Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

nonexistent.

Cecily had no expression on her face, her eyes were fixed on the beating flame of the alcohol lamp and the inoculation loop that was about to turn red.

Standing behind her is Mr. Sherlock Holmes. She knows this man. Although he is still a student, the world of this age and the existence of his brother Mycroft tell her—yes, this man is That Mr. Holmes.She still remembered that the X-degree encyclopedia said that his birthday was January 1854, 1, and the calculation was completely consistent.

The inoculation loop was cooled, dipped in the bacterial solution, and she skillfully opened the cover of the culture medium with one hand to streak the plate.

So, why did he come to the medical laboratory from a chemistry department?

Although the meeting was within her expectation, she thought it would not be so fast, and she never thought that he would come to her specially...

Could it be that he came to find her?

Cecily lowered her eyes, put the culture medium aside, picked up another blank culture medium and repeated the operation.

It was hard for him to stand behind him.

Especially since she could feel him looking at her.

Very nervous.I'm afraid that I've made some mistakes and I'm sorry for the professionalism of this top medical student.

She was eager to express something, but Ransheng's emotions were ultimately attributed to coldness.After she covered the alcohol lamp with the lamp cap, she took off the cap again and covered it again.

Sherlock Holmes came to her side at the same time as she put out the spirit lamp.

"Are these all going to be put in a constant temperature incubator?" He asked, his tone couldn't be more doubtful.

Cecily hesitated for half a second, then nodded.

She remembered that she was wearing men's clothes now, and in order to conceal her identity, she always spoke very little and kept her voice down as much as possible, but no one really noticed.

But she wasn't very sure of fooling the great detective, Mr. Holmes-even though this one was still a student.

Sherlock's tutoring was completely inherited from his father, and his artistic breath was inherited from his French artist grandmother, which made him more graceful.

He put all the medium back into the incubator, and when he stood up, he saw Cecily still standing there.

"Sylvester," he said, he was taller than her. Fortunately, he was always polite, and the distance between the two was not too close, so there was no sense of pressure, "I thought you wanted to say something to me."

Sylvester is the surname of Cecily, who is now studying at Cambridge University under the name of her distant cousin.

Cecily nodded her chin slightly, indicating that she was listening.

"I thought you came to look for me in the chemistry class." He said the next sentence in a gentle tone.

"The current situation is that you appear in the medical laboratory." Cecily did not answer directly.

Sherlock's lips are very thin, and Cecily has no way of judging whether he is tight or not, but she just thinks that her idol is really temperamental.

Perhaps it was because Cecily's whole body was too tense, Sherlock put on a more gentle posture, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I know what you want to tell me...I'm actually surprised."

His soft gray eyes watched hers.

"I didn't expect you to know my little interest in this."

Cecily resisted the urge to look away.

What does it feel like.It's like you are face to face with your idol, and you can't help shouting ah ah ah ah I love you Iloveyou swaying hey love vaguely railway but you have to pretend that you don't like him just a passerby.

Probably a very distorted expression.

Cecily didn't know if she controlled her face, after all, she had been shameless for a long time.

Cecily did not answer his question directly, but said.

"nonexistent."

When she pretends to be a male voice, she deliberately bites her words, and when her voice is lowered, she really looks like a gentle baritone.

"Spontaneous human combustion is simply non-existent."

Yes, according to her socialist values ​​in the 21st century and Marxist-Leninist ideology, how is it possible for the human body to spontaneously combust? This kind of thing that is said to be supernatural will have its scientific basis.While thinking this way, she secretly spurned herself - I can go through time, what's unscientific?

"What did you see?" he asked.

Sherlock rubbed the thumb and index finger of the feeble-looking young man in front of him, and quickly suppressed this small movement, which coincided with the person in his impression.

He waited earnestly for her answer.

Cecily's eyes turned away, and she landed on the oil lamp in the room.

Sherlock's eyes followed Cecily's.

"That afternoon, I had an after-school case discussion in the small conference room, which was homework." Cecily said in a very calm tone, as if what she saw didn't cause the slightest trouble, "I met Kent on the road."

"While we were talking about pulmonary encephalopathy, Kent suddenly screamed." The scene of that day came back to Cecily's mind, and only the fire could be seen from the small window. "I could only see the fire burning. Still trying not to scream, I ran in and got a fire extinguisher to put out the fire."

"The fire is out," she paused, "only two legs remain."

"Then Kent shouted and rushed out spontaneously?" Sherlock took the words.

He noticed Sylvester's brow furrowed when the word spontaneous combustion was mentioned.His eyebrows are more delicate than those of ordinary men.

"Based on my poor knowledge, there is no possibility of human spontaneous combustion. Someone must have done it," Cecily tried to express her point of view while suppressing her voice, "There are two doors in the meeting room. People gathered in the study room upstairs, and the occupancy rate of the discussion room was very low that day."

"Have you visited?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

Cecily nodded.

"I've seen it too, but I don't know if it's a coincidence or..." His tone was full of thought, "Did you notice anything else?"

Her eyes turned to the lamp again, and then back again.

"Mr. Holmes, I thought the exchange of information was mutual."

"What do you want to know?" Sherlock looked at her patiently.

Her calm tone hides her passionate emotions——

"I am very interested in this case, Mr. Holmes."

Actually, I'm more interested in you.

Cecily added in her heart.

"If you don't mind, I can serve as your assistant during this case." She added slowly, "The teacher mentioned to me the cooperation between Scotland Yard and the Department of Chemistry, and they also need some medical knowledge support , I know that you also participated in that cooperation, just so, the teacher asked me to report tomorrow."

"If you're interested, there's nothing wrong with it," Sherlock quickly realized, "it's just that they are not in the same major and..."

His words were interrupted by the card in front of him.

"My dormitory, my class schedule, and the laboratories I often go to have all been written, Mr. Holmes," she smiled. "As long as you want, you can find me very easily."

Sherlock's result card, go through it roughly.

"In exchange, I will give you a copy of my class schedule. Tomorrow, during the experiment."

Be silly, I have already memorized your schedule.

Cecily smiled inwardly, while she was debating whether she should shake hands with me, Dafu, or something, and at the same time, she was afraid that after such a handshake, she would feel that it was a girl's hand.

Forget it... idols are more important.

Cecily's hand was already outstretched.

"Pleasant cooperation, Mr. Holmes."

"...pleasant cooperation, Sylvester."

His eyes fell on her hand, and he paused for a moment.

Cecily's heart is full of little pink flowers.The male god's hand was broad and powerful, and she could feel the thin calluses on his fingertips accidentally touching her palm, making her heart tingle.

It's really terrible, it's not good to worship this person just by reading the book, but now it's in front of me, how can I bear it.

With an indifferent face, she let go of her hand first, lowered her eyes slightly, and could see the second button of his vest.She could figure out his abs under the vest.

Is it the six yuan one, or the eight yuan one?

she thinks.

After the cooperation was reached, Mr. Holmes bid farewell, and Cecily nodded to indicate that she already knew. Watching Mr. Holmes take off his white coat and hang it on his arm, he picked up the hat behind the door and put it on his head. She bowed slightly to say goodbye.

Cecily: Really handsome.

So it was only natural that the proposal to this person would be rejected.

The author has something to say: It's a bit late.

I have been preparing for a long time.

All friendly comments or suggestions are accepted and adjustments will be made later as appropriate.

Thank you, you are here / Bixin

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