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

Christa told Colby their speculation. Colby and Esther did have an emergency contact method, but they could only wait for Esther to contact him unilaterally.

Regarding Colby and Esther's plan, Christa chose to remain silent for the time being.

She wasn't a completely good person, and she always obeyed the law just because it would allow her to live better in this world, but once Jiang Qile was involved, there was nothing wrong with being a little out of line.

Jiang Qile is irreplaceable and unique.

Sherlock hates the word unique.

"Why is Jiang Qile unique?" The detective was very dissatisfied with this point, as if he had to prove that he was more important than everyone else.

"Because it happens to be her when I need it most. And only her."

Krista was unwrapping the ribbon on the box that McCoff had sent for.

Uh...a box of puffs?

"Macrof was finally driven crazy by you?" Christa blurted out subconsciously in a daze.

"Didn't you see the cards in the box? Catherine made them. Every Holmes family has a copy."

"Catherine made it herself again." Christa looked at the small and cute cream puffs in the carton, and poked one of them. "Ingenious. ... The cheesecake last time was also very good. She made it really thoughtful, even you have a share. Could it be that she really likes Mycroft?"

"Are you really overwhelmed by sweets?" Sherlock couldn't bear it anymore.

"Mycroft likes these sweets the most. Catherine can still consider you at the same time. She is very considerate. If she didn't deny it herself, I doubt that Catherine likes your brother."

Sherlock scoffed at her emotion.

This didn't make him give up his plan to get to the bottom of Jiang Qile's matter.

Christa: "I see you've changed, Sherlock."

How did Sherlock Holmes, who used to only care about his precious eyeballs soaked in jam jars, become like this!

Even so, she still didn't intend to hide it from Sherlock.What Sherlock wanted to know, whether she said it or not, he always had the means to find out.

"For such a long time in the future, we always have to give each other some leeway, don't we? Suddenly revealing all the secrets will make life lose fun."

She dismissed Sherlock with a smile.

"I would like to let you know everything." Sherlock was still dissatisfied, but reluctantly gave up the plan to get to the bottom of it temporarily.

It's been a peaceful and beautiful week.

Christa walked out of Professor Smith's home. Since the New Year, the teacher has gradually shifted the focus of teaching to score creation, and earnestly told her not to waste this talent.

Christa smiled and said nothing, and looked down to see Sheldon playing with the little train.

Krystal was relieved that Esther and Colby's intimidation that night had not affected him.

"Is Sheldon still planning not to go home? The filming of the show has been suspended."

Esther's accident happened, and the person was never found, so the filming of the program had to be postponed indefinitely.There's no way Sheldon can stay in the UK forever, and that's not good news for his family or his studies.

"I've already discussed it with the program team and told his family." Professor Smith replied, "Sheldon's father would have come to England to pick him up in two days. But something happened in the United States, and he Just a little delay. Speaking of which, how is your irresponsible father? I heard from your grandfather that he didn't even visit them once, nor did he visit A ​​Li. It's too much!"

"This can't be forced." Christa didn't care, but it was true that she hadn't heard from Andre for a while.

In the past, when he was in a good mood, he would ask his secretary to send her a bunch of things... those gifts from Andre, those cards that were obviously left-handed...

Her mind exploded.

Jiang Qile is good at left-handed writing, because Christa is more left-handed by nature, in order to take into account her feelings, Jiang Qile specially practiced left-handed writing.

How could she forget such an important thing...?

She walked out of Professor Smith's house a little bit in a daze, her eyes turned forward, and she suddenly regained her senses.

A blond young man with elegant and calm demeanor stood in front of him wearing a medieval knight outfit.

Cecil.

Christa's eyes became dangerous and dark in vain.

He says,

"Your Highness Maius."

It's a respectful name, but he uttered a subtle ridicule that turned back and forth.

"There are lowly ants who start to think about taking over the magpie's nest, don't you think about coming back?"

"I'm just an ordinary person. I don't have a title of title, but I can't afford your title of honor." Christa said calmly.

"That's really a pity." He drew his tone and said in an operatic tone: "I thought you sent back a fake that was not on the stage because you finally remembered the supreme status and glory of classics."

"I didn't expect you to be unwilling to return. Are you planning to completely abandon your most devout believers?"

"For a man?"

His face slowly distorted with the words.

"You mean, are you my loyal believer?" Christa sneered inexplicably, looking at him with a strange holy pity.

"Of course. I will unswervingly believe in you until my death." Cecil put his hand on his heart and solemnly swore to the only god.

"Then you can die now, and go to hell to offer your allegiance to me."

The position of Cecil's hands remained unchanged, and the corners of his lips even turned up a little in a good mood, but the shadow under his eyelids was deeper.

"Haven't I always followed you through hell?"

"Heh." Krista's sharp eyes were about to see him through, "I remember we've never met before, are you following me in a dream?"

Slightly impatient tone.

I don't know why she felt anxious for no reason, she just wanted to get rid of the current situation quickly.

Cecil slowly straightened his half-bent waist in order to express his piety, and looked at Christa with a half-smile.

"What happened in the past is not important, is it? In order to show my belief in you, I offer you a little gift."

A scratch finally appeared on Christa's calm face.

Cecil was extremely satisfied with this, with malice in his eyes, and he spoke to his so-called god with an impatient long call and the tone of a loyal fanatic

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"Please forgive me for privately sending divine punishment to the ants who tried to blaspheme the gods."

Not far away, a deafening explosion sounded.

Krista didn't think for a second, and quickly ran in that direction.

That is the direction of 221B.