Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

"Wake up."

Holmes' voice was close to her ear, and his hand gently nudged her shoulder.

Only then did Cecily realize that she was not dreaming, she suddenly woke up, looking at Holmes' face so close to her, she almost forgot to breathe——

My mother, I want to marry him!

"I've recovered." There was a smile in his voice, "Is it because I came too late, it's only now..."

Cecily subconsciously dug into her pockets and realized that she left her pocket watch aside when she got up in the morning. She quickly got up and patted the ashes on her body and wiped her mouth—would it be too indecent to sit and sleep? Really did I open my mouth and drool or whatever my gosh if I actually drool and get seen—

Cecily gasped.

This operation no longer exists.

Holmes didn't seem to care about this, and he opened the door to the roof without exchanging much greetings—by prying it open.

Cecily followed Holmes dully, looking at Holmes's chic windbreaker jacket and wondering whether her clothes would be wrinkled from sleep.

The moment the door opened, Cecily was shivered by the cold wind outside, and she woke up completely.

Holmes closed the door halfway and laughed at her: "I would like to know whether you are still asleep or not surprised."

"Surprised?" Cecily subconsciously looked over and met his eyes.

This time it was Holmes who was a little uncomfortable, because his friend had hardly ever looked at him like this—directly, naturally—he also seemed to notice Sylvester’s clear eyes for the first time. Ling, dancing with some lights, is very familiar.

"I can pick the lock." It was Holmes who avoided looking away.

Cecily didn't mind at all, maybe it was because Holmes avoided her eyes that she felt natural, she smiled: "I probably haven't woken up, but since you told me that you have already set up a detective agency, it's better to sneak the door Locks probably have to be a required course for detectives."

Holmes smiled. "You haven't told me what time you arrived this morning. I'm a little surprised to see you asleep there."

Holmes walked directly towards the railing. No matter whether Davis jumped off by himself or was pushed down, the railing was likely to leave marks.

He determined the approximate location and began to look with a magnifying glass.

"It's not too early." Cecily said vaguely, but she really didn't want to say it, so she simply stayed away from Holmes to see if there were any other clues on the rooftop.

Holmes is not entangled in this topic, and he doesn't like to digress when he is concentrating on searching for evidence.

This kind of stone railing is easy to leave marks, especially if it is scratched. Holmes stood here for a while that day because he saw the marks left here.

And now it's gone.

The air in London is indeed too humid.

"Sylvester?"

He called his partner.

"Holmes, here—look!"

Holmes put away the magnifying glass and walked towards Cecily, and then he saw the white mark on the wall at a glance.

"I have to say, Sylvester, your luck is..." He fumbled in his pocket and found a measuring tape, "about eleven inches long, four and a half inches wide— It's like a trail from a shoe."

"Does that mean someone has climbed it?" Cecily took a step back and looked up. It was actually the roof of the cleaning room.

Holmes frowned: "I went up the day the incident happened, and I didn't find any problems."

"It could also be traces left by people from Scotland Yard?" Cecily was not sure, she didn't notice this on the day of the incident.

Holmes took a step back and took a look. He kicked his legs forward and then pushed his hands up. The next second, he lifted his legs up. The movement was so coherent that Cecily didn't even have time to hold her breath to appreciate it.

So the question is, should I climb up.

Cecily was deeply entangled.

Mr. Holmes is more than ten centimeters taller than Cecily, rounded up to [-] centimeters. Taking into account the arm gap, Cecily can only go up by raising her arms and yelling that I have to fold my hands—although the cleaning room is much shorter than the floors below. , the height is more than two meters after all, this height is a bit difficult for Cecily.

But she did not want to show weakness in front of Mr. Holmes.

distressed.

Cecily almost wanted to curl up in a corner and pretend she hadn't been there.

I think so, but Cecily still decided to dare to climb—the fans are a group of magical creatures, just like her friends in the past can spend a whole day doing hair and makeup and then stand a few times in 12cm high heels When she was young, she just wanted to get closer to her idol, but now—isn't she just climbing a wall, what's the problem?People who can't overcome difficulties can't be called real fans at all!

Cecily swallowed her saliva. She estimated that she would definitely not be able to go up as easily as Mr. Holmes, so she hooked both hands on the edge of the roof and prepared to rub up.

I feel so heavy.

As if the body was hollowed out.

Sore hands.

My arm hurts.

Why can't I go up.

Why did God give a pair of corgi legs.

Although I have a beautiful face, I can't tell the difference between men and women (?).

Cecily's heart was almost broken. When she finally got up on her elbow after struggling for maybe an hour, Holmes finally couldn't stand it any longer, and reached out to grab her arm, just like that——

picked her up? ? ?

Cecily felt like she was in heaven.

Sherlock Holmes also didn't expect that his friend looked short but not so light, so he felt something wrong when he pulled it up—he was preparing to pull up a 150-pound man, so he tried his best, but this time He found out that he had used too much force and directly...

He was speechless for a while looking at the little chick he grabbed.

look at each other.

Holmes let go of his hand rather embarrassed: "Sorry, I seem to be a little bit unstoppable recently."

Cecily laughed: "It's not that I'm too light, I'm sorry for your arm strength."

Holmes' eyes drifted away for half a second: "Although people nowadays don't shine in the fighting arena and don't need to be shirtless to please others, it's always good to exercise more."

"Yes, yes, next time I can climb up by myself," Cecily changed the subject hastily, "What did you see?"

Although Holmes was surprised by his friend's weight for half a second at this moment, he didn't put it into consideration at this moment: "I noticed something, come and take a look here."

Cecily didn't care to brush off the dust on her hands, and her hands that were deeply scratched, hurriedly leaned over to have a look.

"This mark is much more obvious than the ones on the railing and the wall—this width seems to be worn out by a rope?" Cecily asked uncertainly.

"That's right." Holmes nodded. "As for the obvious traces, it's easy to explain. Whether it's falling down the stairs or climbing up this small cleaning room, the former is only once, and the traces are naturally not obvious. The latter may also be caused by different steps. It came up from the place where it left a mark, but this mark has been worn many times."

"...If the rope has been worn many times, why is the rope tied here?" Cecily thought positively, "Is it some kind of mechanism? The victim's body was tied here and the victim fell down when the rope broke? "

"What an amazing imagination! Sylvester, did you really pass those words through your head before you said them?" Holmes gave a low 'ha', "full of loopholes."

Cecily was taught humbly, and consciously looked for her own loopholes: "Oh, yes, then the corpse will definitely find the string marks on the body, and how to deal with the rope is also a problem, unless there are some delicate knots..."

The corner of Holmes' mouth moved: "I don't think I should lift you up, even though it doesn't take much effort."

Cecily: "???"

The whole person looked at Holmes in a daze.

But Holmes didn't give her a look, sad.

"Why don't you drink some water to calm down first?" Holmes said tactfully.

Cecily poured cold water over her head, wow, are you trying to drive me away?So he looked indifferent and serious: "Well, if this rope is related to this case, it can only be used on the murderer instead of the deceased."

"Assuming it really matters, what can the rope be used for...?"

"What can it be used for?" Holmes raised his head with a smile on his face, apparently ready to lead Sicily to think.

Cecily was a little worried: "Climbing downstairs from here?"

"If he really climbed down the stairs like this, he would have been discovered before he could go any further." Holmes rarely showed a somewhat complacent expression. "Think about it simply, from here to the teaching building next door."

"The distance is about 15 feet. If you jump over it normally, it will definitely not work. That's why he climbed up here." Holmes smiled. "If I guess correctly, he jumped from here to the next building. .”

"This is a bit too mysterious—not to mention anything else, normally there are..." Cecily subconsciously said that it was five meters high, but after converting it in her heart, it was about fifteen feet, "it is taller than the building next door. Add a small cleaning room on the first floor, more than fifteen feet at full dozen?"

"So, we'll know if we can jump or not." Holmes clapped his hands, stuffed the magnifying glass in his pocket casually, and jumped down.

Cecily thought that he was going to jump directly to the next floor, and his heart almost stopped in fright, but he just went downstairs to the cleaning room.Feeling that he was making a fuss, he jumped down immediately.It was easier to go down than to go up, although there was still a little numbness in my legs because I didn't prepare for a while.She followed Holmes a few steps before recovering.

Holmes was still thinking——

Still thinking, rule out all the impossible.

The author has something to say: ...emmm Cecily who was picked up like a chick.what do i seeRounding off is an emotional drama!

Yesterday I brought up the issue of Dafu being too gentle. I didn't expect everyone to be so considerate, and I also saw the long comment of Ye Xiao.I'm busy typing now, so I'll reply later.Last night I wrote until one o'clock in the morning for Sunday's Gagen.I have to go out today, and it’s not easy to type without a computer tomorrow.I'm getting up to type now, charge me up, okay!