Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

"Can you pick a lock?"

One sentence made the hot-headed Cecily calm down immediately, and she even wanted to put the black clip back and pretend that she hadn't taken it out.

He answered smoothly: "If you didn't stop me, maybe I would."

It was a joke, but neither of them was in the mood to laugh. The door opened inwards, which meant that neither of them could break open.

Holmes glanced at it, moved his fingers, and quickly made a decision: "I'll go downstairs and call the teacher. You stay here and watch."

Cecily nodded, and Holmes walked down quickly again. At this time, the building was already quite noisy. It seemed that many people had already known that someone had fallen from the upstairs.Maybe the students next to the window saw it, and I don't know how the teacher will deal with it.

But Cecily felt a little strange... Theoretically, Holmes should be able to pick the lock, or did she remember wrongly?

Well, maybe it's because the situation doesn't suit the situation...

This time there were two footsteps, and Cecily guessed that the heavy footstep belonged to Holmes, so he slowed down his pace impatiently.Then the other person should be an old man.

The old man, whose forehead creases almost covered his eyebrows, was already panting, but his hand was still steady when he opened the lock.

Cecily noticed that the door was locked, and the old man had to twist it twice before opening it.

The door was pushed open, and the goal was the empty land, the gloomy sky, and the waist-high guardrail.Cecily glanced left and right and saw no one else.I didn’t notice anything, there was only a single cleaning room there, and Cecily knew that there were usually some cleaning tools and water in it—in special cases, it could be poured directly from the two faucets—now this There was no one in the room from the window, and the door was locked.She walked directly towards the fence and looked down: "Kent!"

The scene of Mr. Davis lying face up in a pool of blood dazzles Cecily.

Holmes stopped her arm and whispered to her to be careful.

Standing beside the deceased, Kent looked up when he heard Cecily's shout, and also shouted back: "Someone has already called the police!"

The old man also looked at the railing, and Cecily and Holmes subconsciously stretched out their hands.

"Oh my God!"

The old man didn't take a breath, as if he had lost consciousness. Fortunately, both Cecily and Holmes supported him so that no one could fall down.Holmes helped the man halfway to one side, unbuttoned him and let him lie down first.

"There's nothing here." Cecily frowned, seeing that Mr. Holmes was still standing at the railing for a while before walking towards her. Cecily walked back to the door, which was said to be from the teaching The inside of the building is locked with a padlock, but the padlock is always lost, and this kind of door was replaced later. There is no problem facing the inside of the teaching building, but the outside is exposed to the wind and rain. There is some dust and the paint is worn.

The paint is already peeling, it may have been scratched, leaving only spots.Cecily guessed that there was no patent leather around it, and someone should have screwed it in recently, probably more than once.

When Cecily turned her head, she found that Holmes was standing two meters away from her, holding the top of the cleaning room with her hands. She exerted all her strength with her arms, and pushed her knees against her. She even climbed up when she lifted it up.

"Holmes?" Cecily called his name suspiciously.

He didn't answer.

Two minutes later, Holmes jumped down from the top: "Let's send this teacher back together first."

Cecily felt that it was too late to ask questions, so she simply said nothing, took the teacher down, dragged her into the office and drank a few sips of brandy, and then made an excuse that the students were still waiting below and they might need to meet up before leaving up.

The Scotland Yard agents hadn't arrived when they got downstairs, and Kent was pale, but looking a lot better than he had started.

When Holmes was obsessed with the case, he would forget some things. For example, he didn't think of saying hello to Kent at this moment. He glanced around and saw that some students were still around, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He just squatted down, I don't know what I'm looking at.

Cecily heard the chatter of people around her, so she asked, "Holmes, do you feel sick to your stomach?"

By doing this, he was not too careless to excuse Holmes.

Her eyes subconsciously avoided the dead man's face, she actually seemed a little timid, her eyes were fixed on his hand.Cecily could see that such hands had definitely never done any rough work, maybe they had learned piano or something, but the thumb and index finger looked dry and calloused, probably because of chalk, the suit on this side The pants were also stained.

"The police are here!" Someone exclaimed a little, followed by a commotion.The scene was like Moses dividing the sea, and that wave of people came amidst the noise.

Cecily looked back and saw that the leader was a man with a bright and clean forehead. There seemed to be a few spots left around his mouth, like two or three stubbles that hadn't been shaved. His forehead was also very protruding. I don't know if it was because the skull tube couldn't restrain his brain and had to be squeezed and deformed.

"Are you the first to discover the scene?" The man's voice was cramped, as if squeezed out of a narrow throat, and with an orderly tone, "I am Sheriff Grant, and I hope you will cooperate with me in the investigation."

Holmes raised his eyebrows, as if he knew the sheriff, but Sergeant Grant obviously didn't know Holmes, so he just gave him a haughty look, as if mocking the man who squatted at the scene of the crime in a strange way. on site.

Afterwards, there were police officers who were about to take them away. Cecily glanced back. Mr. Rancher Davis opened his mouth wide, as if he was about to shout something, but he fell so fast that he didn't even have time to shout speak out.

The three of them walked behind the agent with their own concerns. Kent wanted to say something to Cecily, but Cecily was thinking about something, and there were outsiders beside him, so he just followed behind in panic. word.Mr. Holmes was obviously lost in thought, and Cecily thought he would think about how to take another look at the body of the deceased—after all, there were too many people present today, and it was not convenient for him to take a good look.As for what Cecily was thinking, as already mentioned, she was thinking about what Mr. Holmes was thinking.

After the confession was over, before Cecily had time to say a few more words to Holmes, Leslie sent someone to fetch her.Cecily could only find another opportunity to communicate with Holmes the next day.

She boarded the carriage sent by her family with an expression of surprise, folded her hands on her cane and closed her eyes. The bumps of the carriage made her brain hurt. The scene of the man falling from the air at high speed and his head bursting when he landed was pervasive, from time to time And flash the shocked face behind him.

He obviously had no impression of Rancher Davis, but at this moment he suddenly remembered the scene of their first meeting that day, and it became clearer.He hid in a corner of the banquet, held a glass of wine and said to her, "If you like it, don't stay here."

He escaped from his responsibility to become a teacher in Cambridge, but did he ever think about his own death?

Cecily's intuition told her that this was definitely not suicide.

People who commit suicide don't jump off buildings like this.

When he got home, Leslie was handing the newspaper to the maid, and when he saw her coming in, he quickly got up to appease him: "Cicily, you didn't get scared today, did you?"

Leslie pulled away the chair closest to him for Cecily, and patted Cecily on the shoulder reassuringly: "There are people from me at Scotland Yard, and when they found someone with the surname Sylvester as a witness The telegram told me, I will quickly ask the coachman to pick you up, and you will feel more at ease when you go home."

After talking for a while, I found that Cecily looked a little dazed, and Leslie felt even more uncomfortable: "Are you really scared?"

Cecily came back to her senses and smiled. She thought it was a natural smile, but she didn't know that her elder brother made up a poor little person stimulated by blood.

"No, I'm just thinking about something." Cecily denied, "It's not too frightening."

"Don't even think about this matter. Although Scotland Yard is inefficient, there is still a solution to an ordinary case of falling from a building." Leslie frowned, "Will you not sleep well at night? Call the family doctor for you..."

"Brother!" Cecily interrupted at the right time, "It's really not necessary, I think I'm fine, I just didn't realize it, sleeping at home tonight is enough to soothe my nerves—"

Seeing Leslie still frowning deeply worried elder brother image, Cecily sighed.

"Brother, have you forgotten that I am a medical student? I have touched a lot of human specimens. Really, don't worry about me too much."

"How can you not worry," Leslie said in a low voice, "I asked the chef to make your favorite stew today, so you can drink more."

In order to prevent her elder brother from staring at her sadly, Cecily put the corpse and the scene out of her mind, and concentrated on answering Leslie's answer, looking much more refreshed.

Before going to bed at night, Leslie rarely childishly claimed that he would sleep with a pillow at the door of his sister's room and act as a patron saint for her...

Of course, Cecily vehemently refused and even locked the door of her brother's bedroom from the outside and threatened to let the maid watch him sleep in his room.So Leslie gave up.

Cecily, who returned to her room, was rarely at a loss.All the notes and books were brought to school, and I really couldn't sleep in bed.I kept thinking about it in my mind, but I couldn't figure it out.After the initial panic passed, it seemed that even the cerebrospinal fluid was excited, nourishing her mind.

She couldn't tell whether this excitement was due to continuing to cooperate with Holmes, or because of the case itself.

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