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

Ming Anna doesn't like the recently hired guy named Krell, he's greedy and doesn't know how to advance or retreat, he's a bit smart, but unfortunately he's cunning.It stands to reason that Anna is far from being an upright person, but it makes her feel cunning and insidious. One can imagine the extent of Krell's tricks.

She could not understand why such a person should temporarily take over that part of Emma's duties.

Ming Anna is not someone who can suffer this kind of grievance.She grew up in the British branch of the organization since she was a child. Although she has no parents, she is free and happy enough.After she became an adult, she gradually began to infiltrate things inside the organization. At that time, the headquarters of the organization was transferred to the UK, and the powers were alternated. She was appreciated by her current boss, and she came to this point smoothly under her protection. To be more intimate.

So she complained about it without hesitation.

The woman who is her boss just smiled helplessly, "If you want more rights, I can give them to you too."

"I have enough things in my hands." Ming Anna didn't want more power, "But Krell is not worth reusing. Even Slater doesn't like this kind of person." Between her words The room was full of disdain for Claire, "Although the last incident was said to be for Miss Christa, his behavior is already considered a betrayal. I don't understand the meaning of your doing this?"

The woman tapped lightly on the table, "It's because he's not worth it."

"Ok?"

"Ambition and desire are good things, but excessive ambition and desire are not." She said meaningfully, "I was making some plans, and the fact that Christa and Sherlock got mixed up caught me off guard. Here I made some mistakes in this matter."

When it comes to Christa, she is more helpless.

"The two of them, didn't you expect it a long time ago?" Ming Anna felt that this matter was ridiculous. They and Holmes were fighting openly and secretly, wishing to send each other to death. As a result, the most important "chips" of the two parties suddenly got together. up.

But this is not too surprising, she has heard this boss worry about it for a long time.

"Sherlock Holmes, he and Christa have some traits in common, but he has the kind of sincerity and purity that Christa lacks. It's destined that Christa will fall in love with him one day. "

A prophecy.

The woman shook her head, "I'm not talking about Christa, I know her well enough to not misjudge her. The one who made me misjudge is Sherlock Holmes."

"These two brothers in the Holmes family are too unlike each other. I shouldn't treat this little Mr. Holmes in the same way as I judged Mycroft."

she sighed.

"For you, as long as Miss Christa likes this, it's enough. Even if it's a Sherlock Holmes."

The woman didn't expect her to say that, she was silent for a while and let out a sigh of relief, "You're right. But I'm even more afraid that Christa won't be able to bear such feelings."

Sherlock Holmes, since he has paid, he is bound to get the same or more reward.

But the reward Sherlock wants to ask for is exactly what Christa can't give.Everything that Christa shows is just a subconscious desire for exclusiveness and an obsessive attachment to some qualities in Sherlock that she can't ask for.

Krista can't love.

No matter how complicated or superficial love and hatred are, they only exist between people.

But how do you want a god who has no desires and desires to love others?

***

"It's been a long time since anyone called me by my name." Christa was a little dazed when Sherlock called her name. "In the past, very few people called my name. The last person who called my name was Jiang. Qi Le is the other person in the photo."

"...But she is already dead." After a long silence, Christa added this sentence.

"Who is she to you?" Sherlock still held Christa's hand and did not let go. Her hand was colder than ordinary people's, like the hard ice of a mountain that cannot be covered in December.

Christa watched Sherlock hold her hand, slender and pale but extremely powerful, with a thin callus on the fingertips.She covered her fingers in an interlocking gesture.

"It's a very important person. If she is still alive, she may be more important than you."

"Maybe?"

"Ah, yes." She didn't seem to realize how irritating it was for her to say it. "She's my past. The whole past."

"I think you are interested in learning about your girlfriend's unknown past? Sherlock." She didn't look at him, but spoke slowly in an erratic tone.

"Always," Sherlock said.

"Then let's start from the very beginning." She never thought that one day she would be able to sit down calmly and tell someone about her past. "You know, I'm of mixed race." But before that photo appeared, she always thought of herself as a pure oriental, which is one of the reasons she firmly believed in "time travel", but after the photo appeared, she realized that It was probably just a clumsy psychological hint, and she subconsciously persuaded herself to believe in the fact of "traveling", which resulted in such a result.

"Unlike Krista, my mother is European, but I don't know which country she belongs to, but it doesn't matter. My father, Jiang Fanlan, is a true oriental, he is from a very old family Descendants, it may not be accurate to say family, because from my personal experience, I think it is more like a religious organization."

"Jiang Fanlan is the person in power of this organization." She is reluctant to call him father. "The nature of this organization is a bit like a mysterious organization like the Freemasonry in European legends, but it is still different. After all, this organization has not been affected. Religious persecution."

"You know, organizations like this always have their purpose. This organization has existed for nearly 600 years, and there is their shadow behind the famous witch hunt in history. Jiang Fanlan is the unswerving implementation of this purpose One of those, my mother and I are products of that purpose."

"What's their purpose?" Sherlock keenly grasped the blurred point from Krista's words.

Krista opened her mouth, barely uttering two syllables.

"—God-making."