Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

The two of them went to a bag store to temporarily buy a canvas bag, and bought 20 meters of nylon rope to put it in the bag, and then returned to the rooftop. Holmes climbed onto the top of the small cleaning room and was about to reach out to help Hill. West, however, found that Sylvester had already mastered some tricks by himself, which looked clumsy but was somewhat smooth.

He glanced at it and then tied the rope on his own. A flash of his clumsy appearance flashed in his mind, he laughed secretly, and tied one end to himself.

I still don't laugh at him anymore, what if he falls off after just laughing.

Seeing Holmes' neat appearance of tying the rope, Cecily thought that if he was clumsy, she could help.

What back hugs, tenderly tied bows...or Windsor knots?Cough cough, tie a knot gently, care about the idol's clothes (?) and then say to the idol with eyes full of love and justice, Pikachu or something, pat the idol's chest or something encouraging, Thinking about it is not flattering.

However, it was useless. Mr. Holmes took off his coat and threw it on the ground. He was wearing a black vest and a white shirt.Only to self-destruct afterwards beautifully tied with rough rope.

Also very handsome.

When he was done tying, he glanced down again.

"This is a bit difficult, Holmes." Cecily was a little worried. "If you don't jump over this, you will hang it downstairs for everyone to watch."

"The strongest of the three suspects is Swift, but in fact Swift is not much better. I haven't been in close contact with him yet, and I can feel that this person's body is just strong on the outside." Holmes stretched his wrists and ankles, "If there is a suspect among the three, and the suspect escapes like this, then what he can do, there is no reason why I can't."

Having said that, Cecily also panicked when she saw it.Especially when he took off his coat, although he has muscles to support him, he also looks a little thinner.

This kind of mentality can probably be compared to the mentality of grandparents who always feel that their grandson/granddaughter is too thin.

Holmes had no scruples about Sylvester at first, but he wanted to tell her before he jumped over. If he jumped over, he would untie the rope and meet again downstairs. The rope was pulled up, and the length of the rope would not reach the ground, and it was probably one floor short. After untying the rope, he could climb down by himself.But when I looked back and saw her sad eyes, I thought of my own doubts, and felt a little hesitant again.

"You need not worry about me," said Holmes, looking at him. "It is not very dangerous."

Cecily bit her lips: "After all, we are friends. Although I am as interested in such an adventure as you are, I don't think it should affect safety. We can have other ways—"

Especially since I don't want you to...

"This is the fastest." He smiled in relief, and found that his friend was even more worried.

"You can choose to take risks, but you can't choose whether to worry for your friend or not," Cecily sighed softly, "Anyway..."

"Okay, don't delay, your friend is not someone who will act impulsively and do things he is not sure about," Holmes interrupted with a smile, slightly displeased, but became more relieved in the next sentence. I didn’t jump over there, you untie the rope after I’m stable, and then go downstairs to gather. I won’t procrastinate, and if the cafeteria starts later, there will be more people downstairs.”

Cecily realized that she had talked too much, and she seemed indecisive compared to Sherlock Holmes, because she was still worried about him... In case she really didn't jump over, this is not a bungee cord, it can also cushion—this is nylon rope!It is enough to be strangled by the rope if you fall.

But she didn't know how to stop it, she was afraid of making him irritable, so she could only silently hope that he would jump over smoothly.

Cecily backed away a few steps, watched Holmes take a few steps back, run up and then leap forward—her heart was aroused in an instant, her senses were amplified, and she actually felt that she caught the sound of Holmes leaping down in the wind, The picture suddenly appeared in his mind-Mr. Holmes met Moriarty on a narrow road, and they fell down the waterfall together in Reichenbach, and he remembered that Mr. Holmes tested poison himself to find the answer as quickly as possible.

It takes a strong heart to consider him a friend.

It's not like reading a book now, people in life will not be as smooth as in the story, and even in the book, Mr. Holmes will encounter difficulties and dangers, and will be injured.When reading the book, she only regarded the injury as a kind of understanding of the difficulty of the case and Mr. Holmes' ability, but now she feels extremely uncomfortable even seeing him injured (or even the possibility of being injured).

Now it's real life.

She seems to have never thought about these issues. She always regards Mr. Holmes as an idol in the book, but she has not carefully analyzed the past and thought about what kind of people are around him and what kind of person he is——she sees What I saw was his wisdom, his gentlemanship, his bravery, and his justice, but it seemed to be too superficial.

She didn't think about it.

That's fine too.

Then let the Sherlock Holmes in the book always be a character in the book that she hasn't seriously thought about.And the Holmes in front of her is her sincere friend, Holmes.

No matter what the motivation is, even though Cecily has never had a heart-to-heart friend in her previous life or at any time, she also understands that she needs to be given enough understanding and support.

It's just that next time... If there is a situation like this next time, she must suggest him to buy a spring rope, so as not to strangle himself.

Mr. Holmes landed steadily on the roof of the building next door, patted the soil on his body and waved to Cecily. Cecily showed a sincere smile and waved her hand, then squatted down and untied the rope. .Throwing it to the rooftop, she was about to leave the rooftop after watching Mr. Holmes pick up the rope.

Before she left, she noticed the door lock on the roof again. The paint had peeled off quite a bit.

As if she suddenly remembered something, she glanced into the cleaning room.

When they met Holmes downstairs, Cecily opened the bag on her hands to let Mr. Holmes put the rope in, and she was about to speak at the same time.

"Holmes..."

"Sylvester..."

The names of the two happened to hit the car, and then they laughed together.Cecily wanted Mr. Holmes to speak first, but Holmes looked as if she wanted to speak first.After she figured out some joints, she simply spoke directly instead of giving in.

"Actually, I noticed a detail that day, that is, the day when the crime happened," Cecily said hesitantly, "isn't the roof usually opened from the inside of the teaching building? I found that it was on the handle outside the roof." The paint peeled off very badly."

Holmes buckled the bag and carried it on his back. The two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they both walked towards the cafeteria.

"As far as I know, the roof door will not be locked during sanitation." Cecily looked ahead, walking this way many times in a hurry, but this time she rarely slowed down while talking, "I It means that at least the paint on the outside will not be so severe. Who would go to the roof and then lock it from the roof? Why should it be locked? Usually this door is not closed, and no one touches it."

"Yes, that's what I want to say." Holmes put one hand in his pocket, and the other hand carried the bag behind his shoulder. If it weren't for his tall and straight posture, it would have looked like a posture commonly used by delinquent teenagers. "I just jumped. From time to time, I felt that there is no need to use a rope, as long as you are brave and have a little strength, you can jump off."

Cecily turned her head slightly to look at him. From her angle, she could see the tip of Mr. Holmes' nose. He had a rather sharp aquiline nose, which made him appear indifferent or even sharp when he was not speaking softly.

"I was wondering if it was because of this that no rope was found at the scene of the murder." Holmes paused. "He was thinking about whether he could succeed at the beginning, so he tied the rope and tried it. After the trial, he found that he could Escape directly without using safety facilities, and come empty-handed when the crime is officially committed."

He frowned suddenly: "ohmy!"

He turned around and went to the teaching building again.

This time, Cecily grabbed Mr. Holmes's hand without any distractions in her heart—the upper sleeve was not a sissy tugging at the hem of the shirt this time, but the wrist generously. Sleeve it, but rounding it up is considered holding hands.

"Holmes?"

"We looked around, and even forgot to look at the cleaning room—"

"I just watched it," Cecily wanted to restrain her smug expression, but there was a little pride in the corners of her eyes and brows, "It's rare that you were negligent. I checked the cleaning room just before I went downstairs. Fortunately, the door of the cleaning room was closed. The lock, I went in and looked, it was cleaned recently, the mop in the cleaning room was just washed, there were some rags and waste newspapers in the cardboard box, and the broom was also cleaned, the whole thing is still clean.”

"The point is—"

"The point is, I didn't find the rope." Cecily answered politely.

Holmes' expression suddenly eased, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, neutralizing the sharp lines of his face: "You are meticulous, worthy of being a medical student."

"It's rare for Mr. Holmes to miss something. I have to take this opportunity to show it." Cecily let go of her hand, and naturally put it in her pocket. "How, are you satisfied with your friend's performance?"

"Very satisfied." He smiled.

Cecily rubbed her fingers back and forth in her pocket.

I go.

I just finished my psychological training for myself, why did it suddenly collapse when I pulled my wrist?I was wrong, I reflect on it.

Cecily's thoughts were very deep.

It shouldn't be, Cecily, you have participated in the idol handshake meeting (actually, you have shaken hands with the idol).

Cecily felt that she should raise her composure a bit, and don't make a big fuss after shaking hands, let alone this is not a handshake. She pulled her wrist to get excited.Be calm, rational, you and him are friends, you must be generous, elegant, and dignified.

She had to recite the core values ​​of socialism ten times in her heart before she could forget the temperature.

Even though she did, she pulled his wrist through the clothes...

23.

The two sat in their old seats in the cafeteria and chatted.

Probably because the cream soup has already entrusted some of the shared memories of Cecily and Mr. Holmes, Cecily's acceptance of the cream soup and smoked chicken legs has to be said to have improved a few notches.

"Since our current speculation is that the murderer went to the rooftop to 'practice' a few times, can we find out who has been to the rooftop several times recently?" Cecily asked as she sipped the soup.

Holmes was still chewing and thinking, and he didn't give an answer quickly.

Fortunately, Cecily didn't expect to answer, and thought about it on her own: "If the blond boy has nothing to do with this matter, then his words are credible, then I still doubt Swift, after all, why did he have an affair with the teacher?" The date was on the rooftop, and I never said anything."

Holmes ate his soup and ignored her.

Cecily said to herself: "If it's really him, then there must be a problem with the alibi. Is someone replacing him or something?"

"It's only possible that it's a substitute?"

Holmes looked deeply.

In the eyes of others, such a situation would probably be regarded as dull-eyed, after all, he was eating mechanically, as if he didn't listen to Cecily's words, he just ate and didn't reply.Cecily almost suspected that she had read the fake "Detective Sherlock Holmes", did Mr. Sherlock Holmes not like to eat when he was thinking?

Holmes didn't know whether he listened or not, he finished the soup in one breath, took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth: "I remember you have class tomorrow?"

Cecily was stunned for a while and didn't think about it, but remembered that Holmes had an experiment class.

"You forgot your class." Holmes's mouth curved politely, but it was not a smile. "Pathology."

Cecily nodded. She was just about to skip class when Holmes suddenly stood up as if she remembered something: "You're going to be a doctor. It's better not to skip this kind of class. We have another class the day after tomorrow." The experiment can meet, see you then."

Sherlock Holmes threw the handkerchief on the table and hurried away, forgetting to put away the dinner plate. Cecily was about to call for someone, but she was half a beat too late and missed it.Cecily sighed, and finished her food slowly. After a while, her eyes fell on Holmes' dropped handkerchief.

I really want to keep it private.

Terrible.

She finished her meal in a daze, carefully put the handkerchief into her pocket, and then put her hand into her pocket again.

She found the handkerchief with which Holmes had wiped his mouth!

To put it directly and indirectly, she just touched Holmes' mouth!

No, Cecily, friend! ! !You are friends!

Cecily felt that she was always touching Mr. Holmes's handkerchief, and it was impossible to think about it. After thinking about it, she put the handkerchief into her bosom again.

I feel even more ashamed o(*////▽////*)q

very excited.

Cecily felt like she wanted to wash her face and calm down.

It doesn't matter if I can't investigate the case with Mr. Holmes tomorrow, but she has Mr. Holmes' small handkerchief to accompany her to class!

Hee hee hee.

Holmes didn't think much of it. He felt a little doubtful about his friend, so he sent a telegram to Mycroft, asking if Larry Sylvester was really there, and if he was indeed at the school.After filming, I felt that something was wrong, but I definitely have no reason to regret what I did.He simply turned around and went back to the coffee shop.

He subconsciously avoided a question - what should he do if his conjecture is really verified?

He went to the restaurant again. On the way to the bathroom, he took a look at the back kitchen. There were four people in the back kitchen. After he came out, he asked the manager for a seat. He seemed to remember something: "Sorry, Mr. Manager, I want to ask Is your back kitchen still short of part-time workers?"

The manager smiled: "Let's not say that the back kitchen is already full. With your appearance, I must put you at the front desk."

It was rare for Holmes to meet such a straightforward person who boasted about his appearance rather than his inner self, and he was a little uncomfortable, but he still did not deviate from the point: "I see that there are only four of you dishwashers, one more is not too much, right?"

The manager waved his hand: "Four is too much, but three is too little. There are always some mistakes, so it's better to have four."

Holmes showed some regrets, thanked him again, confirmed once more whether he could be a dishwasher, and decided to give up after being rejected again.

Walking out of the restaurant and standing on the side of the street, he realized one thing.

The way he is dressed today does not look like a person who will wash dishes part-time to earn money, but the manager didn't mention a word, as if he understood it completely.

Will there be any reason after this.

A kind of premonition looming in my mind was like a ghost, and I couldn't catch it for a long time.

He stood there, looking across the road, and immediately recognized Karen, who was entertaining passers-by with a Bible.

Is Miller at work at this time?He figured it out, it should be.It's just that I didn't see it when I passed by the back kitchen just now, and I didn't touch it on the way to the bathroom.

The boss must know.He knew only four were needed, so what happened to Miller?

He's close to an answer.

Cecily was a little excited with Holmes' handkerchief in her pocket. She was so excited that she didn't want to go back to the dormitory to study. She had nothing to do. She simply decided to try her luck, for example, go to the coffee shop to see if she could meet Swift. A man who happened to have an alibi happened to be off to study again.

I was in a good mood, walked briskly, waved my cane more vigorously, and even the humid air was not so annoying. When I arrived in front of the cafe, I saw the little girl Susannah again. Ling—the only change left on her body.

"Good evening, Suzanne." She fumbled in her pocket, embarrassed by the lack of change.

Susanna smiled sweetly, and the freckles on her face looked lively and lovely: "Sir, you are here again."

"I just wanted to sit down." Cecily touched the other pocket, and after confirming that there was no change, she had to give up. "It's just getting dark, you little girl must pay attention to safety."

There was a sly light in Susanna's eyes, and she didn't answer: "Then I wish you a happy day, sir."

"You too." Cecily took off her hat to the little queen, and then went to the coffee shop waving her cane.

She still found a seat by the window and ordered a cappuccino, so that she could see out of the window and pay attention to the situation in the cafe, hoping to notice Swift's approach without warning.

It's a pity that until six o'clock, the night was already dark, and the scene she expected did not come.It was only then that Cecily realized that she had really lost her mind and was expecting something inexplicable.

So what if Swift came?She had never met Swift at all.

Two hours was enough for Cecily to calm down. Cecily had to constantly reflect on whether she had gone too far in dealing with Holmes.

But think about it, as a fan, if you get a handkerchief that you have seen your idol wipe your mouth with your own eyes, that feeling is like winning 500 million in the lottery. If it is Mr. Holmes, it would be hundreds of millions!

So she spurned herself in her heart for not being firm.

——You can't pay too much attention, Sisi, you are friends.

Your correct course of action is to return it to him tomorrow.

No, no, no, it should be returned to him after washing, and you can joke that you don't want the handkerchief to stay in your pocket dirty.

No no no it's not dirty at all.

She calmed down, drank the sweet cappuccino that made people's tongue bloom, paid the bill, and went back to the school.

After walking less than 500 meters, she was stopped.

"Mr Sylvester."

The voice was hidden in the darkness, and Cecily couldn't identify who it belonged to for a moment. When she turned her head, she found Susanna's figure, which she could barely recognize.

"Little Miss Susanna," Cecily was a little puzzled, but she still walked over and squatted in front of Susanna, "What do you want from me?"

"I just think you might need me, sir," Susannah looked into Cecily's eyes, "For example, I guess you are looking for someone."

Cecily was stunned for a moment, and she didn't know how much Susanna had observed. She deeply understood that the lower the children, the more suitable their own way of life was, which may be some wisdom that adults can't match.She simply smiled and asked her: "So what can you tell me?"

"Big Johnson is missing," Suzanne knew, and when she looked people in the eye, they were looking back at her. "I know someone came to him, they probably made some deals, and then Big Johnson disappeared."

Cecily's smile was gone too.

She had a strong intuition that this matter was closely related to what she was investigating now.

After drinking the coffee, she had a few shillings on her, and she took it out to her: "This is your reward, little girl."

"Don't you need to ask me something else?" Suzanne asked her instead of taking the money.

Cecily thought for a while: "Maybe Big Johnson changed his place to continue his business?"

"I said they might have made some deals," Suzanne's expression was a little hesitant, "I saw Big Johnson took the money, but I didn't hear what they said. If Big Johnson wants to leave, he will definitely tell us that he is here. Street for three years."

"How tall is he? What does he look like?" Cecily's heart ached.

Suzanne quickly answered the question: "Six feet, quite white, but always dirty, looks quite strong, he sometimes works hard on the construction site, and when he is not working, he will be here with us .”

Cecily asked the last question: "It's the person who came to find Johnson. Tell me, don't he look a little similar to Johnson?"

Susannah hesitated for a moment: "The face doesn't look alike, but the figure is pretty—if you find that person, I think I can recognize him."

Cecily's face sank, and she suddenly smiled: "Smart little girl."

She wanted to touch the little girl's head, as if she was treating a child from a relative's house. After thinking about the abruptness of the man's body, she turned her hand to her shoulder. Her legs were so numb that she almost didn't get up, she fumbled in her pocket, took out five guineas, and gave them to her together with the three shillings in front.

Suzanne was still a little stunned when she took the money—she never realized that this information could bring her benefits. She looked up at the gentleman in front of her and wanted to say too much, but she hadn't opened her mouth yet. cecily stopped

"You deserve it," Cecily said with a smile, "Your cleverness is worth the price. If you can verify my guess, I will give you some... the final payment."

Seeing the always smart little girl standing there in a daze, Cecily laughed: "Good night, Susanna."

She didn't wait for Suzanne's response either, she turned around and went back to school in a good mood.

24.

Holmes is also used to being alone. When he went to secretly observe Miller, he subconsciously wanted to communicate with Sylvester. He almost remembered the moment he said his friend's name. Sylvester is full of people today. class, not by my side.

He almost couldn't help laughing at himself—he had been with Sylvester for more than half a year, but he still didn't realize that he was no longer the old Sherlock Holmes who was used to being alone, but quietly got used to something (study or his little interests) to chat with Sylvester.

Regardless of whether his conjecture is verified or not, Sylvester is a reliable and worthwhile friend...It is indeed a pleasure to associate with him.And it's not about anything else—gender, identity, or anything else.

After inquiring about Williams being arrested for cheating in the quiz, Holmes decided to go to the office building for a little deliberation, perhaps to have a fateful encounter.He remembered that the astronomy office was on the third floor. When he walked over, he passed the mathematics professor's office. He didn't expect that the door of the office was open, surrounded by several students, and it looked very lively.

The professor had never been his teacher, but Holmes had heard that Professor Moriarty had taught in Cambridge for seven years and was very popular among students.Holmes wanted to go to his class several times, but he didn't know if it was just a coincidence every time. He always bumped into other classes, experiments, chores, etc., and couldn't get in, even the few people he saw occasionally. The last time, they were all far away, and this time is considered the most recent time.

He shook his head, but he still didn't enter the professor's office.

If there is a chance, we will meet again.

He was walking around in the hallway when he overheard an argument.

"Williams! You are sure that the matter of Mr. Davis has nothing to do with you!"

It was the voice of another astronomy professor.

Speaking of such an important thing, why didn't you close the door?

Holmes looked left and right, and decided to eavesdrop at the door.

"I'm sure," the voice should belong to Williams, "I admit that I cheated, I mean I admit that I cheated but I will definitely not kill people!"

"Then tell me, where did you go that day?" The teacher's voice contained anger, "People from Scotland Yard asked me to collect evidence, saying that I asked you to talk, and I vouched for you, but we all know You were not with me at the time."

"It's fine if you want to know," Williams said mockingly, "Didn't you find out that this year's test papers have been peeked?"

Holmes also had an idea in mind.

"The final exam paper? The final exam is one and a half months away...? I promised you would give you—"

"Davis caught it last year, how dare you give it to me this year?" Williams' voice became extremely calm, "The test paper will pass through Davis, but Davis likes to pose difficult problems, and the final trial will not pass. Isn't it the most suitable to take it and copy it in your hand?"

The teacher sighed heavily: "People from Scotland Yard are checking on you, and I am also suspicious. If you don't do it, then nothing will happen—"

"You just received some money to do this cheating thing with me, and there's no need to pretend to be your pretense to protect a student with bad conduct like me."

Anticipating that someone would come out, Holmes walked away lightly and quickly.

Williams' tone didn't sound like a fake. Holmes reckoned that his figure was indeed not very good. If he really practiced with a rope for a few times, his whole body would probably fall apart. If Sylvester With such a jump, it is estimated that it would have to be hung and swayed on the teaching building by the wind.

Thinking of such a scene, he thought that if he remembered, he would have to taunt his friend a few words.

Then he returned to his thoughts in an instant and returned to the case.

The rope used for practice is also relatively easy to hide. If it is put in the bag, it is unknown how to deal with it after taking it out. The murderer escaped in such a way, and it seems a bit troublesome to find a loophole.

If there is a flaw, where is the flaw?For the murderer, what else is left?

If Sylvester's information was valid, then perhaps, asking Mycroft for help would yield some other information?

No, Mycroft's hand hadn't reached the campus yet.

He left the office building, rarely feeling at a loss as to where he was going.

The truth has always been revealed in the minutiae, but this time, where is the key.

He felt that there was still something he hadn't dug out, and there must be something else.

At the end of the day's class, Cecily felt that her whole body was going stiff, and she didn't know how Holmes was progressing, but her mind was full of homework, and she couldn't get involved in the case for a while.There was another quiz, a lot of medical students were rushing to the library in the study room, and Cecily went to the coffee shop as usual.This time, there was no need to sit by the window, so she randomly found a corner and took out a book to read.

She doesn't like British cuisine, and because she is too light for a man, she sometimes likes to eat desserts, and she doesn't feel guilty about having too many calories, but she is really tired of eating too much.

She sat there, looking at the book, just looking at it, she realized something was wrong.

A beggar was missing, and a beggar was missing for no reason.

Suddenly there is one less, just stuck at this time, and the height and weight are similar to Swift.

If that Johnson is really related to this matter, is he still alive now?

Cecily stood up abruptly, stuffed money in her bag indiscriminately, slapped it on the table, and then ran out. Sure enough, she saw Susanna again.

Susannah saw Mr. Sylvester step aside of his own accord, instead of standing with the other beggars.

Cecily touched her pocket, she felt that she should bring more cash, but this is not the time to think about it.

"Thirty shillings," she said, drawing ten out of her pocket. "Find Johnson. You know where he'll be."

Susanna was a little dazed: "Looking for him?"

"Here is ten shillings. If I find them, I will give you twenty more. The total is thirty shillings. You can call a few more people—you can't call adults, you can only tell children. Do you understand?" Cecily licked He licked his dry lips, "Tell someone you trust."

"The one you find can get five shillings more," Cecily knelt down, "Can you make a deal?"

Susannah looked at Cecily—the only one who crouched to talk to her.She pursed her lips: "How long?"

"The sooner the better, if you see a person alive or a dead body, you must tell me first." Cecily repeatedly emphasized.

"Maybe dead?" Susannah didn't respond.

Cecily was also asked this time, and she couldn't give an answer. She could only say: "It's possible."

"I won't charge the deposit, you can give it to me when you find it." Suzanne returned the money to Cecily.

Cecily didn't answer, and Susanna was obviously just a little girl, but she always looked very sensible, and her expression was sometimes very stable.

"You are at Cambridge University, how can I contact you?"

"I will appear in this coffee shop—" Cecily thought for a while, then suddenly changed her mind. "You send him a telegram, Mr. Holmes."

She had a lot of classes, and sometimes she would skip the telegrams, but Holmes often received telegrams, and the chance of missing them was not high.She pulled out a small notebook from her pocket, and originally wanted to give the note Holmes wrote to her directly to Susanna, but she didn't want to part with Mr. Holmes' handwriting, so she copied a copy for Susanna herself.

"Do you want a signal?" Suzanne felt as if she was in some kind of urgent situation, and she was very nervous.

Cecily couldn't help laughing, thinking that she would be unattractive if Mr. Holmes didn't call her, so she still had to remind: "Just say, Mr. Sylvester, we found the missing Johnson. "

Susannah nodded, but in the end she still charged ten shillings, turned around and ran back.

Williams had no clue here. Holmes went to the restaurant to step on the spot again, and learned more about Miller's situation. He slipped away after class in the afternoon. He wanted to go to Sylvester to find him. People, it turned out that I was late and had nothing to do, so I could only wait for the experiment the next afternoon.

He was reading in the library, and the more he read, the more uncomfortable he felt.He always felt like he was missing evidence, but couldn't say what.To use the method of elimination that he is proud of, all the possibilities in hand cannot be ruled out.

If this is the case, then use the hypothesis method to verify it.

At present, the most likely people in front of him are Miller and Swift. Miller has been half-understood now, and can basically be ruled out. Williams has too little information now, and it is difficult to investigate. So definitely start with Swift.

If it is indeed Swift, then it is obvious that he is unable to do sex, and his alibi is likely to be forged, and if it is forged, then he must find someone to pretend to be himself, Impressed by the coffee shop owner.

If this assumption is true, then the person pretending to be must be similar in height, shape and even face to Swift.In other words, he had to find this person now.

He looked at the book, but couldn't turn a page.

Substitution.

If he doesn't want people to know, who can Swift find as his replacement?

With a sullen face, he leaned back on the chair unconsciously, his legs were almost lifted up on the chair, and the book was placed on the table alone, and a page or two would be lifted by people walking around.He tried to enter the world in his head, but the people around him were walking around, disturbing people.He scratched at the bangs in front of his forehead, and even the bangs annoyed him.

He got stuck.

There must be some way.

That person is a substitute, where can Swift find this person, and where should this person go after using it?

If it is someone nearby, then the sudden disappearance must be recorded in Scotland Yard, but if it is not missing, it will go back after running out, then you have to start the investigation from the nearby traffic?It's not going to work, only Scotland Yard with a lot of manpower and resources can do this kind of thing, slow and stupid.

Where was he supposed to find such a person?

Another sleepless night.

The next morning Holmes got up vigorously and followed Swift all morning.It really made him find something wrong.

This is Swift, he sucks