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

"What clue?" Isidor's frown did not relax, but his tone softened a lot.

Emma sneered: "Why do you ask me? My surname is not Holmes."

She was a little surprised and continued: "Don't you know? I thought you should be very clear."

Such unclear transaction content is confusing.

Isidore thought for a while, and he knew nothing more than two things. One was about Krystal, but Krystal's matter was a complete secret, and even she herself didn't know how carefully she was being protected; Another point is the existence of the organization. Disclosing it to Sherlock Holmes is almost the same as telling Mycroft Holmes the news. This will do harm to the entire organization. Why did that lady make such a decision? ...

Sherlock already has doubts about himself, and it is not difficult to deliberately reveal certain information to him.For himself, the revenge of getting rid of the organization is imminent, so he agreed after a little pondering: "Okay, I agree to this condition. But I want to ensure Taroy's safety."

"You are so infatuated!" Emma said in a delicate tone, "We have no plans to do anything to her, we just need a little help from her."

"Then her memory...why did the Anne Bird thing happen?"

She shrugged: "I don't know about that. You should ask those lunatics in the scientific research team for questions like this."

"Miss has one last sentence to bring to you—what she said before is still valid, and your Excellency, you should also know that some secrets can only remain secrets forever."

"As for your use of me, this is a personal grievance, and I won't write it off with you. Get ready!"

After Emma finished speaking, she went straight out and passed him.

When she stood under the clear sky, she let out a breath, and slowly tightened the pocket pistol she was holding under her sleeve.

Sure enough, Isidor was really annoying, and he almost couldn't resist shooting him. As for now, it's time to find Mr. Mycroft Holmes, who is even more annoying than Isidore.

Because of the delay here, he failed to meet Taroy.The wedding process was actually a bit hasty, but the grandeur of the scene made the ambassador ignore this fly in the ointment.

After the wedding, the Byrd family began to be on full alert. There were guards almost everywhere, and the room where Taroy was was was even more crowded.He couldn't get rid of these shadowy eyes, so he had no choice but to leave first.

People from Scotland Yard came here today. Although he didn't know why, from Emma's words and Christa's attitude, he guessed that something serious happened to Arthur Bird.

Now that the situation is unclear, don't be in a hurry, let's wait and see what happens.He glanced back at the slowly closing castle gate with an unpredictable expression.

At this time, Scotland Yard had become a mess. Christa sat outside with a glass of water and Sherlock, watching many people coming in and out.

"...To be honest, I didn't expect Mrs. Siefort to disclose the matter to the media so decisively." She held the paper cup and said with emotion.

This move completely cut off all Arthur's escape routes.

Sherlock was not interested in this, he said impatiently: "This is your stupid proposal, we have been sitting here for 10 minutes! Wait until they appease the media outside, and then grab those girls who have been taught to be stupid How many hours! God! How long are we going to sit in this damn place!"

"...No twenty minutes." She glanced at the phone screen, "We've been waiting here for eighteen minutes."

"What's the difference? It's a waste of time!" He said irritably.

"Then let's go see Mrs. Sifle. I like her very much." Christa put away her phone.

"What's the use of you liking her? She doesn't like you! Do you think you can talk about what happened to her daughter in a calm and friendly manner? Stop kidding!"

"...Maybe she and I can talk about interpersonal issues?" She tilted her head, "I still don't think it's a coincidence that she came to you, at least not such a coincidence."

"Is your grammar so bad? What is a coincidence?"

"...You should understand what I mean." Christa swallowed the words she and Sherlock had exchanged, and forced herself to calm down.

Now whenever she talks to Sherlock, she inexplicably wants to sing against him, and the little girl Christa begins to deeply doubt whether she has fallen.

"I know, you think someone deliberately created this coincidence. It's a baseless Christa-like speculation." He parted the corners of his lips, smiling extremely perfunctorily.

"Sir, you can't ask a second-rate violinist to be an excellent detective." She took a sip of water to moisten her throat, and then continued: "I still trust my intuition. Taroy's absurd memory and Sifle Madam came to see you, there may be some connection that we don't know about."

"Then you can go to that Mrs. Sievell, and you will learn how bad British food is from a hypocritical politician. Apart from that, you will know nothing."

"But that lady looks nice. At least she looks kinder than Mycroft."

"You actually think that fat man is kind? Even London goldfish don't think so!" He spoke harshly, especially disgusted.

"Except for the hairline and body fat...he's still a decent person." Krista blinked, but defended McCoff. "Stop talking about Mycroft. I'll go in and see Mrs. Sifle. Sit here by yourself."

Sherlock: "..."

Mr. Detective finally went in with Christa.

As soon as she entered the door, Christa noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Mrs. Sifle sat on one side with an ugly expression.Arthur sat on the other side with a relaxed posture, not like a person waiting for interrogation, but a guest.A lawyer-like figure stood beside him with papers in his hand.

Probably Arthur's defense lawyer.

Seeing the two of them coming in, Lestrade walked over quickly: "Why did you two come in? Liz, you have to wait for a while to see that girl. The doctor said that they are not in a good condition."

His voice was low, but he could still hear it clearly in the eerie silence.

Krista nodded.

When she came here, she specifically asked Lestrade about the whereabouts of those rescued girls. Those girls were not in a normal state of mind, and they were being comforted by a psychiatrist.

When Christa thought of the girl who was timidly grabbing the corner of her clothes, she felt that she was really pitiful, a bit like... the way she was holding onto Jiang Qile and refusing to let go.

Mrs. Sifle and Arthur looked over at the same time. Arthur slightly curled his lips with a cold smile: "Mr. Hoffman, Mrs. Hoffman, you two are safe."

Mrs. Sifle glanced over with slightly surprised eyes.

Regarding Arthur Bird's recognition of the two of them, Christa was not guilty and smiled innocently: "Hoffman? Mr. Bird recognized the wrong person. Neither Sherlock nor I have this surname. None of them are married... I'm not even of legal marriage age."

Arthur looked back and forth around her meaningfully, and after a long time, he said slowly: "It is true that I was wrong. Please forgive my offense."

Mrs. Sifle was noncommittal about this, but she made some comments in her heart, "Mr. Holmes and this...Miss Liz are also our important witnesses. Let's listen to Mr. Bird's defense together."

"Of course." Christa tugged at Sherlock's sleeve, and Mr. Detective reluctantly sat down.

Arthur gave the lawyer a look, and the lawyer who had been waiting for a long time cleared his throat and began to make a clear statement.

……

After listening for a while, Christa realized that he meant to defend Arthur with mental problems, and showed a hospital certificate.

Mrs. Sifle did not read the so-called hospital certificate, she sat upright with a cold attitude, "I think Mr. Bird's mental state is normal."

The lawyer pushed the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled slightly: "Mrs. Siefort, you can't see the mental problems at a glance. At least this professional certificate is very convincing, isn't it?"

"That must be a professional certificate." She emphasized the word "professional".

The lawyer had expected this for a long time, and took out another document without hesitation, "I have certificates from four other hospitals in London, and the result is the same as the one you have above. We can also provide Mr. Psychotherapy records."

This development is surprising.

Christa looked at the relaxed Arthur Bird, and felt that he looked normal everywhere.

"Can you tell Arthur Bird is out of his mind?" She pinned her hopes on Sherlock's medical knowledge.

"There is such a possibility," he said.

***

The lights flicker in the spacious room, illuminating black and white checkerboards criss-crossing.

Small chess pieces are scattered on the chessboard. A long white hand slowly lifts the chess pieces and then drops them carelessly. Such a leisurely attitude makes people ignore the silent gunpowder smoke on the chessboard.

Seeing this move, the person on the opposite side smiled softly, looked at the hidden murderous situation on the chessboard, pondered for a long time, and moved the "Queen" chess piece.

"You play chess much better than before. The last time we played chess...was years ago."

The tone is slightly nostalgic.

The opponent is unmoved and moves the pawn again.

"Yeah, years ago. I didn't even understand the basic rules."

This is a very special female voice.

The tone is slightly lower than other girls, with a hint of laziness. If you listen carefully, you may be able to detect the indifference of carelessness.

"It's harmless, you're a natural chess player," he commented.

"Heh." The woman smiled, tapping her fingers lightly on the edge of the chessboard, like some kind of strange rhythm.

He didn't take it seriously, "I've heard about Emma. I'm sorry for causing you to lose a right-hand man. My people were impulsive. If you see her, please apologize for me."

Emma's betrayal of Sherlock Holmes has long been spread within the organization, and he suddenly brought it up... his heart is horrific.

"You can apologize to her in person, there is always a chance. Slater, concentrate on playing chess, you are going to lose."

Hearing this, he looked at the chessboard, and his black chess was faintly showing signs of defeat.

He doesn't care about winning or losing, but he doesn't want the chess game to end so quickly. After a little thought, the chess game will turn into a rivalry again.

"The accident in the theater a few days ago - although you picked yourself very clean, but we have been opponents and partners for so many years, I can still see that your layout is quite clever. To use a sentence I learned recently in Chinese In other words, killing three birds with one stone is really a good plan."

Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, and one more... himself.

"The Byrd family's game is also very exciting. Just reveal Taroy's whereabouts, and then lure that poor Mrs. Sifle into the bait. Even Sherlock Holmes is on your board."

"As expected of a natural chess player."

He did not specify which Holmes, but it was Mycroft Holmes that first came to her mind.

——A dangerous person who made her fear for many years.

Against that person, her only advantage is that she is in the dark and that person is in the light.

Slater said Holmes was on her chessboard, she never thought of it that way.There is never a clear distinction between chess players and chess pieces. Who knows until the last moment?

It is dangerous to underestimate a Sherlock Holmes, no matter which Holmes it is.

But in this game of chess, she has a reason why she cannot lose!

She looked cold and sharp, and the "King" chess fell, and when it touched the board, there was a short sound, and she quickly got up.

"Guess what you want." She said and left without hesitation.

Slater looked down at the chessboard, the situation was clear, within five moves, black would definitely lose.

With a playful smile, he picked up the white chess piece and slowly dropped it, and then silently spit out a word.

"checkmate!"

The author has something to say: Welcome to the launch of the villain boss group in this drama, please give your comments.

Slater: why am I either being used by McCoff or this woman (gritting teeth)

Young lady who has no name so far: Because you are stupid, unlike me, I am responsible for the IQ of the whole drama.

(McCoff laughs off the court and doesn't speak)