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

Christa suddenly turned her head, "What are you talking about? You're hurting me again!"

Sherlock was about to speak when Mrs. Hudson came out yawning and said to them: "Sherlock, Liz, you are finally back. I have some sad news for you. The entire street is without power tonight."

Krista: I think Sherlock has to thank me for taking him to dinner.

"That's it... Then I won't go back. Speaking of which, I haven't fully enjoyed the night in London." Krista thought for a while before giving up the decision to go back to the room.

Mrs. Hudson showed an approving expression, "Such a beautiful and rare evening, you can go on a romantic date. You will have a very pleasant evening!"

Christa is well aware of the landlady's temperament, and now she is too lazy to explain, and instead looks at Sherlock: "What did you just say to write to Mrs. Winona in my name? Don't try to change the subject , Sherlock."

"It's nothing, I asked her if she is in London, if she is, you will visit her as Mr. Hilde's daughter." Sherlock said lightly.

Christa couldn't help pressing her frowning brows, feeling very headache: "Why are you doing this? I have no reason to visit Mrs. Winona at all, not to mention my relationship with Cecil is already very embarrassing .”

"Embarrassed?" He was surprised. "You don't need it at all. Cecil has no urge to secrete dopamine for you. His attitude towards you is almost the same as when you first met."

"No matter how he feels about me, Sherlock, you have to know that once the confession is spoken, things will change." She didn't want Mrs. Hudson to know about the embarrassing incident between her and Cecil. After Mrs. Hudson finished speaking, they went out first, which made Christa a lot easier.

"Is this how goldfish think when they face relationship problems?" He thought.

"No matter what Goldfish thinks, it's not a matter of relationship now. Sherlock, please tell me what legitimate reason you have to send random emails for me?" She gritted her teeth and said viciously.

"Not spamming emails. I'm trying to ascertain some information."

"Then are you sure it's out?"

"Not yet, we will be sure when we receive a reply email," he said.

"You have to determine what is your own business, why use my name? Sherlock, this time, I will never forgive you easily." Christa sneered, stepped down the stairs, slammed the door and left go.

After walking halfway, she looked at the mobile phone in her hand that had automatically turned off, and was silent.

In fact, it's not necessarily true that she was angry, but Sherlock refused to change after repeated admonitions, so he had to reflect on his behavior.

Now that the mobile phone is out of power, let’s go for a walk. The streets of London are extremely lively at night, and only the electricity in residential areas is cut off.The street lights are shining, people's voices are buzzing, the aroma of food, the sound of various musical instruments up and down, and the cheers and applause mixed in it form an ordinary night.

There was a large group of people in front, cheering continuously, Christa became interested, and when she took a closer look, it turned out to be a street ring that was unique compared to other busking performances.

The stall owner was a middle-aged woman in her 40s wearing a cheap printed T-shirt. Her tone of voice had obvious local London characteristics, but Christa could still easily tell that she was a Chinese woman.

She held a string of bamboo coils in her hand, and a little girl with dark eyes kept handing out ten coils to the paying onlookers.

This kind of game is rarely seen on the streets of foreign countries, and Christa was slightly moved when she first saw it.Although the prizes on the stall were all trinkets she didn't need, she still took out a ten pound note and handed it to the little girl. Hand out a crumpled note to her.

Christa blinked: "Then give me ten more circles."

She said something in English first, and then repeated it in Chinese.

When the little girl heard the following sentence in Chinese, she looked at her with wide eyes, unable to hide the joy on her face.

"I'll give you one more circle, and I can't tell others." The little girl whispered to her in not-so-fluent Chinese.

"Of course, this is a secret between the two of us." Christa nodded and assured.

The consumption of ten circles was very fast. Except for the person who asked for a hundred circles in one go, it took a little longer, and everyone else quickly gave up their seats.

So soon there was Christa.

She seldom played these games in China before, and it was a bit unfamiliar to get started for a while. After trying two laps, she probably felt a little confident in her heart.

The third set is a doll ornament.

The little girl gave her the purple ceramic bear, and her pair of black eyes were particularly lively.

Not intending to embarrass her business, Krista lost the next few laps at will, except for accidentally hitting a lollipop, and nothing else.

When the last two circles were left, Christa noticed that the little girl kept staring in one direction on the edge.

There is a pink butterfly hairpin. The butterfly wings made of transparent glass emit a crystal-like light under the light. The material can only be regarded as inferior, but the shape is really beautiful. No wonder younger people and girls will like.

When Christa saw the girl's longing eyes, she couldn't help but feel a little soft in her heart. She was probably worried that what she wanted would be taken away by others.

She wanted to set up the hair card and give it to her.

Krista thought about throwing a circle, but... she missed it.The bamboo silk circle just pressed on the butterfly wing.There was a trace of joy in the little girl's eyes.

When Krista was about to throw the last lap, someone grabbed her wrist.

The hand that was holding her had calluses on its palm, it was slightly rough, and its body temperature was cold, but it was exceptionally strong. Krista tried to break free with her backhand, but failed.

"According to your movements, you can't even reach the edge of that thing... an ugly hairpin."

The tone was as contemptuous and mean as ever.

It's Sherlock.

The dedicated little girl Christa has not forgotten that she is in a cold war with Sherlock, she turned her head away, not wanting to talk to him.

Sherlock took the last circle from her hand, tossed it casually, and landed steadily, wrapping the butterfly hairpin into it.

"Trapped."

He said.

The little girl suppressed the disappointment in her eyes and was about to hand the hairpin to Krista. Krista bent down slightly, touched the girl's dry hair, and said softly, "I gave it to you."

The little girl stared at her blankly, subconsciously retracted the hand holding the butterfly hairpin, and raised an expectant smile, "Really?"

"Of course." Christa nodded solemnly, "It's a reward for the circle you gave me."

The little girl looked at the hairpin in her hand, then looked up at the two who had disappeared into the crowd, showing a satisfied smile.

Too bad her smile didn't last long.

A young man pushed through the crowd and walked up to the woman who set up the stall. The two chatted for a few words, and the woman turned her head to coax the little girl softly: "Daughter, send your card to this uncle, and mom will buy you better next time." of."

The girl quietly reached into her sleeve, grabbed the hairpin, and shook her head reluctantly.

The woman lowered her face, "Be obedient, give it to him quickly."

The girl looked timidly at the tall man, her young face full of cynicism.

She refused again.

The woman's smiling face couldn't hold back, and she scolded coldly: "You child, don't take it out yet!" As she said that, she reached out to grab the girl's palm and forcibly snatched the butterfly hairpin.

The woman handed the hairpin to the man with a flattering smile.The man swept it up his sleeve without looking at it, took out a check and handed it to the woman.

"Two thousand pounds, as you wish, madam."

The man walked through the crowd and handed the hairpin to another man in a brown trench coat, "Mr. Slater."

The man in the brown windbreaker nodded in response, and tossed the piece of glass hairpin up, and the glass butterfly hairpin fell straight to the ground.

He chuckled lightly, "You said how would she react if she knew that her baby was kidnapped by the brother of the sworn enemy?"

"There won't be any reaction, but I think Mr. Sherlock will have a better life in the future." The man replied.

"A natural couple, it's really an eyesore." He smiled coldly, "Let's go."

The two are wandering the streets of London, completely unaware of what's going on here.

Sherlock caught up with Christa who was walking ahead.

"Okay. Liz, I'm sorry."

The author has something to say: Feelings... There will always be progress.