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

"Sherlock?" Krista blinked, a little dissatisfied with his distraction.

Mr. Detective gestured with his eyes, "That car."

Christa looked over, and saw a pure black car parked outside the alley, the windows were half down, revealing a pretty woman's face.

The woman in the car lowered her head, not knowing what she was doing.The man in the front driver's seat turned his head and said something to the woman, then started the engine and walked away.

"I know. I saw it just now." Half of Krista's body was hidden in the alley, and she couldn't see her expression. "I just put a tracker on their car. Didn't you notice?"

What has the big detective been doing for so long?Krista wondered secretly.

The only pure black car parked outside this alley, since they crossed the path 3 minutes ago, they saw two people talking in the car.

The one who kidnapped the child.Krista is absolutely sure.

But the duo wasn't behind the scenes, either.

In order to avoid alarming others, Krista only quietly dropped a locator on the car.

She didn't expect Sherlock to be distracted after all these things were done.

Sherlock: "..."

Sherlock: "Let's go in first, across this alley is the casino."

Christa raised her eyebrows slightly, and walked into the alley without exposing him.

Once you get here, you have to be careful every step of the way, there are always a lot of desperadoes in the casino.

The alley is very narrow, just enough for a car to pass through. The two walked through the alley one after the other, and a three-story independent building came into view.

The buildings around the house were dimly lit, hidden among the lush trees, and everything was silent.Only this house was noisy, and warm yellow lights overflowed from every window, reflecting figures indistinctly.

There is a large open space in front of the house, with a wide view, almost unobstructed.

Christa and Sherlock looked at each other, but decided to sneak in anyway.After all, it's hard to guarantee that this casino doesn't need any identification.

The two walked through the bushes cautiously, and occasionally the clothes and the grass made rustling noises, mixed with the early winter wind and drifted away.

As she got closer, Christa discovered that although the above-ground part of the house was not large, it still had a very wide basement floor.

The basement floor should be the casino, and the entrance should be on the first floor of the house.

Surveillance everywhere, several tall young men guarding the gate.

"I can't get in." Krista frowned.

***

On the top floor of the house, a young man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the afterimage cast by the moonlight fell into his sight.

He stood there for a while, when someone knocked on the door and came in, he sat back at the table.

There was a photo on the wooden desk, and the young man stared at the photo for a long while before reaching out and gently touching the edge of the photo frame, with an almost treacherous tenderness in his eyes.

After admiring the photos, he raised his eyes to look at the person coming.

The visitor flinched involuntarily when he met his eyes.

It was an indescribable look, as if caught in some kind of infatuation and madness, and seemed to be permeated with deliberate mockery and contemptuous malice.

Very contradictory.

The visitor didn't dare to read any more, bowed his head respectfully, and handed the handful of materials in his arms to the young man.

"Mr. Slater." The visitor changed his sentence respectfully.

Slater snorted a nonchalant syllable in response.

He casually flipped through a few pages of materials that someone brought over, then stood up suddenly, and swept everything on the table.

All of a sudden, all the materials, documents, and signature pens were swept to the ground, raising invisible fine dust.

The desk lamp on the table was also swept off with his movements, and because of the material, it was smashed to pieces.The sharp sound like glass shattering scared the heart of the visitor to the throat.

The visitor lowered his head tremblingly, not daring to say a word.

Slater laughed back angrily, "Okay, okay! As soon as you get out of the way, you will use your tricks! I just don't believe that everything can go as you wish!"

The person who came didn't understand this sentence, so he squatted down and began to pick up the scattered documents, "Calm down, calm down."

He wondered in his heart, it was just a few ordinary documents, the most important thing was the casino's resale agreement.Now most of the shares have been sold to a branch of the Byrd family, quite the Byrd family is the actual owner of this casino.

But this gentleman doesn't have any shares in this casino, so how can he be so angry?

He also remembered hearing from other people in the organization that the two highest-ranking people in the organization are also the leaders of the two factions, and they had almost been at odds since the beginning of the day, and they couldn't even make a superficial effort.

But it's not about that one, is it?

He was annoyed in his heart, why did he ask for his life to do this job?No wonder those who were older than him didn't come.Mr. Slater's moody temper turned out to be as rumored.

Slater picked up the photo, his eyes were gentle, but his voice was full of impatience, "Clean up here and get out!"

The visitor hurriedly picked up a pile of messy materials picked up from the ground and left.His eyes glanced at the photo in Slater's hand inadvertently—it was barely a group photo, one of which he was sure was this Mr. Slater when he was a child, and the other was a girl with only half a profile face, and the distance between the two Very far, because the field of view of the photo is large enough to be in the same frame.

In the middle of the photo, a tearing mark runs through half of the girl's body.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I wrote it originally, but I found that I wrote something later, and there is still a paragraph in the middle that I haven't written.Today is rushing to the list again, there is not enough time, there are only so many, I will write more tomorrow.