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

As the sun went down, Christa helped Jenny pack up the leftover food.

"Are you going back to town tonight?" Jenny wrapped the remaining ingredients in plastic wrap and put them in a box filled with crushed ice.

Christa glanced at the sky and did not deny her words, "We didn't bring a tent. Are you going to stay here for one night?"

"Maybe." Jenny shrugged.

"Then Xiali and I will help you set up a tent!" Krista said eagerly, "It's windy by the lake, so be careful."

"Okay." Jenny didn't refuse her kindness, and said a few words to Steve, so the four of them started to set up the tent. "I'm tired, and now I just want to have a good night's rest. Although it may be a bit cold at night, fortunately we brought enough thick clothes." Jenny said happily.

"Jenny! Oops! We don't seem to have enough wind ropes!" Steve had dumped everything related to the tent, but two wind ropes were still missing.

"One of the fixed tent pegs is missing." Steve sat on the ground frustrated.

Christa subconsciously glanced at Sherlock's coat pocket, and the detective looked back, as if nothing had happened, and Christa noticed that his hand was retracted intentionally or unintentionally.

She withdrew her gaze, frowned slightly on the anxious Jenny, showing a little worried look: "Is the tent unusable?"

"It seems that something happened." Jenny frowned tightly, "I made a special effort to tidy up before departure, just because I was afraid that I would forget to bring something important. The result is still..."

"Then how about..." Christa bit her lower lip, as if she felt impertinent about her invitation, "Come with us to the hotel in town, it just so happens that we have reserved an extra room. Originally, we There is also a friend, but his car encountered a little accident, so he can't be with us, and there is an extra room, if you don't mind, it shouldn't matter if couples live together, right?"

Sherlock also came over and persuaded Jenny and Steve, who were still hesitating, with a few words. The couple was abducted to the town by two ill-intentioned human traffickers without knowing it.

The hotel was shabby, but Jenny and Steve didn't complain.They looked exhausted and went straight to the room to rest.

"The hotel is always warmer than the lakeside. Good night, sweet dreams." Christa hugged Jenny, "It will be another beautiful day when I wake up tomorrow."

After saying goodbye to their lovers, the two did not return to the room, but drove to the lake again.

"Did you put that tent peg on their car?" Christa sat upright in the passenger seat. In fact, it was still early, but it always gets dark earlier in winter, and she used a little trick to make it darker. Jenny was more sleepy than Steve, and she and Sherlock separated people from the forest. If they were allowed to spend the night in the forest, it was uncertain whether they would see the sun tomorrow.

"Put it away. Someone guided them to go out these few days." Sherlock got into the driver's seat.

"Marriage proposal, what a romantic reason." Christa smiled inexplicably, "My locator has lost its function, and I can't find Cecil's location now, and 221B has not sent a message."

"He won't be going back to 221B. We didn't notice he didn't bring anything back this morning." Sherlock debated the direction and started the car.

The last time Cecil left with the reason of visiting his mother, he should have taken away important things, leaving only some insignificant things.He might have planned everything already.

A brilliant criminal.

"It's also possible that he didn't bring important things here at all." Cecil's excessive tidiness should also be because he didn't want to leave any evidence.Christa was a little annoyed, "He shouldn't have let him leave so easily."

"It's easy for him to find a reason to leave. He knows better than us here, and it's not difficult to stumble us for a while."

"Sherlock, how does it feel to let the master messenger go?" She sighed.

"That's what you let go. And there's a fourth part to the story." Sherlock didn't look sideways.

She reacted suddenly, "You did it on purpose! You condoned Cecil's behavior from the moment you realized something was wrong. Right after that property fight happened, you knew the truth... Sherlock, you crazy!"

She can't believe it, what is he doing?solve the case?No! Go for thrills!

He even deliberately misled her for this!

"I'm normal, Krista. Everything is going as expected."

"There will always be accidents. Fate is a very annoying thing. When you throw all kinds of accidents at you, some of them will hit you." Krista rubbed her forehead.

"This is not a dangerous thing, I can completely master it!"

Christa couldn't help but retort loudly: "Yes! You can indeed ensure that the victim avoids danger this time, but what about next time? What about you?"

He opened his mouth to argue, but when he met Krista's cold eyes, the detective softened his attitude a little: "Next time I can do it too."

Christa felt that Sherlock was even worse than the few brats she saw today.Suddenly, she could understand how difficult it was for Mycroft.

"Well, do as you like. Remember to contact your brother's people more often, so that one day you will kill yourself and someone will collect your body and erect a monument for you."

"You won't? Give me... Collect the body." He was not used to the last word, so he paused for a while.

"Ah, I'm only going to be in 221B for a year. Music isn't what I'm after, so I can't stay there forever. I don't think...you can't be that lucky."

If she is required to do this, doesn't that mean that Sherlock is extremely unlucky and won't survive a year?

"The word you used is 221B, not London or England, so you will apply to a British university...it's Cambridge." Sherlock stopped the car, and Kristaly got out of the car, and turned on the flashlight.

"You know you can change it now, whether it's the same in Britain or Germany or other European countries." She said casually, and the light of the flashlight shone into the woods.

"You must come to the lake, don't you have your own reasons?" Sherlock refused to talk about the university application, and instead talked about this incident, "We concealed it from each other once, and it's nothing to worry about."

If the first time they came to the lake was to avoid accidents with Jenny and Steve, but the second time it was unnecessary, they had better ways to solve this problem.

It was Christa who had some thoughts about those restless brats.

Sherlock probably guessed what she was thinking, so he followed her to the lake without any opinion, so as to offset his deception and concealment of deliberately letting Cecil leave.

But why would a detective, who has never cared about other people's ideas, take the opportunity to offset his own mistakes.Krista didn't think about it.

"No, Sherlock. You have a good memory, and you won't forget that you once hid me about Arthur Bird." She stepped on a dead branch and reminded Sherlock.

"That time I just didn't make it clear. And there was less evidence to back it up."

"Okay, we can't settle accounts anyway... Sherlock, don't deliberately lie to me next time." She walked ahead, and it was night again, and Sherlock couldn't see her expression.

"Okay." He replied without hesitation.

"Then I won't lie to you,...although just this time?" She said uncertainly, "I didn't intend to do anything to them, after all, they are the victims created by Cecil. You know I don't respect Use violence to solve problems."

"What did they do?" Sherlock realized the question in her words.

"Murder. I asked when I was renting a car.... At that time, you should be paying a deposit? A child disappeared here a few years ago, about the same age as the ones we saw today. They don't live here all year round, but I rented a house in the town. I had a deep conflict with the guy named Brett, and I went to school. After the child disappeared, his family moved away quickly, and no one knows where the child went. .”

"The bottom of the lake is such a good place to sleep. Don't you think so, Sherlock?"

The sound of giggling laughter came through the thick branches and leaves, and Christa's eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the turbulent tyranny in her light-colored pupils.

"How did you find out?" The detective didn't want to say he didn't notice it.

"Bright. The lighter in his hand has the child's father's name engraved on it. This kind of thing is usually a relic. You sat in the restaurant and didn't come out, so you didn't see it."

She calmed down her restless mood, she rarely had such willful moments and large fluctuations in mood.I don't know whether it was Cecil's contempt and reckless play with life or the malice of these children that stimulated her.

But she absolutely must not let those emotions sway her to release the malice in her heart.

"So I'm going to beat him to death first. Let him have a better memory." She said with a half-smile.

"You wouldn't do that." Sherlock turned his eyes away. Christa is a person with a strong sense of rules. She uses her own rules to restrict herself very tightly, and she never does things that are too out of line.

The so-called beating was just a joke.

"You're right, the legal matter should be judged by the law. I can't be the same person as them." Krista smiled.

"Then let's go and get the testimony. The first step of the law." She spoke lightly and walked forward.

With heavy eyes, Sherlock quickly followed Krista.

There are still those children by the lake.

"Are you sure those three people are here? Not even a ghost!" Brett exclaimed angrily.

"Only two. One has left town." A weak boy's voice answered.

"Two! Where are those two guys?" It was still Brett's voice, "Can't they run away?"

"No. Someone saw them coming this afternoon. The car they rented hasn't returned yet." Another voice.

"Maybe back in town. It's not safe by the lake at night."

"Where can I go in this dark night..." Brett muttered.

A bright light suddenly came over and shone on several people.

The children looked at each other for a few seconds, staring at the source of the light without blinking.

After a while, one hand gently pushed aside the dense weeds, and two figures that could not be seen clearly in the night came out.

Sherlock and Krista.

"Good evening, are you looking for us?"

The author has something to say: the second watch is very late, it's after midnight, don't wait.