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

It was broad daylight when Sheldon woke up, and Sherlock was sitting in the corner of the room reading a newspaper.

Sherlock returned safely.

Shelton breathed a sigh of relief, he vaguely understood what happened last night, but Christa repeatedly emphasized that it didn't matter—even if Christa's presence in this house last night was not a normal thing in itself. things.

Another thing that makes him happy is that today he can finally finish recording the damn show.When Esther and Colby stared at him, it gave him a creepy feeling.

"Good morning, Sherlock," he greeted.

Sherlock's attitude towards him was still lukewarm, "Good morning."

Sheldon sat on the edge of the bed shaking his calf, and after a little effort got dressed, he went downstairs for breakfast.

When he saw the people sitting at the table, Sheldon slowly raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.Krista looked up at him and smiled.

Esther was not there, Colby was eating the fried egg on his plate with his head down, the Japanese girl was frowning and was dividing the bread with a knife and fork, the Frenchman was holding a book of poetry in his hand, an empty plate was in front of him, Ke Lista sat at the end of the long dining table, holding a glass of milk in both hands.

It was an unbelievably quiet morning.

"Krista? Why are you here?" Sheldon still asked his own doubts first, after all, it was still the recording time of the show.

"Come to pick you up." Krista pointed to the place in front of her, "Let's have breakfast first."

"Has the show ended yet?" Sheldon's eyes lit up. He actually didn't like to get along with these people.The French seem to be talking about it every day. It’s true that Esther and Colby are smart, but their behavior is really annoying. As for the only girl of the same age, the other party doesn’t know a few words of English. Communication barriers prevent them from having fun together.

"It's over. You can go home today, but in a few days there will be a shoot between you and Colby." Krista checked the date on her phone, "Three days later, on the 17th. We will then come over."

"Compared to what?" Sheldon glanced at Colby quietly, the eggs on his plate were sliced ​​into pieces, and he seemed to be wandering away.

"A physics problem?" Krista joked, "Dear, it's up to you to decide."

After discussing with the program team, Christa took Sheldon away.As for Sherlock, Mycroft had contacted him early in the morning, and he didn't know what the two brothers were busy with these days.Although there have been no extraordinary cases in London recently, it does not mean that the world is peaceful-this can be seen from the recent comings and goings of Baker Street, whether familiar or unfamiliar faces.The people gathered on Baker Street seemed to be denser than before, and Christa sometimes wondered whether this was surveillance or protection in disguise.

After she left with Sheldon, the Frenchman ate the bread with jam gracefully, went upstairs and knocked on the concealed door.

Christa took Sheldon back to Professor Smith's home, bent over to give him a hug, and turned to 221B.

Standing in the doorway was a young woman in a long rococo-style dress and an exaggerated hat in the same style, looking as if she had just attended a masquerade ball.She folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen, raised her slender swan neck high, saw Christa coming, and walked a short distance in her direction with her skirt lifted.

Aurora Sifle.

"So do you have something important?" Krista took out the cup and saucer, "Coffee or tea?"

"Coffee, two spoons of honey and half a piece of sugar, thank you." The woman sitting on the narrow sofa replied subconsciously.

"You're welcome." Christa placed the cup with the rose pattern in front of her eyes, and then sat down, "Now we can talk about your reason for coming, Miss Sifle."

"I'm getting married." She held the coffee cup for a long time before bluntly saying such a sentence.

"So?" Christa raised her eyebrows, "I remember that we have never lived together, you can't expect me to take you on a romantic and thrilling escape from marriage."

Aurora's face flushed when she heard the words, she rubbed the handle of the coffee cup helplessly, and said in a low voice: "...I...I have no other intentions, I just want to come to see you...just to meet..."

"For Cecil?" Christa was not too surprised, she tapped her index finger on the rim of the cup, and it glowed a kind of transparent luster against the white porcelain.

"Well." Aurora gave an affirmative answer, she seemed a little sad, "I just want to see... what kind of person he likes. I always feel that I am no worse than anyone, even after seeing you .But..." Tears rippling from her eyes into the coffee cup. "There is really no way to force things like feelings. He doesn't like me, and it hasn't changed for so many years, no matter how hard I try."

After listening to her quietly, Christa smiled slowly, "Do you really think he likes me?"

"He admitted it. You may not know what kind of person he is..." Aurora's rebuttal was interrupted by Christa.

In her eyes, this immature girl, who seemed so ordinary, stared at her with a smile that was not a smile and spoke, her tone was gentle but powerful, and every word hit her heart.

"No, I have always known what kind of person he is. Because he is the same person as me." Christa knew from the moment Cecil's true colors were revealed that if she followed the original track step by step , she must be another Cecil.

"So based on these understandings, I understand that he doesn't like me, and he won't like me." Krista thought for a while, and then added, "If you mean like love."

Aurora suddenly didn't know what to say, tears glistened in her eyes, like a bright diamond.

Christa handed her a piece of paper and said softly: "You and Sherlock have some common traits."

"Me? And the genius from the Holmes family?" Aurora smiled wryly, "I'm just an ordinary person, the kind who can't even decide on my own marriage." She shook her head as she spoke, refusing to believe what Christa said.

"I'm not talking about these superficial traits." Christa's eyes suddenly became far away, "Clean. Pure. This is what you have in common. Such traits are the most likely to attract lunatics. It just so happens that Ceci and I Er is that kind of person."

When she said that she was a lunatic, her posture was still gentle, with a smile on her lips.

Aurora froze.

Christa took the cup again and poured coffee for her, "Cecil said that he likes me, it's just the inevitable attraction between the same kind. And like you and Sherlock, it's the sin and love that people like us are obsessed with , is a predestined obsession. The only difference is that he chose to let you go, but I don't want to let Sherlock go."

Aurora pursed her lips and stared at her blankly, the tears in her eyes spilled onto her skirt one by one.

After a long time, she stood up abruptly, her wide skirt drawing an arc, "Thank you, I'm going to find him." Aurora clenched her fists firmly.

"You're welcome, I didn't mean well." Krista said meaningfully.

This is just a small revenge for Cecil's kidnapping of Sherlock.Who knows how long it took him to make up his mind to let Aurora go?Although she looks innocent and almost stupid, the courage of moths to the flame is the most likely to ignite a dead soul.

Just like Sherlock was to her, no one else could bring this rotten and beautiful skin back to the world except him.

"...Thank you no matter what." Aurora was a little confused by her words, and said sincerely again, "But I still want to ask, are you obsessed with Mr. Sherlock, or is it love?"

Obsession and love are different after all. Christa said she was obsessed with Sherlock, but did not say the most important sentence.

"Does it matter?"

"Emotions are nothing more than absurd things."

"No matter obsession or love, I only have him."

Aurora watched the girl slowly lower her eyelashes like floating feathers, and golden brilliance sprinkled into her eyes from all directions.Amid the rich aroma of coffee and cream, the girl replied in a pale and transparent voice.

***

The paper materials were scattered on a table, and the Holmes brothers sat on both sides of the long table.

"The test report of the leaf you brought over." Mycroft handed him a paper document bag, and Sherlock opened it directly to the end.

It was almost the same as he expected.

After reading the information, he took out a few pills from his pocket. If Esther or Krista were here, he would be able to tell at a glance that these were the medicines Esther was taking.

"Do another test."

Mycroft took it over, "Sherlock, you have really caused me trouble recently."

"Didn't you just enjoy it?" Sherlock resealed the file, "I need to take this copy with me."

"Of course, you can. By the way, you can also take away another news. As you expected, my brother, Jiang Li's tomb buried the ashes of two people. But no one knows who the other one is, or even whether there is any Even if Jiang Li is buried, no one can be sure."

"...but it looks like you already know the truth, which is really nice."

Mycroft's expression was a little unpredictable. He was still a little surprised when Sherlock asked him to do this. After all, like his brother, when the case was solved to the point of confusion, he could do anything.

I came here to deal with him specifically for this matter, please ask him to investigate in a roundabout way instead of using some immoral but more effective means, which shows how much he values ​​that little girl, Krista.

A few months ago, Mycroft couldn't have imagined that his younger brother, who only had eyes for murder and was ready to spend his whole life with his skull, would... fall in love... Was that the word used?

"By the way, Sherlock, I haven't congratulated you for getting what you want." Mycroft naturally heard about the absurd kidnapping case, and Christa's behavior was just as Sherlock wanted.

As for entering the game, although Sherlock was intentional about it, Cecil's game design was obviously clumsy and out of standard. With their experience of fighting for so long, no matter how confused Cecil was, he would definitely not make such a stupid plan. Come.Mycroft thinks there must be interesting details to dig out—such as the third party who has been hiding behind the scenes.

Sherlock curled his lips imperceptibly when he thought of something, and the light in his eyes flickered for a moment.

Although Krista showed more affection for him this time than he expected at first, but,

"not enough."

"I want her for the rest of my life."

The tone is calm and paranoid.