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

It was the sound of cold blades cutting across her bones and muscles; the smell of countless chemicals mixed into an unspeakable pungent smell, which permeated the air; a thin needle tube was pierced into a blood vessel, and the flowing liquid was icy cold, as if even Her blood will freeze.

And then... and then... what?

It was boundless pure white. She tried hard to open her eyes, but she was always unable to do so. Before she finally closed her eyes completely, she felt that something was about to burst out of her body, like a plant in spring absorbing enough nutrients and can't wait. Sprout.

"..."

She woke up from the dream, sat up suddenly, and covered her eyes with one hand.It took a while to realize—it was that scene again.

In fact, it has been a long time since she dreamed of the scene of her previous life, especially the painful and long death process.

For most people, death may be just a moment, but for her, birth is the beginning of death.The death lasted for 18 years, and the god of death finally took pity on her once on the eve of her coming of age, and granted her real death.

To die in the best years of life may be a punishment for others, but it is already the best gift for her.

She sat on the bed for a few minutes before getting out of bed and drawing the curtains.

It was bright outside.

The streets of London are shrouded in morning light, and the sunlight in late autumn is always a little weak.

is warm.She narrowed her eyes and thought.

Standing in front of the window for a few minutes, she thought of something, took out her phone, and there was an unread message on it.

"The matter has been resolved. Rothschild Hotel, 507, London."

Christa felt a little better after reading it, and this may be the only thing she can do now.

She couldn't help but read it several times, and finally deleted the message.

She cooked some porridge for herself, sat at the table and turned on the computer.

Christa typed "Red Diamond Auction" in the search bar. The latest news is that a 3.96-carat red diamond appeared at an auction in Paris two years ago. It was rumored that it was bought by a rich man in London. The buyer's name.

Red diamonds are extremely rare, and nearly four carats are considered rare in the world.

She thought about it, the one she saw a few days ago should also be this size.

So she retyped "Annie" in the search bar, followed by "Bird" a moment later.

In modern technological society, nothing is completely hidden under the vast network.

The page that pops up is an old news story from a few years ago.

The sole heir of the Byrd family, the biological daughter of the old Byrd owner died unexpectedly at the age of 16.This paragraph is vague. Some say it was a death from illness, some say it was a plane crash, and some say it was a deliberate murder. The reason is that after the death of the heiress, Arthur Bird, the current owner of the adopted son, quickly came to power.

She browsed the pages slowly, and one of them mentioned that the former head of the Byrd family actually had a pair of twins.But it was quickly submerged in human words.She took a look and frowned.

There is not much information available, but there are a few mentions that the heiress who died early was named

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annie.Anne Byrd.

Krista pursed her lips, turned off the computer expressionlessly, and then took her violin, ready to start today's lesson.

She seemed to know what to do.

"... That's all for today's class. You should go back and review it carefully." Professor Smith closed the pages of the book and said.

She nodded and slowly sorted out the information.

"What happened to all of you today? Are you absent-minded? Did you have too much fun at the banquet yesterday?" Professor Smith knocked on his crutch, dissatisfied.

She glanced at Isidor, only to find that he was distracted, with his right hand in his pocket.Krista felt like he was waiting for some important news.

He raised his eyebrows, "Teacher, I suddenly got a little inspiration yesterday, and I am going to write it into a complete song."

"What about you?" Professor Smith was noncommittal, then turned to ask Christa.

She seemed to realize it, "Ah. I encountered a strange thing, and I can't figure it out."

"Don't think too much about things you can't figure out. In life, there are many things you can't figure out. You are just too stubborn. I never heard your grandfather say that you have such a personality, but it has become more and more obvious in the past few years." Professor Smith said He frowned, obviously dissatisfied with this, but a little helpless.

"It's not that serious, I'm just a little curious..." She folded up the documents and held them in her hand.

Suddenly there was a burst of music, a little-known violin piece, the ringtone of Isidor's cell phone.

Isidore smiled apologetically, bowed his head and hung up the phone. "It was about the concert in November. They made several phone calls, hoping that I would increase the tickets, but I did not agree."

Professor Smith nodded and said, "Well, you did the right thing. Now that good music doesn't know how to make these people mess up, it's a mess."

Isidore responded with a smile.

Krista felt a little strange.Her senior brother...is not like this usually.When he just hung up the phone, his movements were sluggish, as if he was making a very difficult decision.

He doesn't hesitate over things like tickets.

Isidor glanced at her with a smile, his expression the same as usual.

He thought again of the contemptuous and indifferent voice that came from the phone that the man had specially called.

"Don't forget who you are here for. Do you think it's worth giving up everything for a woman who won't even tell you her real name? Don't do anything. I didn't let you go to trouble her .”

"After the matter is over, of course you can still be a happy couple."

"I guarantee that the woman's life will not be in any danger."

Of course, he will make the wisest choice.

His fingers in his pocket slowly moved away from the dial keys.

Annie looked at the communication page that was hung up, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer to her ears, and she had completely lost the strength to continue running away.

She turned off her phone and closed her eyes in despair.

It turned out...it was only her.

The footsteps stopped in her ears.

"Got you, Taroy."

The author has something to say: it's a little short, and I'll make it up next time.If I pass the exam today, I will change after the exam!

By the way, let me remind you that this dungeon does not follow the murder line, it is a beautiful love story of a domineering president falling in love with me.

Isidore: Didn't I take the drama of misery? (Black face question mark.JPG)

Annie: No, what you read is a scumbag script.