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

"So where did you get the fireworks?" was Krista's first question.

The detective answered her with a mysterious smile.

"Why do you think of setting off fireworks all of a sudden?" She and Sherlock sat on the bench in the yard. There were no insects chirping in the middle of the winter night, and only her voice was quiet.

"It's interesting. Don't you like it?" Sherlock glanced at her.

"Yeah, I like pretty things." She held her chin and smiled casually. "You should like firecrackers more. We can set them off tomorrow."

"Firecrackers?" He repeated, still unable to comprehend the meaning of the noun from the combination of several letters.

"Something similar to fireworks." Krista explained briefly.

Sherlock looked disinterested.

The two sat for a while, and Christa felt a little cold. "Let's go in, it's warmer in the room."

As she said that, she pursed her lips and showed a shallow smile, "Maybe this year we can complete the tradition of keeping the year old. I never thought that I would celebrate a Chinese holiday with a British detective."

"You also spent Christmas with two Englishmen." Sherlock said mercilessly.

Krista: "..."

Christa didn't want to speak, turned around indifferently and walked back.

The girl walked in front, and Sherlock watched her back with dim eyes.

The message from Mycroft on the phone lay quietly in an unknown corner, and the most important part of the information was firmly remembered in his mind.

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Charlotte Greenton, the woman who bears a five-point resemblance to Christa, is not the Greentons' biological child.This matter was not determined by means such as genetic testing, but was inadvertently found out by the person in charge of this matter under McCoff.Charlotte and Greenton are long dead, and it is impossible to do genetic testing.

As for Charlotte herself, there is no relevant material to prove where she came from, and the Greentons have no adoption records from the orphanage.Almost everyone thought that Charlotte was the biological daughter of the Greentons, but in fact she had no blood relationship with the Greentons.On this point, the Greentons kept secret.

Mycroft also kindly presented some other records of Charlotte's life experience.With the same keen insight and elusiveness as Christa, coupled with the similar face to Christa, it is hard to believe that these are two strangers who have no intersection in time and space.

Sherlock was rarely silent in front of this document.

He put his hands in the pockets of his coat and pressed his thumbs on the phone. After a slight beep, he pressed the off button as if nothing had happened.

Christa, who was walking in front, stopped and turned around, her eyebrows reflected in the moonlight and snow, "I just heard a strange movement... It sounded like someone was stepping on something? But there was no one else in the yard. "

She was a little puzzled, but didn't take it too seriously.

"It's a stray cat." He motioned her to turn her eyes to one side, and sure enough, there was a black cat squatting on the low wall of the yard, with green eyes, like the legendary ghost.Under the low wall, there were several other cats curled up in a ball, not to be underestimated, but the cat's eyes were like floating will-o'-the-wisps, quite gloomy under the moonlight.

She looked at Sherlock again, "It's cats. Go back first, don't scare them."

The detective followed her footsteps and glanced back at the bamboo bench in the courtyard. Everything was silent under the moonlight.

After they entered the house, a figure wrapped in thick clothes slowly stood up beside the low wall.

Judging from the body shape, it can be judged that this is a rather tall woman, wearing a windbreaker with a hood, a few strands of hair leaked from the forehead to cover the eyes, and half of the face was hidden in the scarf, which was tightly covered. .

She stood outside the low wall for a while, saw the lights in the room turned on, and said softly: "Happy New Year."

After saying this, she lowered the brim of her hat, turned and left.A low-key car was parked not far away. She walked over quickly and opened the door to get in the car. The cold outside quickly melted into the warmth inside the car. She breathed a sigh of relief, and her clenched hands slowly Let go, and eventually calm down to normal.

"Let's go." She stared at a certain point in the sky without blinking, and finally ordered lightly.

I came here on purpose just to take a look at her from a distance, I shouldn't have come here, but I still came here by accident, I didn't expect these two people to be still wandering outside so late.

Traveling all the way is just to go to this meeting that cannot meet again.

Fortunately, it was all over soon....

But Sherlock Holmes... She lowered her eyes slightly, her posture was dignified and elegant. The variables brought by this man had exceeded her expectations. If she stopped him from continuing to investigate, she would startle the snake. She had to think carefully about how to go next.

...The Holmes family really didn't have a good thing.

Christa looked out of the window, and the sky had already started to snow again, which soon filled up the bamboo chairs in the yard, and the sky was faintly broken by a line of whiteness, like dimmed snow.

"I still think someone was there just now."

Even though she thought so, she didn't verify this conjecture just now - because it wasn't necessary.

Sherlock was adjusting the temperature of the air conditioner, and he replied casually: "Of course, there are sneaky shadows everywhere, who do you think it is?"

Krista closed the window, "You know I don't have much to notice, so... probably it has something to do with my mother's death."

He looked up at Christa's direction, and said casually, "It's almost dawn."

"It's the first morning of the New Year." Christa looked up at the sky that had slowly faded away from the night coat, gradually revealing the pure white and gentle sky blue, and smiled emotionally. "And then spring will come."

The sky in the distance split from the junction of black and white, and the skylight jumped out of that gap.

The world is bright.

The girl turned her head, her eyes bright and her teeth bright, smiling.

"Good morning, Mr. Holmes."

***

The New Year in the small town is not very lively, but it looks cold because there are few pedestrians on the street.

On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, Christa received a call about a class reunion.Krista, who was halfway through the game of Go, lacked interest in this, she responded briefly, her eyes swept across the board, and dropped another chess piece by the way.

Sherlock pinched a sunspot, pursed his thin lips slightly, looking at the chessboard with a not relaxed expression.

Christa threw the chess piece into the chess box, and looked at him with one hand on her chin: "Detective, don't think about it, you have already lost."

Sherlock put down the pawn.

"Would you like to play something else? It's boring to play with these things every day." Krista's eyes were half-closed, her posture was laziness.

Sherlock withdrew his loose expression, "That classmate of yours who hides a secret?"

Krista nodded and added, "The most boring social event you hate."

The detective's eyes lit up slightly, and he made a final decision.

"go."

The days when there were no cases to investigate made him extremely irritable. There were no heinous cases published in Chinese newspapers, and detectives only had the only entertainment to pass the time, playing chess.

What surprises will Krista, a classmate who can see through at a glance, bring?She's indisputably hiding something.A class reunion, a chance to meet all kinds of people with different minds, and by the way, something about Krysta.Sherlock couldn't wait to think analytically.

No detective who is so fretful about a case that he even wants to go back to London is no longer picky about puzzles.

Christa didn't expect him to agree so simply, and Krista, who originally wanted to use Sherlock as an excuse to refuse, replied reluctantly and took Sherlock out.

"First we met at the KTV on De'an Road, then we had dinner at a nearby restaurant, and finally...they were going to watch a movie in the evening." Krista read out the procedure of the party, and gave Sherlock a strange look, "Are you really Can you accept social activities with so many people?"

"Krista, I don't have social phobia. Why do you repeat this boring question over and over again if you know that?" The detective's tone was high, and his posture was as sure as he was a social master with ease.

"Then I hope you can have a good time." Christa shrugged, "Go to the movies too? A happy love story with a happy ending after twists and turns?"

"Why would I go to such a boring thing?" The detective replied without thinking.

The corner of Christa's mouth twitched, and she realized that Sherlock was just bored enough to conduct his biological research observations.Party or something, I guess Sherlock didn't even understand the meaning of this word.

Even so, she took Sherlock to the party without hesitation.

Anyway, if Sherlock repeats his old habit, um...she won't be the one to be embarrassed. ...and it couldn't be Sherlock either.

Thinking of this, she silently lit a candle for her former classmates.

The deafening singing continued to stimulate the eardrums, and various accompaniments were mixed together, matched with the tune that had already run away from home, which was particularly ear-piercing.

Christa couldn't help frowning, and hastily opened the frosted door.

It was very noisy inside the box, but it was much quieter than outside.Seeing that the door was opened, several couples of young men and women who were laughing and joking immediately looked at the door.

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There was a smiling girl standing against the light. Behind her, the tall young man looked indifferent, but when he lowered his head and swept the hair on the top of the girl's head, there was a little inadvertent softness in his eyes.