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

Things ended faster than expected.

Without Arthur Bird, the Bird family can be said to have fallen and the hozens were scattered. Finally, Christa was able to separate her mind and take a look at the three girls who were arranged by her in the hotel—all at that auction. The "finches" bought by the Arabs.

Christa was afraid of being tracked down by the Byrd family, so that these girls would repeat the same mistakes, and did not dare to send them home until recently.

It is a pity that there is a girl whose family cannot be contacted, and she is still young, so she can only entrust someone to adopt the child.

We are very grateful to Sherlock for his kind help in the adoption process.

"Is this what you said you didn't know?" Sherlock mocked.

Christa said confidently: "I really don't know what they did to that Arab. I just paid the money, and I didn't do it myself."

The newspaper published that Arthur Byrd had been sentenced to life imprisonment. On the day when all the dust settled, Krista practiced piano at Professor Smith's house as usual, just like usual.

If Isidor hadn't mentioned that he was about to go on tour.

"So you won't be back before Christmas?" Krista held the bow, a little astonished.

"Ah... this, maybe it's not just this year's Christmas. After the recital, I will go to a refresher course."

Isidore smiled.He had to keep his promise to the lady and get out of Krista's sight when this was over.He also left a trail for Sherlock, as the lady had requested, and it was all over.

"What about you and Talroy?" she asked.

Isidor lowered his eyelashes, with a bit of bitterness in his voice: "It's just fate, I let go."

Although the lady promised not to pursue responsibility, Emma's revenge, as well as people from other factions in the organization, cannot guarantee that they will not make trouble.He couldn't take Taroy on that risk.

He also thought that he could lead Taroy out of this cage before, but now it seems that it was just his wishful thinking.

And he couldn't even guarantee Taroi's safety.How could he have naively thought that he could escape unscathed?

Perhaps as Emma said, he had been away from that place for so long that he had long forgotten that it was not a gentle orphanage, but a battlefield with gunpowder smoking all the time.

Pursuing so hard for so long is nothing but a spectacle in the eyes.

"...You, if you have a chance, go back to London for Christmas. I was still in London at the time, so come back and spend more time with the teacher." Krista choked out this sentence for a long time.

"Okay." He smiled.

***

"So you're mourning Isidor's departure?" Sherlock said, staring at the diary laid out flat, the strings on it, quickly filtering combinations in his mind.

"Bird?" He finally came to this conclusion.

"No, you try to reverse the interpretation method." She took a pen and drew a mark on the notebook.The last time I made a deal with Sherlock, I wanted to tell him how to interpret the password in my diary.It happened to be a day off today, so Christa came over with a diary.

"Isidor's departure was too sudden, and the excuse of studying is not a good excuse at all," she said.

"His departure means that there is one less watcher around you, isn't it good?" Sherlock pushed it the way she said, "...a bunch of gibberish characters, no, this is not English."

"People who already know that they have ulterior motives are safer than those who don't know that they are waiting for you there, right? ... This is of course not English... To translate this, first move three digits forward, and then... finally get it out That's the result."

She took a pen and wrote down two Chinese characters, and read to him softly: "Here, the translation is 'Moon White', which is a beautiful color in China, and it is also my name."

"Yuebai?" He repeated, and the simple syllables came out of his mouth, with an indescribable charm.

"Yes, that's it, you should know it." She said and closed the diary.

"I always thought you couldn't see that Isidor had ulterior motives." He sarcastically said.

"I didn't notice it at first, but I've always been very sensitive to other people's emotions. Besides, he is so jealous of me, how could I not guess it?" She lowered her eyes, "I thought Isidor had something to do with my father, but It doesn't look like this now. This is strange, who has nothing to find someone to watch me? I'm not your anti-social personality. "

"This password...you have a problem with the seventh line. No wonder I haven't been able to solve it." Sherlock said suddenly.

Christa opened the notebook and took a look, "Well... I made a mistake. I'm not good at passwords. I wanted to simplify it, but I made a mistake."

Sherlock looked disgusted.

His eyes turned to another Holmes.

"Mr. Holmes." Arthur was led out, and when he saw the gentleman in a neat suit in front of him, he nodded slightly reservedly.

"It's an honor for you to know me." Mycroft sat down. "Please sit down, Mr. Arthur."

"After all, I haven't done nothing these days while waiting for the trial." He pulled out his chair and sat down. "Mr. Holmes, I know why you are here."

"Oh?"

"You should know that there is nothing to care about at this stage of my life."

"Don't say that, Mr. Arthur, your new wife will be very upset."

Arthur smiled softly: "Actually, sometimes I think it's better to take Taroy to die together. It's so dangerous outside, what should she do? It's better to die instead."

"The death penalty has long been abolished in Britain," said Mycroft.

"You know what I mean, as someone who knows too many secrets, it's safer to be dead than to be alive. To be honest, I can't wait—it's exhausting to be alive."

Even though Arthur said that, Mycroft didn't see a hint of wanting to die from his expression.

"You should trust the defense system of the empire. No one will let you die for no reason."

"Oh—forget it. I don't want to make false claims with you, let's talk about the conditions. Before we start, I can explain to you that all the information is only stored in my head, and there is no backup—maybe once Yes." Arthur smiled.

"It's incredible."

"It can't be helped. After all, even my lawyer can betray me. There is no other safe place to store such an important secret except my brain."

"Before negotiating terms, should Mr. Arthur show some weight in his hand?"

"I know that you are for that 'organization'. To show my sincerity, I can tell you that the name of that organization is 'May'. You can understand it as 'May' or 'Youth'. This It was called a few years ago, and it has no name now, at least not to the outside world.”

"very funny."

"I know more than you think. My request is very simple. I think Mr. Holmes can fully meet my requirements."

"You can talk about it."

"You know, my poor new wife, she needs a little protection. She keeps telling me she wants to go back to America."

"I can send her back to the United States and send someone to keep her safe."

"I still want to see her one more time. It's better to say goodbye. It's not too much for me to attach this condition."

"Of course, the information you have is worth it."

"In that case, we are pleased to cooperate, Mr. Holmes."

***

Taroy didn't expect that there would be a day to see Arthur again, and it came so early.

A few days ago, someone who claimed to belong to a special agency approached her and told her that she was about to be deported back to the United States.

She didn't understand why Isidor hadn't come again, and she wanted to wait a little longer. The lady who came to the door showed her a newspaper--the front page said that the famous violinist was about to hold a concert tour in Vienna. For the first performance, the violinist has already arrived in Vienna.

She would not be mistaken, it was Isidor.

This hopeless love ended with his departure.

Today is the day she leaves.

Goodbye to Arthur, Talroy found that her mood was calmer than she thought.

Standing there, Arthur had already lost a lot in a few days, and his face revealed a sickly paleness, looking very bad.

"I think you probably don't want to see me." Arthur stood not far from her, without taking another step.

"...But didn't you still show up?"

"Yeah. I suddenly realized that there is something I should have said to you a long time ago, but I have never had a chance to tell you."

"what?"

"I love you."

It is wishful thinking, but also willing.

……

The wind between heaven and earth suddenly fell silent.

"...For me, it doesn't make sense." Her throat was dry, and she couldn't make a sound.

"...And, I'm sorry."

The deformed childhood experience prevented him from learning how to love someone. When he met that beautiful and fragile little bird, he carefully wanted to take good care of her, but found that he didn't know how to love her at all.He has been trying to learn to love her in a normal way, but he has never learned.

Love is an innate ability.How ironic, he never had this ability.

Taroy stared at him blankly, didn't speak, and didn't know what to say.

"...Also, since being Annie is not happy, you should go back to Taroy in the future. If you don't like the surname Bird, just throw it away."

Bird.

Bird.

This surname carries too heavy shackles, like a luxurious cage decorated with pearls and gems.The Byrd family has been trapped in this luxurious cage for generations and cannot break free.

His fate is like a bird not free, born in a cage and died in a cage.

"Goodbye then, Taroy."

After he finished speaking, he gestured to the outside, and someone walked in, "Miss Taroy, it's time to get on the plane."

Taroy glanced at him for the last time, hesitated to speak, and was immediately taken out.

"Mr. Bird, it's time for us to go back." A gentleman came out from behind, and this was one of McCoff's subordinates.

"Well. Let's go." He turned and walked out, looking up at the sky, "London has rarely seen such a bright sky in winter."

No one answered him.

He caught a beautiful and fragile little bird that year. He was worried that she would fall if she flew too high, and that it was too dangerous outside, so he took her into his cage.

It was a beautiful cage with a soft carpet, which he had always liked.He thought she would like it too, only to find that she wanted to be free.

That was something he had never heard of and could not afford to give.

"Give back the freedom you want."

He let go of his clenched hands, but there was nothing.

The author has something to say: Note: bird, the word means bird, translated into a surname is "Bird".

This story ends here, and the next dungeon is the home of the novelist... Well, the three most troublesome people in the whole story are gathered together (novelist, detective, second-rate violinist)

The next chapter is a new dungeon, maybe there will be a second update today?

The following is a summary of this story, you can skip it if you are not interested.

First of all, Taroy, in fact, I don’t like her. Unlike other girls who have appeared, the fate of this character was manipulated by others from the beginning, and she didn’t think about how to resist. With the identity of "Annie", she thought she and Arthur had a deep blood feud (is that so), but she still didn't dare to take revenge, and even pinned her hopes on other people.

She is not brave enough, even cowardly.

Another point is her obvious... love brain.

The character Taroy... has no shining points in itself. I rarely write such a character that is obscured by the public, and it can be regarded as a new attempt.

Of course, she has the kindness and beauty of ordinary people, but such qualities cannot be established in a story whose ultimate goal is to cause trouble without other things to support it.

The most important thing about Taroy is her memory problem. This is the main plot. In this matter, she is really pitiful.

In addition, it is impossible to have people like Sisi, Aisha, Flora, and Emma everywhere in the world, so there is Taroy.

So she is positioned as a poor and innocent ordinary person.

As for Isidore,

Hmm...he has nothing to say, he is not stupid, but he is too self-righteous, he just lets go when he should be persistent, and shows his affection when he should let go.

Throughout the story, it can be seen that he seems to have done a lot of things, but in the end he did nothing.

Been making bad choices.

Finally Arthur.

In fact, he should be the central character of this story, and it is his life experience that supports the structure of the whole story.

There are relatively few passages where Arthur appears, and I only wrote a little bit of his psychology at the end.

When I first wrote about him, I even considered that he should not have a positive appearance, but I gave up later... Otherwise, this story is another situation...

I won't say anything else, each has its own understanding.After all, once the text becomes a story, it is out of the control of the author himself.