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

The wedding of Aurora and Mr. Gloucester was held in a 400-year-old church in London. Compared with the overwhelming reports in the newspapers and media before the wedding, the formal wedding was extremely low-key. There was no media report, and only some good friends of the two parties were invited. partner.

Mycroft Holmes also came.

Sherlock exuded a low air pressure all over his body, and he didn't look good at Mycroft.

The house at 221B has been repaired, so of course Krista and Sherlock moved back.After all, it was the safest place in London under the control of Mycroft.

Sherlock refused to attend the wedding on the grounds that he was injured and needed to recuperate, but Christa half-forced him to go out together.

Of course they knew why Christa did this. The fact that "Maius" was still alive was used by Cecil. The entire May organization bombed Sherlock indiscriminately, and even Baker Street became less safe. .

Only when Christa was by his side would those people have any scruples.

"Even if you are really dead, you can't die where I can't see you." Christa said with lowered eyes after Sherlock was kidnapped by a taxi driver.

The detective froze for a moment, "Well... I mean, if you want me to say..."

"...I will live a good life for you."

is a promise.

Sherlock Holmes never cared about his own life and death, he pursued all the excitement, the pleasure of the game between life and death, and now, with a new pursuit, everything else made way for her.

Christa didn't think Sherlock's promise was credible, she turned away in disgust, "Don't mess with the lines you learned in idol dramas..."

The two didn't speak anymore because the wedding had already started.

Aurora's snow-white wedding dress is layered on top of each other like a grand dream. She walks in with Mr. Gloucester's hand bent.

The groom, who already has a daughter who is not young, looks too young, and some people believe that he is in his [-]s or [-]s.

"It looks like a fat man." Sherlock commented.

"Andre's situation is very similar to him." Christa didn't know what to think, and narrowed her eyes slightly, "After all, he really looks too young, doesn't he?" If it is reasonable to calculate based on Catherine's age, this personality Mr Lost was at least 50 years old.

A 50-year-old looks the same as a 30-year-old.

She has not forgotten a group of lunatics in "May" who try to live forever, and Andre and "May" also have inexplicable connections.

It is quite normal for a mysterious organization with a long history to be associated with ancient families in certain countries.

She didn't care about these things in the past, and resisting the physical and psychological torture brought by liesorem took up most of her energy, not to mention that they also carefully guarded against her, preventing her from touching any real power.

After all, the bottom group of people are brainwashed into fanatical worship of the one and only supreme god.

If Jiang Qile...

She shook her head, shaking the strange thought out of her mind.

There was nothing to say about the wedding, grand and low-key, Cecil didn't show up until the end, Aurora kept a perfect smile from beginning to end, it seemed that this was the wedding she was satisfied with.

If the groom is not dead.

Mr. Gloucester was killed through the skull by a bullet that flew suddenly through the air.

In an instant, the glass shattered, fragments flew, gunshots rang out, the crowd screamed, blood spurted and dyed Aurora's wedding dress red, and the groom fell to the ground.

All this is just a shot that happened within two seconds.

It also happened before the eyes of the two Holmes.

This will definitely go down as one of the biggest shames of Sherlock's career.She couldn't help thinking as she watched Sherlock, who had jumped over the seat and ran to Gloucester to check on the situation.

Aurora stood there blankly, she was still holding the bouquet, the gorgeous red roses, like a burning sun.

Everything is like an absurd play, staged unexpectedly on the stage of life.

The other and the only Gloucester family member sitting quietly in the first row, Christa could only see the back of Catherine's head, she changed to a more solemn hair color today, thick as the night sky black.Her dress was a formal, understated white gown, but in the circumstances it was more like a mourning dress.

Krista spread her fingers and looked down.

The guests were quickly evacuated in an orderly manner. These people were basically celebrities from all walks of life. They were not surprised by this kind of thing, and they all left in silence.

No one knows what they are evaluating in their hearts. The death of Mr. Gloucester is undoubtedly another major reshuffle in the British political circle.

Catherine sat still in the front row with her back straight, quietly watching Sherlock examine her father's body.

Like freaked out.

McCoff also walked over.Mrs. Sifle stood behind silently with her arms around Aurora.A bunch of Gloucester's staff quickly started to deal with this matter, who should call the police, who should block the news from the media, and who should deal with the guests.

All this is going on in an orderly manner.

Christa noticed that the young man who had talked to Catherine last time was also there.

He tried his best to express his sorrow at Mr. Gloucester's death, but his experience was still inexperienced, and the slightly raised corners of his lips betrayed his secret excitement.

No doubt the cause of his delight, was the great advantage he would have in Mr. Gloucester's death.

He was shocked by Gloucester's death, but with an air of taking it for granted.

In other words, he knew that Gloucester would be killed soon, but he didn't expect it to be today.

The only one who can tell him this is

— Catherine Gloucester.

When Christa walked to the first row, Catherine lowered her eyes slightly, unable to see any expression.

"I regret that what happened to Mr Gloucester."

"There is nothing to regret. It is not the first time he has been assassinated like this, but this time he died lightly."

Catherine's tone was cold, and her carefully crafted facial features carried an inaccessible beauty.

"And you don't have to tell me you're sorry. There's no father-daughter relationship between us."

"But death is always a bit regrettable." Christa smiled, her expression unpredictable, "I think you feel the same way."

"... Qile."

The author has something to say: Is there a friend who guessed it?

In fact, there are a lot of hints (whispered), I am afraid that it is too easy to guess and I did not dare to write it particularly obvious.