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

Mr. Andre's face changed several times, and finally he put down his chopsticks calmly: "Let's stop here today. I see that you are all busy. I will ask the driver to take you back?"

Krista had just finished her last sip of sago, "No need, Cecil drove over, let's go back together."

"Have a good life, Liz, don't forget your studies, and wish you a happy birthday in advance."

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Back at 221B, Cecil took the manuscript and gave it to Sherlock, "There is still a part in electronic form, I'll send it to you." He shrugged off his head in embarrassment, "These manuscripts may be a bit messy, I haven't sorted them out yet .”

"It's okay." Sherlock quickly flipped through the manuscript after taking it.

Christa also asked Cecil for a copy, and sat aside, she read every word carefully, so she was much slower than Sherlock.

The novelist looked at the two of them, "I'm going to be with my mother for a few days. She hasn't left London yet, so she won't be back at night."

Sherlock still didn't respond, and Christa smiled at him: "Okay, remember to tell Mrs. Winona that my father greets her."

"...Krista, stop joking." It took Cecil a long time to hold back such a sentence.

She couldn't help but chuckled and waved her hands: "Okay, okay, I was just joking, how about I apologize to you?"

"Ah...it's okay, no need to apologize, oops, I'm leaving first, otherwise it will be too late."

After Cecil left, Christa lowered her head and continued flipping through the manuscripts in her hand. Although there was always something to talk about, and she would occasionally talk about Cecil's new works, it was the first time she actually saw his novels.

Christa consciously checked Cecil's works, except for one collection of poems, there were only two novels with super-unpopular themes, and they were not detective novels, but closer to pure literature.

"I can't understand why Cecil regards you as an idol." Christa put a part of the manuscript after reading it on a chair beside her, and said in a chatty manner.

"Why not?" Sherlock asked.

"Words have always been the best way to express people's thoughts. From this novel, we can see that he is a very independent and thoughtful person. Of course, he is also very smart. But these are not the main points. The important point is in his words. There is a kind of superiority and genius-like aloofness in control of the overall situation, this kind of person...it is generally difficult to identify with others, let alone worship?"

As she said that, she got up and went to the kitchen to make coffee to refresh herself. After a long time of fidgeting, she brought two cups... milk tea came out.

Sherlock: "Is your brain covered in dessert?"

Krista coughed covertly, put down a cup of milk tea in front of him, "Do you want to drink?"

"No," he said, "you should give me a cup of coffee and two sweets."

"Sir, are your hands and feet just for decoration?"

"If you make coffee, it should take 1 minute longer than you are used to, so that the taste will be better."

Sherlock said, took a sip of the milk tea, and then said lightly: "You put too much milk."

Krista: "..."

She continued to read Cecil's work. According to Cecil's thinking, this work should have four parts. The first three parts correspond to the three stanzas of the sonnet he read to her, and the last one is still The unwritten part should correspond to the couplet at the end of the poem.

The poem I saw at Marcus's house before is the first paragraph of the opening chapter, corresponding to the beginning of the whole novel.

The atmosphere of Cecil's works is just right, the writing is fluent, the words are precise, the pictures are great, and some details are also exquisitely handled.

Christa's frown deepened the more she looked at it, "Cecil's novel is well written, but as soon as it is connected with the Valentine's case, I feel something is wrong...but what is wrong?"

Sherlock has finished flipping through Cecil's manuscript, "You should now look forward to the second case."

Christa stood up suddenly, "No... I thought that even though the background of the Van Lundin incident was similar to Cecil's, the specific trend was completely different. But I suddenly discovered that the biggest beneficiary in the Van Lundin incident, no matter how The verdict is not Julia and Dempsey, nor Fitch, but the youngest child who has never been involved in it, Burtram."

No matter who the final murderer is judged to be, Burtram will get more than he deserves.It would be better if his brothers and sisters killed each other, and he could get the whole inheritance justifiably.

"I thought you understood this when Cecil told the plot of the novel." Sherlock was not surprised by her discovery, "Now it seems that by the time you find out the case, the murderer has already killed everyone in London. "

"...Sherlock, I have to tell you, I'm just an underage student. I'm not a detective. I don't need to care about the strange cases in London every day like you. One last time." Krista rubbed Grinding his teeth, his eyes were gloomy, as if he wanted to strangle him to death.

Sherlock has a knack for repeatedly testing and jumping around Krista's baseline.

"Why do you always deny the obvious?"

"Then why do you always compete with Scotland Yard for jobs?"

"Employment? There's no such thing. I just help them solve some problems they can't solve. According to you, this is a noble character."

"..."

Christa silently made a note to Sherlock - on why I can't deal with Sherlock, because it's natural to kill me.

After reading Cecil's scattered notes and unfinished works, Christa glanced at her watch and finally raised her head.

Sherlock sat at the table, the cold light from the computer reflected off the screen, reflecting the slightly pale face of the young man.

On a computer screen that Krista couldn't see was an e-mail from McCaw, with a long string written in a special password.

McCoff texted him in the afternoon.

"I got an encrypted file, and they've been trying all day to crack it. Sherlock, I think you're better suited for the task."

Then he received an e-mail, which is not exactly an e-mail, but more likely that some of the information had been illegally copied by McCoff's men.

Passwords are complex.The unique encryption method and multiple encryptions, as well as some cover-ups and even the use of Latin, Greek and some other niche characters, coupled with complicated calculations, made him have to admit this.

But very coincidentally, he had solved a similar code.

The unraveled message is very simple - themanishere.

There is no beginning and no end.

After thinking about it, he texted Mycroft.

"Where did you get the password? - SH."

"Courtesy of a kind lady - MH."

"What kind of lady? A lady who came undercover? - SH."

"You already know that, don't you? How's the translation? -MH."

"It's simple. - SH."

Sherlock sent him the translated message and pondered for a while.

Christa, who had been reading all afternoon, didn't know what she missed. She sat on the sofa and stretched out, looked at Sherlock and said, "Dear Mr. Detective, do you have the honor to invite you to have a cup of afternoon tea? Or A cup of coffee? Make up for the regret that you only drank milk tea today."

The author has something to say: Sherlock: I suddenly discovered that milk tea is actually good