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

No! He didn't call me! Nothing to do with me!

Christa tried her best to deny it from the bottom of her heart, but it was a pity that Mr. Andre couldn't understand her complicated thoughts. He stood on the narrow stairs and looked up at Sherlock who was coming down, his eyes were full of evaluation and scrutiny.

It was supposed to be a tense confrontation, but because of the height problem, the situation became a bit funny.

Christa forced herself to ignore this little incongruity, and gave Sherlock a gesture while her father was walking in front of her and couldn't see her movements.

——What reason do you think of and explain it to my father.

Sherlock, I fully believe that you deserve an Oscar for your acting skills and extraordinary on-the-spot adaptability!

Sherlock looked at the meaning of her gestures, and reacted in less than half a second, showing a kind smile: "Mr. Hilde, I am Sherlock Holmes, Christa's neighbor, a consultant detective."

"Oh? Consulting detective? I've never heard of that profession anywhere else."

Mr. Andre looked at Sherlock now as if he were a shameful liar.

"Of course, this is a profession I created myself..."

Hearing this, Christa hastily mouth-shaped to him—cross out and change her mouth.

Didn't you notice something was wrong with my father's tone?Has your unmatched power of observation been eaten away?He will think you are a liar, and he will sue my grandparents! Maybe he will pack me back to China in advance to avoid being deceived. ...although this possibility is not high.

Sherlock, don't trick me!

Krista's plea was almost written on her face.

Sherlock swallowed the words and changed his words: "...This is a relatively rare occupation. It is mainly responsible for providing some consultations to the staff of Scotland Yard. I have the certificate of Scotland Yard, do you want to take a look?"

Christa was slightly relieved, this rhetoric seemed like a serious profession anyway.

"So that's how it is." Christa couldn't see Andre's expression when she said this, and her tone was also hard to guess. For a while, she couldn't tell whether he believed it or not.

"You were going out to deal with an urgent case just now. Please—" Andre sideways avoided him, and glanced at his daughter by the way, "Liz, let Mr. Holmes not delay his business. Let's go up and talk about you The problem."

Christa silently hid her gesticulating hand behind her back, and smiled innocently: "Ah... Regarding this, Father, I think one sentence can explain it clearly."

"Then let's hear it."

Christa: "..." No, I don't think I can explain why Sherlock called me to handle the case.

Sherlock interrupted: "Because she..."

Krista glared at him, warning him not to talk nonsense.

"What does Mr. Holmes want to say?" Old father Andre showed an interested expression.

"Krista is my assistant. Now she needs to handle this case with me." Sherlock said directly.

Krista closed her eyes in despair.She could imagine a miserable future where she would be "greeted" by her grandfather's transatlantic mail after being lectured.

But Andre's reaction was not as intense as she had imagined. He said meaningfully: "In this case, Liz and Mr. Holmes will go to work first. It is always bad to delay work. I will come to see you tomorrow. Liz, you are already an adult, you have to be responsible for what you do, and your father will not interfere with you too much. But you still need to discuss this matter with your grandparents, and you still need to tell your family about many things good."

Christa nodded sympathetically.

After going out, she said dissatisfiedly: "Why did you tell him this? God, my grandfather will definitely scold me for not doing my job properly!" In front of Sherlock, Mr. Andre didn't act too much, but the meaning was obvious—— I'll let your grandparents keep you under control.

For them, a girl in a foreign country who inexplicably intervened in a criminal case should definitely be criticized.

"It's just irrelevant preaching." Sherlock turned his head sideways. "And you didn't see that your father already knew about your deeds in London? The tone, attitude, words, and expression are all obvious."

"... He must have contacted Mrs. Hudson before he came." Christa reacted quickly. After all, she is an old fox with nine tails, and she is used to considering many things before doing things.This trick was fully utilized on her body.

So...you will die even worse if you lie just now!

"No, I have to send a letter to my grandparents first, and let them know first that the situation can always be saved." She murmured.

"Maybe," he said.

It is precisely because of this that she doesn't like to get along with this father - he is shrewd and sharp, he can see everything quietly, and coupled with the strong desire for control of the superior, it is too difficult to deal with.

Such a person didn't realize how much his daughter had changed after the car accident... Or rather, he could still be a loving father in front of her after seeing it.

So there are some things that I really can't think about.

Perhaps it was because of this father's deep thoughts that the cause of Jiang Li's death has always been a thorn in her heart.

The crime scene that Sherlock said was in a three-story house, and Scotland Yard had already protected the crime scene.

When the two walked in, the first thing they saw was Cecil.Compared with the uniformly dressed Scotland Yard agents, he was indeed too conspicuous.

Krista put it down to the face.

It is undeniable that Cecil's face is the kind that is not unrefined and beautiful, every strand of hair is suffused with soft luster, complexion is like snow-covered, and there are two blue lakes in his pupils.Just like the elves in fairy tales who are loved by forests and springs, they also have a fairy air that does not eat the fireworks of the world.

...The premise is that this fairy is not with Sherlock.

A novelist in this situation is an unspeakable sand sculpture.

Christa touched her chin, wondering if Sherlock had some kind of magical and specific Mary Sue aura.

The novelist greeted the two of them and looked at Sherlock expectantly.

Krista: I think his eyes are kind of scary.

"Aren't you writing a manuscript? You said you had an inspiration this morning?" Krista asked.

The novelist was stunned for a moment before realizing what she meant: "Originally, but I rushed over when Sherlock sent me a message. I... got stuck, and the last volume was deleted several times, and I never wrote a satisfactory book. I thought, maybe I can get a little inspiration from here. By the way, I just came here, and I don't know what's going on."

...inspired by a murder scene?Someone who can idolize Sherlock is... extraordinary.

A police officer came over, and Christa looked familiar to him, as if his name was... Frank?

Seeing Sherlock's arrival, Frank couldn't help showing joy in his eyes, and briefly introduced the current situation to them.

This is a tragic murder caused by an inheritance dispute.

Valentin Marcus was found dead at home at ten o'clock this morning by the part-time worker who came to clean it, with a pair of scissors of unknown origin stuck in his chest.

The time of death was judged to be between six o'clock and seven o'clock.

What disappeared with the death of Valentin Marcus was a will in the safe that had been made earlier for the division of the estate.

"Where's the safe?" Krista asked.

"Over there. In addition to the fingerprint of Valentin Marcus, there is another fingerprint, which is still being identified." Frank pointed in one direction.

"Then you don't have to do the identification. The fingerprints belong to part-time workers. Don't you think that a cleaning person won't leave marks on them?" Krista could hear the contempt that could not be concealed from Sherlock's words.

"But why do hourly workers wipe such important things?" Frank asked weakly.

"Professional habits." Christa said casually, "Frank, please continue."

"it is good."

When Valentin Marcus died, he pointed in one direction. There was a wall, and the only thing on it was a family photo.

So they decided it was a crime committed by one of the children of Valentin.

Valentin Marcus had four children.

The eldest daughter, Julia Marcus, is a mature woman of all kinds, charming and attractive, who for some reason has been going around borrowing money lately.Taking a routine morning walk in the park near her residence at six o'clock today.

The second, Fitch Marcus, was a boy who ran a pub in London and claimed to be running a small monthly surplus.But Valentine's eldest daughter reveals that he is already deeply in debt and the bar is about to go bankrupt.He spent the night in the bar yesterday, and both staff and guests can testify to him.

The third child, Demps Marcus, was an adopted child, but was one of Valentine's favorite children during his lifetime.Two years after graduating from Dempsey School of Medicine, he opened a small clinic by himself. He just married a little girl who worked as a nurse at St. Mary's Hospital.Just one thing, Julia has been yelling that Dempsey is actually Valentine's illegitimate son.As expected, Dempsey was not good at words, and he just blushed in the face of the elder sister's accusation, and he did not dare to refute.But his clinic received an urgent patient at five o'clock this morning, and was busy until after eight o'clock.

The fourth, Burtram Marcus, was considered the least likely to kill.Because he is still in high school this year and lives in a private boarding school with strict management, he can only be released every year during winter and summer vacations.He was still at school when Van Lundin was killed.

"...all four of them have full alibi," Frank explained.

"I think what you mean is that you are more suspicious of Julia." Christa said.

"We do think she's more likely to be suspected, but there's no evidence yet." Frank rubbed his nose embarrassingly.

Christa nodded, and turned her head to see that Cecil's face was a little strange, with a hesitant expression as if terrified, "...Cecil...Cecil? What's wrong?"

Christa yelled several times before Cecil came to his senses and stammered: "...Krista...I...this...this case...and the one in my book The plot... the plot is exactly the same!"

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