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

When Christa and Catherine returned to the church, Sherlock had left the body and was talking to McCoff.

Christa didn't quite hear it.

Sherlock saw her and came over quickly.

He met Catherine's eyes vaguely for a moment, and then avoided each other.

"Is there a result?" Christa asked, rubbing her eyebrows, not noticing the veiled confrontation between the two, Sherlock and Jiang Qile.

"Don't you know all about the game between politicians?" Sherlock said with disdain.

"Mycroft asked you not to intervene?" Krista blinked, probably thinking of what was going on.

Mr. Gloucester was undoubtedly murdered by a political enemy. Catherine knew about it but she didn't tell Mr. Gloucester. Mycroft obviously knew about the deeper water behind him. Out of love for his unwary brother, he asked Sherlock not to intervene in this matter. Pile case.

Sherlock wasn't interested in these things at first, he was only curious about the case itself, so the two didn't have any conflicts.

"Yeah." Sherlock replied reluctantly.

Catherine smiled as they walked out of the church with their fingers interlocked.

It was Sherlock who reached out first.

She was inexplicably disappointed in her heart, and turned to look at Mycroft Holmes, who had an unpredictable expression. He was still in the most gentle and humble posture.

"Mr. Holmes, I have an interesting transaction. Would you like to discuss it?"

***

"Why don't you tell me your guess? It's about Catherine." Christa sat in the back seat of the taxi and turned her head to Sherlock beside her.

"She said not to tell you." Sherlock shirked the responsibility without any pressure, "And you already guessed it by then."

Christa had doubts from the first time she met Catherine. With Catherine's upbringing, Catherine shouldn't have ignored her when they first met.

And the planner who marketed Colby's show was not Cecil, but her.The biggest investor has always been her, and Cecil is just a smoke bomb thrown out.Jiang Qile and Esther Colby reached some kind of secret agreement. Esther's being taken away was not a pure accident. The drug that could relieve the side effect of liesoren on Colby's body, which was exactly the same as hers, was exchanged between her and Esther. chips, and with Esther, Colby naturally fell under her control.

Jiang Qile used Esther to muddy the water inside the organization, and the internal conflicts among various factions were enough to consume most of the energy of the organization.

In this way, as the escape mascot, she has a chance to breathe.

Jiang Qile almost revealed her identity in this matter.

When she met Catherine at the museum, Catherine emphasized the word "enemy" when talking about McCoff.From Sherlock, she could easily know what Mycroft was up to recently.

Then she went to check Catherine's schedule during the New Year's Eve.

During those days, she went to China to do a charity event, and during those days, White Rose appeared in front of Jiang Li's tomb.

A white rose for her mother.

Who else but Jiang Qile knew that her mother loved Bai Qiangwei, knew where her mother was buried, and could bury her ashes in Jiang Li's tombstone?

Later, the bouquet of white roses that appeared at the door of 221B implied the return of the old man.

It's a pity that she thought it was Cecil's provocation and missed such an obvious clue.

And later, those desserts brought all the truth before her eyes.

Catherine didn't like Mycroft, but she made elaborate desserts, and even Sherlock had a share. This is not a reasonable thing to do.

The only reasonable explanation is that it wasn't for Mycroft, it was for her.

After all, it's not just McCaw who loves desserts.

Jiang Qile has always kept her promise.

——Always be with you.

From Isidore at the beginning to Baker Street later, her shadow is behind everything encountered in London.

Flora is only a part of Jiang Qile's plan. That pocket watch is the way Jiang Qile left for her. If she doubts her origin, then the pocket watch will be moved to the most suitable time and in the most suitable way. In her hands, reveal all the dusty truths for her.If all goes well, the pocket watch will never see the light of day.

Sherlock became the only variable in the process, but it had no effect on the ending.

Later, the Byrd family collapsed, and Mrs. Sifle came forward, and Jiang Qile was indispensable to control it, otherwise the collapse of a famous family would not be so smooth.

Because Jiang Qile knew that the "birds" raised by the Byrd family were just like her back then.She couldn't accept it, as if seeing the pain at that time reappeared.

Those teenagers and girls from all over the world, some became Arthur's private collection, some were raised to be expensive cage sparrows, and some of them went to the same fate as her at the beginning, becoming lambs waiting to be slaughtered on the laboratory bench.

This is also the reason why Jiang Qile must quickly attack the Byrd family.Nine out of ten connections between the Byrd family and the organization will be exposed, and the fate of those experimental characters will make Jiang Qile afraid that she will not be able to accept it when the truth comes out.

The philanthropist who finally took those children away, isn't Catherine Gloucester, a well-known British philanthropist, one of them?

"Actually, without me, she would probably live well. She has enough means and ambitions, but I'm a burden compared to her." Christa leaned back on her seat, her tone tired.

"I should have stopped her back then." Christa murmured, "If I hadn't been afraid of being the only monster, she wouldn't have thought of going to the test bench at all."

"She turned herself into a monster like me for me."

Cold tears slid down between the fingers.

"You are not a monster." Sherlock looked down at her intently, "You are Jiang Fei."

Although Christa does not shy away from mentioning the word "monster", she seldom mentions the complicated meaning of the word "monster", which shows that she still really minds it.

"Besides, I'm not a normal person."

"Sherlock, your skills are probably only solving cases. You can't even say a decent word of comfort." Christa put down her hands covering her eyes and said with a smile.

"But it's okay." She wiped away tears, "it will all be over."

Everything that begins with a god will end with a god.

***

Another day.

"Liz, here's your package. It's such a big one!" Mrs. Hudson smiled and handed her the big package in her hand.

Christa took it and thanked her, "It's a bit heavy."

"It's heavy," muttered Mrs. Hudson.

Krista smiled silently.

"What?" Sherlock flipped through the newspaper, his eyes drifting towards Christa.

The package didn't have any offering labels, it was too big to fit, and it was tightly sealed.Sherlock couldn't see anything.

She unpacked it, and it was a pure white satin box.

She reached out and stroked the smooth surface of the box, and the dark patterns in Gothic English were almost invisible.

Krista slowly opened the box.

It was a snow-white wedding dress.

Sherlock's eyes froze.

"It's the wedding dress I asked Qi Le to send over." She turned her head and smiled at the young man, "It's pretty."

Sherlock's eyes flicked between the girl and the fluffy white wedding dress.

His throat tightened, and a syllable escaped from his lips for a long time.

"……Um."

Christa held up its long skirt, smiling uncontrollably, "I'll show you how to wear it."

The girl's soft hair was scattered behind her shoulders, and the snow-white and elegant wedding dress was only dotted with a few sparkling diamonds at the waist. The light veil spread down layer by layer, and finally fluttered on the ground, revealing a section of white and delicate ankles .

She was barefoot on the floor, like a white rose blooming with rain on a quiet May morning.

The girl turned her head halfway and smiled at the detective.

She held out her hand, like a silent invitation.

The young man held the slender hand and gently tightened it.

There was more ambiguity in his eyes.

Afterwards, everything will fall into place.

When the love was strong, she was forced to raise her slender and delicate neck, put her arms around the young man, and the inaudible murmur floated in the dim room.

"……I love you."

The teachings throughout the ages have advocated that God loves all living beings, but I... only love you.

The young man's eyes were as dark as the deep sea a thousand feet below, and in an instant, thousands of rays of sunlight penetrated the sea surface and reached the deepest bottom of the sea.

His kiss fell on the girl's forehead, like touching an unreachable dream.

—he just wanted to blaspheme.