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

People around had called the police, and no one could control the stall. The woman knelt down and cried helplessly.

"The child was just taken away, there is still time to catch up. Taxi!" Sherlock waved towards the side of the road, and a taxi slowly stopped in front of the two of them.

Christa didn't even look at the woman, she opened the door and got into the car without hesitation, "Do you know which direction to go?"

"I put a tiny tracker in her pocket." Sherlock closed the car door. "Go ahead and turn left at the first intersection. They're at the first intersection now."

Christa blinked when she heard the words, and slowly smiled: "Sherlock, well done!"

A car speeds through the streets of London, splashing a cloud of muddy water.

"Sir, someone is following you." The man driving the car pressed the communicator, and the rearview mirror showed a charming face of a woman. She lowered her head slightly, stroking the sleeping girl on her lap. son's head.

A deep male voice came from the communicator: "Get rid of them and follow the original plan. Ask Susan to throw the locator on the girl."

The woman in the backseat yawned lazily when she heard this, fumbled in the girl's pocket for a while, and finally took out a black miniature tracker.

She rolled down the car window, threw it out of the street, and fell into a car next to her with the rear window open.

The person in the car only saw a black arc flashing past, rubbed his eyes, thinking maybe something was wrong with the bad light at night.

"Okay." She closed the car window, "Let's go, just send people to their destination, and I don't know who is behind. Baker Street is Holmes' territory after all, and I don't want to be like Emma."

The man in the driver's seat stepped on the accelerator, but the woman didn't react for a while, and the girl lying on her lap almost fell out.

Christa glanced at the constantly moving red dot on Sherlock's phone, and the movement speed of the other party's position suddenly slowed down significantly.

She frowned, "We probably got dumped."

"Get out of the car." Sherlock said decisively.

The taxi stopped steadily, and Christa took out a large denomination pound and handed it to the driver, and hurriedly followed Sherlock without waiting for change.

"I'm inclined that the unknown messenger will reproduce the plot of Cecil's novel—so, where is the underground casino in London?" Krista secretly stroked the cold blade under the long sleeve with her fingertips, turned her head and Sherlock said.

In Cecil's story, the woman also lost her child in public.The detective found out that the child had been sold into a notorious underground casino in London. The detective rescued the child through a series of ingenious schemes and informed the police to destroy the casino.Finally, the detective found out that the woman actually sold the child to the casino, and the casino staff took the child to repay the huge debt.

But judging from the current situation, the woman did not take the initiative to sell the child to the casino, so the planner directly kidnapped the child.

"There are eleven known houses, and there are five in the East End of London. Judging from the direction from the beginning, it should be the one on Queen's Road that is closest to here." Sherlock finished the analysis quickly, "Let's go there."

Christa didn't know much about London's topography, but accidents happened frequently during this period, so she memorized the map, so she knew where Sherlock was talking about.So she said, "Take the path, I know there is a path that leads to that street."

They could have taken a taxi directly to Queen's Road instead.But now that you've got off the bus, there's nothing you can do.

Krista and Sherlock raced through several streets, and finally stopped in front of a wall.

"It looks like we have to climb over the yard." She touched the mossy wall. "I can't. Sherlock, go up first, and then give me a hand."

Sherlock glanced at her lightly, "There's a ladder over there."

Krista: "..."

The atmosphere suddenly changed from a suspense drama to a light comedy.

The two of them didn't say much and quickly built a ladder to climb over the wall.After climbing to the top of the wall, Christa looked down and back at Sherlock standing on the ladder.

"There are dogs," she said. "I know you brought an anesthesia gun, give it to me."

Sherlock took the gun from his coat pocket and handed it to her.

Christa took aim and shot, seeing the snow-white dog limply lying down, she was relieved to return the gun to Sherlock, and jumped off the fence neatly.

The yard is huge and quiet.The house standing silently was covered with a layer of darkness, only a little light leaked from the window in the living room on the first floor.

The two stepped on the lawn lightly, trying not to make any noise.

The gate outside the yard was only ajar but not locked.Christa gently pushed open a gap, "Let's go."

Sherlock followed after hearing the words.

After the two left, two slender shadows were cast on the ground by the moonlight.

Ming Anna walked over to pick up the dog that had passed out under the wall, "How can they climb over the wall at night?"

The other person beside her smiled, "Aren't all the Holmes family so unpredictable?"

"My Alice is so pitiful. She didn't bark when she saw them, so why should she be treated like this." Ming Anna sighed, and patted the big dog's head in its sleep.

"I'll have Dr. Carmon come over to see Alice tomorrow." The woman chuckled lightly.

"That would be great!" Minna paused, and then said, "Given our relationship with Holmes, why did you put her on Baker Street? Mycroft Holmes moves more and more frequently...then The lady may..."

The woman interrupted her, although her voice was soft but her attitude was undeniable: "Compared to a lunatic like Slater, I would rather face Mycroft Holmes. As for Sherlock Holmes, she can handle it well. It seems that they We get on pretty well, don't we? Baker Street . . . that's the safest place in all of London."

"Also, get ready to remove the people we left at the Ceylon Casino. Slater... avoid him for now."

Ming Anna was taken aback, "That's one of our important sources of income, how come it's so good..."

"Can't you see which direction they are going?" the woman looked into the distance and said lightly.

Ming Anna followed her gaze subconsciously, and was extremely surprised, "That's..."

Why are those two going where all of a sudden?

The woman withdrew her gaze, "Sherlock Holmes got involved, and Slater muddied the situation, 'Ceylon' can't be kept."

"What exactly does Mr. Slater want to do?" Minna was puzzled.

"Pursuing excitement. He has always been like this. I have been very busy recently, and you are the only one who has no tasks in the London area for the time being. I will trouble you to take care of some things for me temporarily. Don't confront Slater head-on."

Ming Anna nodded, "Don't worry."

"I'll go first. Don't move the ladder back tonight. Just in case." The woman hesitated for a moment, and explained: "Don't underestimate Sherlock Holmes, try not to appear in front of him. Although I don't believe in these things, I There's always this unsettling premonition that Holmes will change everything."

Ming Anna nodded seriously again, and after sending her out, she slowly locked the door.

She hugged her dog and patted its head lovingly, feeling a little worried.

Winter in London is getting colder and colder.

Soon, severe winter will come.

The author has something to say: let the young lady go.

The current situation is basically a game between all parties. Everyone bet one after another, but Sherlock didn't expect that Sherlock would fight back and kill the whole audience.