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

The activity of catching dolls seems to have stumped two geniuses.

Christa counted the pitiful handful of game coins left in her hand, then turned her head to silently look at Sherlock, who had tense eyes, and expressed her reassurance that the other party did not have any superior skills than her .

As for why she came to grab the dolls, Krista was here to kill time.After all, Jiang Li’s affairs have not progressed for the time being, and she doesn’t want to stay at home all day playing chess with Sherlock—what’s the fun of playing chess with a humanoid cheating machine like Sherlock!!?

But why did Sherlock follow her out!!

The worst part was that he wanted to grab her game currency!

The fluffy doll fell near the exit again, and Sherlock used up the last game currency and walked behind Krista.

Christa held the joystick, without even looking at the game coins, her movements were very casual, without any skills at all.

Sherlock looked at it for a while, "The hook was loosened." It seemed that this sentence could be the perfect reason for his failure to catch the doll.

Christa stuffed another game coin, the hook grabbed a pink and fluffy rabbit doll, and moved carefully back and forth along the fixed track tremblingly.

She stared at it for a while, and sure enough, the doll fell down again near the exit.

"Do you want more?" She handed him the basket containing the game coins, and the "rich" Christa did not hesitate to change a handful of game coins after using up the game coins. this little basket.

Sherlock grabbed two of them and said, "This kind of boring entertainment can only pass the time meaninglessly."

"I didn't ask you to come here." Christa explained the facts calmly. She didn't understand why Sherlock came out with her at all, and she also specifically emphasized that catching dolls was boring for him.

"Which one are you going to catch? This pink rabbit, or that white one?" Sherlock watched her aimlessly manipulate the machine, pretending not to hear her.

"That white rabbit." She said, and deliberately touched the unremarkable lop-eared rabbit mixed in a pile of fluff with the lower hook.

...the only result of this behavior is another wasted coin.

3 minute later.

Christa hugged three identical lop-eared rabbits to her chest with a dazed expression. Her face rubbed against the warm and fluffy fur of the doll, and her eyes were still a little confused. She looked innocent and innocent.

... No, why did Sherlock suddenly catch rabbits... Bah, he caught dolls.

The detective is still standing in front of the doll-catching machine, and seems to want to continue to catch rabbits.Christa, who reacted slowly, blinked, "Sherlock, that's enough, I don't need so many dolls."

After she finished speaking, she watched a fluffy lop-eared rabbit exactly like the ones in her arms falling out of the exit.

Krista: "..."

She turned her gaze and silently glanced at the small open basket with game coins in front of Sherlock.

The boss won't kill them, will he?

After being tormented by Sherlock, Christa lost the nature of continuing to spend money. She handed the game currency to a young couple next to her, and left with two rabbit ears in her left and right hands.

Counting on Sherlock to get it for her?impossible.

The detective hurried after her. "You don't look very happy."

Christa stopped in her tracks, her tone was helpless and funny, "Detective, I expected to spend an afternoon catching that rabbit, but you caught four of them for me in 3 minutes!"

Life and death killed her fun.

What's even more dumbfounding is that the rabbit is what she wanted, and Sherlock helped her achieve her goal ahead of schedule, so she should thank him normally.

Sure enough, coming out with Sherlock is unspeakable.

"Don't you like this rabbit?" The detective actually disliked the silly and cute rabbit doll in his heart, but Christa obviously liked this ugly rabbit.So why not happy?

"It's okay." She lowered her head and glanced at the doll rabbit in her hand, which was much cuter than a certain detective. "Just Mr. Detective, where do you want to go for the rest of the afternoon?"

"To investigate the case." The detective replied without hesitation. "We can go see the mother of your classmate."

He was referring to Zheng Xingrou's mother, the only one who survived the car accident in the previous generation of the Zheng family.

Christa disagrees, "If you take the liberty to come to the door, you will startle the snake."

"I thought that from the time I set foot on this land, I was already awe-inspiring."

"...I don't believe you didn't go to find out secretly by yourself." Christa looked at him for a while, with reasonable doubts.

The debunked detective looked calm, "Yes, I did find some relevant people to understand the situation. But this matter was handled very cleanly, and the information I can get is very limited."

"I don't think I can get more information than you if I go." Christa bit her lip, a little noncommittal to Sherlock's proposal.

"You'll want to meet her." The detective said in an ambiguous tone.

"That's as you wish, dear detective." She rubbed the limp rabbit ears in her hands, and there were thoughts that no one saw in her downcast eyes.

***

Sherlock was already familiar with visiting Zheng Xingrou's mother, and it was Zheng Xingrou who opened the door for them this time.

Christa made a phone call to confirm before coming to the door, so Zheng Xingrou was not surprised by the two's visit—even though their purpose was to meet her mother.

The former Zheng Xingrou also knew something about her father's secretive death. She knew that the relationship involved was very complicated, and she also understood that Krista, like her, was the victim of the car accident.

"Come in first, Mom is already waiting for you." Zheng Xingrou hid her complicated face and turned sideways to avoid it.

The last time Zheng Xingrou came here, her mother and stepfather were not at home, but this time they were all there.

Zheng Xingrou's stepfather was a gentle and bookish middle-aged man, his wife seemed to have greeted him in advance, she nodded politely and politely when she saw them coming in, and then went out.

A middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa, a beautiful woman wearing an ankle-length dress, with long thick hair that is curly and loose.Seeing them come in, he got up and stood up restrainedly for a while before realizing that he had to ask them to sit down.

She glanced at her curious daughter, and said forcefully: "Xingrou, you go back to your room first, I have something to talk to your classmates."

"Is there anything else I can't know?" She said coquettishly, but the woman was unmoved.

"Go back to your room and finish your homework."

"I don't have homework." She pouted aggrievedly, and finally entered the room obediently.

"I know why you're here." The woman poured them a glass of water, crow's feet finely spread out from the corners of her eyes, and her beautiful face was inevitably stained with the exhaustion of life.

"I knew about your existence a long time ago." She looked at Christa quietly. The mixed-race girl had an exquisite face, which was not similar to the woman with an indescribably melancholy atmosphere in her memory.

"You're not like your mother."

Christa reacted coldly to this, she didn't have any feelings for Jiang Li - you can't expect her to have admiration for a nominal mother who has never even met face to face.

"So what Auntie means is that she met my mother?"

A few strands of hair that were too long in front of her forehead half covered her eyes, and her hands were neatly placed on her knees, making it impossible to understand what she was thinking.

The woman turned to Sherlock, looked at Sherlock for a long time with appraising eyes, and then smiled slowly: "I was wrong, in fact, you and your mother are still very similar in some ways. For example, your eyes are equally different. good."

The author has something to say: Sherlock: ? ?What does it have to do with me!

I'm a little stuck lately, sorry (T^T)