[Comprehensive] The daily life of Miss Downton Fourth

Two months after Shylock's "death", the newspaper and the people who were fooled by Moriarty finally knew the truth.For a while, the report of Holmes' name was once again hung high on the headlines of the newspapers.

Just like the death of Superman, suddenly everyone seems to be nostalgic for the hero Sherlock Holmes, but the people who really care have no heart to read these news.

Cynthia fell ill after that day and missed the start of London Medical School.It was also this illness that made her stay in London, except for Cora's family who had visited Cynthia, that was Mrs. Hudson.

Mrs. Hudson told her that Sherlock had been buried, and Dr. Watson left 221b Baker Street in fear of being hurt.

For a while, there was a feeling of the end of the song.Cynthia had caught a cold at Barts Hospital before, and she was groggy at first and then turned into a cough and fever.

The symptoms are not serious, and the doctor said that after taking the medicine, I will be fine soon.It's just that she was in a bad mood, and she ate less when she was sick, and she lost weight again.

At this time, it was easy for her to put on the corset, but it didn't make the people around her very happy.

Standing at the entrance of the cemetery, Gwen still mentioned: "Miss, do you really not need me to accompany you?"

Miss Cynthia is only recovering from her illness. Going to the cemetery alone and blowing the cold wind is not good for her health. Maybe she will be even more sad when she sees the tombstone.

"Well, I want to be alone."

Cynthia insisted that Gwen could only wait outside and watched her walk into the cemetery.She lowered her head and sighed. Before that, she had privately felt that Mr. Holmes was not good enough for Miss Cynthia.

Now everything is gone after death, I just hope he rests in peace, God bless Mr. Holmes.

When Cynthia found the tombstone belonging to Holmes, there were already people in front of the tombstone.Mrs. Hudson was complaining about Sherlock being so annoying, dead in the fridge, beating her house with a barn, not to mention the number of fights he'd had at 221b Baker Street.

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, Cynthia would probably have laughed, but now she couldn't.Mrs. Hudson did not see Cynthia until she turned to give Watson time.

"Cynthia, why didn't you come over?"

Cynthia glanced at Watson who was patting the tombstone and said, "I want to wait until you finish talking. Is Dr. Watson in a good mood recently?"

"Still depressed, I heard that they are always bored in the room and don't talk. Sherlock left, and he suddenly became lonely. Listen to me, those who don't know think they are a couple, don't get me wrong. John is just stuffy, he likes girls."

Mrs. Hudson was annoyed about which pot she didn't open and which pot to carry. If Sherlock was still there, she could match Cynthia and Sherlock.Now that everyone is gone, she should persuade Cynthia to look forward.

In the distance, Watson seemed to have finished saying goodbye, and put down the bouquet in his hand, preparing to leave.He seemed to have calmed down. Although he was still gentle, his smile was less and his complexion was not very good.

People in this era don't pay much attention to mental illness, but there are psychiatrists, and psychological research is still academic.The psychological counselor hasn't appeared yet, and she hasn't studied such things systematically, so I'm afraid he might feel conflicted when talking to Watson rashly.

"Doctor Watson, if you want to talk to someone about Sherlock, you can come to me. As a doctor, you also know that some wounds will always be painful if they are not healed, and some words will always leave scars in your heart."

John didn't know whether he listened or not, he nodded to Cynthia and left with Mrs. Hudson.

Cynthia was the only one left in the empty cemetery, and she slowly walked towards the tombstone with her name engraved on it.

A lot of flowers were placed in front of the tombstone, almost filling the land in front of it.It is hard to imagine that when he was buried two months ago, almost no one attended his funeral.

"I didn't bring you flowers. I always feel that the next moment you will come around from behind the tombstone and laugh at me because you can't even see through your fraudulent death."

Cynthia lowered her eyes and stared at the soil below, then bent down suddenly and patted the trampled land.

"Maybe I should bring a bag of seeds. Next time I don't come here, there won't be any grass growing here. But you can come back and see that the cemetery has been trampled like this. It's not bad to be angry."

She didn't care about getting dirt on her gloves, but when she stood up, a tear fell from the corner of her eye into the dirt.

Cynthia took a deep breath, "Sherlock, if you really are not dead, you should show up earlier. I'm afraid you're late, and Watson has given up his position as a detective assistant. After all, being a doctor is a profitable profession."

Cynthia thought for a while, and seemed to have said all that should be said.There seems to be no reason to stay here for a long time, oh, and there is one most important thing left unsaid.

"I think it's weird to say this to a tombstone. I was thinking of waiting until the Titanic thing was over, until I got my doctor's license, and I stayed in London. The reason why I put it off , not because of reserve, but because I know you will reject me. I want to be friends with you for a while before you refuse. "

Speaking of this, tears overflowed from the corners of Cynthia's eyes again.She didn't wipe it off, she just blinked to hold back the remaining tears.

She stayed where she was for a while, and turned and left after her emotions had eased a lot.Perhaps for a long time, Cynthia will not come here again.

Not only Watson, but Shylock's departure also dealt a great blow to Cynthia's mind.In this strange era, the first person who gave Cynthia a sense of familiarity was Sherlock.

He is smart, agile, venomous, and just. Cynthia, who was in a panic at the time, slowly accepted this era because she read about him in the newspaper.Sherlock's relationship with Cynthia is definitely not as simple as the person he likes.

Cynthia believed in Sherlock's omnipotence, but at the same time worried that he sacrificed himself for the society.

Sherlock is a moody man who doesn't know how to handle cases.There are also ordinary people who can't understand the reason for his actions. Cynthia doesn't think she can see through Sherlock.

So whether he is still alive or not, Cynthia can only wait for time to give her the answer.If he's not dead, he'll be there when London needs him.

When there was no one in front of the tombstone, Sherlock came out from the big tree behind.On the rooftop, Moriarty was pressing so hard that he had to trick even Watson.

He had no idea that Cynthia would come to London suddenly and saw his "corpse" with his own eyes.

For the past two months, Sherlock has been cleaning up Moriarty's people in London, which is his base camp.If it wasn't safe here, he wouldn't have the face to brag about the number one consulting detective in the world.

Sherlock came here today because he wanted to talk to Cynthia about the Titanic, and it was more than a month before its maiden voyage.

Unexpectedly, Watson's touching confession came first, and then Cynthia's affectionate confession.Even an emotional idiot like Sherlock knows that it doesn't seem like a good opportunity to step forward at this time.

After dealing with matters in London, Sherlock will leave the UK temporarily to search for hidden dangers that Moriarty buried elsewhere.Sherlock suddenly felt that leaving England was a very good decision, and things like love would only affect his rationality in dealing with things.

Cynthia Crowley had given him countless surprises, but it wasn't enough to make Sherlock change his mind.Sherlock hoped that this feigned death would make Cynthia's feelings fade away, so that when he came back, he wouldn't have to worry about how to refuse without hurting others.

After Sherlock thought wildly in front of his tombstone, he raised his head and looked at his graveyard seriously.

He actually seemed to dislike it a few words: "I don't know who designed the tombstone, it's too monotonous, there is nothing but the name. Who would know that this is the tomb of a famous detective?"

On the other side, who was reading the newspaper at the club, Mycroft sneezed forcefully, and he gestured apologetically to the glaring people next to him.Others also understood, after all, such uncontrollable things as sneezing are quite embarrassing for gentlemen.

Mycroft stretched out his hand and rubbed his sore nose, what's going on, could someone scold him behind his back?

Someone outside whispered something in the waiter's ear, and the waiter nodded to let him go out first.He walked to the side of McCoff and made a sign language.

Mycroft put away the newspapers lying on his lap, got up and walked to the private reception room.

In the reception room was sitting a homeless man who didn't fit in with the club, and an agent who was in charge of monitoring Sherlock.

"I'm sorry, sir. I lost Mr. Holmes Jr., and this man said he had a letter that Mr. Holmes wanted to hand over to you."

The homeless man didn't seem to be afraid of this place so far away from his life, and he had already started eating desserts on the table before Mycroft came.

Even when Mycroft came in, he didn't stop.Just as the agent was about to stop him, Mycroft told the agent to go out and let the waiter come in with some food.

After they all left, Mycroft asked, "Okay, they all left. What did Sherlock ask you to bring?"

Only then did the homeless man move his eyes away from the table, he didn't care about the cake cream on his hands, and took out the letter to be handed over directly from his body.

Mycroft looked at the envelope, which was also stained with cream, and his smile froze for a moment, but finally he endured and opened it.

The content of the letter was very short, and Sherlock mentioned the ship that he had borrowed before.In his letter, he asked Mycroft to put some people posing as passengers on the ship to set sail in England for New York on April 4.

In the message, Sherlock has repeatedly emphasized that he must follow the White Star Company's Titanic, and there will be surprises waiting for McCoff.

If this unknown letter hadn't been written by his own brother, Mycroft would definitely have thrown it into the trash can.I don't know if this surprise is worth it for him to spend so much manpower and material resources to run this empty ship.

"Mr. Holmes said that once you read it, you destroy it."

This also reminded him, would Mycroft's vigilance as a politician lose to Sherlock?

"I see, do you have anything else to do?"

If there is no subtext, you can leave my reception room.It's a pity that the tramp that Sherlock found this time is very distinctive, that is, he has a thick skin.

"I have nothing to say, but I haven't had enough to eat. Can I eat before I leave? Mr. Holmes is not paid for this trip."

McCoff: ...

The author has something to say: What is the mood of Stupid Fish reading the comments today:? ? ? ?

Some readers actually threatened the fish?Threatening fish with nutrient solution and mines?

What happened to the fish?Why don't you just jump off a building, or just confess to the tombstone, is this a thing? ?

Tomorrow I will go to work miserably again. It’s so cold these days that I’m shivering when I go out, I’m nostalgic for the days of lying in bed