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

I didn't see the subtle difference in the style of the two paintings. Sherlock can't be blamed at all. After all, he doesn't have a mother who is engaged in painting like Christa.

The matter of art appreciation was too embarrassing for him.What's more, the painting methods of these two paintings come from the same line, and she wouldn't be able to tell the difference if it wasn't for the different emotions expressed by the painters.

Krista offers her deepest sympathy to Sherlock who has no reserve of artistic knowledge.

Sure enough, this painting is written more calmly and restrainedly, and it is more like the temperament of the little princess Elsa.

As for the figure painting in Aisha's apartment... From this point of view, there are some problems with her previous speculation.

Or Sherlock's well-founded reasoning is more reliable.She should learn some advanced experience from him.

"You're right, this matter is more interesting than expected." She said with a smile.

"The painting belongs to Flora Davis." Sherlock ignored Christa's malicious smile and said in a normal tone.

There were only three people who experienced the scene at that time. Aisha Field had superb drawing skills, and there was no need to specially ask someone to paint, so it must have been done by one of the other two.The relationship between Blaize and her was ordinary, not close enough to give a painting, so only Flora Davis remained.

"What painting?" Old Field asked kindly when he heard this sentence as he came over with the help of the maid.

She gestured to Sherlock with her eyes before answering Old Field's question. "We're saying that Miss Elsa's drawing is similar in style to the portrait of Miss Flora in her apartment. Did they learn painting from the same teacher?"

After hearing this, Old Field couldn't help laughing, "Oh, there are actually two paintings. Aisha first painted one and gave it to Flora. After seeing it, Flora drew the same one and gave it to Aisha. It looks the same as the original painting, and the name on the painting was added by Aisha herself."

That's right. "It's rare to have such a close friend." Christa nodded.

Old Field sighed, "It used to be like this."

Look at this look that there is something hidden in it! As he wished, Christa showed a little curiosity on her face, "Is that what conflicts happened between them recently?"

Old Field turned to Sherlock with a sad expression, "Mr. Sherlock, this is why I want to ask you for help."

"You say." Sherlock sat up a little bit, the eyes burst open, and exploded into all kinds of splendor around him.

The brilliance of incomparable genius.She praised from the bottom of her heart and continued to stare at Old Field.

He waved his hand to signal the maid to leave, and then slowly told the whole story.

"This matter started two years ago, so it can be regarded as a bad relationship." Old Field smiled bitterly, "Flora had a boyfriend two years ago, and he was the only son of Lord Williams, named Blaise. Flora introduced him to Aisha, but unexpectedly, this young man fell in love with Aisha at first sight."

Krista thought she was listening to the beginning of a bloody eight o'clock file.

"Flora was furious at his betrayal. So she bought off Blaise's ex-girlfriend and brutally murdered the poor lad."

... The plot began to turn to criminal law films.

"Aisha accidentally found evidence that she bought|killed|killed her some time ago, so Flora kidnapped my poor daughter, and the two of them lost news. I was afraid that she would hurt Aisha, so I didn't dare to call the police. Yesterday I didn't dare to tell you the truth.

"According to my poor Elsa, Flora wanted to kill her, but God is merciful, Flora's conscience found her at the last moment and let her go."

"The only thing I'm worried about now is Flora. After she put Elsa back, she disappeared. I hope you can find her whereabouts and tell her that both Elsa and I have forgiven her. After all, Flora is also my favorite." The child I grew up with, I believe she just accidentally went astray."

"Then you should go to Scotland Yard. After all, murder shouldn't belong to a private detective," she said.

Old Field looked back and forth between the two, and said in a meaningful tone, "Little girl, you are so protective, it's not like you said yesterday that it has nothing to do with you!"

"Who says we're not related? We just formed a new relationship three hours ago."

ah?What?etc.

It took her a full 30 seconds to realize that Sherlock was referring to the music homework guidance that she promised today. "Sherlock! You should adjust your words." The tone was helpless.

"Is my wording wrong?" He didn't think there was anything wrong with his words at all.

"It will be ambiguous." She squeezed out a perfunctory smile.

"OK, let me correct it. We established a new relationship three hours ago that is not an improper relationship between men and women."

It’s even more excessive!! It’s better not to correct it!!

Old Field coughed lightly, trying to bring the topic back on track.

"I've spoken to Williams and he's open to reconciliation. While it may not be nice to say it, I don't want Flora to have anything to do with Scotland Yard. I've always thought of her as just another daughter of mine, You should understand how a father feels. Even because she is Elsa's only friend, I hope she is safe."

"So, I hope Mr. Sherlock can find Flora's trace for me. As for the rest, I will take care of it."

It's a bloody drama of the year in which a sad old father saves his lost daughter.

Krista didn't complain about the inconsistencies in his words.She looked at Sherlock, waiting for his answer.

Sherlock stood up, "Of course. Can we meet Miss Field? Maybe we can get some clues from it."

"Aisha was frightened and didn't go to bed until after six o'clock in the morning. I don't think you can see her now." Old Field sighed. "If you have any questions, you can tell me first, and I will ask her."

"No need, I will contact you again if I have any questions." Sherlock had no interest in listening to Old Field's lies full of loopholes.

Worry?People who don't even worry about their own daughters worry about other people's daughters.Do not make jokes!

The daughter was almost killed, but how could she say such things as easily forgiving the murderer?

And from beginning to end, Old Field never mentioned Flora Davis' father.When something like this happened, how could the father not react at all?

Sensing that Sherlock wanted to leave, Christa smiled at Old Field, "You can rest assured. Sherlock will definitely find out."

As for what to check, who can say clearly?

Old Field nodded, "I'll send you a car to take you back."

"No need." Sherlock refused, "We have other things to do."

What could be wrong, why didn't she know?Christa didn't show her face, but nodded reservedly.

There is a street a few hundred meters in front of Field Manor, and it is very convenient to take a taxi.Old Field was no longer polite and let them leave.

Quickly walking out of the manor, Sherlock walked a few steps along the way he came, looked around, and suddenly turned around.

"What else do we have now, dear Mr. Holmes?" Meeting his gaze, Christa said lazily.

"Let's go find Aisha Field." His tone was firm, and he could not deny it.

"Old Mr. Field said she was sleeping."

"Bad lies. Old Field didn't want us to see her. Obviously, when Aisha Field shows up, all the lies will prove themselves."

The corners of his lips raised slightly, which was the joy that the truth behind the huge lie was about to surface.

"So how do we find Aisha?" Christa felt that she still underestimated Sherlock's showmanship.How do you feel that you are going to be cheated today?

"Over the wall. Over the back wall." Sherlock said frankly, "I have observed that there are three dead spots in the monitoring of this manor, all of which are at the back." The back wall is near the garden, and the water on the grass has not yet dried. It means that the maid has just finished cleaning, and no one will pass by."

... Shouldn't I be an artist sitting in a concert hall and playing the violin?How could he become a burglar in minutes?

Christa ended up following Sherlock in burglary.

But she is not good at climbing over the wall.

Looking at the 1.8-meter-high fence of Field Manor, she silently glanced at Sherlock.

"You can't climb over?" Sherlock frowned, his eyes seemed to be looking at a waste who only knew that the earth revolved around the sun.

This is a bit embarrassing.

Christa patted her skirt calmly, took two steps back, and said with a smile: "Sherlock, you see, there is always someone to watch out for something as dangerous as climbing over the wall. I won't accompany you to climb over the wall." The wall is closed, and I can watch out for the patrolling police outside, lest you be caught by the goldfish of Scotland Yard. This arrangement will make your safety more secure!"

"The police will not come here. The security of this kind of private estate is not their responsibility."

Bright sarcasm.

Don't look at her like that! Hey! This body's hardware doesn't support it. What can she do?

"Wait." As Sherlock said, he climbed up the wall easily and neatly, his movements were smooth and smooth, and he did it in one go.

... However, she only felt that this was the biggest discrimination against short people.

Mr. Detective above doesn't actually discriminate against shorties.

Sherlock propped one hand on his side, adjusted his posture slightly so that one hand could support his center of gravity, and slowly extended the other hand towards her.

"Come up!"

Christa, who had not turned on the wall-climbing skill, put her hands up obediently, and used Sherlock's strength to climb up the wall.

It was easier than she thought.The flexibility of this body seems to be pretty good.

After Christa flipped up, it happened to be facing the inside of the manor.As soon as the line of sight crossed the wall, a shadow on the ground was found moving slowly.She had no choice but to tug on Sherlock's sleeve, "Someone seems to be coming."

"Let's go down." Sherlock decisively pulled her and jumped off the wall.

The result was that the two of them fell together on the garden grass with a heavy thud.

Krista rubbed her arm, which was bruised.She got up, and subconsciously scanned her surroundings as her vision moved up.When her gaze fell somewhere, her pupils couldn't help shrinking.

"Sherlock! Over there!"

The author has something to say: Congratulations to Sherlock for achieving the achievement of holding hands√

The bento plan was postponed by one chapter.

The little princess Aisha who has been living in other people's population will be online soon, please pay attention to check it.

Don't ask me why the walls in Field's house are only 1.8 meters high.Any higher and Sisi would have to go offline for this chapter.

Today is a day without a small theater, but I still have a comment.

Modified the tone and word order, which does not affect reading.Modifications that are not specifically stated in the future are typos and the like.

I think you are all so cold, no one pays attention to me.

None of you like me.

Crying (?;︵;`), I plan to use this reason to break the day one day. Hahaha!!!