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

Krista managed to open her eyes in the dark, with Sherlock's arm still on her waist.The young man's sleeping face is quiet, completely different from the sharp-edged appearance when he is awake.

She couldn't help but smile with the corners of her lips parted.

She knew Sherlock wouldn't wake up now, and he wouldn't wake up for another two hours.The medicine given by Jiang Qile worked well.Such a period of time was enough for her to leave Baker Street safely.

She gave Sherlock everything she could, and now she was going to end what should have been ended long ago.

"You have to wait for me to come back."

She whispered softly.

Christa walked briskly across Baker Street as usual, and even greeted the fruit shop owner in a good mood.

She stopped at the intersection, and someone was waiting for her there.

It's Cecil.

The corner of the other party's lips curled up coldly and mockingly, "My honorable goddess, you have finally returned to us."

Christa pulled the scarf up, it was Sherlock's scarf, and the familiar breath was stained on it, which made her feel at ease.

She was too lazy to entangle with Cecil, so she just said coldly, "Let's go."

Cecil somehow felt that her voice seemed hoarse.But this is Holmes' territory, so he can't stay for long, Cecil left in a hurry without thinking too much.

He bowed down respectfully, and left behind Krista, the corners of his mouth remained unchanged.

Christa didn't know that after the sound of her closing the door came, the young man who had been sleeping peacefully on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, got up and put on his clothes neatly, and his movements were smooth and smooth.

Sherlock's complicated eyes fell on the floor stand where the scarf should have been hung, and he moved away after a few seconds.

Going downstairs and opening the door, Catherine stood at the door smiling.

She seems to have finally abandoned those maverick hair and eye colors and changed them back to the purest black.

"Are you interested in talking now? About Christa." Catherine spoke first, "Continue our unfinished topic last time, and it just so happens that your brother is here too."

As she spoke, the windows of the black car parked by the side of the road slowly lowered, revealing the profile of Mycroft Holmes.

Catherine didn't give Sherlock any room to refuse, so after 3 minutes, the three sat in the living room on the second floor of 221B.

No coffee, not even a glass of water.

This is Sherlock's way of hospitality.

Catherine began to wonder how Ah Fei fell in love with this guy.

She got up and poured herself a glass of boiled water, sat down again, held the porcelain cup and smiled and said, "Does Ah Fei look beautiful in the wedding dress? I chose the wedding dress. I thought it would look good at the time, but it's a pity that there is no such thing." luck."

Sherlock was in a trance for a moment, and agreed with Catherine's words.

"Very pretty. She looks good all the time."

The curve of Catherine's lips deepened, "Your brother has always said that you have no EQ, and now it seems that is not the case."

Sherlock Holmes with brains is already annoying, and Sherlock Holmes with brains and emotional intelligence is even more annoying.

"Can you speak quickly if you have something to say?" Sherlock showed an impatient expression.

"There's no need to rush for a moment, right?" Catherine's tone was still calm and unhurried. "! This little bit of time is of no use to the situation."

"But it was enough for Miss Jiang Fei to leave smoothly." McCoff interjected in vain.

Catherine seemed to have heard something funny, and looked at Sherlock, "You don't think I'm delaying time for Ah Fei, do you?"

"Our surname Jiang is not an idiot who asks for nothing as long as you are good to me." She leaned on the sofa, her straight back relaxed, looking a little lazy.

"A Fei is obviously not that exception."

"She is called the second-generation Maius... a god. Although this title is quite funny, it can still reflect a lot of things to a certain extent."

"A Fei is no worse than a Sherlock Holmes, but she prefers the thinking life of ordinary people to the Holmes-style genius far beyond others."

"She thinks she is a different kind, so she has been very resistant to making herself too different from others. Sherlock, you should know about this after seeing her report card in China."

"Without you, she would probably have been an ordinary person for the rest of her life. At most, she was just a little smarter than others, but far from reaching the level of a genius."

Catherine looked at Sherlock, "Fei is rarely obsessed with anything, no matter people or things. In fact, I don't think there is any merit in an arrogant, self-centered Sherlock Holmes, but she chose you. I don't know you Which of the two is the more unlucky one."

"To be more clear, you are the only special case, even I can't compare with it." Catherine reluctantly admitted the latter point, "So, Ah Fei will never let you go."

"Even if I go to hell, I will pull you with me."

There was distinct malice in her slightly raised tone.

"Then?" Sherlock frowned. In his opinion, most of what Jiang Qile said was nonsense, but he still listened patiently. After all, this person was the last and only witness of Jiang Fei's past. with the participants.

"Ah...Let's put it this way, I've been in front of your brother for so long, and he hasn't found out my identity. So if Ah Fei really doesn't want you to go find her, then you can't find any clues, she will Clean up all the clues, and at this moment, you may still be in a dream that you don't want to wake up from."

Sherlock squinted at Mycroft, with a mean tone, "I'm not this fat man."

Mycroft, who was ridiculed inexplicably: "..."

Bad brother and ex-girlfriend.

"Ah Fei planned from the beginning that you took the initiative to find her, and she was waiting for you to take the initiative to enter the game. It is all a lie to let you stay in Baker Street and wait for her to come back safely. Pulling you together." Catherine breathed a sigh of relief, "Her parents are paranoid people, whether it is Jiang Fanlan or Jiang Mu. Ah Fei has told about her parents, Jiang Fanlan seduced and imprisoned Jiang Mu, But the things between them are far more complicated than this kind of statement. Ah Fei is very similar to her mother, with extreme love and hatred."

"Fei is such a person. Sherlock, I don't know you, but I know one thing. It was you who took the initiative in the first place."

"After all, with her evasive personality, you must have been the one who seduced her in the first place."

"So you have no right to regret it."

"I said this because I didn't want you to disappoint her." Catherine's eyes were dark, "Jiang Mu valued Jiang Fanlan more than her, so Jiang Mu finally abandoned her, and I had no choice but to deceive her, Sherlock, don't Betray her."

"She can't take it anymore."

Catherine's eyes were focused, as if Sherlock had to make a promise.

"I'm not you." The detective's voice was cold.

Catherine shook her head, "Haven't you realized? I thought you would understand the biggest problem between you two after meeting Colby."

"--time."

As the only successful product of the "God-making" project, Jiang Fei is destined not to be born, grow old, get sick and die easily like ordinary people. Even though Jiang Qile painstakingly researched a drug that temporarily relieves the problem of the body's developmental arrest, the body can grow to a mature state and relieve the drug. will no longer work.

So time freezes on her.

Sherlock's face changed slightly.

Catherine lowered her eyes and said softly, "Even so, Sherlock Holmes, how long can your feelings for Ah Fei last?"

"Forever."

The young man answered firmly without hesitation, with a stern expression.

Catherine smiled, took out a document from the bag she was carrying, and handed it over.

"A new identity certificate allows you to enter the cage that traps Ah Fei openly."

"Go and bring her out."

"Sherlock. She needs you."

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