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

"He's looking for you."

An unfamiliar low voice exploded in the rain.

Taroy couldn't help looking up, from the water-stained uppers to his thin figure, the hem of his windbreaker drew a messy arc in the cold wind, and the water on the black umbrella hanging above his head converged and poured down , half of his face was hidden in the night rain, only a delicate jaw was exposed.

"Who are you?" Her teeth chattered from the cold, and her voice was vague.

She was only secretly vigilant, and her fingers silently touched the top of her boots, where a pocket pistol was hidden.

The person in front of her seemed to have discovered her intentions, and a slight ridicule was barely audible.

"Put away your stupid idea of ​​wanting to shoot, Miss Taroy." The visitor paused after saying this, "There is no doubt that a large part of the reason for the breakdown of the relationship between the two of you comes from your stupidity and innocence. "

"Shut up! What do you think you know!" Hearing this, she looked up at the person coldly, "You're just a guy who doesn't know anything!"

"What do I know?" The visitor seemed a little amused by the question, and then spit out words quickly

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"I know you're from a ghetto on the east coast of the United States, high school, 19... or [-], for some reason you were trafficked to the Byrd family, you were supposed to be trafficked again as a 'finch' by Arthur Burr De stayed... In a sense, he liked you a lot, but you didn't like him. So you orchestrated an escape, you bribed the maid with your savings of jewels, but it was quickly discovered, in On your way to escape, a kind-hearted violinist rescues you and introduces you to a job in a grocery store-so you can't help but fall in love with him, you two fall in love, and at this moment, you Found by Arthur, the dream was shattered."

When he said the last word, his tone was slightly evoked, with a bit of indescribable irony.

You're right, except...

"So, are you telling me this to show off your supernatural powers?" She gritted her teeth and stared at him.

"Your brain capacity is probably a little less than a goldfish." He said with some disgust, "I don't think you can think of anything correct, so I can only talk more boring nonsense—"

"We're all on the same page right now."

Taroy understood a little bit, and tried his best not to show his expression, "So you want to cooperate with me? I don't think it's necessary."

"Cooperation? No, of course not!" The visitor let out a chuckle of unknown meaning in the rainy night, "Miss Taroy, the reason you say that is because you already have a more reliable partner in your heart."

Taroy's expression was tense, and Isidor's shouts echoed in his ears, his voice was hoarse, as if he was insane.

"I do not understand what you mean."

It was the first time anyone knew that she had a "partner", not even Arthur who wanted to monitor her 24 hours a day.

"Miss Taroy, are you here to lower the IQ of this street?" The visitor seemed to be unable to bear her stupidity, and satirized a few words impatiently.

"You can just say it straight." She scratched the ground, and the crevices between her nails were immediately filled with wet soil.

……

"Although I don't understand what you mean, I have nothing to lose, so don't worry, I will do as you ordered." Her mind was drenched by the night rain, and she felt quite awake.

"May I ask about your identity?" She stared at the half arc of his clothes when he turned around, and asked softly without hope.

The guests who came with umbrellas paused for a while and did not look back.

"I am Sherlock Holmes. A consulting detective."

***

Christa has excellent hearing. It should be said that her five senses are sensitive to ordinary people.

When hearing the familiar name that was lingering on Isidor's lips, Christa had a feeling of "it really is".

Fate made an early move to Annie for her, avoiding a period of embarrassment between brothers and sisters, and also inevitably cut off the intertwined fate of Isidor and Annie.

It is the favor of fate, but also abandonment.

She really didn't expect that the eldest lady of the Byrd family and Isidor would have such a relationship.

The rain splashed, leaving streaks on the tail of her coat.

Listening to Isidor's voice gradually hoarse, Christa was completely submerged in the torrential rain.She was holding an umbrella, tightly grasping the handle of the umbrella in her hand, the hard plastic hurt her palms.

A blurry figure came towards her, pitch black, she thought it was a passerby, and was about to avoid it, but saw that figure stopped in front of her.

Christa blinked her eyes, only to realize that the visitor was an acquaintance, Mr. Detective Sherlock Holmes.

"Sherlock? What are you doing out so late? Is there any urgent murder case in London?" Christa was a little puzzled, why is the case so urgent?

"Krista, your IQ today can allow you to have a friendly conversation with Refstead, and you will soon be able to tell who has lowered the IQ of this street the most." Mr. Detective mocked coldly.

"I think it's you. After all, you have never called Lestrade's name correctly so many times. You are unique on Baker Street." Christa said lightly.

"My brain is not designed to remember this kind of..."

Christa interrupted him: "Senseless things. Yes, your mind is full of soot, a total of 240 kinds."

"Now let's talk about what you are here for." Christa smiled slightly, and then continued to speak.Is there anything worth the great detective's clumsy diversion?

"You know the sound of Cecil's typing bothers me. He's been doing these boring jobs all day. Mrs. Hudson came up three times for her plate of burnt cookies, an average of 17.4 minutes. The road in front of 221B was washed away by the rain for a section, and Mycroft's men couldn't do anything..."

Agents who were not required to master road-building skills:  …

"What are you doing here?" Christa stared at him and asked again.

He hesitated for ten seconds,

"... to pick you up."

Lingling Yeyu fluttered, silent for a long time, she slightly hooked her lips: "Thank you."

No matter what the purpose is, whether it is intentional or on the way.

She thought for a while, "Sherlock, can you wait for me for a while?"

"Isidor?"

"Well, he didn't have an umbrella."

It was rare for the two to have a peaceful conversation.

The sound of the rain gradually subsided, and Isidor walked in the rain in embarrassment. The rain dripped down his hair roots and behind his ears.

Christa stopped in front of him and handed over the umbrella, but Isidor froze for a moment but didn't accept it, "...no need."

Christa pursed her lips, "Take it, after you find Annie, you can't let her get in the rain with you....I saw the umbrella she threw on the ground."

"……thanks."

"If no one is found..." Christa paused, "Forget it, I'll talk about it at the teacher's house tomorrow."

She forced the umbrella into Isidor's hand, and turned around to hide under Sherlock's umbrella.

A certain detective quietly lowered his umbrella slightly.

Very good, this posture saves energy.

The two disappeared into the night rain side by side. Isidor held the umbrella, his eyes were dim and difficult to see.

"That's right, you said earlier that a section of road collapsed in front of gate 221B?"

"140 meters ahead."

"Well, I see. When did you know about Anne and Isidor?"

Shylock is not a character who cares about other people's emotional problems at all, but he took it for granted when looking for Isidor.He could indeed deduce what happened from various situations, but if that was the case, his previous reaction shouldn't be...

"Isn't that obvious?" Sherlock said without hesitation, "Also, it's not Anne, it's Talloy."

"What did you say!" Christa stopped.

"You heard me." Sherlock said calmly.

"Sherlock." She smiled wryly, "I seem to have made a wildly wrong inference before."

Sherlock looked down at her, and he frowned, "Krista, I have absolutely no idea what you're thinking on this matter. It has nothing to do with you."

Krista was stunned, and lowered her eyes slightly, "I know. I don't mean to take responsibility that doesn't belong to me. I just feel a little... helpless."

Fate is the most powerless than erroneous circumstances, Yixiduo is like this, Jiang Li is like this, Jiang Qile... is also like this.

"Also, thank you, Sherlock." She said solemnly.

Although the detective's concern was awkward and reserved.

***

"Oh! My dear, it's raining so much outside, it's bad! Go up and take a hot bath, and then have a good sleep. Sherlock, you finally learned how to take care of a delicate girl." Mrs. Hudson opened the door and welcomed them in, "Liz, wait a moment, I'll make you a glass of milk."

"Mrs. Hudson, a cup of coffee and two candies." Sherlock answered appropriately.

"Sherlock, I'm not your butler," Mrs. Hudson complained.

"Thank you!" Krista liked the warm breath emanating from this kind landlady, "Do you have any more cookies? I'm a little hungry."

"Of course, you wait a moment." Mrs. Hudson hurried into the kitchen.

Krista turned her head and winked at Sherlock, showing a slightly smug expression.

Sherlock snorted softly.

"Why don't you go back to your room?" Krista looked at Sherlock who followed her up to the third floor.

"I didn't have the key."

"Cecil went to bed so early?" Christa raised her eyebrows. Most writers' living habits are not particularly regular. At first glance, Cecil's old-age life is quite novel.

"Half his life is spent in meaningless sleep." The detective who has always believed that sleep is not a necessity commented.

"Career freedom is great! You can sleep for so long a day." Christa nodded in self-consciousness.

How is it like her, she has to get up early in the morning to practice the piano, and she has to do her homework when she comes back at night.

Life was harder than those of her classmates in high school.

"Well, to express my thanks for your kind help today, I allow you to enter my room and stay until Mrs. Hudson brings the spare key, but don't rummage through things. There will be no Cecil to compensate you this time It's gone." Without giving Sherlock a chance to answer, Christa turned the key, opened the door, and turned on the light.

She suspected that Sherlock didn't tell Mrs. Hudson directly that he didn't have the key because he was sure he would ask the question, and that Mrs. Hudson, who had overheard their conversation, would bring him the spare key.

...what a great way to relax.

Krista ignored him and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Sherlock walked to the window, looked at some traces that had not been cleaned, and made a quick judgment.

——A dozen piano wires have been laid here, and these piano wires have been stained with the blood of McCoff's useless agents, and there are still traces of blood on the floor.

Of course, clever placement saved a tragic death here.

He remembered what Mycroft had said the day he had come to see him.

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"Krista, she's a dangerous person. She's involved in a great danger that she doesn't even know about."

"And you, my brother, are on the verge of danger, and are always ready to be with that charming lady... oh, a friend in need."

The author has something to say: foreshadowing, everyone can guess.