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

When Christa came back, Sherlock was sitting in the living room, the dim sunlight managed to seep in through the heavy curtains, hitting his pale face, and his expression was also obscured by the light.

There was a glass dish on the table in front of him, which contained a light layer of light green branches and leaves, and a light but dazzling aroma diffused in the air.

"This is..." Krystal froze for a moment when she smelled this smell, and she couldn't help frowning after receiving Sherlock's affirmative gaze, "Where did this thing... come from?" She actually had some guesses, but still Feel incredible.

She actually hid it under her nose for so long.

It was exactly the same smell that Sherlock had picked up when he suffered an indiscriminate disaster in the theater, but it smelled stronger today.

No one would think it was a coincidence.

The expressions of both of them were a little dignified.

Christa sat down with a distressed expression, "I didn't expect to have a bad New Year's Eve this year. Sherlock, why do you find yourself unexpectedly wherever you go?"

"I thought it was your own fault. If you had accepted reality and dealt with these troubles earlier, the situation would never have turned out like this." Sherlock tried to prove that it was none of his business.If Christa hadn't let go of those doubts at the beginning, it wouldn't have wiped away those traces after a long time of precipitation.

Christa naturally understood the meaning in his eyes, "Dear detective, please use your brain to think about it. When my mother got into a car accident, I was a fresh graduate? You overestimated me."

"You've been underestimating yourself," Sherlock pointed out mercilessly.

Most of her assessments were inaccurate, and therefore the people behind the scenes made inaccurate judgments.Krista has a habit of hiding her cards, and deeply makes you think that what she shows you is all there is to it, but that is not the case.The person behind the scenes fell into this misunderstanding—he thought he knew Christa well enough, because of a close enough relationship.

But in fact, Christa didn't completely hand over her hole cards to others.

The girl shrugged innocently, "Okay."

The living environment of the previous life made her used to hiding herself, and Jiang Qile wanted to protect her wholeheartedly.In front of Jiang Qile, she would selectively show weakness.

Because she knew that if one day she showed that she could walk through all kinds of calculations without Jiang Qile's protection, it would be a very disappointing thing for Jiang Qile.

Sherlock wasn't accurate enough in his guess on this point.She really did trust one person with all her heart.

But from the beginning to the end, there was only this one.

She was still too stubborn at this time, she didn't know that the world was impermanent, and she didn't know that apart from the cruel factors of life and death, there would be someone who would ask her to give her sincerity and full trust without hesitation.

Christa put away her laughing attitude, and said seriously: "I chatted with Chen Ruoze for a while. Although it was a bit unexpected, I found a lot of interesting points."

Sherlock really showed an interested expression.

"Chen Ruoze only recently became suspicious of the truth of the car accident, probably not long after I went to London. Although he thought it was entirely because he noticed something was wrong, it can be concluded from his words and the way he spoke that someone was involved in this matter guided him."

"Chen Ruoze's parents received a sky-high compensation insurance after their death. If it is converted into pounds... 800 million."

"According to Chen Ruoze's description of his parents' personality, if there is no big difference, his parents would not buy such an expensive insurance, and they cannot afford it given their financial conditions."

"So... I tend to think that this is a life-saving money."

"You see, the value of life is nothing more than a flimsy number donated by the superior."

Christa sighed sadly, and then continued to express her guess, "It stands to reason that only one person is enough to kill my mother, but Chen Ruoze's parents and his uncle are in the car. The other two are completely A meaningless death. I can't think of any value other than making him look more like an accident."

"Honestly, this style of conduct reminds me of an acquaintance."

Sherlock naturally picked up the name she didn't say——

"Cecile."

"I don't think I'm so unlucky enough to run into a bunch of lunatics. There's a good chance that the car accident planner and Cecil are the same person." She paused, but still gave a reason in a low voice, "He should have met before Too bad I don't remember."

"The time he came to me, he used a word in Don Seth's garden—"reunion."

After she finished speaking, she wanted to laugh again, "I forgot that you were outside at that time. I still had a monitor on me at that time. I was really confused by these things."

Sherlock automatically filtered the fact that she had accidentally opened up old accounts, and secretly moved himself into a perfect position where he could stand up and run away in case Krista got involved.

Didn't mean to mention it?No! The detective said he didn't believe it.

"When your mother was in a car accident, Cecil was just a grown-up, and he was able to reach out to China. His identity...is not summed up by a novelist. You know that to be able to do this, he must have a lot of power. Low. Considering his age, I think he belongs to the status of a 'successor'." Sherlock said his conclusion.

Krista: Headache.

"Do you remember Emma?" Sherlock asked again.

Krista nodded, "She knows me, but I don't know her."

"Mycroft is investigating her." The detective sold his cheap brother without hesitation, "Emma also knows Cecil. She is afraid of Cecil's existence. They belong to the same organization."

Christa thought for a while, "Then this organization is deeply involved with London's upper class, including the Byrd family and the Sifull family."

This organization is the mysterious partner of the Byrd family.

She sorted out the clues, "Cecil entered this mysterious organization by chance when he was a teenager, won the appreciation of a high-ranking officer, and successfully became his successor. When we met him, he had already become his successor in the actual sense Right. If he was still in the probationary period, he wouldn't be so unscrupulous, only successful superiors have the right to be willful."

"You forgot that there is another possibility."

"Ugh?"

"Family. The old British aristocrats pay great attention to family inheritance. This organization is not a new organization, but may be an ancient institution that has existed for centuries. This kind of organization is often hierarchical, and a newcomer wants to quickly mix It will be much easier to get a high-level position if you have a family connection."

Christa thought for a while, a trance flashed in her eyes, as if she remembered something.After a long time, she nodded slowly, her smile was a bit weird.

"you're right."

Sherlock noted down her abnormality, but couldn't find an explanation for it for the time being.But this undoubtedly has something to do with her parentage—even if the kinship test exists, he still doesn't think that Krista is "Krista".

He went through the known clues in his mind, and soon, these pieces of information that were revealed unconsciously could piece together a complete message.

He waited for the day when he could solve the mystery of Christa.

Unaware that Sherlock had placed her in a "difficult puzzle" position, Krista struggled a bit.

"Do you think my father has anything to do with the organization Cecil belongs to?"

Sherlock did not immediately deny this statement.

"At least, your father is aware of the existence of this organization."

To be more clear, Andre was most likely fully aware of Jiang Li's car accident and even possibly participated in it.

"It's so pitiful." The light in her eyes fell, and she didn't know who she was talking about.

"You don't have to worry about this kind of thing. Andre at most provided half of Jiang Yuebai's fertilized eggs. What does it have to do with you? Why waste so-called feelings and tears for this, you should use these time more reasonably stand up."

Sherlock, who was trying to comfort people, was off topic as expected.

Christa felt his kindness, but after hearing his nondescript comfort, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Sherlock wisely didn't give Krista a chance to continue on this topic: "I found something in your cupboard, and it contained an ingredient, which was the essence extracted from this plant."

His eyes pointed to the unknown light green liquid on the table.

Christa was stunned for half a second before realizing that what he was talking about was stuffed in that room on Baker Street.

Those were almost all gifts from Andre from time to time. She didn't open many of them, and she never took them to heart.

"Then, where are the things?" She was used to this, and she didn't care about such trivial things as things being turned over.

"Lost it." Sherlock had an innocent face, "You know I had an accident on the way to China."

"Why don't they take your clothes off too!" Krista was mad.

"But I brought another thing." Sherlock answered her words unhurriedly, not caring about her disgusting attitude.

"what."

A crumpled piece of paper slipped from his cuff, as if it had been roughly torn in half from a complete piece of paper.

Krista: "..."

"Do you recognize the handwriting?" Sherlock asked.

"Which is my father's secretary? There are small cards with writing on many gift packages, that's the kind of handwriting." Krista didn't care.

"This kind of writing is left-handed." Sherlock folded the paper.

"...Are you sure?" Christa's eyes froze slightly.

Among Andre's assistants and secretaries, there are no left-handers.

"You don't know? You should be very clear about the difference between the handwriting of the left hand and the left hand." He said as he glanced across her left hand.

She did practice left-handed calligraphy for a period of time in this life, because she was left-handed in her previous life, and she was more used to using her left hand at first, but in order to get closer to the image of "Jiang Yuebai", she can only write right-handed characters.

Sherlock is really...

Although the information Sherlock revealed was too horrifying and the atmosphere should be very dignified, she still wandered for a few seconds

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Sherlock is too talented to be a detective, and the special department under Mycroft is more suitable for Sherlock to shine!

Suddenly a little sympathy for Cecil.