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

Cecil knocked on the door of 221B early the next morning with two dark circles under his eyes.

Mrs. Hudson brought him a glass of milk sympathetically, and Cecil sat on the sofa holding the milk glass, looking out of his mind.His blue eyes were full of melancholy, and Mrs. Hudson, who vaguely heard what had happened, gave him a comforting hug, "Don't worry, everything will be fine with Sherlock. By the way, Sherlock Woolen cloth?"

Christa was pushing the door and coming in, followed by a Sherlock Holmes. "Here, we just talked a little bit about it up there."

Christa sat down opposite Cecil, and gently pushed a piece of paper over. It was the half of the card that Sherlock had peeled off yesterday to write the second paragraph of Cecil's poem.

"I think you might need to take a look." There was a hint of subtlety in Kristak's tone.

Cecil lowered his head and covered his eyes with his hands, "Don't look, I know what it is."

"Don't worry too much, Sherlock already has clues." Christa and Sherlock looked at each other, and there were some emotions that they only understood each other in their black and white eyes.

"I'm scared... so many people have accidents because of me..." the novelist said bitterly.

"Now the second story has a better ending than what you wrote. Don't worry too much." In Cecil's story, the little girl ended up with no parents and was sent to a welfare institution, while in reality the mother, He didn't become addicted to gambling like in the story, and betrayed his own children.

"I shouldn't have written this book...why should I write this book..." The novelist was not appeased, but collapsed even more.

Krista sighed.

"Cecil, calm down."

Mrs. Hudson said, "Poor boy. I'll make some breakfast. Food will make you feel better."

Sherlock on the side asked for a cup of coffee unceremoniously.

"What is the last story in your idea?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

Cecil was a little dazed, hesitated for a while before saying: "Actually... I haven't thought about it yet. But I originally wanted to write a love story, but now... no matter what, I won't start writing. I liked this very much at first. The plot..." When he said this, his face suddenly turned pale, and it took him a long time to speak out with difficulty, "...In the last story, the heroine is based on Christa..."

When she heard her name, she folded her sleeves and froze.

Sherlock's expression remained unchanged, "Tell me about the specific plot."

Cecil looked at Christa with an unclear expression, then at Sherlock, and nodded, "The heroine is called Elizabeth. The sonnet in the novel was set by her. She is a woman with many The suitor's violinist, she has shown her face in the previous three stories, the first one is in..."

Sherlock interrupted him, "I can find these plots, so I don't need to repeat them."

Knowing that he had a great memory, Cecil didn't say anything, "Elizabeth's story is very simple. She and my detective had a brief relationship, and finally separated because of family, personality and other factors. But in the detective's handling of the case The two reunited during the process, and the final scene saw the two meet again at the place where they first met."

"So it's... a story wrapped in reasoning and love at its core?" Krista tilted her head, her voice surprised.

"If you say that...it's fine." The novelist smiled wryly. "Krista, aren't you worried? My story..."

"What is there to worry about? I didn't get a love script? Don't worry about the safety of your life." Christa smiled, with a hint of sarcasm from the corner of her mouth, "What's more, my fate is not just a random story It can be decided."

Hearing this, Cecil couldn't help showing a little smile even though he was in a bad mood.

Sherlock's eyes flicked over to Krista.

Christa didn't seem to notice it, and continued: "The more important thing now is the third story, I think we can learn about it in advance."

Cecil hesitated, "But the background of the third story is in summer, and now it's December..."

"It won't be that long, the third case will happen soon." Sherlock said lightly. "The murderer is deliberately reminding us that we won't wait until next summer."

"Then... shall we go there now?" Cecil hesitated, "I want to go and see that little girl first, and I'd better apologize to their mother and daughter."

"They moved." Christa paused, "They seem to have returned to China."

"Then..." The novelist was at a loss, "Should we go earlier, I'm afraid something will happen again."

"The sooner the better." Christa nodded, "The third case happened at... Lake Eden.①"

***

Ming Anna was so busy these two days that she didn't have time to take her dog for a walk.

Just like what her big boss said, Sherlock Holmes, a person with a strange brain circuit, actually came back to check it on purpose, and I don't know if the big detective saw anything.

The matter of the underground casino made her even more anxious, and Mycroft Holmes suddenly cleaned up.This forced Minna to hasten the withdrawal of her staff. Even so, some of them fell into the clutches of Mycroft Holmes.Fortunately, there were no core personnel who were arrested, and no secrets would be revealed. Apart from the need to redeploy staff, this is fine.But the problem is that the offshoot of the Byrd family who was in charge of contacting them with regard to the underground casino was also arrested, and Slater was messing with it, which made her dare not act rashly now.

At this time, I have to be thankful that their big boss had the foresight to resell the casino to the Byrd family in advance, withdraw important personnel, and set the fire on Slater by the way, which relieved her a lot of burden.

Originally, Slater seemed to want to expose the underground casino through Sherlock Holmes and cause trouble for them, but when things went wrong, he could only quickly stop. As a result, Mycroft Holmes moved too fast and caught fire. himself.

But what Slater is doing now, although the lady asked them to ignore it for the time being, she is still a little worried. After all, once the matter involves the person on Baker Street, it always makes people feel uneasy.

Moreover, Baker Street is also the territory of Mycroft Holmes after all, and there is also an unknown Sherlock Holmes in it.

Even without mentioning other people, what the young lady is doing is still confusing. She always feels that their big boss is planning some extraordinary plan in a calm and calm manner.

But she is just a subordinate, no matter how worried she is, she can only follow orders.

Ming Anna put her mind back, don't think too much, she still works hard, strives to retire early, and take her dog to travel around the world.

Thinking so, she turned on the computer to work, and checked the various emails waiting for a reply one by one.

One of the latest emails is from the Experiment Department, applying to bring Taroy back from the United States.

Ming Anna frowned. Although she vaguely knew that they were involved in the Byrd family's affairs, she never thought that Taroy would be related to those lunatics in the Experimental Department.

And the Experimental Department... Although nominally they and Slater have half the ownership, almost everyone knows that Slater is the leader in the actual sense.Their big boss... It is widely recognized within the organization that they hate the Experimental Department the most.

But now that the Experimental Department has sent an email application, it seems that things are very different from what they imagined.

Ming Anna read the email several times, but she didn't dare to reply easily, so she postponed it for the time being, and decided to wait until she asked her boss what she meant before making a decision.

She didn't directly intervene in the affairs of the Byrd family. She thought it was Mrs. Sifle who was doing things, but now she saw that the water was very deep.

Ming Anna is now a little worried that she will be killed because she knows too much.

***

The Siful family is not peaceful now.

The current head of the family, John Sifle, hangs out with his mistress outside. The last time he went home, this daughter was found, and he went home to take a look twice.

Mrs. Sifle sat on the sofa, staring at her daughter coldly.

"I thought you should be sensible after the last accident."

Aurora Sifle bit her lip, with tears rolling in her eyes, stubbornly refusing to speak.

Seeing her appearance, Mrs. Sifle became angry from the bottom of her heart, "Be sober, do you know what people are saying about you now?"

Aurora raised her head, and changed from being gentle and submissive in the past, "What else can I say, it's just that I have lost the face of the surname Sifle."

A group of sanctimonious beasts in clothes who knew nothing speculated with the utmost malice during the past few years of her disappearance.

"Who do you think you are looking at? If he is willing to marry you, he would have mentioned it long ago!" Mrs. Sieful raised her voice, "Don't even think about it, what Mycroft Holmes is doing recently! At this time you and Did he get together because he wanted the entire Sifle family to be buried with you?"

"When you and your father were planning interests together with Slater, you never thought that what you did would drag the Sifle family into trouble. In the end, it's just that you have a guilty conscience." Aurora satirized gently.

Mrs. Siefort rubbed her head, "Aurora, the surname Siefort has brought you status, but it is also destined for you to bear the responsibility of a Siefort. You have grown up and can no longer be willful."

"The responsibility you said is to marry me to a man older than my father?" Aurora smiled, contemptuously and arrogantly.

"Marriage is just a bargaining chip that can be used for exchange. After you get married, you can find someone you like and be with him. As long as you don't get stabbed in front of the media, you can do whatever you want." Mrs. Sifle slowed down her tone, coaxing road.

"It's just like you and your father, it's so sad and ridiculous!" Aurora was unmoved, "Anyway, you and your father have so many children, you can just pick one to marry, why is it me?"

Mrs. Sifle closed her eyes, a little tired, "Because you are the only one who will be recognized. Your father and I have only one child, Aurora."

"It's ridiculous. Is there any kind of kinship between you ruthless politicians? Only common interests."

"Aurora, if possible, I also hope that you can freely marry whoever you like. But you have to understand that you can't help yourself." Mrs. Sifle looked at her with a desolate look that Aurora couldn't understand.

Aurora was a little afraid that she would be persuaded, and emphasized loudly again, "I will not agree. I will definitely...never marry my friend's father. I don't want to lose my friend, and I don't want to lose myself!"

Mrs. Sifle gave her a deep look, "It's getting late, let's eat first."

Born into such a family, there will be no ego in the first place, generation after generation.

Still a child after all.she thinks.

The author has something to say: Note ①: Eden Lake is a place name, and it comes from the movie "Eden Lake". Because you can't write about a single fan, so I will synthesize a little bit of others, which will not affect the composition of the world view.

It doesn't matter if you haven't seen the movie, this article is a modified version, and it can basically be viewed as an original.

Think of the movie as the plot of Cecil's novel, and then we don't follow the plot of Cecil's novel.

(Am I a spoiler too?)