[Comprehensive] The daily life of Miss Downton Fourth

It was past dinner time when Cynthia woke up again, she sat up and rubbed her forehead.Sleeping for too long made her want to drink water, and when she was about to get out of bed to find a glass, a glass of water was handed to Cynthia.

She was startled, and her first reaction was to reach out and wave away.Sherlock didn't expect her sudden movement, and the water glass fell on the quilt with a snap.

Cynthia looked at the water stain on the quilt and really didn't know what to say, she picked up the cup and put it aside.As for the soaked quilt, of course it cannot be covered.

"Why are you here? Mr. Holmes, I know that you have some little hobbies, such as poisoning and the like. It would be too much to enter the lady's room without permission. I need to ask Lestrade if he can arrest you? "

Sherlock was thinking about whether there were any spare quilts in the room, and he raised his eyebrows after hearing Cynthia's words.

"Then I'm glad that the key to your room disappeared suddenly. You are lying on my bed, and you just wet my quilt."

Cynthia was at a loss for words, "You took me to your room to rest? Are you out of your mind? Even if I lost the key, I shouldn't have come to your room. I don't believe there are no other vacant rooms."

But things have already happened, and there is no point in pursuing them.Cynthia lowered her head and straightened her wrinkled dress, and brushed her messy short hair.Just as she was about to turn around and go out, Sherlock grabbed her hand from behind.

Cynthia felt the strength of Sherlock's palm through the glove, and Cynthia forgot to pull out her hand in surprise. She didn't quite understand what the other party meant.

"I need your help, Cynthia."

Cynthia's lips were slightly parted, and she turned her head anxiously, a few short hairs stuck to her face.Sherlock helped her take it off with his other hand, and his cold fingertips touched Cynthia's warm cheek.

The words of refusal reached her lips but could not be uttered. Cynthia withdrew her hand and curled her fingers unconsciously.For the first time, she was so grateful for the existence of the gloves, which helped her avoid embarrassment.

"You talk about it first."

Sherlock put his hands behind his back, actually he didn't know where to start.Like he said in front of everyone, he still doesn't think marriage is something worth celebrating until now.But because the object is John, Sherlock sincerely wishes him happiness.

"I used to think that according to my personality, I would not be someone's best friend in this life, but John appeared. Love is the most unnecessary thing for me. My lover is those unsolved cases. Over the past so many years There are only those that interest me."

Sherlock, who was about to say the next sentence, was interrupted by a knock on the door.He glanced at the door unhappily, not intending to open it.

But another person in the room didn't think so, and Cynthia raised her voice and asked, "Who?"

Mary's voice came from outside the door, "Cynthia, are you awake, do you want to go down and dance? It's lively down here."

"immediately."

Cynthia turned her head and said to Sherlock: "The speech in the morning was really touching, and the friendship between the two of you is really enviable. There's no need to tell me again, right?"

"What I mean is that your existence has seriously affected my thinking ability. I wanted to temporarily store your memory in the memory palace, but the red beard knocked open the door. Cynthia, tell me a way to stop my brain from Your interference."

Cynthia, who was about to open the door, turned her head to look at the man a few steps away. She didn't quite understand the red beard and stored memory, but it didn't prevent her from understanding Sherlock's last words.

She changed from her previous emotional appearance, and now Cynthia can calm down when she hears Sherlock's hurtful words.

"I can't control your brain, I can only control me. If Mr. Holmes doesn't want to see me, I will try to minimize contact with Mrs. Hudson and the others. I wonder if this solution will help you?"

Reducing contact is indeed a way, but Sherlock feels that even if he can't see it with his own memory, it still can't solve the fundamental problem.

He looked at Cynthia and continued: "That's not what I mean. Even if you can't see you, the phantom is still with you. John has a very absurd idea. He thinks my previous actions are due to seeing Mr. Davis and Crowley Jealousy after Mister."

When Cynthia heard the word jealousy, she smiled, and seemed to think it was a ridiculous idea.

"So I have a verification method and need your help."

The guests downstairs have already entered the final stage of the wedding, and the opening dance is of course the new couple.John and Mary danced a waltz, tender and affectionate, and even couldn't help giving each other a kiss at the end.

Those who have good deeds cheered below, and then there was endless booing.Others also left the stage one after another. The dance partners included people they didn't know, and some who came together.

When Cynthia came down from them, the guests were already immersed in the atmosphere of the ball, and no one noticed them at all.

"So you promised."

Sherlock put one hand behind his back and put the other in front of Cynthia.

That's right, a lot of Sherlock was mentioned earlier.The request was just a dance, and Cynthia doubted his EQ. Could it be that she would refuse to invite her well from the beginning?

The answer is of course yes, since they reunited in London, Cynthia's attitude has become worse every time.At least this is the result of Sherlock's analysis, that is, he has been ignored by the other party more than three times today.

Cynthia looked at the people gathered in twos and threes in front of her, and she suddenly felt that Sherlock was actually not suitable for this kind of family reunion.

He's a loner with few friends, and those friends are the easiest to ignore for Sherlock in this situation.They all felt that Sherlock, in his character, would not have liked the occasion.And Watson, the only one who takes care of him everywhere, is now married, and his life has started a new journey.

Cynthia put her hand on Sherlock's before the next piece began.

They are in the corner, swaying gently to the music.

Conservative British ballroom dancing has always been dominated by court dance and foxtrot. There is not much physical communication between the male lead dance partners, and the rotation and circle are very slow to allow time for them to talk.

When the waltz was introduced to the UK, it was resisted by many people. The church felt that the waltz was vulgar and evil because men and women were too close together and spun too fast.There are also many newspapers that published articles resolutely boycotting it. They felt that because of this dance, British women lost their original solemnity and restraint.

But none of that prevents the popularity of waltz among the people, after all, it is simple and easy to learn.And those who are in love, who doesn't want to get closer to the Master, and gradually become an indispensable dance in the ball.

"What happened in the afternoon?"

Cynthia later came back to consciousness, remembering that when she went upstairs, she saw John preparing to burst into a certain room.At that time, she also complained that there were still cases to be solved on the day of marriage, what an unreasonable God.

"Yes, John's chief was assassinated premeditatedly. But I have successfully solved it. As for how to solve it, I will tell you in detail next time."

Cynthia's height only reached Sherlock's chin. She leaned back a little and looked up at Sherlock and asked, "It's really rare that you don't want to talk about the case."

"I'm busy calculating."

"Calculate what?"

"Heartbeat, pulse, breathing, all the data of the body. I want to find out the basis for what John said through comparison."

Still an awkward expression, Cynthia didn't believe Sherlock would have any feelings of jealousy.Because there is no reason, what Sean and Matthew have, he may or may not look down on at all.What on earth is he jealous of them?

"May I ask who the comparison is? Miss Irene Adler?"

"What does it have to do with her, it's my mother, who else can I dance with. Or Adler, she has left the UK. Are you still in touch with her? Don't blame me for not reminding you. Adler is a danger Not only is she wanted by the UK, but there are many people who follow her, if you think your house is broken into by mercenaries next time, you should continue to correspond with her."

This is a hornet's nest. Cynthia thought to herself that she just mentioned a name, and Sherlock talked a lot.

What's more, she is really innocent, "I have no contact with her, and I don't want to contact anyone related to Moriarty."

The dance music came to an end, and Cynthia was the first to let go of their hand.

She took a step back, looked into Sherlock's eyes and said, "I have done what I promised. If you have nothing to do, I will leave first."

Cynthia slept right through dinner, and now urgently needs to find something to eat to fill her stomach, and she really doesn't want to spend any more time with Sherlock.After finishing speaking, regardless of Sherlock's response, he turned around and walked towards moving the food on the dining table.

The next dance song was changed to a less lyrical one, with a very cheerful rhythm.It seems that the musicians that Mary invited are also very close to the trend. If it is more dynamic, the lights will be dimmed and it will almost catch up with that kind of underground disco.

"Hey beautiful lady, do you have time to dance with me?"

A slightly chubby man moved to the dining table at some point, and extended an invitation to Cynthia.Cynthia didn't bother to find out this person with obvious characteristics from her memory. He should be John's former colleague in the hospital.

Someone was in front of her, and Cynthia immediately turned her hand, which was about to reach out to the food, to pick up a glass of wine.Uh, thinking of the scene at noon, she didn't even intend to touch her lips, so she just held it.

"She doesn't have time to dance with you. Your clumsy dance has almost offended half of the ladies on the field. Let this lady go."

The man's face turned red and then pale at what Sherlock said, and he ran away in a hurry. He didn't know if he still had the confidence to invite others in the next time.Cynthia mourned for him for a second, then happily embraced the food.

He didn't notice Sherlock's dark eyes looking at him at all.

"I think I understand what John said. I'm jealous of them standing next to you. Like that guy just now, I don't like the way he looks at you. It's like the possessiveness of a male animal over a mate."

Cynthia felt that the cake she had just swallowed was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't get up or down.Wait a minute, was she hallucinating just now?Male, mate, possessive?

who?Sherlock Holmes?Don't be kidding, Holmes is so capable, he can't do anything but have children, and he needs a spouse?

The author has something to say: Sherlock: As long as the technology can keep up, I can have children.

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