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

"Okay. I will ask you when I need it. And with your style, you are not willing to investigate any case." She said in a calming child's tone, "That's right, I'm not talking about Field's case Is it? I still don't understand something very well."

"Williams had certain penchant for young girls."

Christa's innocent expression disappeared immediately, and she looked at Sherlock in disbelief, "Is it Aisha Field?"

Aisha Field's calm and beautiful face flashed in her mind. The excessively neat living habits, the unspeakable indifference to her father, the maliciousness of mentioning Williams, and the numbness and indifference to the future can only be seen in the face of Fu A little bit of brilliance that only leaked when Laura.

___ "She is my only hope in this dirty world."

What Aisha Field sees through Flora may be the innocent, carefree and ignorant self many years ago.

She slowly lowered her eyelids to cover the vain coldness in her eyes, and murmured: "So it's like this...it's actually like this...it's really disgusting."

Many years ago, when Aisha Field was an innocent and immature little girl, her freshness and innocence aroused the evil desire in some people's hearts.On the contrary, her innocence was the reason why she was dragged into hell on earth.

The guilty walk in the world majesticly, but the innocent are trapped in hell.It turns out that it is the same everywhere, which is really disgusting.

"Pedophilia accounts for 1% of the population. It is not uncommon. You are obviously not surprised by this." new type of computer.There was no extra sympathy in that analytical tone.

"I just feel sorry for Aisha Field." She stared at her carefully bandaged wound, "Sherlock, you are too indifferent. You don't have the feelings that normal people have."

"I'm a high-functioning sociopath."

The implication is that I don't have extra useless feelings to distribute to those who don't matter.

"That's a really good reason. Indeed, I've never seen anyone more anti-human than you." She realized something, didn't continue talking, and asked instead, "As long as the police catch Flora , can the case be closed?"

Sherlock refused to expose it easily.

"Congratulations, the IQ you showed when changing the subject can allow you to receive a lot of relief from those welfare institutions in London. What are your so-called normal people's feelings? Among the two victims, the goldfish from Scotland Yard first responded , would show useless outrage and sympathy for the murder of Flora Davis. And you, think of Aisha Field first and only her. People will have a similar experience to their own Create a psychological resonance, and further generate stronger sympathy, regret, and joy. From the perspective of life experience, the two of you have nothing in common, the only thing...what did your father do to you?"

Aisha Field's tragic origins undoubtedly come from her father.For family status and assets, he gave his young daughter to Williams for molestation.Since then, the shadow has shrouded the innocent and lively girl, and it also paved the way for the fate of the god of death many years later.

Whether she was protecting Flora, or raising the butcher's knife for the helpless self many years ago, I'm afraid even she herself couldn't tell.

Christa expressed her admiration for Sherlock's ability to understand and reason.When you are his main focus, you can sell yourself out with just one word.

"Yes! My father has done me irreparable harm, and he killed me!"

In a sense, her death in the previous life was indeed due to her father in the final analysis.But Sherlock won't believe it, this is the benefit of a pure scientist.

"So you came down from heaven to take revenge?" Sherlock really sneered at her statement.

"Of course not." Her eyes curved into two crescent arcs, as if she had just said a joke.

But in her heart, a little sadness suddenly rose.

A person like her is worse than Aisha Field.

No grievances to sue, no vengeance to avenge, no home... to return to.

The sadness was only for a moment, and she quickly buried the loss in her heart without showing a trace, and said with a smile on her back: "Sherlock, because of you, I didn't have breakfast or lunch today, and I probably didn't have dinner. You have to treat me to it." You can only make up for it by supper! Just the Chinese restaurant on Baker Street! I guess it will be the only one open at that time. Well, that’s it!”

The tone is brisk, as if relieved after completing a very important decision.

"Night snack?"

"Oh, I forgot, there shouldn't be such a saying in the UK. We often eat something other than the staple food after dinner. Such as noodles, barbecue, porridge. But you must have never eaten any of these."

"The Chinese restaurant you mentioned closes at seven."

"..." Ciao! I forgot that this restaurant is also owned by a British.

Krista and Sherlock's late-night haggling wasn't over when police broke into the house in Yorkshire.

She closed her mouth obediently, pretending to be an innocent and harmless passerby.

When the leading middle-aged detective saw Sherlock, the admiration in his eyes almost overflowed, "Mr. Holmes!"

Krista looked back and forth between the two of them in puzzlement, and suddenly had the illusion that my neighbor seemed to be really powerful, and I must be hallucinating from hunger.

Fortunately, Mr. Sherlock is not so powerful enough to guess all kinds of weird thoughts in her heart, so he just said quite complacently: "My first case after graduating from university was to help the York police solve a case they were helpless. month's bombing."

"Oh."

Christa's only thought about this: Sherlock's business scope is not limited to London!

"Madam, what's your name?" The middle-aged detective reluctantly looked away from her adoring gaze, and asked sternly to Krista.

"My surname is Hilde." She nodded slightly, with a reserved attitude.

A slightly fat blond man squeezed in with sweat profusely, and the bow tie in his suit was horrible.

"Mr. Detective, I am the person in charge of this nursing home, Colin Just. If you have any questions, you can contact me. We are definitely a regular nursing home. It was built by Ms. Gloucester, and it was built by the most famous German It is absolutely trustworthy to invest in a pharmaceutical company. The death accident was negligent in our work, and I apologize to everyone. It's just...we hope that the investigation will not be violent, and the current media..."

The unfinished meaning in his words is obvious, and the people present can understand his thoughts very well.It would be a disaster for a private nursing home if this kind of thing got to the media.

The middle-aged detective nodded, "We will find out what happened as soon as possible." Then, he looked at Sherlock trustingly, "Mr. Holmes, Scotland Yard has already handed over to us, and we will contact Scotland Yard directly at that time. .I believe you must have already found out what happened in this case, and I hope you can clear up our doubts and reduce unnecessary investigation time."

Where does this inexplicable trust come from! It's so casual! The police in York look less reliable than Scotland Yard!

Christa stared complicatedly at the blood that had begun to slowly solidify under her feet, without expressing any opinion.

Sherlock's tone was not friendly, "I thought Krista's long-winded statement on the phone had explained the matter clearly."

Krystal who was stunned for no reason: ...

Hold back, don't beat him to death in front of the police!

The person in charge of the nursing home at the side was particularly focused, and interjected: "Krista? What a coincidence, our investor's daughter is named after her, and the innermost building is named after her." of."

This is really a coquettish operation.

The little girl Christa, who was forced to have the same name, wanted to bury her face when she felt Sherlock's more desire to explore.

This time, Sherlock's cheating reasoning must not be hidden.Just now, he deliberately misled him that he had a bad relationship with his father!

She felt the malice of fate befalling her without warning!

She raised her head and smiled awkwardly, "Hi, Mr. Juster, I'm Christa Erich von Hield, my father, Andre von Hield, happens to run a medical company."

The little girl Christa, who hadn't used her full name for a long time, almost forgot what her name was.The names of foreigners are all longer than the last, but her Chinese name is concise!

She wants to go back to the country, there is no such damn consulting detective in the country, how safe it is!

The author has something to say: You can still see this living author because she has not come and ran 800 meters (wiping tears)

About this chapter:

1% of the data is for the United States, and it is not found in the world, so it is written blindly and does not need to be verified.

Sisi's family background:

Although it looks quite Su, it’s actually useless (the real Su is not here), after all, the money is not from Sisi, and she has to avoid her father, so as not to be found out that it is not original.

Although she is rich, it has nothing to do with her father.And Qian Sisi (for some reason) has to be kept, which will be explained later, Sherlock reasoned in Chapter 1 that she was just enough and that the £[-] to pay Emma was not a bug.

Although I don't think you have noticed the problem at all. (smoke)

This setting is related to the main line, and it is considered out of plot needs. Those who are interested can guess. (on the road to spoilers gone forever)

In the end, Sisi is not a little white flower, she is a cannibal flower.