Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

Cecily also took off her hat and bid farewell before leaving after Holmes' footsteps. In fact, she quite liked standing behind Mr. Holmes and watching his leaving footsteps.This is indeed not from a young girl's yearning mentality - if that is the case, she will only like the way he is coming to him instead of turning away - the back view is a kind of imagination of the characters in the film and television or the characters in the book. When Yipao turned around, the width of the windbreaker she brought up, and the back view when she was striding forward, were all extremely three-dimensional impressions in her mind.

It's just that she always thought that Mr. Holmes should be thin and tall, but now it seems that he is not as thin as expected-it should be thought about, Mr. Holmes should be proficient in fighting in the novels, and it is normal for him to be a little firmer.

She walked and stopped.

There was that feeling of being in a trance again, as if—as if she was watching a... 3D movie, and the things around her seemed to give her a real feeling, whether people were getting closer or farther away, she They are clearly perceived, but she is not a character in the film.

"Sylvester!"

Mr. Holmes was calling to her.

She paused for a few seconds before matching herself with the name. Mr. Holmes had already sat in the carriage and was waiting on it. Cecily laughed at her unrealistic idea and rushed up.

The door closed, and the cane tapped lightly on the roof.

"I just looked at the sky, and it looks like it's going to rain." She said something casually to cover up her inexplicable distraction just now.

"Actually, the weather in London—well, including Cambridge Town, you can see signs of rain at any time." He didn't answer directly, but just said lightly, "It's often uncertain when it will come, and now it's still raining." Well, maybe it will rain next moment."

Just as Cecily was about to say that it couldn't be so fast, the rain fell in the next second.

The two fell silent at the same time.

"Mr. Holmes."

"Just call me Holmes."

"Well, you are right, Holmes," said Cecily, "then I can only hope that the rain will stop when I get out of the car."

"Prayers are of no use," said Holmes with a low snort.

"It's not beneficial. After all, you just predicted the rain, and it happened to be so accurate." Cecily suppressed a smile, "If I say stop, it will stop."

"Even if the rain stops, that will have nothing to do with you and your prayers," continued Holmes. "I am more concerned with the case just now than with that."

"How to say?" Cecily was a little puzzled, "Isn't the matter settled? In my opinion, this is just a pure accident."

"The wick effect is indeed a new word," Holmes said with both hands resting on his cane, "but it is hard to guarantee that someone will understand this principle and make use of it."

"You mean...?" Cecily was silent for a moment, "It is possible for him to take advantage of this and destroy all the evidence. It is best if no one finds it, and it will have no effect on her if someone finds it, because there is no way to convict him?"

"It is possible." Holmes nodded. "I deliberately did not interrupt you while you were explaining the wick effect."

"Did you observe his reaction?" Cecily asked.

Holmes shook his head and said nothing more.It may continue, it may end here.But it is undeniable that they have no more evidence.

"Let him believe it first, we are convinced of his innocence and will not speak out."

How can there be such a good thing, while committing a crime and begging God's forgiveness.

Maybe you still have to see God before God can forgive him.

"Mr. Holmes, it seems that you have some little evidence that is inconvenient for me to know..." Cecily drew her tone thoughtfully.

"No, I was just thinking about it."

Both of them fell silent, and Cecily thought for a while and said, "Holmes, I wonder if you would mind if I record the case."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her, his expression was the same as that of Cecily's fantasy when he was reading the book, but more gentle.

"Recorded, do you mean a diary? I have no right to interfere with your right to record."

Cecily said that she not only wanted to write but also wanted to follow Watson's example and publish it in newspapers.

It seems a little impossible.Does this undermine Mr. Holmes' future career path?

Cecily was lost in thought.

When they were almost there, Cecily heard the coachman tell them to get out of the carriage.

Holmes was about to get out of the car, but was stopped by Cecily.

"I'm wondering if you can take me with you if there are other cases."

Before Holmes answered, he saw his companion had got out of the car, and was standing under the car smiling at him: "The rain has stopped, sir."

...Yeah, the rain has stopped.

Holmes looked up and glanced at the sky.There are still dark clouds, but at this time, there is no rain.Looking back, he realized that he was looking back at him in front of him, with a natural and calm expression, as if he hadn't said the words just now.

Sylvester is like a contradictory body. Holmes couldn't help raising some interest. He is usually a loner, but he is able to deal with his classmates with ease, and he has never treated himself properly. People who don't like to be nosy, but they are entangled in these small puzzles.

He has long seen that this person is not good at sports, and his physical fitness may not be considered good. Judging from his usual situation, he is also a person who just sits and does not move.But he didn't resist running around, and even asked for the next time.

It can only be said that this is his only interest, and he is willing to run around for it.

Maybe it's the same kind.

He thought, but wasn't so sure.

The Sherlock Holmes family has a unique way of observation that can be almost passed down, but Holmes has not used it on others at this moment.He inherited the unique delicate sensitivity and accompanying caution from the artist's elders.He thinks, observes, but does not draw conclusions.

After he has been verified, I will go back and reflect-what omissions have been made in my thinking process, which possibility has been missed, and what made me deduce the wrong answer.In the same way, if it is correct, he will continue to summarize.

He has such a method, but it has not yet taken shape, so some of the unreasonable points revealed by Sylvester have not yet been summarized to draw a conclusion.

Cecily was not in a hurry either.

She knew that Mr. Holmes had met Dr. Watson when he was in his late thirties, and that he had made a name for himself afterwards, which suggested that she might have met Dr. Watson when she was out of college—the medical school was a longer one. To the appearance of a great detective.

Although she still doesn't feel safe about this era, she has already convinced herself that after coming here, she won't go back so easily. She doesn't like to have vain thoughts.

"It was about this time last year," said Holmes suddenly, "that I realized that I might have a gift for it."

The two had already reached the place where the bicycles were parked at the school gate.

Cecily was unlocking the car, and saw him talking while unlocking it.

She straightened up and listened to him.

"I have always liked chemistry purely," he said calmly. "I like the rigor of chemistry and the deduction of chemical processes. I find it very interesting."

Cecily watched him get on his bicycle and stand still.

"Let's talk as we go." Holmes motioned for him to get on the bike too.

Cecily was silent for half a second: "I think maybe this kind of conversation is suitable for a more serious occasion. After all, I may be listening to stories that change the direction of your career."

Holmes laughed out loud: "It's not such an important matter, let's go."

The two of them were riding together on campus, and it was only when Cecily felt that the plot seemed a bit campus-oriented.

She adores Mr. Holmes, but if she is really asked to recite Mr. Holmes' biography, she can't do it. In fact, she hasn't read Holmes for a long time, but the image is still there, as a - role model, one direction.

But now, she felt that she seemed to be personally involved in something, about how this great detective became a real great detective.

The bicycle gears turned many times before Holmes began to speak.

"At first I wasn't interested in the case too much, at most it was when I read the newspapers—if you have a brother like Mycroft, you will also develop the habit of reading the newspapers every day," Holmes said on the bicycle. The speed is not too fast, "At most, when I read the newspaper, I will notice some anecdotes on the society page and make some conclusions."

"When I visited Trevor's house last year, his father reminded me that I might have this talent," Holmes smiled. "In fact, I didn't need to work very hard since I was a child. I just realized that this talent could lead me in another interesting direction."

Cecily pursed her lips: "So, you started to pay attention to the case?"

"The cooperation between Scotland Yard and our school's chemistry department is actually related to a case I had last year, and it is also related to...Mr. Trevor. In short, I may embark on such a path in the future."

Cecily noticed sensitively: Although Mr. Holmes is a calm person, he is still young at this time. Maybe, he still has the idea to tell?

Holmes did not speak for a long time, and he could hear the footsteps of passers-by and the rolling of wheels.

"Maybe I should exchange it with you," Cecily considered the words, "Maybe compared with your situation, I... I think maybe my life is boring."

"I'm not a person who is interested in many things, and I've always been lazy," said Cecily, paying attention to pedestrians while riding a bicycle, and watching Holmes' expression, "I'm not saying that what makes me feel interesting makes me Make a request for you to take me with you."

She seems to have this personality no matter what.

So how did she fall in love with Sherlock Holmes?

The past can no longer be traced, perhaps because she was still young at the beginning, and the image of Mr. Holmes is so vivid and three-dimensional, which fully satisfies her needs for role models and idols in a certain aspect.She is not the kind of brain that is good at reasoning, and her logic doesn't seem to be very good. After studying medicine, she often laments why she didn't learn the slightest bit of intelligence from Sherlock Holmes in the books when she was a child.

In the final analysis, it is probably that I have never thought independently.

"I don't seem to have ever thought independently," Cecily said calmly, as if she had restored the somewhat "independent" Sylvester image in front of outsiders, "but after I witnessed the 'spontaneous combustion' that day, I started to have a strong, want-to-know thought."

"As for why, I want to be with you..."

She thought for a while: "One in a million interesting souls... I think you are one of them."

Holmes was stunned for a moment, apparently not expecting such an answer.

Sylvester does not seem to be a person who is not stingy with praise, his tone of voice is light, but it can also make people feel sincere.

This is a bit fatal for Sherlock Holmes who has not yet become a great detective.

Xu wanted to hear praise, but he was embarrassed to say it so directly, he coughed softly: "Sometimes we really rely on some intuition when we get along..."

It felt awkward to say it, so he fell silent with some unspeakable thoughts of his own.

As for being as straightforward as Cecily, she didn't think much about it at all. For a genius like Mr. Holmes, there should be someone around him who boasted every day, to the point of death.

"Although part of it is based on intuition, in fact, I can fully understand your talent and character from the time we get along, and from the few words you reveal," Cecily couldn't help smiling, "including you from others. "

Holmes was taken aback by this fierce attack. This posture, coupled with Sylvester's family-like face, reminded him of the one who made no secret of his love and pursuit, and begged him when they first met. married Miss Sylvester.

How did the members of Sylvester's family grow up, and how could they all show their affection to someone they had just met by instinct?

In this way, we can forgive that somewhat aggressive Miss Sylvester.

It was not so strange for Cecily not to think that Meng Lang's "Miss Cecily" whom her frank remarks set off was not so strange.She was just secretly brewing words, hoping that the next time Mr. Holmes had a case, it would be good to tell her even if he didn't bring her with him.

She thought about it for a long time, and it was time for the two to part ways again. After all, the dormitory of the Department of Chemistry and the Department of Medicine were not together.

"Then it is time to go," said Holmes, stopping on one leg.

Finally, Cecily couldn't hold back and said, "Mr. Holmes."

Holmes looked at him somewhat puzzled.

"I mean, even if it's inconvenient to join me, if there's a case, even if you can't share it with me at the time, but..." Cecily licked her lips, which was a small gesture when she was nervous, "If there's anything interesting... …or it’s okay to be less interesting…”

The more I said it, the worse it felt, as if the request I made was a little too much.

What are you thinking, she's not John Watson, and even John Watson doesn't seem to ask to go with her to solve the case.

Why doesn't Mr. Holmes take the initiative to ask her to join him now-oh yes, Dr. Watson is a military doctor after all, so he looks very strong, and he seems too bad.

"I thought we were at least friends," said Holmes, half taking off his hat, and buttoning it again. "I see."

Cecily was inspired by that "friend" and raised her head to look at him.

"Just remember to call Holmes next time." His smile seemed to eliminate part of the alienation, and his tone carried some ridicule among friends, "Then, see you next week!"

"See you next week!"

Cecily raised her voice a little, but fortunately she was not confused by this "friend" and even forgot to pretend her voice.

After staying there for a while, Cecily almost wanted to jump up on the spot and twirl around to shout yes!But after all, he kept his own personality.

Ok.

In fact, being friends is good, being friends with idols.

Why does this kind of thing sound so wonderful.

The author has something to say: I will take the train back to school this afternoon.sad.This is not the train to 221b Baker Street ahhhhh.

The past few days have been in Kawen, and he almost cut off his meridians.

Let me explain why Holmes didn't see through Cecily's identity:

For one thing, under the general social background at that time, it was unlikely that a girl would pretend to be a boy to go to school. Cecily also looked like she had studied. Facing the corpse calmly, she didn't look like a girl at all. Well!Secondly, as a girl, Cecily did not show the characteristics of a Victorian woman!On the contrary, under the influence of modern civilization, she is even more open to men and women, and as she thinks, there is no sissy chirp.Thirdly, if the pretending is reasonable, who would suddenly suspect that the person next to him is a woman disguised as a man or a man disguised as a woman.As for the others, just pretend that the disguise is too successful/laugh and cry

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This chapter is 4500 words!Rounding up to five thousand, and rounding up again, the two will become one!You don't have to comment to encourage me so much! !What can I save! !