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

Shylock was suppressed by Christa on the path covered with fine snow, and most of the weight of the girl's body was almost on his chest - this was already a distance that was too close.

It's a pity that the girl didn't realize this right away. She held Sherlock's wrist tightly, preventing him from breaking free, with a slightly smug expression on her face.She raised her eyebrows, and looked at the detective pinned on the snow by her provocatively.

"Dear Mr. Detective, there is a saying in China that the kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring. You see that you hit me with a snowball just now. I should bury you in snow, right?"

"You did it first." The detective said objectively.

Christa tilted her head, stared at his deep face without blinking, and nodded happily for a while: "Yes, I did it first. How can you be so smart that you can't see that I just want to find a reason?" Beat you up? To be honest, I have endured you for a long time."

She admitted it readily, and her movements were unambiguous. She grabbed a snowball and smiled and wanted to wipe it on the detective's face.

Sherlock turned his face to avoid her movements, "I thought that with our good relationship, I shouldn't be retaliated by you."

"Unfortunately, your reasoning was wrong this time."

As Krista spoke, she wanted to continue to fight, but the detective suddenly turned over and pressed her back on the ground, and the snowball she just kneaded in her hand was smashed into the snow due to a momentary struggle.

what happened?

A trace of confusion quickly flashed across her eyes, and then she realized that she was countered by Sherlock.

She blinked innocently, "Okay, stop playing, let me get up."

Of course Sherlock was not confused by her, he grabbed a handful of snow and drew three lines on her face, which looked like three beards at the corners of her mouth.

And there are only three on the left.

Christa could see from Sherlock's actions that he had done something good to her face, her eyes couldn't help but widen, and she immediately felt like chopping him eight hundred times, but unfortunately she couldn't get rid of her hands.

Sherlock was about to smear snow on her right face, but Christa struggled to raise her slender neck, biting fiercely on the back of Sherlock's hand, leaving a crescent tooth mark.

Sherlock snorted and frowned.

Christa didn't expect that she would do this kind of behavior with a sudden brain twitch, she immediately let go, and looked at the young man in front of her in a daze.

"Um... are you going to the hospital?"

The detective lowered his eyes and let go of the hand that was holding her down, "It's nothing. Your teeth are bad, probably the soft sweets have degraded your teeth."

Christa got up and grabbed her sleeves. The crescent moon mark was shaking in her sight, and there was no trace of bleeding. She was a little thankful in her heart, but suddenly she didn't know what to say.

Such behavior should not be done by her.

Whether such a presumptuous behavior was impulsive or the sense of trust accumulated intentionally or unintentionally during ordinary relationships, even she could not tell the difference.

Why would you subconsciously get close to this person?Her thoughts were disturbed and she dared not think carefully.

She is too scared.

She had already lost Jiang Qile, and she couldn't afford to lose another person who could occupy her entire life.

She is not Jiang Yuebai who has a mother who desperately protects her, nor does her gentle and loving grandparents belong to her.

She's just a contemptible thief.

She is alone, her fate is like a drift, no one knows where she came from, no one illuminates her future.

Sherlock Holmes.

This young man who is bright enough to dispel the dense winter fog in London is just a passer-by in her life.Maybe one day he died under the truth he was pursuing, and she was still alive, and she would rush to a London cemetery to offer him a bunch of daisies.

It's just the best ending for them.

"Let's go back. The clothes...wet." She looked away slightly, "Just now...I'm sorry. Mr. Holmes"

Be polite and distant.

When she turned around, the detective's eyes flashed an unknown light.

What is the obstacle she has been unable to cross for so long?The confusing truth about Jiang Li's death may be the key to his unraveling all the mysteries.

He must know the answer to that mystery!

The clothes of the two of them were already half wet after a lot of tossing, and Mrs. Jiang hurriedly let them take a hot bath.

"How can you make it like this? It's Chinese New Year, and you can't see a doctor if you have a cold. Hurry up and take a hot bath, turn on the air conditioner to warm it up, and don't freeze."

Sherlock's room is diagonally across from Krista's room.

Christa opened the door, and Sherlock's voice sounded behind her, "Do you really enjoy being alone more?"

She paused slightly with her hand on the doorknob. "There is no doubt about that. Aren't you the same, Mr. Detective?"

"Maybe."

She lowered her head and hooked her lips, but said nothing more.

Christa was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, and Sherlock's "question" kept repeating in her ears.

She certainly doesn't enjoy being alone.

Sherlock likes a person because she is quiet and comfortable enough, but she just cannot enter the world of normal people after enduring a long period of loneliness.

A thing that can't even be called a "human" at the beginning, no matter how hard you try, you can't integrate into the world of "human" normally and thoroughly.

Sherlock was just eccentric, and she was... eccentric.

After all, it is different.

***

The New Year's Eve dinner was extremely quiet, but everyone seemed to be normal and happy.After eating, Mrs. Jiang cheerfully went upstairs to watch the Spring Festival Gala with Mr. Jiang.

"The living room is left to you. If you want to watch the new year, you can do it. We old people won't toss around with you young people."

After speaking, the elderly couple disappeared down the stairs.

Christa turned her head and blinked her eyes, "I'm going to bed, you decide whether to follow this Chinese tradition. If you feel bored, you can go back to London early."

"Sleep at 07:30?" Sherlock's tone rose, and he didn't know who he was mocking.

Krista: "..."

"Early to bed and early to rise is good for your health."

Under the detective's meaningful eyes, the little girl Christa calmly walked back to her room on the stairs.

Of course she couldn't go to bed so early, she just hasn't figured out how to get along with Sherlock next.After all, she will stay in Baker Street for at least half a year, and she gradually realizes that some people don't want her to leave Baker Street, at least not now.She needs to find out all the truth in order to live in peace.

For Sherlock, that was a completely unexpected character.

Let's just walk away naturally.With Sherlock's slowness, he wouldn't notice anything wrong.After all, the big detective only has bizarre cases in his eyes.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her thoughts drifted far away, and some messy memories flashed in her mind like a revolving lantern.

In the long memory, the mother's blurred face and gentle singing voice, the white figure shuttles, the ubiquitous cameras that will always monitor her every move, the rotten and cold breath, and Jiang Qile hugged her after coming out of it and said—— —"We will be the same from now on. I will always be with you." She achieved Jiang Qile's eternity.

Even more vague are those memories of Jiang Yuebai, almost perfect memories of happy childhood.The most tragic death did not leave a trace, and everything about Jiang Yuebai kept the most beautiful posture.

It was because she had never obtained the happiness that she dared not dream of.

It's a pity that it is still illusory like flowers in a mirror and moon in water, and it will shatter at the touch of a touch.

The memories that belonged to her and those that belonged to Jiang Yuebai were entangled with each other and were unclear.

Finally there is Sherlock, the high-spirited young detective.

She couldn't remember anything related to him for a while, but his face was clearly engraved in her mind.

She thought they would become good friends, but today she suddenly realized that some things were out of control from the beginning.

Those are not thoughts that a friend should have.

She suddenly understood something.

But the memories from the past warned her that if she took this step, she could never look back and regret it.

and most importantly

——You are an outlier.

This is enough to make her stay away from countless reasons, even better than the fact of chasing a high-functioning sociopath who doesn't understand love at all.

and………

Before she had time to think more, Sherlock's text messages came one after another.

"Look out the window."

"Remember to look up."

"Are you ready?"

"here we go."

Huge fireworks exploded like thunder in the night, splicing together a huge letter C in splendor, and then another letter appeared surrounded by clusters of fireworks.The flowers are clustered together, mixed with the stars, making it hard to tell where the stars are.

The sky is flickering, the fireworks are colorful, and the sparks are sparse, like petals falling from the branches.Thousands of fireworks almost dyed half of the night.

Christa looked up at the fireworks exploding in the night sky, and other fireworks that did not belong to this grand scene were overshadowed by it.

When the light and shadow changed, she was stunned for a moment, and she didn't even have time to click on the message on the phone.

The fireworks lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour, and the momentum was huge, brighter than the stars.

She recorded every moment when the fireworks bloomed without blinking her eyes.

After all the fireworks were set off, her English name was just made up one by one.

According to the encryption method she taught Sherlock last time, according to the number of groups and colors of fireworks, the number of fireworks in a group, and the time interval between each group, the translation should be - "Happy New Year."

At the same time, Krista's phone screen lit up, and a text message from Sherlock appeared in view.

"Happy New Year."

Chinese character.

She held the phone in a daze, and suddenly looked down at the window. A young man in a woolen overcoat was standing under the window sill, his brows half-hidden in the thick night. Seeing her gaze, he raised his head.

Starlight fell in his eyes.

She smiled suddenly.

"Happy New Year, dear Detective."

The time skips from 59 to 0:00.

a new Year.

The author has something to say: Sorry, this chapter has been written for a long time, and I just finished it now.