[Comprehensive] The daily life of Miss Downton Fourth

In the past few days, Sherlock's mental state has been in a state of excitement. He leaves early and returns late every day, and he doesn't know what he is investigating.He didn't disclose it to Watson, and Watson didn't join in.

Since being separated there last time, Cynthia stayed in Downton for a few days and then returned to London for classes.

Watson, who had been working peacefully for a few days, could only vaguely feel that the matter had something to do with Cynthia, and he didn't know what charades the two of them were playing.

When Watson returned to Baker Street, he happened to meet the vagrants who had been helping Sherlock collect information. When he went up to the second floor, he saw Sherlock standing at the window neatly dressed and watching one of the little girls go away.

"You've got the Baker Street squad running errands again."

Sherlock had his pipe in his mouth: "Well, they are the most inconspicuous people on the streets of London, and they are the most convenient to pass on information."

It was very windy and dusty outside today, and some dust was stained on the clothes.Watson tidied up the coat with great difficulty and hung it on the hanger.After removing the heavy clothes, Watson felt relieved. In the past two days, he met a new girl.

With a gentle personality, he should be able to tolerate him being late for appointments, asking for leave to deal with cases, and so on.Watson made an appointment with her at noon, and when he saw that the clothes were dirty, he wanted to come back and change them.

"The case is over?"

Unexpectedly, his question only got Sherlock's secretive smile, and Watson looked at him strangely.

This is not in line with Sherlock's character. He is a showman who wants the audience to know his intelligence.As for whether the audience can keep up with his thinking, this is a question of IQ.

"I'm afraid the people I'm waiting for don't want others to know about it."

Oh, it turned out that the client requested it.That's normal, Sherlock, for all his flaws, is good at keeping secrets.

After knowing the situation, Watson didn't ask any more questions. He went to the kitchen to find something to eat.As soon as he entered, he was almost smoked out. He held his nose to find the source of the smell.Finally found the locker above his head, Watson opened the door, a big man saw the things inside and his legs went limp.

"Sherlock! You put a stinking heart in the kitchen? It stinks!!! Do you want fried for dinner?"

The roar didn't alarm Sherlock at all, he recalled it for a moment, and replied very calmly: "Oh, I forgot to throw it away, so take it out when you go on a date."

Watson slammed the kitchen door shut tightly to keep the rotten smell from spreading.His face was tense, and he really wanted to throw that rotten heart in Sherlock's face. This kind of roommate is really pissed off.

Now Watson understood why Mrs. Hudson kept saying that she didn't want to take care of them anymore. The kitchen was full of corpses, so she couldn't be in the mood to cook.

The hour hand on the wall pointed to ten o'clock, which was very close to the time agreed by Watson and his girlfriend.But he always felt a bit smelly when he went in and out of the kitchen, and he didn't have time to take a shower, so he went back to his room angrily and quickly changed his clothes to feel better.

Sherlock found out his violin leisurely, and played a Violin Concerto in D major on his shoulder.

After changing his clothes, Watson glanced at him. He was in a bad mood just now, but Sherlock was in a good mood and played the violin.

Watson was not in the mood to enjoy a violin piece. When he opened the door and went downstairs, he happened to meet a girl who was all in black. Even the upper half of her face was covered by lace, and only her small chin and lips were exposed.

The girl, Cynthia, glanced at Watson, and she passed a gloved finger across her lips to signal no greeting.Watson felt that this action was a bit familiar, and it was only after she disappeared by the door that she remembered that Cynthia had done it before.

It turned out that Sherlock had passed the news to her, and got dressed to wait for Cynthia to come over.

After half an hour, there was a knock.Watson realized that the appointed time was approaching, so he hurriedly told Mrs. Hudson and left 221b.

Cynthia, who came to 221b Baker Street for the first time, felt uneasy when she opened the door, but suddenly calmed down when she saw the person by the window.

The Sherlock Holmes who stood by the window and played the violin seemed to come out of a book.Baker Street is also retro in style, with a bit of Victorian style.

Cynthia sat gently on the sofa, and slowly smoothed the pressed corner of her skirt.She quietly listened to the Violin Concerto in D major, which is Beethoven's only violin concerto.

It is said that he was in love with his student, and the music composed by a countess reflects the spiritual journey during that time.

Cynthia didn't have a deep knowledge of music, but she played the piano well, but it was only good enough to hear compliments from those gentlemen on social occasions.It is incomparable to a real performer, nor can it compare to Mr. Holmes' attainments on the violin.

If he doesn't want to be a consulting detective in the future, he can learn from those musicians and teach a few students.But Sherlock might not be able to take those chirping kids or stupid young people.

Sherlock didn't look back, and said while playing the violin: "This is Watson's sofa, you should sit on the chair opposite, that's where the client should sit."

Cynthia: ...Do you have eyes behind your back?You don't have to look to know where she's sitting.

The chair wasn't too shaky, but it didn't look like it had been cleaned.There is still a layer of black matter on the armrests on both sides, and soot has fallen from it.

Cynthia silently thought that she hadn't entrusted anything, so she didn't need to sit there if she wasn't considered a client.Sitting on Mr. Watson's exclusive sofa was also not good, so she changed to a couch and sat down.

Sherlock didn't keep Cynthia waiting too long, he put the violin on the table casually, and walked in front of Cynthia himself.

"Did you attend someone's memorial service in this attire, Miss Crawley?"

Cynthia knew that he could recognize herself even if she covered most of her face.Sherlock is already a master of cross-dressing, and her little tricks are not enough.

She took off the black lace veil, and her eyes became clearer.Cynthia has been restraining herself from looking below Sherlock's face today, but her eyes still drift past from time to time.

"Cough," Cynthia coughed uncomfortably, and fixed her gaze on his violin.

She suddenly found that this violin looked a bit familiar. This wouldn't be the last handmade violin by that master.

The person in front of him casually placed the violin that was regarded as a treasure by the violinist on the table?It's too serious, brother, have you seen the stinky ditch at the entrance of 221b?I feel like you're going to be pushed in sooner or later.

Sherlock seemed to see what she was thinking, and said leisurely: "You can look away now, you didn't come here for that piano."

Cynthia struggled to look away from the priceless piano, "Let me tell you what you found first?"

"There's nothing wrong with the Titanic's bilge design. I've calculated everything. The guy named Ismay changed the deck of the first class cabin, but it didn't sink the ship. It can indeed withstand the filling of 4 compartments." Water can also float on the surface of the sea, no exaggeration."

Count them all?Excluding the time to collect data, that is, in the past few days, you have counted the workload of others for more than a year?Cynthia really wanted to ask Mr. Holmes, is your brain really not a computer.

The result was similar to what Cynthia thought, and that's all Sherlock could understand.Judging from the existing conditions, it is impossible for him to draw the conclusion that the Titanic will sink.

"Maximum 4. What if the impact is too violent and all 5 compartments are filled with water? You must have seen the layout of the lifeboats. Mr. Ismay originally planned to put 16 ships. I can also tell you the result. The 16 ships were not full, and most of the people on the Titanic sank with it."

Sherlock's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he stared at Cynthia, not missing any changes in her expression.There was indeed a deep sorrow on her face, and she expressed deep sympathy for those who lost their lives.

"How did you know there would be such a violent impact and five compartments of water?"

Of course, it was impossible for Cynthia to say that she had watched a movie and studied history. Her eyelids were lowered: "I saw it. I saw those who failed to board the lifeboat struggling in the sea. I also saw the band on the boat playing until the last moment. They They are all desperate, with no hope of survival."

A person can actually see the future, the important thing is that she is not lying.Sherlock rested his right hand on his cheek, and according to his judgment of Cynthia, there was nothing abnormal about her spirit.

He chuckled lightly: "Could it be that you are a witch who can predict the future? From which river did you pull a ring on the Titanic and see it?"

Cynthia also resented him reluctantly: "You are a person who firmly believes in science, and you know a lot about these things."

I knew this person wouldn't believe what she said, so I didn't want to tell Sherlock.Cynthia wanted to get up and leave annoyed, but Sherlock stood in front of her.

Twenty points taller than her, the front is blocked tightly, "When and where did the accident happen?"

"From the night of April 4th to the early morning of the 14th, you can figure out where it went."

Cynthia had just had some thoughts about Sherlock, but she was a little unhappy because of the Titanic incident, and it was time to tangle with conflicts.

So looking at Sherlock's eyes was complicated, and Sherlock frowned because he couldn't see through her.

Before Cynthia left, she still couldn't help but said: "Don't wait until that day to verify whether what I said is true or not. If something happens, it will be irreparable."

She bowed her head and put her veil back on, bypassing Sherlock and going down the stairs.

"And the people who wanted to kidnap you on the train last time. They disappeared into the crowd after they got off the train. My informant didn't follow anyone. Have you ever encountered similar things after that?"

If the Titanic is related to the lives of many people, then this matter is Cynthia's own safety.She didn't expect Sherlock to investigate together. After that incident, Cynthia rarely went out alone, except today.

What Cynthia didn't know was that from the moment she left the school, Sherlock's eyeliner was from the coachman to passers-by.

"They never came again, why is the target me?"

Sherlock picked up the coat on the hanger, folded it up and put it in his hand, picked up the round hat and put it on his head.

"Maybe the target is not you, you are just leading the next person. As for the next person, you will know when the murderer is revealed, let's go, I will send you back to school."

Cynthia knew that he was worried about his safety, so the corners of her mouth could not help but raise a degree, and the eyes she looked at Sherlock were also much gentler.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Sherlock received it, he gave you a look with something wrong with your eyes.

The author has something to say: Thank you Lion for the bazooka, sorry for the late update today.I drove home at [-] o'clock yesterday, and I was in a sad mood. I passed the electronic test in subject three, and I was scolded by my family for asking for leave for internship.

So I didn't have time to code yesterday, sorry sorry