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

"Although I am very grateful for your attention, I still enjoy the happy mood of watching talk shows."

Christa, who had completely calmed down, held her milk and said in a rather casual tone.

Past experience told her that it is very dangerous to have too strong curiosity about unknown things.

Even though she was full of curiosity about this intricate disappearance case, that was just a normal person's mentality towards unknown mysteries.She doesn't enjoy the pleasure of walking on the edge of danger like Sherlock does.

It's not certain that mixing too much will do her any harm, but it's certain that it won't help.

So why take this muddy water trip?

"I can direct your music homework."

"Mr. Holmes, I am deeply moved by your sincerity, and after careful consideration, I decided to agree to your request." Christa said decisively.

Although she didn't know the level of Sherlock's music, since he dared to speak, he must have a high level.The music arranged by the teacher made her bald, and the time was very tight.You can't refuse the foreign aid sent to your door.

With clear and visible tangible benefits, all conditions are easy to negotiate.

The solution to one less mind-consuming problem in exchange for the solution to another, more troubling one, is a great deal.

Unprincipled, the little girl Christa bent her light brown eyes, thinking happily.

One sentence at the same time in exchange for a result that both people are satisfied with.

Sherlock strode towards the door, "Go, don't waste time."

"Also, I knocked on the door when I came in, but I'm sorry you weren't there."

Christa blinked her eyes, is this... an explanation?

It wasn't until Christa was abducted into a taxi that she realized that she didn't seem to be the biggest profiteer.

...I feel cheated by Sherlock.

So the little girl said gloomily, "Mr. Holmes..."

Sherlock interrupted her coldly, "You can stop wasting time on these insignificant titles."

Just a difference of one or two syllables.

Christa choked on his logic, but she soberly didn't argue about these small issues, and corrected her address politely: "Well, Sherlock, what reason do you want to call on old Mr. Field?"

According to the information she found on the Internet yesterday, with the prominent family background of this old Field, they couldn't even enter the door without a valid reason.

"No, he will see us."

"Huh?" Christa tilted her head, not understanding where Sherlock's determination came from.

"Old Field doesn't care about his daughter, and he didn't come to me to find out about his daughter."

It is certain that Old Field has other purposes, but is Sherlock so confident?How could he be sure that Old Field would trust him?

She had not yet realized what the name Sherlock Holmes meant in London.

___ It is a legend that walks in the light and shadow and cannot be copied.

In this way, this Mr. Holmes seems to be more famous than she thought.Christa stared at him for a while, then showed her trademark innocent smile, "Then, in your opinion, what is the purpose of old Mr. Field looking for you?"

"Flora Davis."

Krista thought for a moment, "The other person in that painting?"

___ The young girl who has an unusual relationship with Aisha Field, but there is no trace.

Without waiting for Sherlock to give her affirmation, she answered the question by herself, "You checked the visitor records of Don Seth's Garden."

Downsace Garden is a well-known private garden in the UK. It is open to the public from February to September every year, but a real-name appointment is required.

The time on the painting is written in such detail that it is not difficult to check it.

"Yes. Three people went there at that time."

"The other one is Flora Davis' boyfriend." Krista tapped her fingers on the car window.

This was a habit she used to do, with three syllables long and one short.In that cold, dark, windowless room where sunlight cannot reach, through a door, she communicated with people using such syllables.There is only one sentence back and forth.

_are you still there?

_ I have been with you.

Later, after that nightmare life ended, she almost gave up everything related to the past, but kept this habit.When she feels any anxiety in her heart, she will knock out this syllable for peace of mind.

However, after all, there was no one who would respond to her.

This movement is almost subconscious.

Sherlock caught the syllables, like some kind of cipher for a message.

His eyes paused on her pale fingers, and he moved away as if nothing had happened.

"Interestingly, Flora Davis' boyfriend, Blaise Williams, hasn't been heard from since."

"Dead?" Christa raised her eyebrows.

"No, missing. The same missing as Aisha Field."

The only difference is that Aisha Field came back safely, while Blaize had no news.

"Wait a minute." Christa turned on her phone and typed in "Blaze Williams". The web page slowly jumped, and the sensational disappearance case two years ago was loaded.

The displayed information is very brief.

Blaise Williams, the only son of a British lord, the only daughter of the owner of the famous chain restaurant Reliance, and the boyfriend of Flora Davis. In April 2000, he was deliberately murdered because of his ex-girlfriend's hatred.

She looked up, "The news is about being murdered."

This kind of death due to a romantic affair almost ruined the family's reputation.So this matter was suppressed at the time and was not widely publicized by the newspapers.Only a few words broke out on the Internet.

"Isn't the foolish judgment of those goldfish at Scotland Yard less than that? The dead man in the photo was obviously under long-term manual labor and malnourished."

"Where did the photos come from?" There was no specific story of the incident revealed on the Internet, let alone the photos of the scene.

"In Scotland Yard's information system."

Look at the understatement, it's certainly not the first time this has been done.Krista felt that her neighbor was actually a core member of a criminal organization under the guise of a detective, who was sent here as an undercover agent.

"Speaking of which, in these two disappearance cases, Old Field reacted coldly after his daughter disappeared, while Lord Williams didn't even realize that it wasn't his own son who died."

"It's not that it hasn't been discovered. Old Williams has never erected a tombstone for Blaize."

"This is interesting." She turned off her phone and cleared her mind.

"Blize didn't die, but for some reason, he was imprisoned. Someone used him to threaten Old Williams, so he knew that his only son was not dead but he didn't dare to speak up. And Aisha Field was... no, She left with someone voluntarily, and now she's back safe and sound.

Then there are two possibilities.Either Aisha Field was the mastermind of the disappearance, or she had a close relationship with the mastermind. "

And her intuition told her that the cute little princess Elsa is more likely to be an excellent planner.

"Okay, dear Mr. Sherlock, stop making unnecessary guesses, let us look for more conclusive evidence to prove the truth!"

Krista opened the car door, ending the conversation.

The Field family is a well-known aristocratic family in the United Kingdom. Although they have no titles a few generations ago, their wealth has attracted the attention of the entire United Kingdom.Just judging from this vast manor, it is enough to imagine their luxury.

Standing in front of this manor, she suddenly wondered whether the generous reward that Old Field had promised could not be counted.

As if he knew that there was a visitor, the gate of the typical British-style manor slowly opened to both sides.A deacon in a black tuxedo stepped out and bowed to them.

...as if returning to the eighteenth century of feudalism.

"Mr. said yesterday that there will be a distinguished guest coming to the door. I ordered you to entertain them well. Please come with me." Although the deacon is nearly sixty years old, there is still no fault in his etiquette.

The old Mr. Field was exceptionally accurate in guessing Sherlock's character.

Christa paid attention to the situation around the manor for a few seconds, and the three monitors above her head watched everything around her in all directions.

No wonder it opened so quickly.

It's great to have money! Christa sighed in her heart while carefully looking at the inside of the manor.

The deacon took them to the side hall and ordered someone to serve them tea.

"Mr. is currently discussing matters with another guest. Please wait here for a while."

"It's Tom Williams."

Regarding this, the old deacon did not change his face, "It is His Excellency Lord Williams. Mr. Holmes really lives up to his reputation."

"This painting is very beautiful, was it painted by a famous artist?" Christa looked at the large oil painting on the wall, seemingly unintentionally asking.

"It was drawn by our lady. My husband liked this painting very much, so he hung it here."

"Then why not hang it in the main hall? Isn't it more conspicuous in the main hall?"

"There is another painting of Miss in the main hall. It is the one that Miss is most satisfied with. If you have a chance, you can take a look."

"So that's the case. Your lady's paintings are very spiritual."

"Miss Aisha must be very happy to hear your compliment."

After the deacon left, Christa was still studying the painting.Sherlock half-slumped in the sofa, he casually glanced at the painting, "This painting is nothing special."

"Yes, nothing special." She turned around, "It's just that Miss Field's masterpiece is not the same author as the one we saw in her apartment."