[Comprehensive] The daily life of Miss Downton Fourth

After receiving the notice, Watson bought a ticket for the nearest train and rushed over.There was also a rain on the road, and there was no shelter around him in a hurry.Before Watson could find the umbrella from the suitcase, he was drenched all over.

When Watson knocked on the door in embarrassment, Sherlock couldn't believe that the person at the door was his friend, the doctor with a little cleanliness.

"How is she? Is the temperature still that high?"

As a doctor's professional ethics, Watson began to ask the patient's condition before he even wiped his hair with a towel.He also took a detour to buy a medicine box, so he came a little late, and it would be bad if the patient had a problem at this time.

Sherlock thought of the woman who just closed her eyes after glancing at him, she should be fine, at least her ears are fine.

"If you give her medicine, she should be fine. Go and check."

Watson walked into Cynthia's room carrying the medicine box, and the temperature in the room warmed his cold body.He bent down to check Cynthia's temperature and pupils. Fortunately, he arrived in time, and her condition should be better after taking the medicine.

Watson, who was about to give medicine to Cynthia, stopped when he thought of the "jealousy" his friend had shown before.She was very kind and wanted to give Sherlock this opportunity. After all, as a friend, you can't just watch him miss the marriage, right?

Thinking about it, he took out a few medicines from the medicine box and handed them to Sherlock: "Take it, and observe the situation tomorrow morning."

Sherlock looked down at the medicine in his hand in puzzlement: "The patient should be the one inside, why did you give me the medicine? Could it be that if I take it, she will wake up?"

Watson: ...I really convinced you of your brain circuit, it's not normal anymore.

"It's not too late, it's not good for me to stay there. Go and wake up Miss Cynthia and let her eat."

Sherlock glanced at Watson. Could it be that he also knew that Cynthia had a secret and gave him a chance to try it out?This was indeed a good opportunity, Sherlock grabbed the medicine and entered Cynthia's room again.

I have to say that this was really a misunderstanding. Watson watched with relief as his friend knew how to please women, which is really rare.

In the room, Sherlock woke up Cynthia and put the medicine directly in front of her, not even a glass of water.Cynthia was half lying on the bed with the quilt in her arms, and her hair was untied without the maid braiding her.

Her voice was hoarse after sleeping, and she didn't want to stare at Sherlock with heavy eyelids, "Give me a glass of water, I can't swallow so much medicine."

Sherlock obediently poured her a glass of warm water from the outside, his obedience was unbelievable.Cynthia looked up at him, wondering if Watson was possessed?It's not like Mr. Holmes not to hate people.

With warm water, Cynthia drank the handful of bitter pills.Feeling that the taste in her mouth was even more indescribable, she closed her eyes and continued to rest without noticing Sherlock's presence or absence.

Before she fell asleep completely, she suddenly remembered that Sherlock had asked something just now?Thinking of what she might have revealed while half asleep, Cynthia's sleepiness dissipated a little, and she carefully recalled what she just said.

"Did you just say that there was an accident? Who survived?"

Cynthia opened her eyes and looked straight at Sherlock. She twitched the corners of her mouth, "What are you talking about? Did I just talk in my sleep? Please take care of me, Mr. Holmes. Now I want to rest."

Sherlock was caught off guard, and her breathing was obviously calm just now, why is she still sober?

This is all right, no matter what Cynthia said before.She covered up all the words in her sleep, Sherlock licked his molars, and walked out resentfully.

Seeing Sherlock come out expressionless, Watson scratched the back of his head.Thinking this shouldn't be, this doesn't look like a happy expression.

Now is obviously not a good time to ask questions. You must know that Sherlock is the easiest to vent his anger on others when he is in a bad mood.Watson didn't want to deliver the head. He went to another room, changed into a clean set of clothes, and lay down comfortably to rest.

The next morning, the sun shone into the yard, sweeping away the haze of yesterday.Part of the water stains on the ground evaporated, and the rain in the deep pit still reflected wisps of sunlight.

Cynthia didn't sleep very well last night because of her illness.She didn't wake up early in the morning, and there would be no maid here to bring her meals to her room.

So she changed into the clothes prepared in the room and went to the living room, and greeted Watson with a smile.

Watson, who was holding the coffee, immediately responded with a smile, "How do you feel physically? Why do you suddenly catch a cold? If I come a little later, the fever will be serious. Miss Cynthia is also a medical student, and her body is still weak. pay attention."

Cynthia slandered me for caring about my body, it's useless, your friend cheated on me and never discussed whether it's okay or not.

On the other side, Sherlock, who was wearing a nightgown as if isolated from them, was drinking black coffee while reading the newspaper very naturally.

"Mr. Holmes, do you have a cup of coffee for breakfast?"

Sherlock rattled the newspaper, and it took a few seconds before he seemed to realize that Cynthia was addressing him.He put down the newspaper exaggeratedly, and asked respectfully, "Oh, Miss Cynthia, are you talking to me? Yes, I'm very sorry that I only have a cup of coffee for breakfast."

Cynthia couldn't help but took a step back, what's the matter, this is, took the wrong medicine?She just wanted to express that this was not good for the stomach, and what kind of schemes did Holmes have in this way.

The smile on his face was even more fake than Thomas.

Watson, who just took a sip of coffee, almost spit it out. I don't know what drama Sherlock is up to, anyway, he just watched quietly.

Cynthia picked up a piece of bread and sat opposite Sherlock, and said unhappily, "Don't talk like this, it's not the first day I've known you."

Sherlock's slender fingers flicked on the table, "Oh? Then you should also know that the codes I want to crack are not unsuccessful. So do you want to tell me what your secret is?"

Cynthia now completely let herself go in front of him, rolling her eyes at Sherlock in an unglamorous way.

"First of all, I am not a puzzle, and it is said to be a secret. Is it still a secret if I can take the initiative to tell you? You just need to know that my actions have not violated the law or hurt anyone."

No fun, Sherlock held up an entire newspaper to block Cynthia's face.

Watson, the third person on the table, turned his head to look at Sherlock for a while, and then at Cynthia for a while.After thinking about it seriously, has he been ignored?

If there is really no problem between these two people, even an honest man like Watson won't believe it.

Cynthia tore the bread into small pieces and swallowed it slowly with hot water.In the morning, she doesn't want to drink bitter coffee.Fresh milk is not easy to store, and there is no one here, so she can only eat it with water.

After breakfast, Watson checked Cynthia's temperature again to make sure that there was no repeated fever.He gave her another pile of medicines to make her consolidate.

Cynthia swallowed the medicine with a bitter face, and her tasteless tongue suddenly lost its sense of taste.

It's really fortunate that she has good physical fitness, otherwise she would pass out the first time she entered the water and sink directly.Whether Cynthia Crowley still exists or not, maybe she will travel back to the 21st century.

Cynthia spread the letter paper on the table, the pen in her hand stopped in the air, and she didn't know how to explain to her family why she didn't arrive at the station on time.

Lying is such a headache, let's talk to Robert and the others.In case this matter is mentioned later, she will spend more time making up the lie.

Cynthia's grandmother, Mrs. Grantham, is a very wise old man, and lies are never hidden from her.

If other people knew that she was an unmarried woman and two men staying in this deserted place for one night, the reputation of the Crawley family would be completely ruined.

Who will admit that you are an aristocrat after your reputation has been completely ruined in the upper class.Even if I talk to you publicly, I will still spurn you behind my back.

Cynthia rubbed her throbbing forehead, but still didn't know how to write this pen.The first dot on the letter paper was smudged into a black circle because the pen tip stayed there for too long.

The elusive Sherlock walked past Cynthia and left a sentence: "I will help you solve this problem. How about you tell me what it means to be able to survive more people? You are not losing money on this deal. I didn't let you say it." Give them all."

Cynthia almost laughed out loud when she heard it. It seemed that he was scratching his heart and lungs because he couldn't think of an answer.

Mingming wanted to know very much, but there was still an expression on his face that you took advantage and I didn't care about you.

She cleared her throat and suppressed a smile: "Okay, if you can promise not to ask questions or be sarcastic. I'll tell you."

Sherlock endured it, he crossed his legs and sat on the sofa not far away, wanting to hear what was going on.

"I know there's going to be a big accident in the near future."

Cynthia just started, and Sherlock wanted to interrupt her, what does it mean to know what happened not long after.Had she overheard who was planning an accident?

He was just about to ask, when he saw Cynthia stop, "You promised, no matter what I said, you won't ask."

Sherlock had no choice but to shut his mouth again, and moved his body dissatisfied.

Cynthia looked at him, looked into Sherlock's gray eyes and decided to believe him: "The Titanic of the White Star Company, it will sink on its maiden voyage. I know this result, but I don't know how to change it. And you, or your elder brother. If it is you, you must be able to do more and ensure the safety of more people, so I want to entrust this matter."

Sherlock continued: "But you have no evidence, and you know I won't believe such a statement. So I withdrew it again. You went to Belfast, not for tourism but for the Titanic."

Sherlock had now linked Cynthia's actions, and she must have accomplished something in Belfast.

Then the question arises, how could a young lady who has never been in contact with this kind of affairs know this news?Or just plain delusional?

Cynthia, who was interrupted, did not continue, she knew that Sherlock must have various doubts about herself at this time.Since you can't tell the whole story, don't make excuses, even if the other party thinks you are crazy.

"Time, I need time. I need to find out what's going on, oh, don't worry. I telegraphed you back to Downton a few days later when I got in the car, you don't have to worry about them Will doubt your whereabouts."

Cynthia was speechless for a moment, saying that you are a white wolf with empty gloves.