor, and the noise of bidding in the side hall was nothing but deaf ears, and had nothing to do with him as the host.

His expression blended into the blurred night, making it difficult for the subordinates standing beside him to guess. After a long time, his cold and deep voice sounded in the silent night.

"You mean, the person was found?"

The author has something to say: Come on, read it to me, this is a love script.

Arthur (mild and polite): It's my part, isn't it?

Krista: Wait, Arthur, you got the wrong script.You should take the domineering president, not the crazy script.

Arthur (looks down at the script): Ah! I seem to have taken it wrong.However, they have already acted in so many roles, so they can only make mistakes.