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

Christa silently put the key back in her pocket, and smiled her most sincerely: "Good day, Mr. Holmes."

"Good day, Christa." Mr. Mycroft Holmes, holding a black umbrella and wearing a standard three-piece suit, greeted her kindly.

But Christa felt inexplicably that the mood of Mr. Holmes seemed... not very good.

She opened her mouth, ready to say a few more polite words, when Sherlock's voice came from the second floor - "Krista, tell that fat man to get out quickly."

Krista: "..."

She spread her hands helplessly: "Did something happen to you? Sherlock seems a little... um... grumpy."

"Oh, you know, children always like to throw tantrums." Mycroft said lightly.

The novelist standing behind Christa heard their conversation, his eyes lit up, and he opened his mouth before McCoff left: "Hello, Mr. Holmes, I think you must be the father of Mr. Sherlock Holmes .Only a person with a dignified appearance like you can be lucky enough to have such an outstanding son as Mr. Sherlock..."

Christa laughed out loud, "Mr. Lindbergh, this is Mr. Sherlock's elder brother."

Probably the hairline of this big Mr. Holmes is too easy to give people an illusion.She swore that she could hear the sincerity in the novelist's words.

"……Ugh?"

The novelist finally digested this information, and he twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, "Uh...that...Mr. Holmes...I'm really sorry, please forgive my offense."

Mycroft's self-cultivation is obviously very good, he said nonchalantly: "It's okay, Sherlock's childish behavior can easily give people the illusion that he is still young. Christa, it seems that you and Sherlock have been very happy recently , The relationship is also developing rapidly. I heard that you went to the banquet together yesterday, and it seems that getting married is not too far away. I hope that when we meet next time, your child has already learned to walk."

Sherlock's impatient voice came again: "Krista, why are you dawdling like that fat man? Get that bald fat man out immediately, he's disturbing my thinking."

Upon hearing this, Mycroft smiled and looked at her kindly.

The novelist who didn't understand the situation also looked at her in confusion.

Krista: "..."

To kill Sherlock first or to kill Sherlock first?

"You really like joking, Mr. Holmes." She smiled and said calmly: "I still want to take this gentleman to see the house, and we will talk again next time we have a chance."

"Of course. Miss Christa, next time I will definitely find a satisfying cafe."

……

The Sherlock Holmes family are full of idiots!

A pure black car drove out from nowhere, McCoff got into the car, and the car quickly disappeared on Baker Street.

Christa blinked, "Mr. Lindbergh, let's go in."

The novelist scratched at his hair, and the sorrel hair was unkempt on top of his head like a ball of wool ruffled by a cat.

"Ah...then thank you."

Krista sent a message to Mrs. Hudson while going up the stairs: Honey, your new tenant has arrived, I think you have to finish your afternoon tea quickly.

Mrs. Hudson immediately replied: Oh! Liz, thank you so much for reminding me. I'll be right back.I must trouble you to ask him to sit in the house for a while.

Of course, dear Mrs. Hudson.

She typed the last letter and looked up.

The door on the second floor was rarely closed.

It was impossible for Sherlock, a lazy guy, to open the door for them, although she couldn't understand why he had to close it suddenly.

So she put away her mobile phone and raised her eyebrows: "Mr. Lindbergh, would you mind sitting in my room for a while?"

"No, of course I don't mind. It's my..." honor.

"Can you please be quiet? It's too loud!"

Sherlock opened the door, stuck out half of his head, and unceremoniously accused the two of them, and immediately closed the door heavily after the accusation.

The door was slammed by him with a "slap".

……

The poor novelist was unable to utter the last word in his throat, and stared at the closed door in embarrassment.

She shrugged, "You know, there are always things about geniuses that are difficult for ordinary people to understand."

The novelist turned his head and looked at her with bright eyes,

"awesome!"

“Simply perfect!”

Krista: "...Huh?"

Cecil's tone was extremely joyful: "It's exactly the same as the genius detective I imagined! Sure enough, he is indeed a genius who can write 240 reports on the difference between three kinds of soot!"

Krista: Well, I'm a goldfish beyond what you people think.

She turned her gaze slightly, and was about to say a few words, when she saw the door was opened again, revealing a fluffy head and pajama straps that almost fell to the floor.

— Mr. Sherlock Holmes no doubt.

"There are thick calluses on the index and middle fingers of the right hand. I have been working in writing for eight to ten years."

Christa turned her head calmly, look, she knew it, and it started again.

……

"... Judging from the uneven distribution of skin color, you went to Greece two weeks ago. The beautiful beach scenery there made you linger so much that you delayed your return to London for several days."

"...you took a taxi to Baker Street, and you met Christa at the door, and you lost your wallet during the process."

Cecil heard that he was analyzed by Sherlock, not only did he not feel offended, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, wishing he could make a statue of Sherlock and worship him three incense sticks every day.

Christa rubbed her forehead, "Sherlock, this...Mr. Lindbergh...may be your new roommate. Mrs. Hudson hasn't come back yet, why don't you take him to the living room for a while Like? I'll go back first."

The novelist just woke up from Sherlock's halo, "I'm sorry, Christa, I was too excited to see Mr. Holmes...that... there's no need to be so polite, if you don't mind, you can call me Seth Seale."

Sherlock snorted coldly, seemingly disapproving.

"It's human." Christa smiled slightly, "Sherlock, cherish your sixth roommate. I'll go up first, goodbye."

No matter how the two got along in the end, and no matter whether Sherlock couldn't stand a goldfish that stared at him every day, in short, 221B officially ushered in its third tenant.

On the day when Cecil moved here, when Christa finished practicing the violin and opened the door happily, she saw an unknown creature named Sherlock Holmes curled up on her sofa, and she felt extremely complicated. .

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