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

Annie looked at the man in horror. He was wearing a flaxen shirt, with a smile on his lips, and he looked like a young boy in London University.

She knew that this beautiful and harmless skin was just to cover up her crazy and sick nature.

She took a few steps back uncontrollably, her back pressed against the rough wall, and the tears from her excessive fright were about to hang down on her thick eyelashes, "You already have so many 'Annies', why... Can't let me go?"

Arthur didn't answer, and waved to the crowd of people behind him, and all the well-dressed bodyguards exited the alley with a tacit understanding.

Seeing her panicked and trembling, he smiled and waved to her: "Is this why you want to sneak out? There are so many 'Annies', but none of them are you, you are the only one in me Taroy."

"Go home with me, it's too unsafe for you outside. Have you forgotten what happened when you were kidnapped? If you get hurt a little more, I really...will go crazy."

"Be obedient, come here. Don't run around next time."

The tone was so gentle that it made her hair stand on end.

Annie grabbed the phone tightly, bit her lip, and shook her head.

His face darkened, "Are you still going to run? I'll be angry." Seeing her holding a mobile phone with white light overflowing from the screen, he sneered and said, "You still want to find that violinist to save you? You are always so naive , Didn't he answer your call?"

"It's...you." Annie said tremblingly.

Although it wasn't him, Arthur never minded being charged with an extra crime.

He spoke again: "Come on, come home with me. You deserve to live in the finest surroundings, not toiling eight hours a day in a tiny grocer for twenty pounds, which isn't even worth your meal." Breakfast. You have to deal with the poor and the homeless every day, and you have never suffered like this..."

When she heard this, she couldn't help interrupting him sharply: "I came from the slums, I'm not as noble as you...high nobles. I have been like this for 18 years, nothing can't stand it! I'm fine, they Those so-called poor people are also very good, much better than you sanctimonious beasts in clothes! I didn’t suffer either! All my sufferings will come later! It’s all because of you!”

She didn't like him bashing her parentage.

Arthur thought of this, and stopped mentioning it immediately: "Okay, it's my fault, but Talloy, you should come back when you've had enough fun."

"You have even experienced the so-called normal love. Do you still have any dissatisfaction?"

"Is that the violinist that makes you so reluctant?"

"Am I that inferior to him?"

When he said this, he looked at her helplessly.

Annie lowered her head, "No, what is there to be reluctant to betray me?"

Arthur smiled with satisfaction, "Then since he made you angry, how about I ask someone to cut off his hand?"

Her pupils shrank, and she said nonchalantly, "What does it have to do with me?"

"Do you think one hand is enough? How about cutting off both hands?" He continued to ask gently.

For a violinist, the playing hands are more important than life, and Arthur's behavior is not too vicious.

She looked at him, the disgust in her eyes couldn't be concealed, "Why are you asking me? Aren't you always like this? Just be happy."

He walked over, held her stiff face in his hands, lowered his head slightly, looked at each other, paused every word, and was extremely gentle.

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"Taroy, you're different. I won't do anything you don't like."

She felt relieved.

The gray and white walls cast a shadow on the ground, and it was windy and cold all around. Annie closed her eyes and gave her hands to the demon in front of her.

Goodbye, Isidore.

Thank you for being willing to love me so badly, even if you don't know it.

May we never meet again.

Christa went into the convenience store with the violin on her back, picked up two boxes of biscuits for nothing, and asked seemingly unintentionally when she checked out: "Did Annie ask for leave today? Didn't see her."

The old lady settled the accounts for her, and complained: "Annie's family suddenly quit her job this morning, and she hasn't paid her last week's wages. I knew that her skin is not ordinary labor." The family can support it, it is estimated that a rich lady came here to experience life... I don't know what kind of place I take my place, and I didn't even say hello..."

"That's it." Krista took out her wallet, her eyes flickering slightly.

That Miss Anne seems to be...found.

fair enough.She curled her lips.

***

A young man in his 20s was standing outside the door of 221B.

A few strands of his short chestnut hair are slightly curled up, and he stubbornly refuses to stick them down. The alpaca sweater, dark jeans, and black Martin boots reflect a section of snow-white around his neck.

It's different from Sherlock's approaching paleness, um... Christa tilted her head and thought for a while, it should be Snow White's enviable white skin.

Then, that "Snow White" turned his head, met her eyes, was stunned, and then a kind smile appeared between his brows and eyes.

With fair skin and beautiful long legs, she is undoubtedly a great beauty!

Krista thought with a smile.

"Hello, are you the tenant who came to see the house?" She felt that she had to make a good impression on the new tenant, lest he think that the house was full of people like Sherlock.

"Ah... well, yes, Mrs. Hudson and I made an appointment to look at the house today." The young man scratched his hair embarrassingly, this...a little mixed-race girl, couldn't be the landlady's wife, right? ?

"I'm Mrs. Hudson's tenant, and I live on the third floor. If you'd like to rent here, we'll be neighbors from now on. By the way, my name is Christa Heard, and you can call me Kelly." Stara." She made a passionate expression, her brows and eyes were curved, and her tone was brisk.

The young man struggled to organize his vocabulary: "Hi, Christa. My name is Cecil Lindbergh, and now I am... a novelist."

Her eyes lit up, "Novelist? Great job. Shall we go in first? You seem to have been waiting here for a long time?"

Cecil nodded when she heard that she was interested in her career, "I also like this profession very much. Literature is the foundation of my soul." Then he explained: "I came a little earlier. I didn't wait How long." He lowered his head slightly, a little embarrassed, "When I came here, I left my backpack on the taxi, and my wallet, mobile phone and ID were all in it, so there was nowhere to go. I had to wait here for a while."

"It turned out to be like this." She was a little sorry, "It's really sad news. But I can lend you the phone, and you can call the taxi company to retrieve your backpack. Mrs. Anderson will not be back for a while. , we can go up and sit for a while. There is another tenant up there, um...he is a unique person, very interesting. Anyway...I think your work might be a good topic."

"Is it Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" There was a bit of joy in his tone.

"...um." Anyone you know?

"I'm here because of Mr. Holmes. He's an excellent detective. There's no better detective in London. I'm writing a detective novel recently, and the main character is based on Mr. Holmes. I think the close-up Contacting Mr. Holmes will bring me more inspiration!" The young man said excitedly.

Fans of Sherlock... It looks like Mrs. Hudson's new tenant won't be able to escape.

"Then let's go in first."

As she spoke, she took out the key and was about to open the door, but she heard a soft "squeak", and the door was opened from the inside.

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