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

Thank goodness he's still alive.

This was the only thought on Krista's mind after seeing Sherlock.

The young man hugged the girl who rushed towards him.

"...is Mrs. Hudson all right?"

Christa looked up at him for a long time, and choked out such a sentence.

The detective held her face in his hands, his eyes devout and focused.

He lowered his head slowly.

One landed on her forehead.Gently, like handling some fragile treasure with care.

One touch away.

"Mrs. Hudson is safe," was Sherlock's answer.

***

Because of the explosion, 221B temporarily lost the place for them to live.Mrs. Hudson lived in the house of his new boyfriend. Although Sherlock ruthlessly criticized the unknown gentleman from head to toe, this did not change Mrs. Hudson's determination.

Surprisingly, Catherine friendship provides accommodation for the lovers.

She invites them into the Gloucester home.

To bring a Sherlock Holmes into one's own turf would be like leading a wolf into a house, but Miss Gloucester didn't mind that one bit.

Mr. Gloucester left early and returned late, and stayed away most of the time, but Catherine seemed to be busier than Mr. Gloucester, and she was seen in a hurry every day.

In spite of this, Catherine, as a landlord, came to see them every day, and allowed them to hang out in this empty house.

"The layout of this house is so simple." Krista sighed softly, while staring at the paintings on the wall.

Aisha Field.

Krista didn't have to think too much about the author.

Except for the colorful paintings on the walls, the house reveals a kind of cold simplicity.

The paintings are extraordinarily messy, from famous medieval masters to some lesser-known small painters of this century, from oil paintings to watercolors, from impressions to realism, it can be said that it is almost the entire art history.

"Is there a picture missing here?" She pointed to the blank space on the wall at the stairs, thoughtfully.

"Yes. Mr. Hilde took it away not long ago. It was a painting by his late wife, Ms. Jiang Li. Mr. Hilde cherishes them very much." The old housekeeper who has guarded the house for many years is next to the distinguished guest that the lady told , to provide them with some necessary advice.

Christa nodded to show she understood, and didn't say much.

She already knew that Andre was recycling Jiang Li's paintings, whether it was because of guilt for being late or something else, it didn't matter anymore.

"Catherine is a very interesting person." After visiting the whole house, Christa concluded this to Sherlock.

Sherlock was noncommittal.

Esther's Scotland Yard is still clueless, and to their annoyance, Colby has also disappeared.

The Warrens were worried.

"Let's go find Esther." Christa guessed.For his parents, Colby has long since lost all hope, and Esther is the only one left in his world.

As for what the Warrens are worried about, who knows?

Judging from the information that Cecil came to find her, Esther was at least alive and well.

Barely good news.

***

The marriage of Severe and Gloucester is also close at hand, and the people in the house are busy, only two people, Christa and Sherlock, have nothing to do.

Catherine finally seems to be busy with everything and free up her hands to prepare for the wedding.

The Gloucester family came and went, but Mr. Gloucester, the groom, never showed up.

"Miss Catherine, don't worry, I will always act according to your wishes." The young man's brows and eyes were full of joy, and he complimented Catherine.

Krista just stepped down to see this.

The young man immediately restrained his attitude and left contentedly.

"Liz?" Catherine called out intimately, as if they were born to be so close.

"Did I interrupt?" She raised her eyebrows slightly.

"No. It's almost over." Even at home, Catherine did not give up her unique hair color and eyes.During this time, she changed her hair color to a dark blonde, and her contact lenses changed from red to purple a rainbow.

Catherine really has a soft spot for different contact lenses. Even if she is busy with work, she still has time to change contact lenses of different colors.

It is completely different from her gentle and elegant posture.

"...Is that so?" Christa hesitated, "Although it's a bit presumptuous, it seems that the wedding is just two days away, yet Mr. Gloucester didn't show up?"

"You don't have to worry about this." Catherine said meaningfully, "Not everyone can be like you and Mr. Sherlock. This is just the wedding of Sifull and Gloucester, as long as there are people present at the wedding. As for the others Yeah, who cares?"

Christa tilted her head, but said nothing.

It was a phone call that brought the two of them to an end. After hearing this, Krista's expression became tense, and her pale lips were pursed into a straight line.

"What's wrong?" Catherine asked with concern.

"Sherlock suffered some injuries at the scene of the crime and is now in the hospital."

Catherine realized, "I'll ask the driver to take you there right away, don't worry."

Fortunately, Sherlock's injuries avoided key parts, and his life was not in danger.But he had hurt his right arm, a hideous scratch running from arm to elbow, so deep it almost touched the bone.

No one expected that the murderer, who had been quiet and showed no signs of resistance, would violently kill people. If Sherlock hadn't reacted quickly, he would be either on the operating table or in the morgue right now.

Krista looked downcast.

"Are they right?" she asked in a low voice.

Both knew exactly who they were referring to.The so-called most loyal goddess believer who was used by Cecil as a spearman.

Sherlock looked at her.

She lowered her eyes halfway, "I see." There was a hint of chill in her cold tone.

Second time.

***

"Why?" Claire asked loudly unwillingly.

Obviously, as long as they make good use of Christa, they will be invincible when facing Cecil and Holmes.

He never understood what was important to Krista, but everyone valued her.Even this woman refused his proposal sharply without thinking about it.

"I promise that I won't cause any real harm to Miss Christa. They are all our people, how could they hurt her?"

"And..." he said, the fanaticism in his eyes turned out to be stronger, "It's obvious that Cecildo cares about Christa. On Holmes' side, Mycroft Holmes' weakness is only Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes And I only care about Christa. With Christa, we don't have to be so passive when facing Sherlock Holmes."

He didn't notice that the woman's eyes were getting colder and colder.

After listening to him finish the proposal, the supreme authority slowly refuted his proposal.

"I can't let Christa take a little risk. You seem to have forgotten why you were promoted."

"But..." Claire was still unwilling.

"I don't know whether she is the key to subdue Holmes, but you have to understand one thing."

"She is my only weakness and reverse scale."

"Other people touch it and die."

Claire came to his senses, cold sweat breaking out on his back.

"...I won't mention it again."

After Claire went out, Ming Anna said: "He doesn't seem to have given up on this plan."

"So it's very annoying, isn't it? A disobedient pawn." But for some reason, she had to keep him for a while.

"Actually, I don't really understand..." Ming Anna hesitated, "The relationship between Miss Christa and you."

The woman's pursed lips froze for a moment.

Seeing this, Ming Anna hurriedly said, "I'm just curious, it's not convenient for you to just say it."

"It's nothing inconvenient." She smiled very lightly.

"She saved me before."

It was an understatement, but Ming Anna knew that it was not that simple, and not a little life-saving grace could impress this hard-hearted ruler in power.

Sure enough, she continued to speak.

"When she used the gun for the first time, two people died to save me."

"She was very young at the time. She was so scared that she cried in my arms after the shooting."

For such a serious matter, she could only describe it in two simple lines.

But this kind of thing is indeed enough to impress a cold and cold person, not to mention that she should not have been so unreasonable in the past.

Minna thought.

"Then Christa was lucky, she hit the shot the first time. If those two people don't die..."

The woman smiled strangely when she heard this, "No, she didn't know how to use a gun at all at that time, do you think the goddess of luck will really favor her so much?"

Ming Anna's heart turned into a turbulent sea, and an absurd conjecture slowly emerged, and her body could not help but freeze in place.