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

It all begins.

Christa clearly read the meaning from Sherlock's expression.

Pills! The little girl was thinking aggrievedly while opening her mobile browser to find the restaurant with the highest rating on Baker Street.

Being cheated by Sherlock so much that she didn't even have lunch, and now suffering from hunger and cold, she is really the most pitiful person on the street.

"Sherlock, do you want to go together?" The little girl who chose a good restaurant asked politely, "Nelson's Restaurant, their pasta reviews are very good."

"You mean that French restaurant that serves Italian food? Their chef's grasp of sugar..."

"Are you going?" The little girl who was dizzy from hunger interrupted his harsh evaluation coldly.

"go."

……

The sugar content of the vanilla cupcake is just right, sweet and soft.It is a blessing in life to cooperate with the soothing piano music in the restaurant.

Krista enjoys forking the cream ball on top, squinting her eyes.The cake is so delicious, it's obviously Sherlock who is picky!

Forced to find fault, Sherlock Holmes stared at the plate, "Krista, do you know how many spoonfuls of sugar they put on this plate?"

"Sir, three scoops. A very good portion."

"You'll gain at least two pounds after eating it."

"Impossible. You are a scientific supremacist, you should know that genes determine whether I eat fat or not." As she spoke, she took another bite of the strawberry on top.

"I have absolutely no idea why you would like something so cloyingly sweet." Sherlock frowned and put down his fork.

"Hey! Well," she struggled with grammar for two seconds, "sweets always make people feel better. It makes me happy, just like Murder in London did for you."

To be honest, Sherlock's obsession with murder is incomprehensible.

"How can they be compared!"

Christa nodded in agreement, "That's right, how can a completely unappetizing murder compare to my little cake."

"Based on your five desserts a day, congratulations, Christa, ten years from now you will become one of the most shameful causes of death in London due to cardiovascular disease, which is not even worth studying."

……

She put down her fork and said confidently, "Why do I have to let others study how I died! And I won't be staying in London in ten years! Most importantly, I only ate three small cakes today."

"You will still eat two pieces at night, one piece of chocolate mousse and one piece of honey cheese. Your eyes just stayed in the window of the dessert shop opposite for six more seconds."

Maddow! How angry! Krista glared at him angrily.

"Are you finished? Then we can go." Someone who didn't care at all glanced at the clock in the restaurant. "Forty-five minutes."

"...do what?" Christa stared at him warily.

"At four o'clock in the afternoon, there is a Kunqu opera performance in the Chinese restaurant at 157 Baker Street. It's written in your notepad."

"Why do you want to read my notepad!" Christa wanted to smear the cake on his face.

"The code you used in writing is very interesting. It took me 2 minutes to decipher it."

Of course, even the simplified version of the password made by that person is difficult to decipher.No, that's not the point!

"Why did you open it? It is very rude, Mr. Holmes!"

"It's on the pile of newspapers."

A genius cannot communicate with the logic of a normal person.Christa, who was deeply aware of this again, moved away from the topic with the last of her reason. "Sherlock, what did you mean just now, you want to go to the Kunqu Opera performance with me?"

"Is there any problem? Christa, your hearing has not deteriorated to such an extent." Mr. Holmes moved the plate away in disgust.

Christa was still immersed in the surprise of "Oh my god! Sherlock actually wants to participate in human activities other than solving the murder case" and couldn't help herself, so she didn't notice his small movements.

After being amazed, she corrected her attitude, "There are no anti-human cases worthy of you, right?" This must be asked clearly, she doesn't want to get involved in these weird cases anymore.

And, I can't even eat it!!

"Krista, don't give me that weird look. That Chinese restaurant is safe, no murders, no explosions. Boring safe."

"Then why don't you continue to study your murder bomb terrorists?" Krista almost couldn't help rolling her eyes.Speaking of this, she suddenly realized, "Since it doesn't matter, it is the case of Aisha Field. Chinese restaurant...Flora Davis!"

He showed appreciation, "This restaurant is under the name of Flora Davis, and it was a birthday present from the old Davis."

"Why would you give an Englishman a Chinese restaurant as a birthday present?" Unexpectedly, the little girl with such a relationship cut open the vanilla cake and took a bite out of it.

"Old Davis likes Chinese food very much. Didn't you feel this in the Reliance restaurant? It seems that your brain automatically degenerates into a goldfish brain in the face of food."

...I am used to Chinese food, but I really haven't felt the Chinese style in this kind of nondescript British restaurant.

Krista was too lazy to argue with him, and wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue, "Okay, then you continue to investigate your interesting cases. I'll go back to practice the piano."

"No, you just want to go back to that stupid talk show on London TV."

"A very interesting program, isn't it good!" Before, I could only watch the broadcast in China. It is rare to have the opportunity to watch the live broadcast. How can I not cherish it.At the very least, it is much more interesting than the news like 'the famous daughter killed three people in a row, Scotland Yard was unable to solve the case'.

"We can't waste any more time. We have to hurry over there." Sherlock ignored her pointless rebuttal.

"Sir, can you understand English? Idon't, not. Shall I speak to you again in German?" She could imagine the hideous expression on her face.

"You will go." Sherlock was determined, stood up, and threw the light black windbreaker to her.

Subconsciously following the clothes he threw, Krista blinked in confusion.

"Aren't you too cold?"

That's right, but what does this have to do with me not going?Could it be that Sherlock has finally picked up the virtues of a gentleman?

Seeing her confusion, Sherlock's lips curled up slightly, "I saw you put your wallet on the table when you walked in this morning."

……

No money to pay the bill! No key to enter the door! Two thunderbolts fell on her at the same time, almost splitting her whole body into pieces.

Keys, bank cards, and cash are all in the wallet.Mrs. Hudson didn't have a spare key for the third floor either.Thinking of opening the door this morning and seeing Sherlock, he was so mad that he forgot everything.She wants to cry now.Sherlock and her fates are at odds, so it's not compatible!

"I have a wallet with me, and I can pick the lock." Sherlock pulled the corner of his lips, and Christa only felt that he was smiling maliciously.

However, "Sherlock, let's enjoy Kunqu Opera. I must take this opportunity to introduce you to such a classical and elegant Chinese art."

The little girl's tone, demeanor, and movements were all calm and composed, and she kept her face unchanged when she talked nonsense.

So, after all the twists and turns today, Christa finally came to this Chinese restaurant with Kunqu opera performances before four o'clock as originally planned.

The decoration of the whole restaurant is very Chinese classical style, from the octagonal palace lantern with hanging tassels, to the sandalwood tables and chairs carved with exquisite dragons, phoenixes and auspicious animals, to the emerald | lustrous blue and white porcelain bowls, every scene and everything is in line with her wishes.

At this time, the restaurant was full of people.The two finally found a place in the corner.

"Your interest in Kunqu opera is completely beyond my speculation. From your experience, you have never been exposed to this ancient culture."

Sherlock, who couldn't understand the babbling lyrics on the stage at all, could only go to Christa, who was leaning comfortably in the large sandalwood chair, half-closed his eyes, and listened attentively to the melodious singing.

Hearing his question, she opened her eyes with clear eyes.

At this time, "Peach Blossom Fan" was folded on the stage, and the green clothes were lightly tossed with water sleeves, and there were all kinds of colorful and beautiful scenery in the eyes, and the singing was lingering, like Kunshan jade broken, and the phoenix crying.

"Jade trees in Jinling are singing dawn, and flowers in Qinhuai waterside pavilions are blooming early. Who knew it would be easy to melt away!"

"Seeing him getting up from Zhulou, seeing him entertaining guests, seeing his building collapse."

The author has something to say: the last paragraph is not a bug, I only remembered it recently when I flipped through my notes.Made me think it was a typo.