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

"Well, I admit that this incident is my fault, and I'm sorry that my behavior has caused you trouble." Mr. Detective finally said without sincerity.

"Sherlock, I hope there is at least a little sincerity in your words." Christa tilted her head, "Agent Lestrade, I'm sorry to waste your precious time, shall I send you down?"

"Ah... no, I didn't do anything, I don't bother you!" Lestrade stood up and left.

"If you can spend the time you spend on hypocritical social etiquette practicing the piano, then you can save yourself a scolding from your violin teacher." Sherlock turned over a page of today's newspaper that he hadn't finished reading. ridicule.

Lestrade wisely left at once.

Christa smiled sweetly, showing a row of neat teeth, "Sherlock, if there is another time, I will ask your brother for your mother's phone number."

The best way to deal with immature ghosts is of course to sue the parents!

Cecil who just walked in: "..."

Telling parents about something is indeed the way children quarrel.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Christa turned her head, "Cecil, I'm sorry for my previous rudeness. You mentioned the performance of Shakespeare's Globe Theater yesterday? The teacher gave me two tickets. As an apology, I invite you to see it How was the show?"

She had terrified the poor gentleman when she had stormed in in a rage.

"How can a lady's little capriciousness be considered rude? It is my honor that you are willing to invite me to watch the show." Cecil looked at Sherlock, "Mr. Sherlock will go with us?"

"No. You know that as a well-known consulting detective, he is always busy with various things, such as the difference between 240 and three types of soot." Krista smiled.

Freed from the influence of the Shylock card's aura of reducing intelligence, this novelist can indeed be regarded as a very good person.

Sherlock snorted softly.

Feeling the turbulent tide between the two, the novelist could hardly keep smiling.Fortunately, Christa did not continue to argue with understanding, and returned to the third floor after saying goodbye politely.

Christa sat at the table and flattened the crumpled letter in the palm of her hand. The handwriting was drawn with silver hooks, piercing through the back of the paper.

Her grandfather's handwriting.

Traditional Chinese, cursive script, semi-classical Chinese.

She hooked her lips, and Sherlock probably didn't understand the letter when he got it.

The main idea of ​​the letter was that her birthday was coming soon, and she was asked whether she should spend her coming-of-age ceremony in England or return to China earlier.Her father Andre's suggestion is to celebrate the Gregorian birthday in Europe and the Lunar birthday in China.They also thought it was a good proposal and would not delay her course progress.

But the specifics still depend on her own arrangement.At the end of the letter are some words of concern for her study and life.And some questions about her college application matters.

She thought for a while, and took a pen to write back.

“…about the birthday, I think my father’s proposal is very good, I will spend a birthday with Mrs. Bar Mitzvah...Study and life are going well, Professor Smith has benefited me a lot...Isidore's recital is about to start...About the university application, the materials are still being prepared...One of the reasons that make me hesitate is that I I am considering whether to change my mind and apply for a university in Europe... Time is running out, I will make a decision as soon as possible..."

While writing the letter, she filtered certain universities in the UK. At first, she thought that the matter here could be resolved as soon as possible, but the development of the matter was a bit beyond her expectation, so she could not leave Europe so soon.

It might be a good idea to stay here for college.

Hmm... Maybe ask Sivir about Cambridge.

It seems that you can also ask Isidor, he also graduated there.

... It seems that someone else is coming?

***

It was rare to hear the teacher reach this point in class, and Christa pushed open the door, the sky was heavy and pitch black, the cold wind whizzed past, and dense raindrops fell down.

Christa felt the cold raindrops blowing on her face, and silently shrank back into the door.

Isidore chased after her quickly, and handed her the umbrella and coat together, "It's cold outside and it's raining. The teacher said he was afraid that the violin would be damaged, so he asked me to bring you an umbrella."

She took the coat and put it on, "Before I came to the UK, the teacher was very precious to me, but now it has been reduced to even a violin."

Isidore stretched out his hand to straighten her collar, "Your violin is worth more than the two of us combined. Isn't it clear at a glance who the teacher will prefer?"

"That's not true, teacher..."

Before Christa finished speaking, Isidor suddenly turned pale, turned around and ran into the rain without saying anything.

Christa looked down at the umbrella thrown into her arms, and when she looked up, she saw Isidor's blurred back in the night rain and the corners of his clothes flashing in the distance.

It was the first time she saw Isidor lose his composure like this, and she opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

In the end, he just lowered his eyelashes, and there were trembling raindrops rolling down from above.

Quietly.

After Emma took a shower, she glanced out of the window subconsciously, and the silver-white lightning struck straight from the night, and the world returned to darkness after a moment of light.

At that moment, Emma thought of the silver-white blade of a scalpel.

She raised her eyebrows and mourned in silence for those of Holmes' subordinates who had to work diligently in this bad weather.

When she came back that day, she found that the house was full of cameras. Emma didn't say anything, and directly rented a house near the nursing home, and checked in on the same day.Even going to work in a nursing home is much more convenient.

In short, Emma is very satisfied, but she is not very friendly to the group of agents under McCoff, which further increases their workload.

And how she managed to hide from the interrogation of the sixth group is also a question that puzzles them.

Emma squinted and lazily lay on the sofa watching TV series.

Mental suggestion and hypnosis are certainly a very good method, and to many it may seem like a nonsense, but within organizations it has been one of the most reliable and time-honored methods.

Investing a lot of money every year always pays off.

The results are remarkable, aren't they?

But you have to find a time to lift the psychological hint as soon as possible.otherwise……

She thought of that ordinary and cowardly girl, her eyes darkened.

The sound of the rain getting louder and louder at night.

Isidor ran after the passing shadow for an unknown amount of time, holding a hair tie splashed with mud in his hand.

That was the first and only gift he gave Anne.He planned a lot, but before he could give her any of them, Annie disappeared from his life.

What he thought was going to be eternal was just a mistake in the whim of fate.

Isidor stopped slowly, looked around, and shouted hoarsely: "Annie! Anyway, we have a beginning and an end, come out and let's meet again, okay?"

"I know you're there!"

His voice was swallowed by the rain, but it still reached exactly what it wanted to say behind a wall.

Taroy was slumped against the wall, sitting powerlessly in a muddy puddle, his skirt was soaked, and his umbrella had been discarded during the run.

Isidor's voice came through the rain, vaguely, but she knew that he was calling her name.

She covered her mouth in dismay, her intermittent crying was drowned in the heavy rain, and the hot teardrops rubbed into the cold night rain, the temperature for a moment was like an illusion.

Just like the traces left by Isidor in her life, the warmth can only perish.

She was brought back here by Arthur that day, and she is also here tonight, separated by a wall, and they will never see each other.

Separated by a wall, it is really a natural moat.