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

The next morning, when Christa went downstairs, she found a certain detective talking and laughing with the old man who was still confronting him yesterday.

what happened?

Is there a certain period of time in my memory that I sneaked around to avoid her?She couldn't understand the current situation at all.

Mr. Jiang, who was still cold-eyed yesterday, held Sherlock's hand and started talking affectionately today, and even made an English breakfast on the table considering Sherlock's taste.

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She couldn't help but turned her head and whispered to Sherlock when the old couple entered the kitchen: "What did you say to them?"

Sherlock calmly spread butter on the slice of bread, "I talked to them about Cecil writing a book to confess your love to you. They asked me to take care of you more and not be deceived by people with unknown intentions."

"What did you say?" Christa was a little worried, after all, Sherlock never had any scruples when speaking.She didn't want Sherlock to talk about those murders and inducements, it was too cruel and worrying for the two old people.

"Nothing. You don't have to worry, you didn't tell them what you thought would scare them."

"Don't mention the various murders in London. If they ask, just say London is safe." Christa sighed, and bringing back an honest person like Sherlock was like setting off a time bomb. . Play around.

"The law and order in London is not too bad." Sherlock agreed, "We talked about your mother."

"Huh? My mother has nothing to talk about. She came from a wealthy family. She went to Europe to study art when she was a teenager. She met my father and got married quickly after graduation. She was talented in painting and became famous when she was young. She died in an accidental car accident. She was a poor girl." Keli Shita mentioned a few words lightly.

"But you don't think it was an accident," Sherlock pointed out sharply.

"Until the complete truth is not obtained, it was just an accident." Krista put down her chopsticks with a calm expression.

The old couple came out of the kitchen. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, they asked with a smile, "What are you talking about? This smells like gunpowder! It's about to start a fight."

"I'm talking about the advantages and disadvantages of some cities, such as London and Berlin." Sherlock answered quickly.

"Lanlan lived in Berlin when she was a child. You can ask her more about her advantages and disadvantages." Grandma served another bowl of seafood porridge to the little girl Christa, and answered Sherlock's words casually.

The two chatted a few more words on this topic, and Christa was not interested, so she echoed casually.

Jiang Yuebai did know about Berlin, but she didn't know any local details, after all, she hadn't really lived there for a long time.It's not a big deal for Christa to understand some simple questions, but when it comes to details, she can only vaguely deal with them.

Sherlock would definitely notice something.

After breakfast, nothing happened. The Jiang family had few relatives, and none of them were close relatives. There was only one sister from Grandma Christa who was married to Chongyang, and now there was no contact. There were only a few people during the Chinese New Year.

So the four of us sit together...playing poker.

Originally, Krista proposed to play mahjong and wanted to take this opportunity to ridicule Sherlock, but unfortunately, she was rejected by the grandmother with the highest status in the family, on the grounds that she could not bully foreign boys.

Christa slandered: With his IQ, it would be good if he didn't bully the three of us.

After playing a few games, only Christa and Sherlock were left.The little girl stretched her waist, "The weather is fine today, let's go for a walk. The streets are very different during the day and at night."

The detective collected the poker cards and took a look at the scattered cards in her hand. Without saying anything, he agreed casually.

***

"This road was my favorite shortcut when I was in school. It can save me a few minutes." Krista stepped on the thick snow on the path, and the pure white snow stuck to the front of her snow boots. He looked down and didn't care.

"I thought you didn't like high school." Sherlock walked behind her, wearing a thick woolen scarf.

"No." She stopped in surprise, "Why do you think so?"

"High school is peaceful and beautiful for most people. As adults, they will miss high school with almost no external pressure."

"So this memory will be beautified, and then it will become an eternal memory and memory."

"So a lot of people really enjoyed high school."

"Are you one of the majority?" Sherlock lowered his head, and when Christa heard his question, she was taken aback, met his deep eyes, and smiled uncomfortably, "I don't like to be immersed in the past." in my memory, but I really enjoyed my high school life."

That was a normal life that she never got before.

"What part of it do you like? The loneliness of having no friends?"

Unchanged Sherlock Holmes meanness.

Christa didn't answer, showing a sinister smile, grabbed a handful of snowballs from the wall and smashed them on Sherlock's face.

Caught off guard, the detective, whose face was covered in snow, blinked and shook off the broken snow from his slender eyelashes. When he finally saw the foreground clearly, he was slapped with snow again.

Satisfied with her aim, Krista giggled and ran away while Sherlock was still dealing with the shards of snow on his face.

"what--"

Christa trotted a few steps, and heard Sherlock's painful cry behind her, and stopped in her tracks.

There won't be anything wrong with it.

She walked over worriedly, and Sherlock squatted halfway, covering his eyes with one hand.

She also squatted down and approached Sherlock, "Are you okay? Did you get your eyes...... Ah——"

Before she finished speaking, she was hit on the forehead by a cold snowball. The snowflakes melted into water quickly when they touched the temperature of the human body. She covered her forehead and raised her eyes. , with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Xia! Luo! Ke!"

The little girl gritted her teeth and squeezed out his name word by word.

"What's wrong?" The detective looked innocent.

Christa gritted her teeth and threw herself forward vigorously, crushing the unprepared detective into the snow.

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