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

Krista stood up and walked over to Sherlock.

He flipped through the uncut hang tag on a dress, and Christa leaned over to look at it, and what he found was a string of zeros.

Christa: "There is no doubt now that this is Miss Anne's room. Maybe Arthur Bird really has some ulterior motives for her."

As the heir of the direct line, Anne Bird's first room was certainly not in this kind of attic. It could only be that after her death, someone moved her room here intact.

Arthur Byrd was the likeliest candidate.

"But why didn't he keep the original room?" She muttered to herself, wondering.

Sherlock didn't speak, and stretched out his hand to pull out a dress from the cabinet, with pink ruffles and a flowing bow.

Krista felt that the dress somewhat tarnished her sense of aesthetics.

She touched her chin and watched Sherlock study the skirt in her hand. If she didn't know what he was doing, she would have suspected that he was a pervert who liked little girls' skirts.

Luckily Sherlock didn't pay attention to what she was thinking.

"Don't you think this skirt is too loose?" He picked up the skirt and even compared it with the clothes on Christa.

Christa retorted subconsciously: "This is within the normal range. Generally, girls with plump figures are about this size."

Sherlock put down the overly pink skirt in disgust.

"Forget it, don't worry about these things for now, aren't you going to find those girls on the fifth floor?" She fanned the dust that flew up to her nostrils, "Can we hurry up? I can't stand this." She said I couldn't help but sneezed.

Sherlock turned around, looking out of the Gothic window, "No. Christa, there's no need for that, we can go in openly."

"Huh?" She tilted her head in confusion.

"The goldfish you were expecting from Scotland Yard have arrived."

***

Taroy stood in front of the window, looking up at Arthur stubbornly.

Arthur's face darkened.

The two maids holding the wedding dresses wanted to bury themselves quickly.

"Taroy, stop making trouble. You know that you can't refuse this wedding no matter what." His tone was as soft as a lover's whisper, but the dark eyes betrayed his unstable mood.

Most of the time in the past, the girl who would only express her dissatisfaction in silence seemed to have finally put aside all her scruples at this time, summoned up her courage and said sharply: "This wedding will not be held. It was your wishful thinking from the beginning, and you forced me! Now I To end this mistake."

The two maids buried their heads lower.

Arthur laughed angrily, "Talroy, this is not something you can refuse. Even if you do something, it's just in vain. Your name will be written in the family tree of my Byrd family, named after me , even after death, you will be bound with me and be worshiped by future generations."

Taroy glanced out of the window out of the corner of his eye, and finally let go of his hanging heart when he saw a certain direction, and smiled coldly at Arthur: "My name has long been written in the family tree of the Byrd family, but it will never be Tied to you, you are not worthy!"

He keenly sensed that this was wrong, and couldn't help frowning: "What do you mean by that?"

For the first time, Taroy put aside the fear in her heart and calmly looked at the person in front of her. She was as delicate and beautiful as a boy, boy... She tried hard to recall Arthur's appearance as a boy, but the memory was too vague, she Can only give up.

But this little episode did not affect her answer: "Arthur, you have killed me for so many years, have you ever felt a little uneasy? You certainly never thought that I would come back for revenge one day."

Arthur's frown deepened, and Taroy thought his reaction was amusing, and with distinct malice, he paused word by word: "Arthur, I, Anne Bird, are back, and I'm here to get back what you stole. everything. You have been nothing but a vile thief and a shameless murderer from beginning to end."

But to her disappointment, she only saw the pale expressions of the two maids, and even the wedding dress she held in her hands fell to the carpet. Arthur still kept his brows tightly furrowed, although there was shock in his eyes, But she couldn't see the panic she expected at all.

Arthur glanced at the two neglected maids with displeasure, "Put down your wedding dresses and go out."

The two young maids finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the words, and hurriedly put the wedding dress on the mannequin stand, and quickly left the oppressive room.

"Anne Bird died a long time ago." He immediately calmed down after being shocked, and said in an indifferent tone.

Taroy was a little annoyed at his indifference, so his tone was extra sharp: "Of course, you killed me once. But God gave me favor, and I have the honor to live again."

A look of enlightenment flashed across his face, and he shook his head: "No, you are not Annie, and you can't be her. You are just my bride. It seems that life at home is so boring that you have made some mistakes Illusion, let's go for a walk after the wedding. How about Sicily? You'll love it there."

"As for now, you just have to get ready for the wedding."

Taroy didn't take it seriously, she smiled with a bit of contempt, "No, it's impossible for this wedding to go ahead today. Impossible in every sense."

She opened the window, and the first wind of winter in London came in with the siren of "Woo La Woo La", "Did you hear it. The prelude to the judgment on your hands full of crimes."

She waited a long time.

This morning "there" sent her an impromptu message, telling her that today is the day when everything is settled, and sure enough, Scotland Yard is about to end these deep-seated sins and desires, those girls on the fourth floor, and even her I will be part of the evidence to end this nightmare.

Arthur Byrd, the man who realized his ambition by stepping on the blood of countless innocent people, will finally reveal his true colors in broad daylight.

Arthur didn't take it seriously, "It's useless. The Bird family's industrial chain never started from this generation, and it involves the interests of most people in London. Do you think... this is something that Scotland Yard can solve? Taroy, you are so naive."

The mocking and pitiful tone seemed to be mocking her ignorance.

She didn't speak, just looked at him fixedly.

She is more willing to trust those who work with her than Arthur.Even if they don't necessarily mean well.

The atmosphere was almost frozen in silence.In the end, it was Arthur's cell phone ringing that broke the embarrassing situation between the two.

"Sir... Scotland Yard is here." The subordinate's voice was full of panic, mixed with everyone's exclamations and voices, and it was noisy.

Arthur frowned, "Come as soon as you come, as long as you appease the guests."

He was very dissatisfied with the fuss of his subordinates.

"No...sir, they...they have a special search warrant!"

The outside voice made Taroy slowly raise the corners of his lips. Once the search warrant came out, even if Arthur covered the sky with his hands again, there was nothing he could do to change it.

Arthur turned his gaze away, and before the smile on Taroy's lips had time to restrain, his eyes darkened, and he replied decisively: "I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Arthur walked slowly towards Taroy, the sound of his footsteps falling on the soft carpet, like feathers falling silently.

There was too much danger in his eyes, Taroy couldn't help but backed away until his body reached the bottom of the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

Arthur was very close to her, and the sound of his shallow breathing was clearly audible to each other.

Taroy couldn't help shrinking back.

The fear that has been cultivated over the years cannot be eliminated overnight.

There was something wrapped around her neck, which was cold, like a poisonous snake that had been dormant in the dark for a long time, hissing and spitting.

She wanted to scream, but was powerlessly unable to.Even breathing became extremely difficult.Taroy looked in horror at the man in front of him who was strangling her neck but still smiling gently.

—He really wanted to kill her.

The desperation of dying ate away at her senses.

Arthur seemed to have finally admired her expression of fear and despair, and slowly loosened his grip on her snow-white neck.

Those hands were slender and beautiful, and the over-distinct pale blue blood vessels set off a sickly paleness, weak and feeble.Probably only he himself knows how much filth such hands have been stained with.

With a smile on his brows and eyes, his voice was as soft as a feather, "Didn't you say that you have died once? Why are you still so scared?"

Taroy covered her neck and coughed several times before her breathing calmed down. She glared at Arthur bitterly: "Those who have died once will be more afraid of death."

"Heh." The sarcasm and contempt in the slight arc of his lips were so clear that Taroy couldn't ignore it at all.

What a lunatic.She commented reluctantly.

"You're right, it was my wishful thinking in the beginning."

Before he left, Taroy heard that from a young man she had never understood.

Like self-deprecating like irony.

But what did that matter to her?She heard the sound of locking the door.

If you bear it any longer, you will soon be able to leave this cage.

***

Sherlock quickly descended to the fifth floor, and Christa followed him unhurriedly, she was still thinking about what happened today.

Sherlock's attitude... made her suspect that the detective played a vital role in it.

But she couldn't figure out what Sherlock had done.

But...Krista stepped on the clean floor of the fifth floor, and now the alarm system in the Byrd house should be ringing non-stop.

But they couldn't spare their energy to find the intruder, after all, the sudden visit of Scotland Yard was enough for them to have a headache.

So... "Why did we go to the sixth floor before?" She asked a little dissatisfied.

……

Christa successfully gained the attention of caring for the mentally handicapped.

She hummed twice in dissatisfaction, and slowly stepped on the floor tiles.

Scotland Yard will come at this time today, and Sherlock probably didn't expect that, but she's sure that when he reached the fifth floor, he already had the idea of ​​going to the sixth floor to find out. It was all his intention.

How about a simple-minded detective?fraud!

Sherlock opened the lock of a door casually, and Christa turned on the wall light switch on the wall, the red light of the monitor was hidden in the light, and there was a girl curled up on the sofa facing the door with her knees hugged.

Her long messy hair, which hadn't been trimmed for a long time, fell all the way to the ground.

She heard the sound of someone coming in, but she was unmoved, and she didn't even have the intention to look at them.

Perhaps, Krista thought, she had been locked up for too long.

She gestured to Sherlock to keep quiet so as not to startle anyone.

"What's your name?" She tried to slow down her voice, "We can go out soon."

The girl raised her eyes timidly, her eyes were dead silent, and her voice was dry as if she hadn't spoken for a long time.

She opened her mouth several times before she managed to utter a few indistinct sounds: "Annie, my name is Annie."

Sherlock finally couldn't hold back, "Did you miss the point of your question at all? Think about it with Greve's brain, and you know that everyone here is named Anne. After the brainwashing is successful, do you think they will remember their original names? "

"Name?...Name?...No, my name is not Annie! Who am I? My name is not Annie! My name...my name...what is my name?" The girl curled up in a ball hugged herself in pain head, screaming in despair.

Krista hurriedly patted her on the back reassuringly, "Don't think about it, we will find out later. Don't be afraid."

The girl's face was buried tightly in Christa's chest, her body trembling slightly, and Christa had to slowly comfort her.

Sherlock watched this tender scene with cold eyes, and wanted to say something, but he still didn't speak.

A few minutes later, the girl in her arms finally calmed down. Krista wanted to let her go, but the girl grabbed her sleeve tightly, "Don't...you don't want to go."

...Suddenly feel that I have taken the script of the male lead?

Krista: "Will you wait here for us? We'll be back to pick you up soon. I promise."

The girl looked up at her with distrust, fear and bewilderment in her eyes.

She reassured: "I'll be back soon, for sure."

The girl struggled for a long time, and slowly let go of the sleeve she was holding, "You have to remember to pick me up."

"Don't forget." She urged again worriedly, and then let Krista leave.

Before Krista left, she deliberately opened the curtains halfway, so that the room would not be too dark or too dazzling.

The girl buried her head in front of her knees, the raving was melted into the first ray of sunlight that fell into her eyes in early winter

——"Are you really coming back?"

The next few rooms were full of girls like this. They stubbornly believed that their name was Anne, and two of them even had difficulty speaking because they hadn't communicated with others for too long.

The girl in this room had just committed suicide once, and there were several deep scars on her wrists, one of which was bubbling with bright red blood, staining it all red.

Christa hurriedly called the emergency number, and at the same time heard the sound of messy footsteps in the corridor.Sherlock put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, "The sluggish goldfish at Scotland Yard are finally here."

Krista didn't pay attention to this, "These girls...look familiar."

She turned her head to look at the girl in the room who was lying on the ground, and this girl made her feel especially bad.

The girls locked in these rooms can find a few things in common from their appearance, which is not surprising to her at all, after all, it is said that these are "imitations of Anne Bird" carefully found by Arthur .

But these girls should not feel familiar to her, after all, she has never seen Anne Bird, in every sense, not even a photo.

Sherlock raised his lips, and every word carried Holmes' unique meanness from the inside out: "Krista, your memory is worse than a goldfish. There is no doubt that these girls are like one person, Arthur Burroughs Germany."