Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

Seeing Cecily's nervous look, Holmes couldn't help laughing with his forehead propped up: "Sylvester, I don't quite understand why you are always nervous."

Cecily didn't expect her nervousness to overflow to such an extent, and she was a little at a loss when she was pointed out: "Really?"

My mind was running fast and I found an excuse: "I just thought maybe you would exclude me from this adventure because of my brother's words."

"I know you are very interested in these small puzzles. Even without me, maybe you would do the same thing yourself, and the two of you will be faster—besides, I don't regard you as a friend because of your brother, you You can rest assured."

Holmes thought again of the contradictions in Sylvester, the most important of which was probably that he was always nervous in his presence.

Holmes' words made Cecily feel relieved. She was relieved and at the same time showed a happy smile: "That's good. After all, with you by my side, I can see hope no matter what kind of puzzle it is."

"Then you really think highly of me."

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and he didn't know how to respond to such a sentence, he just raised his eyebrows pretending to be natural, and said in a calm tone.

Sherlock Holmes looked away slightly, and Cecily didn't realize that her idol might be a little shy, so she naturally returned to the original topic after speaking her inner thoughts: "Speaking of the matter of falling from the building, if suicide is ruled out, then It is clear that someone pushed him down. At that time, at a quick glance, there seemed to be no signs of fighting on Mr. Davis, and there was no dust on the roof, so we can preliminarily estimate that the murderer pushed him down by taking advantage of his unpreparedness. "

Cecily has a problem, that is, when she is nervous, she speaks crisply and neatly, as if she is very sure, but when she relaxes, she chatters a little bit, talking sentence after sentence.

Holmes nodded quite affirmatively, and Cecily, who was encouraged, couldn't help but continued, "No...I remember his right leg was rubbed against it, it might be the ashes on the railing... So Come on, if you are pushing down when you are not prepared, it must be more appropriate to push from behind, but the method of the deceased falling down seems to be pushed down from the front. I wondered if it was the murderer who did it. The dead just turned around."

"It is undeniable that what you said is a possibility," Holmes took a sip from his coffee cup, "but it has no direction for us to find the answer—you just missed the point."

Cecily's face was a little hot. She might not have much talent in this area. She couldn't help but think about what the scene was like, and imagined an ending without rigorous reasoning.It seems to be somewhat useless.

Hmm...it's okay, Mr. Holmes treats himself much better than Dr. Watson. She remembered that in the original book, Mr. Holmes said to Dr. Watson without hesitation, "You just missed the whole point."The sarcasm of the comment I received is not enough, Mr. Holmes should be sympathetic.

But the relationship between Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes must be much better than the relationship between him and Mr. Holmes at the moment.

what.

...Is it because I and Mr. Holmes don't have that good relationship, so I kept my relationship.

Sad

The young girl Cecily fell into deep melancholy.

She sighed: "Okay, maybe my problem is that I read too little and think too much."

Holmes glanced at Cecily in amazement, as if he instinctively wanted to follow up on what Cecily said, but after thinking about it, he still wanted to bring it back, so he just glanced at it: "Don't you think we should The question that comes to mind is, why would Mr. Davis go to the rooftop?"

Cecily looked up suddenly, only to realize that she accidentally missed the important point: "Does Mr. Davis have class that day?"

"No." Holmes replied flatly.

"Why did the teacher appear on the rooftop?" Cecily followed Mr. Holmes' train of thought, "It wasn't a comfortable day for basking in the sun on the rooftop, and I don't know if Mr. Davis has the habit of blowing cold wind from the rooftop. There is only one cleaning room, and I don’t think the teacher’s purpose is to go there, other than the possibility that the murderer took advantage of the fact that he likes to go to the rooftop to blow the wind, there is only...he has an appointment with someone?”

"Obviously." The corners of Holmes' lips curled up. "Then the question is, who will meet on the roof? And on the roof of the teaching building?"

"Students, teachers, and people who manage the cleaning room?" Cecily asked uncertainly.

Holmes shook his head, but did not give an answer: "I will go to the scene again tomorrow, maybe I can solve the mystery of how the murderer escaped."

"What can I do?" Cecily became a little excited, "I mean... I can't just pray that it won't rain tonight to wash away the traces of the roof."

Holmes picked up his cane and shook it upwards: "It seems that you are waiting for a definite invitation. Maybe we can go to the scene together tomorrow? To be honest, I am not very sure whether I can find the result."

He drank the coffee, got up quickly, and brushed the hem of the windbreaker: "I still have some things to go to Mycroft's office, so tomorrow morning—maybe early tomorrow morning, see you at six?"

After receiving Cecily's affirmation, Holmes took his hat from the back of the chair and put it on, pressing the brim of the hat to say goodbye to her.

Sicily sat in place, looking out from the French windows, there were some beggars along the street, they looked so hidden, as if blending into the background, sitting there quietly waiting for alms from passers-by, occasionally they would be a little bolder when they met the target customers Reach out to beg.

There was a lovely little girl in the group. Cecily looked at it for a long time. The little girl had a thin face and a pointed chin. She looked pitiful, but her eyes were bright and she was lovely.Her clothes are a little torn, and there are some gray marks on her hands, but her hands seem to be clean—she can almost ask for money just by reaching out, presumably because she has figured out who will give it, and not doing useless efforts, Cecily even To see a lady give her a guinea - that's not a small amount.

Probably because she had been watching for too long, the little girl seemed to have noticed Cecily when she raised her head, she seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.The shape of her lips is very similar to that of Cecily. The flesh of her lips is moderately thick. When she is not speaking, the corners of her mouth seem to be slightly raised. When she smiles brightly, her teeth are exposed, which makes people feel warm.

There seemed to be a few shillings in her pocket. Cecily thought about it and took it out of her pocket. The coffee cost her six shillings just now. After she was done, she walked out with her head down. She had spent a lot of time with Mr. Holmes, and she learned to swing the cane more naturally, which made her look more gentlemanly.

She walked up to the little girl, squatted down, and looked at her.

The little girl seemed to have expected that she would come, so she stood where she was, and didn't reach out to ask others for alms.

"You knew I would come?" Cecily thought for a while, and felt awkward talking to her on her knees, so she took off her gloves and wanted to shake hands with her.

The little girl was a little surprised, she never expected that such a gentleman would want to get acquainted with herself, perhaps because she was more vigilant because of being away for a long time, she hadn't reached out for a long time.

Fortunately, Cecily also realized that she is now a man: "Sorry, I should have waited for the lady to shake my hand."

She put on her gloves frankly: "Did you see me?"

The little girl bit her lips: "I saw you looking at me all the time."

Cecily was dumbfounded, she didn't know why she followed like a demon, maybe it was because of some feelings, such a little girl, maybe eight or nine years old, survived by relying on her wisdom as a child in such an environment.

It is very hard for people to live.

"Didn't you go to school?" Cecily asked softly.

The little girl was a little wary, and even took a step back, but she still had a smile on her face, as if she was completely trusting.Cecily really didn't know what to say at the moment, she just blamed herself for being too abrupt, noticed that some other beggars seemed to notice, she was a little helpless, and took out six shillings from her pocket : "You are very smart, study hard."

When she straightened up, she felt a little sore in her body when she bent down like this.In my heart, I laughed at myself for doing some superfluous things. If I really like this little girl, it's all right to give me some money.

Cecily just turned around, but was stopped by the little girl.

"gentlemen!"

Cecily turned around and looked at her suspiciously.

"What is your name?"

Cecily's doubts were more genuine. She didn't understand why this little lady asked her name, but she didn't shy away from it: "Larry Sylvester."

The little girl was a little dazed, as if she didn't expect Cecily to tell her full name so simply, perhaps she was not sure whether it was true or not, she raised her chin and stretched out her hand.

"My name is Suzanne, sir, and I allow you to shake my hand."

Perhaps it is precisely because of her eccentric temperament that she is not in line with the surrounding environment that she can coax the passing gentlemen and ladies to pay for her.She seemed born to be lovable.

Cecily looked at her pair of clean, fleshy little hands, and was taken aback for a moment. Just as she was about to reach out, she remembered that she was wearing gloves, and took them off again.

"My pleasure, Miss Suzanne."

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