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

Krista chose the coffee shop where Cecil often wrote.The rich and sweet aroma of coffee permeates the square inch space, and the early winter sunlight is carefully filtered by the glass before pouring into the coffee cup, creating a peaceful and warm atmosphere.

The coffee shop not only provides coffee, but also runs some desserts and staple food.

Emma was sitting by the window, holding a cup of half-cold coffee boredly, passing her line of sight at the corner of the aqua blue dress.She was startled, and it was too late to dodge and leave, so she could only sit back in her original position in embarrassment.

It was undoubtedly Christa, with a large Sherlock pendant.

The two sat down near the gate, and Emma's plan to leave quietly while the two were not paying attention was in vain.She has seen the keenness of that lady, and the Holmes next to her is not someone who can be underestimated - after all, she was tricked by another Holmes a few days ago because of her carelessness, so she simply cut off all singles. channels of communication.

Let's talk about the current situation. After all, the last time I met these two people was in York, and today is not a rest day. She appeared in London at this time, and she would be suspected no matter what.

Absolutely absolutely must not let them see themselves.Emma said to herself.When Sherlock glanced over, she hurriedly lowered her head and pretended to take something from her handbag.

"You shouldn't have afternoon tea, you should have dinner." Sherlock looked at the menu in her hand and glanced around.

"Have afternoon tea, and have dinner by the way." She emphasized "by the way", and after she finished ticking off the food she wanted, she finally remembered Sherlock: "Do you want a pasta? Or a pizza?"

"Pasta," he replied.

There were not many people in the cafe during this time period, enough for Christa to see the entire layout of the cafe.

Very simple, almost can be seen at a glance.

"This seat is where Cecil often sits. I passed by five times and saw him sitting here." Christa said unhurriedly.

"We know that his computer has no trace of being hacked. Before moving to 221B, the manuscript of his novel...he said he only wrote the first part....Depending on the situation, his story will not be the only one that has been moved to reality. Partly, the dynamics of 221B cannot be hidden from your eyes. The manuscript of the novel will not be stolen in 221B. For the rest, the most likely place is this cafe that he frequents most. Cecil said that he showed the manuscript to several people Still, seek inspiration."

"Do you think he is being used by others? According to your analysis of his character, he is not someone who is easy to be manipulated." Sherlock looked at the coffee being served, frowning, "You guys have the same poor vision for choosing restaurants. This cup of coffee There are definitely three pieces of candy in it, can't they even hear the request?"

Krista reached out and swapped her own for Sherlock's, "Maybe this one suits you better."

Sherlock took a sip, "You didn't put any sugar?"

"I like sweets and drinking coffee without sugar are two different concepts." Christa said lightly.

"Is there a difference?"

"Maybe there is no difference to you?" She propped her chin on her left hand and said in a naive and mean tone.

In her memory, sweets are a rare food.Her diet is strictly controlled, and sweets and beverages are not allowed. For a long time, "food" did not mean deliciousness and enjoyment. It could only be said to be a necessity for human beings, and it was tasteless.

Moreover, judging from the environment at that time, the place where they lived was so remote that it was almost isolated from the world.These exquisite desserts with a strong little girl flavor will never appear on a cold table.

The first time I ate a "cake" was made by Jiang Qile himself. Jiang Qile left for the first time at that time and was ordered by his father to do something. After returning, he made the first cake in the kitchen.She watched Jiang Qile make it with her own eyes.It was night, they didn't dare to turn on the lights, and they did it after avoiding the three routine inspections at night.The taste is actually very vague, probably very sweet. As for the shape and color, I didn’t remember it because I wanted to eat it too much. It’s not very good-looking. After all, there are no tools for making cakes in the kitchen.

The gradual improvement of her recipes is when Jiang Qile started to take power at the age of 15.Of course, secretly.At that time, she thought that the situation was gradually improving, but she didn't know that Jiang Qile was stepping on the tip of a knife with every step.She was actually quite a bit younger than Jiang Qile, so Jiang Qile had always protected her.

Everyone else was a little afraid of Jiang Qile, after all, in that kind of place, he had already started to climb to a high position at the age of 15, and he didn't know how many innocent bones he had to step on.But for her, that was the only family member she could depend on, even if her father was still alive.Too much blood can easily shorten one's lifespan, so even Jiang Qile, who was as strong as Jiang Qile, couldn't survive that birthday, and died in an explosion that no one expected.

Jiang Qile has no hometown, no parents, no relatives, no friends, only her.

In the end, she buried Jiang Qile's ashes under the rose trellis, and accompanied countless ghosts.

Since then, she has had an obsession with sweets.It's not so much that she likes sweets, but that her brain can't help but miss the old people.

The owner of the café serves the pasta.

Christa tilted her head with a friendly and innocent smile, "I saw a beautiful young man sitting here several times, is he a regular visitor here?"

The boss thought about it carefully, "Oh, the person you mentioned should be the novelist. He does come here often, sometimes he works all day, and sometimes he just sits down for a cup of coffee in the afternoon. Why do you ask this? "

"He is a very famous writer. My brother admires him very much. He rushed over immediately after hearing what I said, hoping to get an autograph. I didn't expect him to be away today. It's a pity!" Krista said seriously.

Sherlock reacted and cooperated very much: "Yes, I admire him very much and have collected all his works. Is he not here today? What a pity? Then when will he be?"

"This..." The boss rubbed his half-bald head in distress, "I don't know... there is no regularity, but I come often, and the time of coming is not fixed. You can try your luck next time."

"Thank you." Krista smiled.

The boss leaves with the tray.

She spread her hands, "There is no useful information. The boss obviously doesn't care about his guests at all."

"You can care about his guests, like the lady who has been through three times from the time we came in, got something out of the bag, tied her shoelaces twice, and picked up a fork once from the floor."

"And they are acquaintances." Christa added.

"In this case, let's catch up with Ms. Emma. What's the urgent matter from York to London?" Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Emma who was carefully turning her head away.

Seeing the two finally leave, Emma breathed a sigh of relief, and said to leave quickly. Baker Street is indeed dangerous, and Mycroft Holmes is too worthless.

Not long after she walked out of the coffee shop, she saw the young girl standing not far away and looking at her with a smile on her face, and that Holmes standing beside her, his eyes were as real as they were, piercing her through.

The author has something to say: Many cuties guess that the young lady is Jiang Qile, don't worry, there will be a young lady in the next plot, Jiang Qile will also be there, there will be villain bosses, even the male second also exists.

Also, to veto it in advance, there is no such thing as a killer organization.

Finally, everyone can consider setting up a monument for Miss Emma.