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

Emma twirled the silver coffee spoon boredly, and the handle of the spoon was pinched between her fingers, forming the shape of a rose flower.

Since she was "forced" to surrender to Mycroft Holmes a few days ago, the number of surveillance people around her has decreased significantly.

Mycroft Holmes.

She tapped on the table with her fingers, and this gentleman obviously knew a lot more than she expected.There are even some that have been kept secret for a long time.

It has only been two years since the organization shifted its focus to London and confronted McCaw.They have been very low-key before, and the management is very strict. Some things are not touched by core personnel.

Therefore, the source of news about Mycroft Holmes can only be the one from the Byrd family.

When the organization infiltrated into London and reached an agreement with the Byrd family, it was normal for Arthur Byrd to know some secrets.What's more, the matter of Talloy was outrageous, and Arthur Byrd refused to expose it lightly.

She has always been required to keep secrets, and she can suddenly leak the internal information of the organization openly, and she still can't adapt.

The only thing that worried her was one thing -- Mycroft asked about Krista.

This secret cannot be exposed even if killed! She immediately put up a cordon in her heart, pretending to be stupid and fooling around.

"...Ah, when I was working in a nursing home, that little girl named Krista asked me to check things."

"...What? It's the hospitalization record of a lady named Jiang Li in that nursing home, but there is no such person in the nursing home's records."

……

She felt that McCoff might not have believed it, but she couldn't find a chance to pass the news to the lady.I was a little anxious for a while.

Unexpectedly, McCoff would not let her go, and took a string of codes for her to translate.

"...If I know this thing, I won't be what I am now! Don't you have professional cryptography experts?" She wanted to flip the table angrily.

"This is the communication code within your organization. It seems that you really don't know, Miss Emma." Mycroft expressed regret.

Emma: "..."

How could she remember that what she had seen was not like this?Has Mycroft been a donkey?

Think about it, what's going on with a little excitement?

As a result, before the excitement was over, Sherlock Holmes sent her to 221B to monitor Sherlock.

"I can't use taxpayer money to support a person who can only eat." Mycroft said.

So that's why she's sitting here drinking coffee—Macrof hasn't arranged a legal status for her yet.

Very well, she watched Sherlock, and the people who used to watch Sherlock can also watch her, which can reduce the manpower by half, and Holmes really made the best use of it.

Made! Just thinking about it makes me angry!

***

After Isidor left, Christa suddenly fell into deep sadness.Without the shield of Isidore, the number of times she was scolded by Professor Smith successfully increased from one to three times a day.

Krista: "..."

Cecil was very sympathetic to her, but he said that he couldn't help, and he was so overwhelmed by the plot of his new novel recently that he didn't even have time to observe Sherlock's idol and roommate, Sherlock Holmes.

Probably the only boring one is Sherlock.

When Sherlock was bored, he took a gun and shot in the room.

Watching the bullet pass through the wall, Krista and Cecil exchanged glances.

The novelist silently walked back to the room to continue writing, and Christa walked out briskly, closed the door and went back to the third floor to practice the violin in one go.

London has indeed been unbelievably stable lately.Since the end of Arthur's case last time, those imprisoned girls have also been properly resettled. According to Mrs. Siever, a kind philanthropist has set up a foundation for these girls to help them find their families and receive follow-up psychological care. treat.

Krista originally wanted to visit the girl again, but the girl was no longer there when she went. According to the person in charge, some girls have found their families.

That girl is one of them.

There was nothing wrong with that, she thought.

The day was peaceful and beautiful.It would have been better without Sherlock's endless nitpicking and whining.

In order to prevent Sherlock from suddenly going crazy and damaging his manuscripts and materials, Cecil had to move himself to a coffee shop.

Cecil even complained to Christa in a low voice: "I feel that a shocking mystery is urgently needed to break this situation."

... There is no shocking mystery, but there is one visitor who frightens her.

"...Father." Christa opened the door, saw the blond man in front of her, and remained suspicious for a few seconds.

Is it too late for her to close the door now?

The man looked very young in appearance, and it was completely impossible to tell that he had a daughter who was about to grow up.He was wearing a light gray suit and vest, with a watch on his hand, and his hair was neatly combed, black and shiny, and Christa once wondered why he didn't have gray hair.

"Liz, what's the matter? Was it too unexpected?" The man seemed to be not very good at getting along with his daughter, and he had tried to slow down his tone, still with the rigidity of a boss ordering his subordinates.

Christa also knew that her father was usually unsmiling, and she deliberately avoided this father in the past few years, which made the relationship between father and daughter alienated, and it was not natural for them to get along for a while.

But she quickly sorted out her emotions, and tried her best to show the sweetest smile: "It's a bit of a surprise, I read your email said, isn't it a few days away?"

She preaches in German.

Christa's poor father, Mr. Andre, tried his best to squeeze out a kind smile: "I came to London early. I have nothing to do these days. I can accompany you. It just so happens that your birthday is coming. What do you want? A gift?"

"Ah... this... those of previous years are very good. You can figure it out, I don't lack anything anyway." Christa rubbed her nose, thinking of those previous years that were all exquisite and gorgeous from the outside to the inside. The gifts, those things were probably prepared by her father's secretary, even if she killed her, she would not believe that her father, whose aesthetics was worse than Sherlock's, could choose that kind of gift.

"...In this case, let me think about it again. By the way, what do you want to do for your birthday? Is it in London? Or should I rent a small island for you to hold a party?"

"...It's fine for me to celebrate my birthday with my neighbors, friends and teachers. There's no need to be so cautious." She almost forgot that her father...is not incapable of spending a lot of money.

"We still have to pay attention. Let's go ahead and talk about it. Let me see how your living environment is? Do you want to buy another house for you in London?"

"I enjoyed my stay here, there is no need to change it." Krista was a little speechless when he thought about it, "...then let's go up first, my room is on the third floor."

"The stairs are too narrow..." Mr. Andre's unsatisfactory evaluation, before finishing, he was interrupted by an excited voice——

"Krista, there is a new case, 226 Victoria Street, let's go there now!"

The poor father trembled and turned his head to look at his exceptionally beautiful daughter, his eyes were full of grief——

"Liz, what did you study in London?"