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

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It took Christa ten seconds to digest the news, and the name of Arthur Byrd spun in her mind several times before flying away.

"...It does look like Arthur." Christa recalled Arthur's appearance, "but why do these girls look like himself?"

The rhetoric of the twins was circling in her mind again, but reason told her that it could not be the reason for the twins.

If it is twins, why does the Byrd family only recognize Anne instead of Arthur?After all, a healthy male heir is obviously more valuable to these ancient families than a sickly female heir.

As Krista spoke, she heard a rush of messy footsteps, and then someone pushed the door open.

It was an acquaintance.

"Lestrade, long time no see." Christa silently moved herself to Sherlock's side and greeted calmly.

Go see Sherlock, not her.Christa, who was being baptized by everyone's eyes, thought desperately.

Lestrade was very surprised, "Sherlock! Liz! Why are you here? And what about that girl?"

Behind Lestrade, apart from the people from Scotland Yard and the Bird family, there was also a middle-aged lady with long dark blonde hair neatly coiled up and a royal blue dress that was elegant and decent.Her stern aura is intimidating, mixed with politician's shrewdness and feminine elegance.

Christa quietly looked at her a few more times, and the middle-aged lady smiled at her, with a bit of tenderness and love like looking at a child.

Sherlock said at this time: "Leftstrade, think about it with your poor little brain, she obviously failed to commit suicide, and now she has lost too much blood and is unconscious."

When the middle-aged lady heard this, she smiled slightly and said, "I remember that there are several family doctors on call here. Let's treat them first before sending them to the hospital."

Gentle and gentle, but undeniable.

"Of course, Mrs. Sifle." The man who looked like a housekeeper replied respectfully, and called a young maid a few steps away, "You go and ask Dr. Yarlin to come."

"Okay, should you two explain why you are here now? The private territory of the Byrd family?" Mrs. Sifle continued to ask gently.

... Sherlock's attempts to shift focus had not been successful.

Christa thought to herself, sure enough, people who seem kinder may have more eyes than anyone else.

She took a step forward and said reservedly: "I think, why you are here is our reason. Please allow me to introduce..."

Mrs. Sieful interrupted her kindly: "Such a clever boy. But there is no need to introduce too much, Mr. Holmes, good day. I mentioned you to Mycroft the other day, and we only met recently, didn't we? "

Sherlock's hands were still in the pockets of the windbreaker, with a calm expression: "Good day, Mrs. Sifle. It seems that you are very happy that your daughter has returned safely."

Christa saw the flash of anger and embarrassment in the eyes of the lady, "Of course, it's really not easy for Aurora to come back safely. Thank you very much for your help."

Aurora... Aurora...

Christa suddenly remembered where she had heard the name—it was a news report on the car radio on the way back from Donseth Garden with Cecil.

The only daughter of a British MP who has been missing for many years has finally been found.

The news report was vague, and she didn't pay attention at that time, but in retrospect, there are many doubts.

For example, the report did not mention the whereabouts of Aurora Siefort during her disappearance and how she was found, but mentioned that she may have suffered some extraordinary pain.

At the end of the report, it was mentioned that Miss Siever had a marriage contract with the eldest son of another congressman, but it has been quickly broken up in recent days.

This report alone seems to have no problem at all, but when combined with the fact that Mrs. Siever brought Scotland Yard here today, and Sherlock's words, it has to be thought-provoking.

Maybe that Miss Aurora is also a victim of the Byrd family's interest chain.

Thinking of this, Christa felt a slight chill in her heart—this family has acted so rampantly, and the water behind it must be unfathomable.

Arthur Bird came over, hurriedly pushed aside the crowd, glanced at Christa and Sherlock, and smiled at Mrs. Siever: "After all, today is my wedding, it would be impolite for you to rush in so rashly." Bar?"

Mrs. Sifle did not have a good face towards Arthur, "Etiquette is of course something that people can talk about. Naturally, animals in human skin are not so particular. After all, no matter how pretentious animals are, they can't change the despicableness in their bones. nature."

Arthur was not angry, "Ma'am is right. So it's understandable that these two don't know etiquette."

Christa, who was suddenly liquidated, expressed her innocence, "Mr. Bird, please act urgently. But it is true that we were rude, and I would like to apologize to you."

Mrs. Sifle nodded to her, "There is no need to worry about this trivial matter. Mr. Bird should first talk about what is going on with these girls."

"I believe that with your language skills, you will be able to give a wonderful answer."

This is naked irony.

Krista smiled knowingly.

"I think this small matter can be discussed later. What is more important now is my wedding. After all, the wedding is only one time, and the guests are all here."

"Oh. Since you think so, what do you guys think?" Mrs. Sifle's smile remained unchanged.

"The detectives must be very understanding."

Christa watched the two of them fighting back and forth, and Sherlock had a nonchalant expression on his face.

A middle-aged detective with a high rank touched his nose and smoothed things over: "...well, the wedding is indeed very important. Let's take these girls back to Scotland Yard to take notes, and we will leave some of them at the wedding. Please, Mr Bird, go to Scotland Yard immediately after the wedding for trial."

Mrs. Sifle: "I think the detectives might as well take Mr. Bird back with him after a while. After all, this kind of thing happened, who knows if the bride will marry or not. Oh—maybe the bride will be very happy, After all, Mr. Byrd is in jail, and the bride can take the Byrd family fortune and find another husband."

That's a harsh word.

Christa couldn't help but sympathize with this Mr. Bird.

"I don't need you to worry about it, but if you want, you can be a witness for us."

... Well, this thick-skinned Mr. Bird needs no sympathy.

"I don't have the honor." Mrs. Sifle said coldly.

The witnesses were invited early in the morning, and everyone didn't take Arthur's words to heart.The family doctor of the Byrd family quickly rushed to treat the wound of the girl who committed suicide by slitting her wrist, and rushed her to the hospital.

The butler methodically seated the extra Scotland Yard guests.

Everything was in order and there was no disturbance.

The wedding venue is in the small garden behind the castle.Christa and Sherlock followed the crowd unhurriedly, and no one cared about the two trespassing on the castle. Thanks to Mrs. Sifle.

"Taroy is obviously unwilling to marry Arthur, but Arthur seems to be sure that the wedding will go smoothly?" She discussed with Sherlock in a low voice.

Sherlock: "Of course, as long as a shallow threat, such as Isidor's safety. Love is such a hormone-induced thing that is not very sensible."

"Perhaps so. But what happened to Mrs. Sievell surprised me a bit. It would be fine if it was just a coincidence, but if someone contributes to the flames-the Bird family cannot be brought down through human trafficking, and the water behind this industrial chain is very deep. But starting from Arthur Bird's private morality of imprisoning innocent girls, although it is harmful to their interests, this fire will not be burned on them, but they can still get a share of the Byrd family. And It is not a wise move to offend the Severe family, which is deeply rooted in the political circle, for Arthur Byrd."

"Wait, what Mrs. Sifle said just now...you and her missing daughter...she asked you to find someone? So you planned this incident?"

The author has something to say: I... strive for double updates tomorrow