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

The agents lurking in Baker Street think their subject has finally gone mad.

Sherlock Holmes snatched the steering wheel of a taxi, ran four red lights to Baker Street, and broke into 221B like the wind.They secretly clenched the guns around their waists, ready to subdue Sherlock when he completely lost control; at the same time, they reported the matter to their superiors.

But the other party was calm and told them to continue to monitor Sherlock, and told them that Sherlock was just rushing back to accompany his girlfriend.

Single Dog Agent: "..."

All the lights in the room were turned on, as bright as a sunny summer noon.

Krista sat under the curtain with her knees tucked in helplessly, her feet were bare, and her long hair was spread out in front of her knees.The pocket watch was discarded on the floor, and the dial was opened to reveal a photo of the two girls.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Christa raised her head, and there was a little grievance in her eyes that seemed to be an illusion.

"Why did you come back?"

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"...a long time."

Sherlock didn't say much, the excuses that he speeded to 120 yards and even ran a few red lights when he came back were weak, the only fact was that he was not there when Krista was on the verge of collapse.

Sherlock picked her up, he wasn't proficient in this movement, but he quickly adjusted his movements according to the subconscious reaction of Christa's body, making her more comfortable in his arms.

Christa's inner state was actually a little better than she showed, and the time Sherlock had rushed back was enough time for her to sort out the current situation and make the most appropriate judgment.

She has always been calm and calm enough. Whether it was the repeated temptations of Sherlock and Mycroft in a foreign country at the beginning, or the confrontation with Cecil later, Christa has always maintained a kind of rationality and sobriety. In a cold state, even after establishing a relationship with Sherlock, even if she wasn't comfortable enough at the beginning, she quickly became more at ease.

However, at the moment Sherlock appeared, she still felt all the fear, grievance and confusion that had been suppressed in her heart and deliberately ignored exploded in an instant.

Sherlock is strong and reliable enough, and enough to be trusted. By his side, she doesn't have to bear the thorns that will penetrate deep into her flesh and blood alone.

He was the only driftwood she could hold onto, the only salvation.

After thinking about this, Christa realized that she was taken into Sherlock's bedroom.Out of respect for each other's privacy, it was the first time for Christa to enter Sherlock's room. It was not neat and orderly like obsessive-compulsive disorder, but it could be said to be chaotic and orderly.

"Aren't you going to let me down?"

Sherlock hugged her directly and sat down without letting her go.

Christa wasn't quite clear-headed yet, but that didn't prevent her from realizing that Sherlock's behavior was wrong.

Why is she sitting on Sherlock's lap?Isn't there room for her to sit in such a big room?

"I've let you down." Sherlock said confidently, "Don't you need comfort?"

The young man's pale face was within easy reach, and Christa could feel the scorching heat and strong heartbeat of his body.

She didn't answer Sherlock's question, and gently stroked the young man's chest where his heart was beating.

Free, fresh, gorgeous soul.The unique soul belonging to Sherlock Holmes is hidden here.

"There is no need for comfort." She smiled lightly, "It is enough for you to appear."

Sherlock held her hand instead, staring down at her.

It is a very rare gentle expression.

Christa looked back without avoiding it, and there was a gleam in her eyes.

……

"The pocket watch was given to you by Sivir, right?"

"Yeah. Flora's relic."

"No, it's mine." Krista retorted softly.Although Sherlock had already guessed it by herself, the meaning of what she said personally was different.

"Or, it used to belong to me."

Before today, Christa thought that she would keep her unbearable secret until the bones of the loess. Sherlock might always guess but never find the right answer, because no one would believe in such absurd things as time travel, especially for A staunch scientist.

But the appearance of this pocket watch broke some of her long-standing misunderstandings.

Since it was still the same time and space, the appearance of the pocket watch also doomed her to never get rid of the previous nightmare.Then there's nothing more to tell Sherlock.

One day he will know everything, everything about her, everything about her.Like she will have to face those painful and troubled past again one day.

She was frank about her wrong acceptance, "You should have noticed that I made some wrong judgments about my own origin before."

Those intermittent memories were difficult to integrate for a while, and Christa didn't know how to explain them clearly in the shortest language.

Sherlock has shown her utmost patience in this matter.He waited quietly for Krista to tell him everything.

"I remember you always felt that there was a strange sense of peacekeeping in me. That's because I really wasn't Christa. Before today, I always thought I came from another time and space." She said here to see Sherlock's reaction .

The detective opened his mouth to say something absurd, but finally turned a corner, "You know it's impossible, Krista."

The girl raised her hand to cover her eyes, "It's really a ridiculous statement. I didn't believe it at first, and it took me several years to convince myself of this statement."

"I woke up in that car accident and found myself a little girl named Jiang Yuebai. I thought the world was crazy, or it was a silly conspiracy."

"But nothing happened."

"I checked all the information and asked many people, but I couldn't find any traces of my past life... Let's call it my past life. At least it was like that in those few years."

"I even went to find everything in my memory alone, but there is nothing that can match my memory."

"Moreover, this world is indeed different from the one I have been in contact with..." She was quite vague about this paragraph and didn't want to mention it.

"So I let myself accept this statement and make a clean break with the past. Because for me, being Jiang Yuebai is much happier than being myself."

"Although I don't know why I became Jiang Yuebai at all, I don't want to think about it so much. Sherlock, sometimes being a goldfish is actually a good choice."

Living too clearly is a painful thing, so painful that you will doubt whether you have really lived.

"You're not her. You're not Jiang Yuebai, and you're not some stupid goldfish." Sherlock held her body halfway, letting her lie in his arms, while trying to keep his tone gentle and not harsh.He really didn't expect that Christa would have such absurd ideas about his perception. "Mycroft found out that there are two ashes buried in Jiang Li's tomb. Jiang Li and Jiang Yuebai?"

It was only then that Christa noticed that Sherlock seldom used the pronoun "yourmom" when addressing Jiang Li.Sherlock knew early on that she was not Jiang Yuebai.

So even if she didn't find the pocket watch today, Sherlock would reveal the truth to him sooner or later.

But she still shook her head and rejected Sherlock's guess, "It's not Jiang Yuebai."

She probably knew who the other person in the tomb was.

"That should be my mother."

"Do you remember the bouquet of white roses on the grave? It was my mother's favorite flower, I mean my real mother."

"Later, someone gave me a bouquet of white roses. That person must know who I am."

"Everyone knows, only I don't know." She smiled wryly.

"You can tell me who you are. If you care." Sherlock whispered. "Even though I don't care who you are at all."

Whether it's Krista or Jiang Yuebai, or Jiang Fei, or others, it doesn't matter to him.

The girl raised her eyes, and the clear pupils were filled with tiny stars.

"Jiang Fei."

"My name is Jiang Fei."

After many years, she was finally able to say the name that she carefully placed in her heart and refused to forget.

"A Fei."

The detective called out her name in Chinese with a perfect accent, solemnly like an oath.

The author has something to say: Can you see what good things Xiali has done? (touch chin)

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