[Comprehensive] The daily life of Miss Downton Fourth

"Cough cough cough..."

Cynthia lay on the shore as if she was about to cough up her lungs, her clothes were dripping wet.

Those who didn't know thought it was some kind of water ghost crawling out of the river, and Cynthia brushed her wet hair back casually.Her clothes were all wet, but the suitcase was on that train, and there was no need to change it. All this was caused by the person next to her.

Cynthia turned her head to ask Sherlock what to do now, did he expect such a situation.

But when she saw Sherlock who was only wearing a soaked white shirt, her heart skipped a beat and she quickly glanced away.

When Sherlock jumped into the water, he hated the cumbersome red uniform and threw it away long ago.The white shirt that was already close-fitting was soaked in water and clinging to his body, and Sherlock couldn't take it off because of the person next to him.

It's just that wearing it is the same as not wearing it. Cynthia glanced at it just now, and the shape of the abdominal muscles is still shaking in front of her eyes.

Because she couldn't forget the scene enough to make people's nose bleed, Cynthia's pale cheeks turned red after soaking in water.

She covered her face with her hands, not wanting Sherlock to see her blushing.Still muttering silently: It's no big deal, you haven't seen so many pictures on the Internet, you have seen the picture of Xiao Lizi playing with a water gun.

Sherlock wrung out the moisture on his trousers, and he felt a little more comfortable, so that there would be no watermarks every step of the way.Just as I was about to tell Cynthia to leave after tidying up, I saw her talking to herself.

"Are you going to walk all the way with dripping water?"

A magnetic voice sounded behind Cynthia, and Cynthia lowered the temperature on her face with her cold hands, and she didn't dare to look at Sherlock anymore.

With Sherlock behind her back, Cynthia found a tall bush to block herself, and then took off the long coat and twisted it.It was a good thing she was wearing a coat before she went into the water, otherwise a dress would be useless.

The temperature is not too cold now, but the wet clothes are cold on the body, and Cynthia can't help shivering when the wind blows.Even so, Cynthia wrapped her wet coat tightly.

It doesn't matter if Sherlock is a man, Cynthia will meet someone in a wet dress, I'm afraid that person will not cast a good look at her.

The lake they fell into was quite big, but it didn't look like there were any houses around it.Britain has a vast land and rich resources, and there are only one family far away. I don’t know when they can change their clothes.

Cynthia desperately wanted a stove and a blanket, and she had to walk in wet clothes for an unknown amount of time after falling into the water.This is an era when there are no specific medicines, and a cold does not know how long it will take to heal, and it will be troublesome if it turns into pneumonia.

"Do you know this place? Is there any room around for us to warm up, I feel uncomfortable in my throat."

Cynthia touched her neck, she didn't know that she had coughed too hard just now, it was faintly itchy now.This was not a good omen, Sherlock looked at her flimsy clothes and suspected that she would not be able to make it to the place he had planned.

Just as Sherlock hadn't expected that Cynthia couldn't swim, he hadn't expected her to be so weak.Even if she reached the rest point, there was no medicine for her there.

If this drags on, it is inevitable that Cynthia will get sick.

Sherlock was not very satisfied with the result of his arrangement, he urged: "Five minutes, you can see the people who come to help after 5 minutes. When I get to the place, I will contact Watson and ask him to come over."

Watson is really a good helper, and he is an assistant when there is a case.Not only to give tools to Sherlock, but also to accompany him in acting and to help him write stories. At this time, he also needs to be a doctor.

There was no salary for all of this, and when Cynthia thought about it, she suddenly realized that Watson was really devoted to Mr. Holmes.

Cynthia couldn't help asking: "Isn't Mr. Watson with you? Did you get on the train alone?"

"Is there a problem? My judgment is that I can do this alone, without his help."

In fact, Sherlock accidentally discovered that several people were staring at Cynthia, when he learned from Mr. Davis that she was leaving Derbyshire alone today.

He thought that there is no better place for a person to disappear than on the train, and the group of people must be ambushing on this train.

Time did not allow him to return to the manor to inform Watson, and Sherlock boarded the train alone, then knocked out a conductor and changed into his uniform.

In other words, Watson was thrown at Chatsworth Manor by Sherlock.Maybe he just received a note that his friend had left at this time, and he was blaming the detective for leaving without saying goodbye.

Sherlock took Cynthia and walked in one direction for a few minutes, and sure enough, he saw a man wearing a hat 5 minutes later.He was still holding blankets, towels and other things in his hands, as if he was already preparing to welcome a person who fell into the water.

When he walked in front of the two of them, he raised his hat in surprise.

"Mr. Holmes, didn't you say there was only one person? I'm afraid I haven't brought enough."

Sherlock nodded to him helplessly, "There was an accident. It's okay, just give the blanket to this lady first."

Cynthia glanced at him, this man premeditatedly pushed her down from the moment he got in the car?Even the people who came to pick him up had been arranged, and she took the blanket and put it on her body without hesitation.

With the insulation of the blanket, at least Cynthia felt that her skin would not be directly exposed to the wind.She handed the towel to Sherlock, "Wipe it, the water from your head is dripping down your neck."

Originally pretending to be a train conductor, he had to wear a hat and tuck his hair in.Sherlock didn't even apply hairspray, and even the little curly hair couldn't stop it after being soaked in water.

Sherlock had been using hairspray before, and it was also because Watson and Mrs. Hudson felt that this curly hair didn't suit them slightly.A well-known detective should be characterized by something other than a striking little curly hair that people think of Mr. Holmes.

If Cynthia were to judge, she would prefer Sherlock in a natural state.

Hairspray, it's a bit too spoiled, let's say the little Malfoy in Harry Potter.Wearing hairspray at the age of one or two, he is an annoying brat.The third grader changed her hairstyle. Although she was still annoyingly naive, her appearance has improved a few degrees.

Cynthia's eyes couldn't help resting on Sherlock's hair again, she would really like to touch it if she had the chance.It's a pity that this action is too intimate, and there is a saying that hairstyle is the last stubbornness.If Sherlock Holmes really likes hairspray, she can only touch a hand of oil.

The person who came to pick them up was very quiet, and led them to his home without asking what happened to them.It must be someone who has been helped by Sherlock, anyway, he will not be his friend, after all, Holmes has only one friend, Watson.

I don't know if it was because Cynthia chanted too many sentences in her heart, but Sherlock sneezed.Terrified, Cynthia quickly put away all her thoughts, muttering to herself that this was none of her business, and he must have a cold to sneeze.

Sherlock has been a detective all these years, but he doesn't just sit on the sofa and catch the murderer by analysis. His physical fitness is not bad at all.The falling water will not make him catch a cold, and someone else will catch a cold.

They managed to reach a not-so-big room, where a set of clothes had been prepared for Cynthia.After she changed, she hugged the blanket and sat beside the fireplace to warm up, only then did she feel her body warm up.

But gradually, she began to cough in a low voice from time to time.The temperature on his face also rose, and he didn't know if it was a fever or the temperature of the fireplace.

Sherlock had just finished calling Watson when he saw Cynthia drowsy wrapped in a blanket.The person who was responsible for picking them up had already left, and now there was no one else to take care of her except herself.

What's more, Sherlock knew a little medical knowledge, and he dragged Cynthia away from the fireplace.Maybe it was because she left the heat source, Cynthia snorted twice in dissatisfaction, but her eyes did not open.

After a while, Sherlock put the back of his hand on Cynthia's forehead to measure the temperature.Sure enough, there was a little fever, but fortunately the temperature was not too high, and it was not a problem to spend the night safely.

It's not easy to be sick. Cynthia fell asleep in a daze and woke up feeling that her nose was blocked and her throat hurt.The dinner was prepared by Sherlock, and Cynthia had no appetite, so she put down the spoon after taking two casual bites.

"Don't lock the door at night. Watson told you to check it a few times to prevent you from developing a high temperature at night. If you really have a fever, you need to cool down."

Without drugs, I can only cool down physically. It seems that there are a lot of troubles tonight.Sherlock probably couldn't sleep well, and I'm afraid there are not many people in this world who he can take care of.

Cynthia pursed her lips, "Thank you, Mr. Holmes."

"You can call me Sherlock, except that no one around the client calls me Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock mentioned the client with special meaning, but Cynthia was sick and her mind was not turning around, so she didn't understand what he was referring to.

Cynthia didn't move the bread on the dining table. She had a sore throat because she hated the dryness of the bread.She drank a lot of thick soup, and Cynthia thought it might be because her body temperature was getting higher and she was a little dehydrated.

When lying on the bed with her eyes closed, Cynthia kept licking her dry lips.She pressed the back of her cold hand to her hot eyes and fell asleep like this.

In the middle of the night, Sherlock got up to visit her a few times, and the third time he found that the temperature had risen.He fetched a basin of cold water, soaked the towel, wrung it dry and placed it on Cynthia's forehead.

After posting it, Cynthia trembled subconsciously.She moved uncomfortably, and the towel fell off and covered her eyes.

Sherlock pulled it up and asked softly, "Feeling better?"

Cynthia's voice was dry, and she answered slowly: "Well, this temperature is so comfortable."

Seeing her slowly falling asleep again, Sherlock didn't go back to his room but moved a chair and sat beside the bed.

After a while, he seemed to remember something and asked, "What did you want to entrust me with?"

Cynthia followed the sound and turned towards him, "It's nothing, I've already solved it. I just hope... more people will survive, and you will definitely be able to do better than me."

She slurred the middle words, and Sherlock didn't hear them.He leaned closer and asked again: "What can more people survive?"

The voice was too close, and Cynthia subconsciously leaned over there, her face was only one centimeter away from Sherlock.Sherlock immediately took two steps back, and the chair almost fell over.

The movement was a bit loud, and Cynthia opened her eyes, and the two looked at each other for a moment.

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Thank you for liking this article. The stupid author is in a hurry to save the manuscript. I am thinking about code words when washing clothes.

It’s not good to hold your phone all the time when you’re at work. I feel that you don’t read your comments much, so there may be fewer replies.

One last thing to mention, this article may be about anti-theft in the future.Because it is the first time to do anti-theft, the stupid author also has a lot of things that he doesn't understand. The specific ratio and time will be set again, and the specifics will be placed in the copy later.