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

"I can tell you how to decipher the code in my diary.—CH."

"I've deciphered it, a little fun little thing. -SH."

"That's only part of it. -CH."

"That string of passwords also corresponds to a Chinese message.——CH."

The password used in the Chinese restaurant came from Jiang Qile’s creation of a set of internal communication methods. The most notable point is that it has many interpretation methods, each of which can reveal a layer of meaning. In fact, all interpretations Only two of these ways are correct.

However, the code she wrote was simplified and modified, leaving only two correct interpretation methods.

She was relieved that Sherlock hadn't seen the other, because she hadn't read the other way back then.

At least it proves that her and Sherlock's IQ levels are still on the same line.

The method of deciphering the password is considered a secret, but it is not the same time and space now, so it doesn't matter if you tell Sherlock.

"OK—SH."

Sherlock quickly gave a reply, and Christa breathed a sigh of relief. The detective immediately deduced the code again after seeing her message, but found nothing, and couldn't help but bend his lips.

After receiving the consent, Christa hurriedly mentioned this matter to Cecil early in the morning. She was rather vague, and Cecil's reason for her refusal was prevarication.Fortunately, he had expected it, and he nodded after a little silence.

Finally, he said, "You don't have to avoid me like this, Krista. My liking isn't meant to bother you."

Cecil smiled softly when he said this, "Don't feel sorry for not being able to respond to me. I don't know how you judge a relationship in Chinese culture, but I think, even if there is no arrow of Eros, we at least still Can be good friends. Do you think so?"

"...well, I... well, I think we'd be really good friends."

It was true that she cared too much about this matter, but she forgot that Cecil had a different concept from hers. She didn't have to be so trembling, but it seemed like she wanted to cover it up.

Cecil saw that her expression relaxed, the corners of her lips curled slightly, and she casually clipped the ticket into the page.

Above the place covered by the ticket, a line of cursive words came into view. He stared at it for a long time, as if there was a light in his eyes that could not go out.

So no matter how dissatisfied Sherlock was with the performance of "No. 12 Night", the three of them achieved the ending they wanted.

Krista avoids the awkward situation of being alone with her suitor.

Although Cecil couldn't get along with Christa, he was very happy to learn more about his idol, Mr. Holmes. Except for a little regret after finding out that Sherlock's lack of knowledge in literature and art exceeded his knowledge, everything else was fine. Perfect.

As for Sherlock, the performance in the first half was extremely boring for him, but an accident that shocked Scotland Yard in the second half made him suppress all dissatisfaction in his heart.

When the two returned, Krista was teaching Mrs. Hudson how to make dumplings.

Ever since she shared a bowl of boiled dumplings with Mrs. Hudson, this romantic landlady has been eager to "make dumplings once".

Krista: ...Actually, I just bought frozen dumplings in the mall.

The two of them came back much later than she estimated, and when she caught a glimpse of Sherlock's radiant look, she silently turned her head away.

Mr. Detective, who has negative literary and artistic skills, did not look depressed after watching Shakespeare's play. If there is no end of the world, then...some accident happened in the middle, such as a murder or something.

Mrs. Hudson heard the movement and stepped forward, and Krista heard her exclaim immediately.

"Oh! My God! What did you two do?"

Christa stepped out of the door and saw the miserable situation of the two, and couldn't help but twitch her mouth.

The novelist's clothes were cut several times, and some part of the sleeve was cut off by something, exposing the red sandalwood Buddha beads on the bright wrists, and there were several bloodstains on his face, which seemed to be scratched by sharp nails.

As for Sherlock, it seems that someone poured an unknown liquid on him, and a large area of ​​his clothes was wet. The liquid carried a strange aroma, diffused around, and was still dripping down, which made the He was very down and out.

"... I remember I gave you tickets to a Shakespeare play, not some escape game?"

The novelist touched the blood-stained scratches on his face and gasped, "Hiss—we encountered something unexpected, but I think it might be a secret."

Krista didn't mind that, "Let's keep it a secret and deal with your situation first. Sherlock, you'd better go take a shower first. Cecil, I think you might have to deal with these wounds first."

Mrs. Hudson looked at the two of them with sympathy in her eyes, "Oh, let me come, there just happened to be some medicines for these wounds."

Sherlock avoided them and went upstairs, "I have never seen this liquid before, and its composition contains some substances that I don't know... This substance caused its special effect..."

Christa looked at the novelist suspiciously, and the novelist smiled wryly and shook his head, "...I don't know, maybe...that thing played a role when it was poured on him?"

"Probably." She looked at Sherlock's disappearing back, "I'll go up and see him."

"Cecil, don't stand there! Sit down and I'll treat your wound." Mrs. Hudson came out with the medicine box.

The novelist wanted to show an arc of gratitude, but Nai He's smile touched the wound on his face, so he nodded in embarrassment.

When Christa walked in, Sherlock took the narrow-necked glass bottle to catch the unknown liquid that dripped down, it was colorless and clear, like water—if there were no scents that diffused quickly.

"Aren't you afraid of poison?" She stared at Sherlock's movements with interest.

Sherlock didn't look up, "Krista, my chemistry knowledge is not as poor as yours."

"..."

"Well, actually, I'm more concerned about how this thing got on you."

At least she didn't think it was an accident.

"I think it's obvious, don't you see it?"

"Probably...you accidentally blocked this thing that was supposed to hit other people...or creatures." She looked at the marks on his clothes for a few seconds, "Is this liquid made into a capsule and shot out as a bullet? "

She imagined the scene at that time, and judging from the scratches on Cecil's face, she tended to be a creature she could not be sure of, rather than a human being.Of course, it could also be a mutant human being.For the time being, they are collectively referred to as unidentified creatures.

An unknown creature appeared in the theater. Maybe it was a creature that had been imprisoned for a long time and escaped while the guards were not paying attention, attracting relevant people to hunt it down. The liquid should be used to deal with this creature. The effect is anesthesia, but It doesn't seem to have any effect on Sherlock, which also proves that the possibility of that creature being human is very low.

The creature created a riot, which was quickly suppressed by those involved.Cecil mentioned that this will become a secret, probably related to some special institutions in the UK?

"Why capsules?" Sherlock asked.

"Because it's impossible to launch a liquid directly, it must be wrapped by a shell. The liquid that wraps this liquid is probably some kind of substance that decomposes quickly when heated. This liquid... It's strange, the liquid that a capsule can hold can't make your clothes wet It takes about a basin of water to do this..."

Sherlock also covered the bottom of the bottle with the remaining liquid from the bottle.

This thing is too unreal.

Christa couldn't help but frown.

"You're right. But I was indeed splashed with water." Sherlock sealed the bottle, "'This liquid has a particularly strong aroma."

Krista: "..."

Whoever splashes Sherlock with water is a good guy.

She didn't ask about the details of the matter, and the process was almost restored in her mind, but Sherlock's words still surprised her.

"And, it's human. A woman with red eyes and quick movements."

Christa quickly understood Sherlock's meaning, and it wasn't unknown creatures that appeared in the theater, but human beings.

Just red eyes?

Thinking of Cecil's nail-like scars, Christa opened her eyes wide: "My God! Could it be a vampire?"

She feels that the world she lives in is becoming more and more abnormal.

"How could it be that kind of ridiculous thing!" He snorted coldly, "It's just some boring research."

Research related to certain departments of the empire... is not impossible, after all, there are many strange experiments in this world.Humans are still easier to accept than creatures like vampires.

It's just that the feature of red eyes always makes her feel a little uncomfortable.

"Since you can know, uh... the project that Mycroft is in charge of?" She blinked.

"Your poor little brain is finally willing to turn it." The detective sneered.

Sure enough, Christa flipped through the newly delivered newspaper in the morning, but none of the news mentioned what happened at the theater last night.It is impossible for such a big movement to have no media attention. The only explanation is that it was deliberately suppressed.

—The masterpiece of Mycroft Holmes.

Anyway, this kind of thing has nothing to do with her, she put it away after seeing it.

The matter of Taroy is the focus of her concern now.

According to her intuition, Taroy's rebirth speech always had something indescribably wrong.

These doubts may be resolved after meeting Taroy.Christa kept such a mood until she went to the wedding reception with Sherlock on the weekend.

Coincidentally, Cecil was also going to attend a wedding banquet, so Christa asked a lot, and after a while, the three of them looked at each other.

——This world is always full of various coincidences, for example, what they are going to attend is actually the same wedding banquet.

Cecil was the quickest to respond, "I haven't packed it yet, you guys go first."

Knowing that she was afraid of embarrassment, Krista nodded slightly to express her gratitude.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. Compared with the two wonderful brothers of the Sherlock Holmes family, Cecil is simply a cute little fairy that is rare in heaven and earth. She is the embodiment of truth, kindness and beauty.

The wedding of the Byrd family is very private in nature, there are no reporters and media, and all guests enter the venue with invitation letters.

The share in Sherlock's hand seems to be different from that of other people.This is confirmed by the more respectful attitude of the waiter at the door after checking the invitation.

The wedding took place in the garden behind Bird's Castle.It's not the same place where the dinner was held last time. This is the main house of the Byrd family.

"The wedding will take some time to start. Do you remember Isidore mentioned that Arthur collected many "Annies"? They should be here." Christa lowered her voice.

"You want to find them?" Sherlock looked around calmly.

"Stop by and meet Taroy, she's probably still in the room now. Are you going?"

"Of course, why don't you just stay and watch these goldfish fooling around and flattering each other?"

"It couldn't be better."

After she finished speaking, she stopped and asked the waiter leading the way, "We have never been here before, and it will be a while before the wedding. Can we take a walk in the castle?"

"Dear guest, please wait a moment, I need to ask my husband's opinion on this matter."

The waiter froze for a moment at her request, and then responded politely.He stepped forward to stop another waiter, and the other left quickly after the two exchanged a few words.

After Christa and Sherlock waited for a few minutes, the waiter who had left came back, whispered a few words to the person who led the way, and the waiter who led the way came over and bowed to the two, "Dear guests, sir Taking this into consideration, it has been specifically stated that today the castle is open to all guests, but the second floor and above are not allowed to enter. It is where the owner lives and is not open for visits. I can guide the two of you."

"Trouble you. But you are so busy, we won't bother you in the future, we just want to take a walk, and we won't mess around." Krista said with a smile.

The waiter refused them without hesitation, "It is my honor and responsibility to serve the two distinguished guests. You don't have to feel sorry, there are enough people for today's wedding. Please give me a chance to fulfill my duties .”

The two quickly looked at each other.

"Of course. Then I will trouble you." Sherlock said.

The waiter led the way, and Krista took Sherlock's arm a few steps behind.

"We can visit the interior of the castle first, and then the garden." The waiter introduced while leading the way.

Sherlock lacked interest, and only Christa occasionally chimed in.

There were quite a few people coming and going inside the castle, except for the servants who came and went in a hurry, there were also a few wedding guests.It appears they weren't the only ones who offered to visit the castle.

"Where are you going through the side door over there?" Christa asked.

"It's a small artificial lake. The scenery is good, and there should be fewer people now. Would you like to visit it?"

Krista: "Okay."

Sherlock gave her an odd look.

The waiter who had written a long manuscript and was excitedly preparing to introduce the beautiful lake to the two was knocked unconscious as soon as he stepped out of the side door.

Christa touched her hand distressedly, a delicate and frail little girl like her would actually do such a heartless thing, tsk.She raised her chin slightly, "Here, we have to hide people."

Sherlock: "Just throw it in the grass over there, and no one will find him at least an hour later."

Krista didn't show the slightest hint of euphemism: "You go. I can't move him."

Sherlock looked at her, and Christa stared back without admitting defeat, and finally Sherlock dragged him into the grass resignedly.

Christa heard him mutter something in a low voice, but couldn't quite hear it.

Christa: "Let's go to Taroy first, she's on the second floor. The castle has a symmetrical design, and there should be a staircase at the back, where it's easy to avoid eyes and ears."

"I've already noticed this, you can stop talking nonsense." He walked over, "At this time, Taroy is trying on the wedding dress, Arthur is with her, and there are other caregivers in the room, you Go find her? Christa, shake your little head, it's the sound of water swaying."

She frowned angrily, "I actually forgot that the wedding customs in England are different. Then let's go directly to those 'Annies'."

"People are on the fifth floor. But..."

Seeing that he seemed to be full of doubts, Christa quickly interrupted him: "I know there are guards and monitoring issues, don't worry about this, I have a solution."

"It seems that you are very handy with McCoff's men."

"Of course, they are much more reliable than you." Christa didn't care about his sarcasm at all.Of course, it was not difficult to find someone who could temporarily change the monitoring screen among the monitors arranged by McCoff on Baker Street. She also got some small props from a beautiful lady.

Christa smiled: "Let's go, according to what the poor gentleman just said, we have a chance to perfectly avoid everyone going upstairs in about 8 minutes."

"Seven minutes and 40 seconds to be exact. Krista, your math is terrible."

"If you think that's the case, then let it be." She didn't want to have a meaningless argument with Sherlock over such a trivial matter, so she took the lead and stepped through the side door of the hanging flower.

Ten minutes later, the two came to the fourth floor.

At the stairs leading from the fourth floor to the fifth floor, the two guards were brought down by Sherlock and Krista with anesthesia guns one by one.

The two looked at each other tacitly, and immediately came to a conclusion in their hearts—it was all generous sponsorship from McCoff.

As for whether Mr. Mycroft is willing or not, that is beyond the scope of discussion.

Half a minute later, the two quietly stepped onto the last step leading to the fifth floor.

It can be seen that the corridor is gloomy, and the windows are tightly covered, no light seeps in, no lights are lit, and the surroundings are as silent as night.

It's like a realistic version of Castle Cry.

Christa didn't like such a depressing atmosphere and wanted to go up quickly.

Standing next to her, Sherlock did not easily step out of the last step, "There are too few guards."

It is understandable that such an important matter as the wedding has been transferred from some staff, but it is impossible to relax to this extent.

Christa, who took a step ahead of him, immediately retracted one foot when she was about to touch the ground, "Of course, Sherlock, this is the age of technology, and technology can do more things than humans can do."

"What's wrong in front?" Sherlock looked down at his feet, only the ordinary tiles hidden in the darkness.

She paused and said slowly, "Sherlock, I have some unfortunate news. The fifth floor—at least the floor of the corridor is covered with pressure sensors."

As soon as they stepped on it, the information about the pressure they suddenly added to the floor would be sent to places like the monitoring room.The Byrds would soon find out that there was an intruder.

This kind of thing used to fill her surroundings, and she couldn't be more familiar with it.

The detective quickly understood the term, "We can't walk the ground."

"You mean going down from the sixth floor?" Christa raised her eyebrows. "I don't think it's safe. No one can guarantee that there are no more shady things and more dangerous devices on the sixth floor."

"Krista, turn your goldfish head well. The sixth floor is the attic. The stairs from the fifth floor to the sixth floor are full of dust, and no one has been in or out for a long time. The corridor from the fourth floor to the fifth floor has been cleaned at least one day. Twice. There is no doubt that the sixth floor is deserted."

"No." She shook her head, "Sir, your analysis is too substandard. We saw that the first floor to the fifth floor were cleaned exceptionally clean, which shows that the owner has very high requirements for cleaning, and Bird's house is not short of manpower. , Why did they deliberately omit the sixth floor? What is certain is that there is a secret on the sixth floor, a secret that Arthur Byrd does not want to share with anyone. So he refuses anyone to enter. "

After Sherlock finished speaking, he obviously thought of this immediately, "That's right, but it is certain that there is no danger on the sixth floor. With technological means, those metal high-tech items will be damaged if they accumulate dust for a long time. And since it is With technological means, there must be someone watching, and if we want to keep absolute secrecy, there will be no surveillance.”

"Go up and take a look." Christa touched the iron railing, "You have never cared about life and death, so you should be looking forward to such unknown things."

As Christa said, she climbed up the railing sideways, and then landed steadily on the stairs leading to the sixth floor.

There was a short distance between the two stairs, walking directly would definitely trigger the pressure sensor on the fifth floor, so he had no choice but to make a bad move.

Sherlock also jumped over. Because of his size, his movements were not as sensitive as Christa's, but they went smoothly.

Should have taken a camera.She thought a little pity.

It's a pity that this picture of Sherlock's embarrassment has not been remembered.

The sixth floor was covered with dust, and even though the two walked very lightly, they left obvious marks on the ground.

The sixth floor is indeed safe as Sherlock said, but the floating dust is a bit choking.

Krista covered her lips and nose with her hands, carefully observing the environment in front of her.

The sixth floor is said to be an attic, but it is actually quite spacious. There are three rooms, which are locked because no one lives there.

It was also because the locks had not been replaced all the year round, and the style was old, so Sherlock easily opened them.

There is nothing special about the first two rooms, and even these two rooms are arranged like twins.

After entering the last room, Christa was afraid of turning on the light to expose her, so she only opened a crack in the curtains to let some sunlight in.

With the help of sunlight, the two of them could see the room clearly.

Countless dust was floating in the room, and Christa couldn't help coughing a few times.

All the furniture is covered by cloth curtains, and the cloth curtains are also covered with a thick layer of dust, it can be seen that they have been abandoned for a long time.

Christa didn't say much, she squatted down and breathed calmly.

Only then did she pay attention to look at the room. The one covering it... should be a floor-to-ceiling mirror, the curtains are light blue, fresh and natural, and the prints on it seem to be in the style of a girl, but overall it looks a bit inconsistent. Not quite like a little girl's room.

She frowned and thought, but saw Sherlock reached out and opened the closet, revealing a neat row of girls' clothes, light pink, water blue and lavender, and the styles were all styles that only appeared a few years ago.

She was sure now that this was indeed a girl's room.

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