Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

The two of them had just stepped out of the roof and closed the door when they saw a student.

The man has blond curly hair, looks very big, has a certain temperament, and he sounds very generous when he speaks: "Do you all like to meet on the rooftop recently?"

Seeing Holmes looking at him in some surprise, the student scratched his hair in confusion.

Holmes took two steps down: "Yes, you know me?"

"A top student in the chemistry department—your name is known to the whole school," the blond boy smiled. "Almost every teacher in every department mentions you in class. I've seen you too."

He seemed to be holding a book and getting ready to go.

He had heard Holmes' name before, and the occasion was quite intriguing.

"Wait." This time it was Cecily who stopped the person, "Why do you say that everyone likes to meet on the rooftop?"

Holmes held Cecily down, obviously wanting to ask himself: "I guess you want to tell me that Mr. Davis, who died a few days ago, had an appointment with someone else?"

The blond boy hesitated for half a second: "Yes."

But he was careful not to say who.

"I don't want to, because I know the man didn't come, and I don't want to tell the people at Scotland Yard in case they're because of some—"

"It is Swift," said Holmes firmly.

Seeing the somewhat bewildered face of the blond boy, Holmes became more and more certain in his heart, but he looked understanding on his face, walked towards the blond boy, and put his hand lightly on the boy's shoulder: "I can completely understand you, after all, the other party's absence proves enough , it doesn’t make sense to say it.”

The blond boy smiled. He was about to say something when he looked up and found his classroom. He said goodbye to Holmes and walked into the classroom.Holmes watched the boy enter the classroom from the same place, and then the class bell just rang, and there was no one else in the corridor. Suddenly, he leaned his shoulders against the wall and half turned his head to look at Cecily—his eyes Flashes of light.

"Pillows were delivered when I was dozing off," said Holmes in a low voice, in a voice that could be suppressed so as not to disturb the teacher's voice in the classroom. "I think I can check—"

When he spoke, it could be said that he was very close.

He straightened up abruptly, put his hand on Cecily's shoulder and pushed her away, after all, the corridor of the teaching building is not a suitable place for telling little secrets.

Holmes let go of Cecily's shoulders when he reached the stairs, and went downstairs quickly. Whenever he was in a good mood, his footsteps would fly when he went downstairs. Obviously he was wearing leather shoes that were not easy to exercise, and he looked as light as he was. It is to Lingyun to go straight up to ninety thousand miles.

He went down one floor only to realize that Sylvester hadn't followed. He turned his head and glanced. Sylvester, who seemed to be thinking about something, seemed to have sensed something. Looking at him, the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch slightly. It is also quickly catching up.

Before talking, Cecily could feel his temperature coming through the air—unprecedented closeness, the kind where the breath is pressed against the face, the kind that doesn't want to wash it...

Moreover, the moment Cecily put on Mr. Holmes's hand, her soul was emptied, and she only knew to follow Mr. Holmes' strength.I don't know if I'm too sensitive, his temperature seems to have penetrated into her blood, and her heartbeat accelerated with the stimulation of blood circulation.

I don't want to wash my clothes either.

Today Mr. Holmes took her by the arm and pushed her by the shoulder.

Rounding off is that this dress has been touched by Mr. Holmes.

Want to keep the smell.

I want to hug and sleep hehehe.

Fuck me, why am I such an idiot.

Cecily condemned herself strongly in her heart: People treat you as a friend, yet you want to have sex with him!no!this is not right!It simply violated the rules of the fan circle!You can't sleep with idols even if you have an illegitimate meal!

What is going on in her mind!

Sherlock Holmes barely stopped when he got down to the outside of the teaching building. He almost bumped into Cecily when he turned around. When it comes to certain sections, it has always been informal.

"The blond boy's pointing is very clear, Swift," Holmes couldn't hide his excitement. "Actually, I do suspect this Mr. Swift. Do you know who is the witness for him?"

Cecily shook her head in disbelief.

"Although some things can be explained by coincidence, sometimes I always have some strange intuitions." Holmes smiled. "My father accused me not to use conjecture to solve problems. I took it as a hypothetical method."

"I have three suspects." Holmes stretched out three fingers. Thin calluses could be seen on the pads of the fingers. The fingers were slender and knuckles well defined, as if they were exclusive to musicians. "One is Williams, and this one I haven't started yet." Investigate, as far as I know he cheated and got caught by Davis, so it's a feud."

"The other one is Swift. I don't know his motive at the moment, but someone reported to Scotland Yard that he had a dispute with Davis, and Swift also provided an alibi," Holmes withdrew his hand. Looking at his friend, his eyes naturally moved from his hands to his eyes, "He is studying in a coffee shop."

"That's the one you said to confirm the alibi when we were chatting in the coffee shop that day?"

With so many guests a day, why does the boss remember him?At first, Holmes just wanted to confirm this point. When he went to the coffee shop to collect evidence, he made indirect remarks and asked the boss if he was a regular customer. The boss said that it happened that he sat in a more conspicuous seat that day, and he brought a lot of books with him, so he remembered it better.

The question is – is Swift, he, not a book reader?

So deliberate, like he knew what was going to happen.

Holmes breathed a sigh of relief: "There is also Miller, who is in the same class as Swift. He was working in a restaurant at the time of the crime, but coincidentally, his alibi is also somewhat mysterious."

"How to say?" Cecily was a little puzzled.

"His testimony is that he works as a dishwasher in this restaurant, but that day I went to that restaurant and passed by the back kitchen. There were many people at noon that day, which happened to be Miller's working time. I saw him with my own eyes. I went to the boss to sign in," Holmes nodded his chin to signal Cecily to keep quiet, "but I didn't see him in the back kitchen."

"And... At that time, there were four dishwashing people in the back kitchen. I have observed that this restaurant has four people in one shift... Miller signed in and went to work. This is the only shift of five people, but There are still only four people working."

"Miller, where have you been?"

After a long silence, Cecily bit her lips: "I think maybe we can check on Williams, the first suspect you don't have any clues yet."

"This case..." Holmes suddenly began to walk again, and his pace was getting faster and faster.

Cecily almost didn't realize it. Seeing Holmes striding like flying, his coat rattling, she was almost intoxicated by the hero's handsome back and didn't catch up.

This time, Sherlock Holmes didn't care about his friends behind him anymore, and he didn't look back at all in his mind. Cecily almost trotted after Holmes.

When Holmes was concentrating on thinking, he didn't care much, his mind was filled with one mystery after another——

What did Miller do?Swift is really not suspect, the alibi is so clear?And if the murderer escapes in the way he imagined, what about the rope?

Cecily's legs were about to go limp, and it wasn't a matter of time. Holmes was about to take off when he walked, and his legs were still hot—how long!She basically ran behind for 15 minutes. What does 15 minutes mean? How can I say that I have to run for two kilometers?

Seeing a hardware store outside, she finally found an excuse to tug on Holmes by the sleeve.

Sherlock Holmes also stopped abruptly. It was almost like a car from sixty yards suddenly braked. He was able to stop so steadily, as if some kind of switch was installed on his leg. When he turned around, his expression seemed to be Haven't gotten out of my own world yet.

Cecily pointed to the hardware store. On the surface, she was pure, innocent, upright and serious, thinking in her heart, I'm pulling the idol's sleeve, and if I round it up, I'm holding hands!

"Since we have no idea at the moment, why don't we buy a piece of rope and try it out, can we jump from the rooftop?"

Holmes stared at Cecily with deep eyes, staring at Cecily almost made her hair stand on end.She was a little out of breath when she spoke, but now she dared not even take a breath.

He even felt that his little secret was about to be seen through.

pills pills.

"True." Holmes shook his hand slightly.

Cecily felt guilty at first, but she was so frightened that she immediately let go——she didn't let go, but tightened it.

Holmes:? ? ?

Cecily: ...

Cecily let go of her hand belatedly, and reflected on herself, really, so gay, so gay, this can't be done, really can't be done.

Holmes glanced at her hands, went straight to the hardware store without saying a word.

His hands are too small.

It's really too small.

Also, it doesn't match the size of his feet.