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

Christa declined Cecil's invitation, but Cecil was not one to give up casually—he simply invited the people from the performing troupe.

As for the specific "invitation" or "coercion", it is not known.

Christa responded with a smile, and called all the people under Cecil over with her backhand, calling it Cecil to reward her subordinates.

The singing on the stage is graceful and graceful, while the undercurrent is turbulent off the stage, each with their own plans.

Krista lowered her eyes, resting her chin with one hand, and the figures of Huadan in Tsing Yi came into view one by one. The lights were on and off, and she could vaguely hear a folded "Peach Blossom Fan".

"Seeing him rising from a tall building..."

The singing voice floats back like flowing clouds, faintly entering the clouds.

It was the absurd repertoire that was sung on stage when Sherlock and Sherlock first met and were tempted by each other.

Cecil chose this one on purpose.

She listened intently, and vaguely recalled another completely different accent in her memory.

Cecil said suddenly: "It turned out to be such an interesting story, no wonder you like this one."

Christa turned to look at the stage, "No matter what, this is a good story, and I like nothing more than normal."

Others couldn't understand what kind of dumb fans they were playing. They only knew that the relationship between the "maius" brought back by Cecil and him was not as good as others imagined. Even these two were always tearing each other down. Everyone can feel the tense atmosphere between them.

In fact, this is nothing unusual, Cecil and everyone are like this.Moody, can turn his face and be ruthless at any time, and can lift you up to the cloud at any time.

It's strange that someone as wanton as Cecil hasn't been kicked out yet.

Of course, Christa never thought that this would be the reason for good luck. Cecil acted so recklessly, besides not caring about the life and death of other people in the organization, he must have other reliance in his hands.

After Huadan Tsingyi babbled and sang, she stepped off the stage and came to Christa, and said in a soft and glutinous accent with the style of Jiangnan water town: "Miss Jiang."

There is no doubt that it is the name taught by Cecil, and he seems to prefer the name "Jiang Fei" to Christa.

Christa nodded slightly with a smile, and the other party looked at Cecil and quietly withdrew it, as if he was relieved.

So it really was coerced to come here.

The other party deliberately hugged her between words, for fear that she would be unhappy alone, Christa smiled, "Miss Chen seems to prefer the domestic performance environment?"

The other party nodded hesitantly.

"There are indeed more people in China who can appreciate it." Krista turned her head and said to Ming Anna who was pretending to be dead: "Ann, I remember you also like Chinese dramas, so you can take this opportunity to communicate with Ms. Chen Let's go. Aren't you going to China soon? Maybe you have a chance to go with Ms. Chen."

Ming Anna, who was forced to like dramas that made her sleepy: "..."

She shook hands with Miss Chen, "When will Miss Chen return to China?"

"A week later." Miss Chen naturally saw that Miss Jiang Fei intended to solve her current predicament, so she hurriedly said.

No matter how you look at it, that Mr. Slater is not kind, and when the other party "invites" them to perform, he has the attitude of shooting anyone who doesn't go.

Besides, the gathering of these people doesn't look like any serious business activity. She has been trembling all the time, thinking that she may have entered some illegal cult organization by mistake, the kind that never returns.

"Oh. That's a coincidence. I was also going to China for a business trip at that time." Ming Anna said without changing her expression.

"Then we can go together,... Miss Ann can also listen to the new repertoire we are rehearsing when she arrives in China. It is an adaptation of "Peach Blossom Fan"."

"Is that the one you sang just now?" Ming Anna thought for a while, and felt that she might die of a headache.

"Yes, it's a very classic play. I wonder what Ms. Jiang thinks?" The topic turned back to Christa.

"Of course it's very good." Christa said with a smile, "But I've heard another version, which is also very interesting."

"How interesting?" Cecil interjected in vain, Yan Yan's atmosphere froze.

Christa leaned lazily on the back of the chair, "It's nothing interesting."

In the memory so far away that she can't distinguish between the past and the present, the libretto she prefers is not from Qiannv Tankou, but from a desolate and hoarse old man.

That old voice crying blood is the only evidence that separates reality and dream.

Ming Anna stood up simply, "I'll see you off. The road here is a bit complicated."

Miss Chen nodded, wisely not to get involved in these matters.

When the people sitting in the back seat saw Ming Anna leaving, the gentleman leaned down with a smile, and whispered something in their Maius' ear, followed by Jiang Fei's complexion suddenly sank.

She immediately got up and left.

Everyone was at a loss, and no one noticed a figure flashing past in a remote corner.

Christa waited quietly downstairs, and a young man wearing a hat walked out quickly.

The two walked out the door side by side.

"I didn't expect Qi Le to arrange an identity for you so blatantly." She looked at the young man beside her, and the disguised appearance of the other party was invisible to everyone, but she could still recognize it at a glance, separated by the vast crowd.

The youth did not speak.

"But that's fine." She breathed a sigh of relief, "It's hard for them to guess that you will be so high-profile."

The young man's tone was a little stiff: "Compared to some people, I am not high-profile at all."

Christa froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"What happened today has nothing to do with me, Sherlock."

They walked for a while, and Christa stopped, "There is Cecil in front, I have to go first."

The young man still had a cold face.

"Xiali, sometimes you really look like a troublesome child."

She walked up helplessly and gave him a gentle hug, "I'm really glad you came here."

Separate, back off.

"Also, help me pay more attention to Qi Le. Although your intuition is sharp enough, I still remind you, don't trust Qi Le too much."

Jiang Qile would not harm her, she was sure enough of that.

But other than that, she couldn't guarantee anything.

"Do I look so stupid?" He hummed dissatisfied.

"Then the most intelligent and wise Mr. Holmes, I look forward to meeting you next time."

Jiang Qile didn't tell her about Sherlock's involvement here, and now she doesn't understand what Jiang Qile wants to do.

Years of separation and brief reunion cannot make up for the gap left by time after all.

After all, time has left an invisible gap between them. It seems that they are still intimate, but under the gap, no one knows whether there is an abyss hidden—especially after she thought of everything thoroughly.

After parting with Sherlock, she met Colby and Esther again. In this huge conspiracy vortex, they are the only ones who rely on each other.

The manic depression in Esther's eyebrows has been smoothed away. Christa knows that it is the effect of drugs, and she doesn't care that she will be controlled by drugs from now on. It's all the same pain, and she took the one that made her feel better, at least for now, of course.

She let go of Colby's hand, and Christa opened the door, "Come in first."

Esther and Colby looked at each other, and Esther gave him a reassuring look.

"I'll wait for you outside." He immediately turned his back and left.

Esther's petite body is wrapped under a pure black gothic dress, like a delicate and beautiful doll.

She took out a paper document from the interlayer of her long skirt, about a few pages, and the cover was in Latin, which Esther didn't recognize.

"What you want."

Krista reached for it, glanced at it casually, and took the lighter out of the drawer.

Paper was reduced to ashes.

Christa spent so much time with Cecil today because of this document.

As the "maius" before Christa came, Esther has high enough authority, it seems that everyone has tacitly forgotten that the authority should be revoked after Esther's identity is exposed.Such authority is enough for her to easily go in and out of various places to take some inconspicuous things.

Tune the tiger away from the mountain.

Christa watched the inspection report full of various Latin terms reduced to ashes, and the tight string in her heart was slightly loosened.

She then turned to look at Esther.

The other party was staring at her.

"The document was taken from the lockbox. What do you want this thing for? What's written on it?"

She made a silent gesture, her eyebrows curved, "Esther, a good boy shouldn't ask so many questions, especially things that have nothing to do with you."

Christa looked at Esther with satisfaction, and smiled softly, "Maybe you should be glad you didn't pretend to be smart enough to take photos of those words."

"Since you have kept your promise, I will also keep mine. I guarantee that Colby will survive to the end, no matter what happens."

"It's better, otherwise I won't let you go."

She threw down a vicious threat, and finally forgot the information that the combination to open the safe came from Sherlock Holmes.

"Of course, God will remember everything you have done." Christa raised her hand and made a gesture of prayer over her heart.

"Oh." Esther curled her lips sarcastically, which didn't match her childlike immature face.

***

Aurora now has a new identity, Gloucester's widow.

A young widow on her wedding day.

Of course, she didn't think there was anything wrong with this. If Mrs. Sifle hadn't begged her, she would never have married a man old enough to be her father.

She was wearing a simple black gauze, and after the girlish vivacity faded, she was as lifeless as old age.

Skinny fingers flipped through the pages of documents, a thick stack, and the ownership of the Gloucester family's rich property was all written into the clauses.

After Aurora carefully read all the articles, she raised her eyes to Catherine who was sitting calmly across from her.

The woman's smile was just right, it was the stereotypically beautiful, gentle and hypocritical social smile that the upper class was used to.

"70.00% of Gloucester's property is here, right?" Aurora's eyes were deep, and she looked at Catherine with extra caution.

"No, 80.00%." ​​Catherine smiled.

She pushed the document a little further, "It is enough to solve the urgent needs of the Sifull family, and even allow you to get a lot of convenience in the recent general election, so that the Sifull family can regain the right to speak in London."

"It sounds very exciting. So what do you want to do?" Aurora rubbed the edge of the paper, "Someone provided evidence of the scandal in the political circles of the Sifull family, and now they are deliberately trying to save it."

"What the hell is it for?"

"Of course it's for you." Catherine said softly, "The Sifle family is just tasteless to me, and it was for you from the beginning."

"For me?" Aurora murmured, puzzled. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"My dear girl, you think too little of yourself." Catherine smiled. "You have no idea of ​​your own worth."

"Heh, don't you always think that I'm just a naive and stupid young lady?"

"I never thought about it that way." Catherine rolled her eyes.

"What do you want me to do?" Aurora asked directly, dismissing her words.

"I've always loved your innocence and fearlessness the most, Aurora." Catherine raised her chin, her delicate eyebrows that have been trimmed countless times are hidden under the warm yellow light, "so I hope you will always be like this, with a lonely and brave heart Love back the one you've always wanted, unconditionally, sincerely, until you die for him."

The words are like love words, but full of calculation and coaxing.

"Isn't this very good? I gave you the choice of both family and love. You know, I have always been very kind. I didn't expose the unscrupulous media about Mrs. Sifle's election bribery. As for this It's not going to be front page news one day, it's up to you to decide."

"Do I have any other choice?"

"Of course, you can leave the UK alone. Whether it is family or love, it should not be a shackle."

"...But I am willing." Aurora choked up.

Catherine twitched the corner of her lips vaguely.

Really naive and stupid.

Thanks also for your naivety and stupidity.You will be the most important piece on my chessboard, a beautiful, well-crafted, incomparable piece, and die when necessary.

On the chessboard, as long as the only king survives, the game is a victory.

No matter how many innocent sacrifices I need for this, there is nothing on the chessboard but "king" pieces.

Even then, it was a winning game.

The author has something to say: Sorry, I have been busy with exams before, and then there is a temporary end-of-class exam on Friday, it just kills me, blah blah blah.

It will be updated until the end.