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

"Ms. Emma. Long time no see."

Christa's tone was friendly and gentle, but the meaningful inquiry in her eyes told her that was not the case at all.

The two co-authors have discovered her existence long ago, so they are waiting for her here.

Emma flicked her wavy curly hair, knowing that the more she talked with these two people, the more she would be exposed, so she didn't plan to deal with them too much.

Emma's red lips are slightly hooked, and the corners of her slightly raised eyes reveal all kinds of amorous feelings, which are far from the first time they met.Christa looked at the person carefully, thinking that she and Sherlock didn't notice anything wrong when they were in the nursing home before, and their acting skills were better than Sherlock's.

"What's the matter with you two? I'm not familiar with you two, right? It doesn't seem right to stop me like this?" Emma met the eyes of the two directly, her lips were like roses stained with morning dew.

Anyway, Mycroft Holmes is now responsible, and she can pass the blame to him without any scruples.It is impossible that Mr. Holmes could possibly tell his brother everything.

Moreover, she had to stay in Baker Street for a long time, and if she didn't meet her today, she would always meet her in the future.

"It's nothing. Don't worry, we just want to ask if you have changed your job? After all, the last time I saw you was in York." Krista bent her eyes to hide the vigilance in her eyes.

Compared with the last time we met in a hurry, maybe this appearance is closer to the real character of this Ms. Emma, ​​or maybe this is just her disguised side.This Emma...can't even judge the authenticity of her name!

"Doing the same job all the time makes life lose its original pleasure." Emma looked at the two people, feeling strange in her heart. Although they were neighbors, there was no need to be like this...inseparable, right?

"Then what new job did you get?" Krista narrowed her eyes.With a pocket pistol hidden in her pocket, and a communicator and a miniature camera on her body, it seems that Emma's new job is very unusual.

Sherlock, who was the backdrop, lost interest in Emma after taking a quick look at her.

Most people have nothing to hide from Holmes, and Miss Emma, ​​who is very self-confident, is not always an exception.

Last time I didn't see that Flora took up a large part of the reason.Without their understanding and Emma taking the lead, it would not be difficult for a person with some professional training to hide Holmes temporarily.

And such professionally trained people are not everywhere.Even if there are a lot of Baker Street, from the fruit seller to the waiter in the coffee shop, they are all agents under McCoff, but this does not mean that the receptionist of a nursing home also has special skills.

The woman in front of her was not so much guarding herself as she was guarding Christa.The reason why she needs to be on guard against Christa can only be that she has a secret that cannot be known to Christa——it has something to do with her various behaviors that do not match her identity.

But what made him strange was that Krista had always believed in something he didn't know, and felt that it was impossible for him to understand.

He saw lies and contradictions in her.

Sherlock, who has always kept the conclusion hidden in his heart, is only secretly observing Christa's various reactions at this time.

Although Christa is naive and stubborn, and occasionally degenerates into a goldfish, she is still a good partner.If he told her some undecided conclusions in advance, she would just jump in anger, and he didn't want to spend his time comforting a moody little girl.

As for Emma, ​​she still wears the favorite micro-communicator of Mycroft's useless men in her ear.Her identity is clear at a glance - she has some kind of relationship with Christa, and she is still under McCoff, she can only be the spy who was discovered by McCoff a long time ago.

Without any other more useful information from Emma, ​​Sherlock didn't bother to speak.

Let Krista ask.People are always more likely to believe their own conclusions.

Krista asked a few unimportant questions that Emma didn't quite understand what she was asking, but answered as best she could.

"... work? Of course I am working for Mr. Holmes now."

Christa looked at Sherlock subconsciously, with a girlish sly look, "Sherlock, this brother, Mycroft, really cares for you, and another one will take care of you. Maybe one day, the whole Baker The street is full of people from Mycroft."

"That doesn't matter to me."

Christa finally said goodbye to Emma with a smile, and slowly walked back to 221B with Sherlock.

"Who does Emma belong to?" Krista looked at the road under her feet and kicked away a small stone on the road.

"Mycroft's. Didn't she say it?" Sherlock's eyes followed the stone that slid into a parabola in mid-air, and he was familiar with nonsense.

She turned her head to look at the young man's slightly pale and well-defined side face, and smiled disapprovingly: "Sherlock, although I can't tell the truth from what she said, but your expression clearly tells me that's not the case." You know, I have always been very sensitive to emotions. Of course, it is also true for Emma. Although she was nervous and surprised when she saw us, she was also obviously relieved, which showed that she knew that one day she and us would definitely meet. As for Why are you panicking? It's a pity that Miss Emma didn't tell us this secret."

"Your analysis is only based on your intuition, what if your feelings deceive you?" Sherlock asked calmly.

"My feelings don't deceive me. If it happens like you said, it's not my feelings that deceive me, but my emotions. Ah... wait, I'm going to buy some cherries."

With his hands in his coat pockets, Sherlock stood outside the fruit shop and waited for her for 5 minutes.

Krista came out with a box of plump cherries.

The owner of the fruit shop, that poor Mycroft's subordinate, kindly left her a copy of the freshest cherries.

"Your brother's subordinates are all good people." Christa sighed.

Sherlock: "..." Maybe Mycroft's men are a little more useful than he thinks?

Christa took out the key and opened the door, and couldn't help complaining, "Why is it so cold in London at this time? I think I need to buy a pair of gloves."

"Playing the violin with gloves on?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, the irony in his slightly raised tone.

"The violin...God! I haven't touched the violin for the past two days, and the teacher came back from the United States to accuse me... Sherlock, I hope you don't encounter any troublesome cases in the next month."

"That would be boring."

"You can develop a new hobby, such as learning how to write a beautiful sonnet from Cecil. In this way, you may be able to find a girlfriend by writing love poems someday." Christa raised slightly Stepping up the steps, he sincerely suggested.

In fact, it should be quite easy for Sherlock to find a girlfriend, but it is very difficult to find someone who does not dislike him for a long time.

I don't know who will be so unlucky in the future, and maybe Sherlock can only live with his skull for the rest of his life.

"Writing love poems? I don't need such meaningless skills." Then Sherlock walked in and closed the door, "It is enough for me to know how to write emails. I wrote an email to Mrs. Winona in your name , but she hasn't replied to me yet."

The author has something to say: Emma (smiling manually): Can I kill the two Holmes brothers?Why are you doing this to me?

Christa: Get ready first, Mycroft might send you to have a decapitated meal.