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

Sivir fidgeted a little.

For Mr. Holmes who is about to show up, he doesn't know what attitude he should use to face him.

The person I like has nothing left for me, and I just want him to give her things to another person.Even the great saints can't be tolerant to that extent, can they?

He was thinking wildly, seeing Christa put down her phone, raised her chin slightly, "Someone is here."

The young man walked over against the light, and Christa got up and passed him shoulder to shoulder, and nodded to each other. "I'll go back first, you guys talk about it yourself." Krista is not interested in pursuing secrets. Speaking of which, she hasn't met the teacher yet, so I don't know if it would be bad to interrupt so boldly?

With that in mind, she pushed open the glass door and walked away.

Sherlock sat down, and habitually analyzed the opponent first, a goldfish with nothing special.

Christa had already mentioned the other party's intention in the text message, and Sherlock, who didn't want to waste much time on this matter, asked directly: "Flora Davis? Does she have something for me? See you look, is she dead?"

The detective's attitude was cold and indifferent. Sivir realized that he might be wrong this time, so he calmed down and said, "Mr. Holmes, I put the things at home, please come back with me. Please tell me, Flora... ...Why did you come to me? As far as I know, you are a well-known detective in the industry..."

Flora died at sea, and he didn't understand why Flora boarded the ship bound for San Francisco.

"I need to see what she gave me first." Sherlock frowned, and Flora's behavior was obviously beyond his expectations.

***

Christa didn't go back directly to 221B, but turned a corner and went to Professor Smith's house.

The one who opened the door for her was a little boy in a plaid shirt and a bow tie. He poked half his head out of the door and looked at her suspiciously.

A flash of light flashed in Christa's mind, "Sheldon?"

"Do you know me?" The little boy was a little surprised that she called out his name directly.

She nodded, "I mentioned you in the teacher's letter. Isn't the teacher at home?"

"Professor Smith said he was going to buy some food and would be right back."

"Then Sheldon, you don't mind inviting me in, do you?" She tilted her head and smiled.

Christa is more familiar with Professor Smith's house than Hilton, but the layout of the house is quite different from before she left London.

A long table is placed in the center of the living room, on which there are revolving train tracks and small model trains.

"Go and play by yourself. Leave me alone." She could see that the child didn't really want to get along with her.

Very cute kid.She held her chin and thought as she looked at Sheldon's back.

Professor Smith probably bought some food at a nearby market and returned soon.

Krista got up and gave him a big hug.

Professor Smith smiled kindly, "How is the new year? I heard from my old friend that you took Sherlock back with you?"

The old friend that Professor Smith refers to is Christa's grandfather.

"No, I didn't take him back, he went there by himself." She denied it, but she didn't explain the complicated reasons.Even though Professor Smith is an excellent musician who gives gifts and pistols, Krista doesn't want to involve the teacher in her own shit.

Professor Smith smiled meaningfully upon hearing this.

He turned to introduce Sheldon again, "This is a very interesting kid I met in America."

Krista half-bent, keeping herself as tall as him, then held out her hand, smiling, "Hi, I'm Krista, Krista Heard."

Sheldon hesitated, and took her hand, "Sheldon, Sheldon Cooper."

"Would you like a glass of orange juice?" Professor Smith liked Sheldon very much, and treated him much more kindly than his two students.

Sheldon was sitting next to Christa holding a large glass of orange juice, his legs couldn't reach the ground due to his height, and he dangled in the air.

He looked at Krista curiously.

Professor Smith also mentioned Christa in front of Sheldon, "She is a very good child and very smart, but she lacks a little enthusiasm for music, otherwise she must have the potential to become an excellent violinist. Thank you You'll love her, Leighton."

Because of Sheldon's presence, Professor Smith didn't ask too much about Krista's homework. Anyway, music is no different than anything else. As long as he listens to it, he can tell whether Krista has practiced well.

After chatting with Sheldon for a few words, Christa and Sheldon decided on the general direction of the topic.

physics.atomic physics.

Although Christa, who is well versed in conversation, doesn't know much about this aspect, it doesn't prevent her from making the conversation go on happily with her superficial knowledge of physics.

"Sheldon came to London to participate in a challenge." At the end of the talk, Professor Smith mentioned the reason why this American genius came to London.

Krista joked casually, "What challenge? Are all kinds of geniuses competing on the same stage?"

Professor Smith took a look at her, indicating that her guess was correct.

“It was brought up by a genius who was very active in the media recently, and he challenged geniuses all over the world. The media who are afraid of chaos in the world are taking advantage of this to hype it.”

"Sensational!" Professor Smith commented unexpectedly.

"I haven't paid much attention to the news in these areas recently. I didn't know that such an interesting thing happened in London." She blinked. "Are there many people who cooperate with this obvious hype?"

Professor Smith is also familiar with these hype methods, "There is a huge team behind that genius to hype him, this time the challenge will be made into a program broadcast on TV, and the final winner will have a prize of [-] pounds. Anyone can get £[-]. Fame and money will naturally attract many people."

"There are still some arrogant geniuses who can't stand provocation." Christa took a sip of orange juice, "Sheldon came to this show to prove himself?"

This child's personality is also very cute. As a child, I always hope that I am the most special one.

"Aren't Mom and Dad coming to London with you? After all, you are still a genius underage." Christa tilted her head, and Sheldon sat on the side in a well-behaved manner.

One hundred thousand pounds is indeed very attractive to an ordinary family. The Cooper family does not belong to the wealthy class. No wonder his parents let him participate in this program.

"His mother wants to accompany him, but there are other children in the family who need to be taken care of. I have a good relationship with his grandmother, so I offered to take care of him during this period of time in London." Professor Smith explained.

"Will you get used to it?" Krista looked curious. "When I first came to London last year, I felt like I would die of British food one day."

"It's okay." Sheldon paused, "There are no prayers before meals here."

"Because we don't believe in God."

"Coincidentally, I don't believe it either. But my mother does."

……

"You are a bit like my neighbor." She had a pleasant conversation with Sheldon, with a mysterious smile, "He must be very happy to meet you."

"You can come to 221B to play with me when you have time. I will learn more about physics, which will make our next conversation more enjoyable."

"I'm glad you did, Professor Smith is right, you are a very interesting and intelligent person."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

Christa walked back to 221B with a happy mood. Sherlock, a genius who can't even understand the common sense that the earth revolves around the sun, and Sheldon, a physics enthusiast, really look forward to their getting along!

You can probably see Sherlock's funny expression.

This happy mood only lasted until she saw the bouquet of white roses planted on the door of 221B.

There are no cards with any hints, just a bunch of lonely white roses.

This is not the first time that Christa has seen white roses in the past few days. In fact, the day before she returned to London, she was talking with Sherlock about putting a bouquet of white roses in front of Jiang Li's grave.

She didn't realize what was wrong until she finished speaking at that time - it was not Jiang Li who liked Bai Qiangwei, but her real mother.They commemorated her with the white roses in May. The land where wronged souls and rotting bodies were buried was full of white roses, which was the only trace that proved that she had been to the world.

This flower always seems to be ominous.

Christa and Sherlock went to Jiang Li's tomb to worship overnight, and Sherlock got a few white roses from nowhere.

In front of the tomb of the artist who loved brilliantly and died tragically, there is a bouquet of dry roses with white petals, like the color of mourning clothes.

Sherlock judged that the bouquet of white roses was placed in front of the grave about half a month ago, but who would pay homage to Jiang Li in this way?

That's another mystery.

She has no way of knowing what information Sherlock got from that quiet cemetery. From the first second she saw Sherlock, she ran wildly on the road out of control, and even she sometimes felt confused.

Has she really experienced the absurd love and hate in the past and present life?Who is she?Not Krista, not Jiang Yuebai, who else in this world can name her?

Christa stood silently for a while, took the bouquet of flowers, and knocked on the door of the Mr. Agent next door who had been monitoring 221B.

The other party showed her the surveillance. The person who gave the flowers was just an ordinary woman. She probably ran a flower shop.She put the flowers in front of the door of 221B, stepped on her small tricycle again, and there were still many slim flower branches on it.

"Enlarge this picture." Christa pointed to one of the pictures, and the other party followed suit. After zooming in, she found that it was a string of numbers, belonging to a certain flower shop.

Christa dialed without hesitation.After a while, she put down the phone with complicated emotions.

The other party placed an order for this bouquet of flowers online. The payment was not through a bank card, but a woman handed it to the shopkeeper on her behalf. The woman directly confessed that someone gave her [-] pounds for her to pay.

Very cautiously, he made several turns, leaving no room for Christa to find her.

"Oh." She smiled, and the Mr. Agent standing beside her was a little far away from her. Although Christa was not as troublesome as Sherlock, she was more troublesome than Sherlock in some aspects.He didn't want to face the trouble of Krista for the time being.

"Thank you." She thanked lightly and left with the bouquet of white roses. The agent saw on the surveillance screen that she ruthlessly threw the bouquet of white roses into the trash can on the street.

***

What Sivir said was hidden under the bed, it was a metal cryptex, not big in size.

It took him a while to take out the box. The surface of the box was clean, and the dust on it had only been wiped off two days ago.

There is nothing special about the small box, not even a few patterns.

"I tried it, but it can't be opened, and there is no password." Sivir smiled wryly, and generously explained his desire to open the box.

Sherlock didn't speak, and directly entered a string of numbers, and the box lid jumped open.

"What is this?" Sivir was surprised.

"As you can see, it's a pocket watch." He reached out and took out the very familiar pocket watch. The golden frame gave off a cold luster of metal, and the cover was covered with intricate rose patterns. Look out for the Latin vocabulary.

Maius.

The name of a goddess. May also be called May.The corresponding word in English is may.

A pocket watch almost identical to Krista's.

The biggest difference should be the material. Krista's piece is made of pure gold, while this piece is made of some special metal, and its properties should be very similar to pure gold.

He tried to disassemble the watch by using the method he used to open Christa's pocket watch. This time, he needed more skills, but with the experience of last time, Sherlock untied the small mechanism smoothly, and Did not let it be scrapped all at once.

The dial "clicked", and the two halves were separated from it, revealing a small black and white miniature photo.

Sivir leaned over.

Sherlock stared at the photo with complicated eyes.

There are two young girls in the photo, a pure oriental girl who looks a little older, and Sherlock has no impression of her face at all.The other facial features are more three-dimensional, showing a sense of mixed blood, with shoulder-length hair hanging behind his head.She stared at the camera blankly, timidly, with a shy smile.

"It's a bit like Christa." Sivir pointed at the mixed-race girl.

"It's not her." Sherlock denied coldly, his eyes never moving away from the photo.

It's Krista.

Sherlock was absolutely sure that this was her once.

the real her.

The author has something to say: Note: There is a hint of Flora's ending in the previous article, but I think you must have missed it.

Sheldon, referring to "Little Sheldon", the timeline is privately set.