Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

When Cecily arrived at Baker Street, it was just getting dark, and Mrs. Hudson was holding an oil lamp and preparing to go upstairs.

Cecily saw the figure of the lady disappearing from the door, but she didn't react for a while, and she didn't stop anyone to greet her.

Luggage is not heavy.

Under normal circumstances, in order to show her masculinity, Cecily is used to carrying heavy things without changing her face, even though her arms must be sore for a long time afterwards.In order not to show her secrets in front of Mr. Holmes (although she thought he had already discovered it), Cecily didn't pack too many things this time, and she didn't bring too many clothes.The suitcase was not heavy, and now she felt her hands were sore and her legs were weak, and she couldn't stand up straight.

At the gate of 221b Baker Street, Cecily's heartbeat was out of control again. Cecily felt that she could fall down on the spot and be sent back to the hospital for emergency treatment if it was any harder. She felt that she was about to hear the sound of her heart breaking.

Can snap.

The air in this area is much better than the hospital where Cecily studied, but it still has the typical dampness and filthiness of London. Cecily sniffed, trying to identify where the pleasant smell came from in the air, maybe it was something Freshly baked crepes at the café.Standing in front of the door, she subconsciously wanted to knock on the door with her cane under her armpit. Fortunately, she regained her sanity and remembered that she could use a cane.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

Only in dreams can there be such a scene.

Everyone who knocks on the door of 221b Baker Street expects to see the unparalleled detective inside.

Not everyone who knocks on the door of 221b can see Mr. Holmes inside.

She was very close to him.

And she was afraid at this moment that when the door opened, it was the staff of the Baker Street Museum who told her that the museum was closed.

The door was made of wood, just a very ordinary kind, but in Cecily's eyes, this door clearly possessed some extraordinary meaning.

"Which one?"

She felt that the voice had an innate sense of intimacy. She guessed it was Mrs. Hudson. Cecily wanted to answer, but the extreme tension made her voice dry and shriveled.

The door was opened, and a lady with black hair mixed with white hair poked her head out. Her eyes were a little round, with the childishness of a woman who did not belong to this age group.

"You must have come to see Mr. Holmes, right?" Her eyes fell on the suitcase, and she was about to speak.

"I'm Sylvester. I don't know Mr. Holmes..."

"Quickly, please come in," Mrs. Hudson opened the door completely, "Mr. Holmes greeted specially, saying that if he does not come back from Scotland Yard in time tonight, I must give you a good reception. Bought crepes from the cafe downstairs."

Cecily took off her hat, and Mrs. Hudson took the hat and helped Cecily put it on the coat rack, and took off her coat thoughtfully.

Cecily was a little nervous. Without the cover of the overcoat, she felt that her thin frame was more obvious.

Fortunately, Cecily has always been fully prepared. Although the effect is not too great, but what should be padded for the shoulders, what should be wrapped around the waist, and what should be placed on a certain part of the man, anyway, everything is done.Mrs. Hudson felt that Cecily had lost some weight, but not to the extent of doubting it.

"Excuse me, what should I call you..."

"You can be like Mr. Holmes, just call me Mrs. Hudson." Mrs. Hudson smiled, and she wanted to help Cecily with her luggage, but was politely rejected, "You are the first one to live here. My guest, it appears that you are on good terms with Mr. Holmes."

Cecily was a little flustered in her heart, but her face was still calm: "When we were in school, we had some intersections, and they just happened to have the same interests."

It can be said that he is fat and humble.

Mrs. Hudson smiled comprehensibly, and took Cecily upstairs: "Mr. Holmes has many visitors, but you are the only one who has received a special entrustment. You must have a close relationship with him."

She thought for a while and added: "I forgot to tell you, Mr. Holmes was invited by Detective Lestrade to work with him today, you can go up there and stay for a while, and I will clean up the room for you."

Cecily apologized: "My arrival has caused you trouble."

"No, it's just some minor cleaning work." Hudson opened the door of the living room, and the room appeared in front of his eyes. "Mr. Holmes often meets guests here...the locked door over there is Mr. Holmes' bedroom." , the two small rooms are not big, and you are a decent person, maybe a little smaller..."

"No, no, don't say that," Cecily quickly interrupted Mrs. Hudson, "I have caused you enough trouble by coming here...so is this my room?"

There is a small door from the living room. After Mrs. Hudson opened the door for Cecily, she said a few words to call her if she needs help, and she will bring the food later.

Cecily put the suitcase in the room, not even daring to sit down.

The room is really small, there is only a wardrobe, a single bed, and a small desk. There is just a little space beside the desk for her to put her suitcase.Perhaps this is the room Watson will live in in the future, and Cecily is a little nervous.She has been nervous since standing at the door, and her heartbeat has not calmed down until now. When the door was opened, Cecily had an image in front of her eyes——

The chair that Mr. Holmes often sits on must be the one next to the fireplace. Perhaps it is on that chair that Mr. Holmes assumes his usual thinking posture.When a client comes, Mr. Holmes will definitely receive him on the sofa next to the coffee table.She could even see Mr. Holmes answering letters at that desk. Mr. Holmes was always tall and straight, so he must not have the posture of bending over the desk like hers.

Some files were jumbled on the large bookshelf, and Cecily guessed that there must be the index that Mr. Holmes often called Dr. Watson to take.

If, if it is to visit the 221b Museum, Cecily will definitely want to sit on the chair that Mr. Holmes sat on, imitating the poses that idols like, and she will also want to stand by the fireplace, and she will want to draw the dark curtains, Discover the world that Mr. Holmes sees out of his window.

Now, she truly feels that she is a member of this world.

She sat on the bed, let out a long breath, and slowly lay back.

Mrs. Hudson invited Cecily to dinner.Cecily is usually a very patient person. The little old lady in front of her may seem nagging in the eyes of others, but she is very cute in the eyes of Cecily. Mrs. Desen grinned from ear to ear.

In exchange for this, Cecily knew that Mr. Holmes' meals were not on time, and she was used to throwing newspapers around. Hudson had to arrange the newspapers in chronological order when Mr. Holmes went to work, and also put Mr. Holmes The ones that have not been seen continue to be placed on the table.

Mr. Holmes's desk must never be touched, not to mention the drawers, no matter how messy the things on it, Mr. Holmes will not let Mrs. Hudson move. After Mrs. Hudson told him, he would rather do it himself.

Cecily glanced at the desk subconsciously, and it was barely neatly arranged, but it was obvious that Mr. Holmes probably just lazily stacked a pile of letters, books, etc., and many booklets were sandwiched between large papers, which looked a bit Children vary.

After Cecily finished eating, Mrs. Hudson stopped talking, not forgetting to emphasize that she knew that Cecily was a very important friend to Mr. Holmes, so she was so talkative, and happily put away the plate. Instruct Cecily to call her before going downstairs if there is anything to do.

This gave Cecily a warm feeling, and she opened the door for Mrs. Hudson, and closed it after Mrs. Hudson came downstairs.Alone in this living room, Cecily couldn't help but keep her eyes on Mr. Holmes' bedroom, but held back.

She didn't know what to do, she didn't dare to move the things on Mr. Holmes's bookshelf or on the desk. She wanted to sit in Mr. Holmes' "special seat" secretly, but after thinking about it, she still had no guts. Giving up, I just sat on the sofa in a daze.

She sat up straight at first.

It's just that after the exam, the whole person was tired, and after experiencing extreme excitement, the drowsiness came violently. The bright lights in the room did not stop Cecily from drowsiness. Cecily's eyes were fixed on the chair next to the fireplace. , gradually unable to open it.The light dazzled her a little, and she almost saw Mr. Holmes' figure, and slowly fell asleep like this.

It was already nine o'clock when Holmes returned to Baker Street. He was a bit confused with his busy day, and almost forgot that Sylvester was coming. He didn't remember it until he looked up and saw the indoor lights downstairs.

He couldn't tell what kind of feeling he was in. He took the key and opened the door, and saw Mrs. Hudson sitting downstairs knitting a scarf.

Mrs. Hudson looked in a good mood. She took off her reading glasses and glanced at Holmes: "I didn't hear you open the door just now... Oh, by the way, your friend Mr. Sylvester has arrived, and I have already arrived." Take him to settle in the room."

Holmes nodded his thanks, and went upstairs by himself.

The door was unlocked, and he opened the door just as he was about to speak, but saw Sylvester sitting on the sofa who was crooked and about to fall.Subconsciously, he laughed.

She slept in a daze, and some long hair was stuck to the sofa and turned up. It was completely different from her usual meticulous appearance outside. Her whole face looked dull, and even the collar was a little wrinkled.

He suppressed his smile, walked lightly to her side, and patted her on the shoulder lightly.

Cecily noticed that someone was patting her, and her head was a little drowsy, and the face of Holmes appeared in front of her eyes.

"Wake up, Sylvester."

There is also Mr. Holmes' voice, which seems to have been steamed, with a warm but slightly hoarse texture.

She felt like she was about to scream.

30.

Cecily almost opened her mouth to scream, but she was so nervous that she didn't scream.

Fortunately, she still has such a thing as reason, so she didn't cry out.

She wanted to speak but found that her throat was very dry, she cleared her throat a little bit before she said shyly: "I wanted to wait for you here, just in time to discuss tomorrow's itinerary with you... but I fell asleep unexpectedly."

Holmes turned against the light, but the side of his face was warmed by the hazy yellow light.

His image... is really consistent with the book.

Cecily is really dying.

At school, Holmes still had a more casual look and didn't wear his hair all up.But now Sherlock Holmes is already like this, and all the pomade is applied, almost looking like the illustrations in the book - only younger.

There was a smile in Mr. Holmes' eyes: "There is nothing wrong with that, it's just that you seemed a little too surprised when you were woken up."

Cecily wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to explain, she blushed a little and lowered her eyes.Mr. Holmes didn't stand by her side any longer, but walked to the desk, flipped through the things on it, took out a piece of paper, put it directly beside the lamp and lit it.

"The books on the bookshelf can be read, but it's best not to touch the things on the desk...Did Mrs. Hudson tell you?" Holmes let go of his hand when the paper was burning to the last bit, and looked at it Turned into ashes, "It's really boring for you to sit here, and you've worked hard after the exam... I can see from your dark circles that you haven't had enough sleep for at least a week."

Cecily rubbed her head in embarrassment, only to realize that her hair was a little messy, so she stretched out her hand to smooth it out calmly.

"The homework of medical students has always been like this, and I've been used to it for a long time." Cecily pursed her lips, restraining herself from casting her unrestrained eyes on her friends, "It's you, I remember that you have commissioned a lot of It's busy, I didn't expect you to go to a village so far away for this case."

Holmes walked to the edge of the single sofa, sat down, put his arms on the armrests, and crossed his fingers: "I just think it's worth exploring. I'm tired of the recent trivial cases."

This posture made Cecily's heart uncontrollable again, and she had to look away from the unlit fireplace: "Compared with the case, I believe this is a medical problem."

Such as genetic diseases.

It's a pity that there is no concept of genetics yet, and Morgan has not yet become famous. She is just a small person, and she doesn't intend to do anything to change history.

Holmes did not answer this topic directly: "Compared with this, I am more concerned about your future after graduation. You ignore this topic every time in your reply, which makes me more curious."

"How about reasoning?" Cecily didn't know how to answer, as Leslie hadn't made any arrangements yet.

Holmes was about to speak, but stopped again.

reasoning?A lot of his guesses about her current situation are based on the premise that she is a woman. It is difficult to say such things, since she wants to keep it hidden.

Cecily felt that there was nothing to hide. As for the reply to Holmes, she never wrote it, but after finishing the draft, she felt that the wording was inappropriate, so it was better not to say it.

"Leslie...my elder brother contacted a surgeon for me. After graduation, I will go to him to study and help him, but my elder brother thinks that I will also serve the family in the future, and I am too busy doing general surgery. Some, so not sure."

As soon as Holmes heard it, he knew in his heart that if he were a surgeon, he would indeed spend less time sitting in the outpatient clinic and communicating with patients. He usually wore a mask on weekdays, and it would save someone from discovering that Sylvester was actually a woman.

However, he really didn't think that Sylvester would actually go into surgery at first, which was especially uncomfortable for women.

...He should have thought earlier that she was not an ordinary woman.

He hooked the corners of his lips: "I'm starting to look forward to Dr. Sylvester holding a scalpel."

Cecily actually thought for a second that Mr. Holmes liked the temptation of such a uniform, and then severely condemned herself in her heart.

You think so of Mr. Holmes!unacceptable!

"And you, it's not easy to get important and interesting cases, isn't it?" After Cicely reprimanded herself, she relaxed a lot, and she could joke with Mr. Holmes, "I've heard you complain about those boring cases a lot. case."

"It's just foreshadowing." Holmes rarely showed a distressed look. "Helping the noble lady find her lost pet is really not technical at all, but it can be a bit famous among the nobles... just to receive more commissions." .”

Cecily was probably too relaxed, so she said something she hadn't mentioned in the letter: "If it's just like this, will someone put your ability only on finding cats and dogs...?"

After I said it, I complained that I was too relaxed. Would my words be too mean and I was a little nervous and wanted to make amends.

"This is indeed a problem. I have considered it a long time ago." Holmes did not notice the tension in Cecily's heart. "So there has been a turning point recently."

Cecily subconsciously sat up straight, wanting to listen to the story.

Seeing Cecily's appearance, Holmes couldn't help laughing softly.

"Can there be any stories, but it's just that I have accumulated a few clients recently, and some people are beginning to know that there may be no charge for my commissions here."

Cecily was stunned: "No charge?"

Then she quickly realized: "That's right, you are only interested in this business, if the other party really can't afford the fee, you won't charge for the commission you are interested in."

"Yeah," said Holmes with a smile on his face, "it's on the right track. I'm negotiating with Scotland Yard now. If I succeed, maybe I can be a consultant in Scotland Yard... Although I'm tired of it. Co-operate with the idiots, but there's no denying that Scotland Yard has an interesting dossier, and Scotland Yard isn't all rubbish."

"Speaking of it, I have to thank you...but you inspired me to make more friends with those children." He walked to the window and opened the curtains. It was already dark, but the scene on the road could be seen through the light, "Baker There's more kids on the street, and I'm going to need a few more people who can do better than the loafing hooligans at Scotland Yard."

Cecily was dazed when she heard Holmes' rare harsh tone.

Sherlock Holmes always looked polite in front of her, maybe he was always a gentleman student in school, but later when he wrote letters, he couldn't hug her anymore, and sometimes he would mock a few silly words The client sometimes complains about the agents of Scotland Yard, but it is rare for him to speak so relaxedly face to face...

She felt that her heart was full of blissful joy.

And he is thanking her.

The two of them had obviously exchanged their recent situation in the letters, and after meeting, there were still many topics for some reason. After drinking two glasses of water, they realized that it was almost eleven o'clock. The two of them had to get on the bus at 25:[-] tomorrow morning. It was time to get up at six o'clock for breakfast, so they said good night to each other and went back to their rooms.

Before entering the door, Cecily took a peek outside, but unfortunately she didn't see what Mr. Holmes' bedroom looked like.

This didn't stop her heart from soaring to the sky, unable to get down in the clouds.

Write a diary Write a diary!Write down what idol said today!

Thinking so, Cecily still didn't do it... In fact, she had a very strong heart and thought that there was no need to write down all the hot exchanges with idols anyway, and that would be too weird.

The main reason is that if she is found out, her unrestrained friendship is actually an idiot...

It would be better to die than to be more comfortable.

Cecily didn't dare to change into her pajamas, for fear that she would be in a hurry when the door knocked and woke her up the next day, so she fell asleep like this.

Ah, chest tightness.Beep beep.

Because she didn't change her pajamas, Cecily didn't sleep well, and she woke up very early in the morning. She brushed her fake hair in front of the mirror in the room, and lamented that the weather in London is always cool, otherwise she would have smothered herself to death up.

The clothes were a little wrinkled in sleep, Cecily frowned, and changed into the shirt on her body, the trousers didn't really matter, so forget it.

When she opened the door, she saw Holmes lazily sitting on the sofa, his hair still untouched and messy, reminding Cecily of his appearance at school.

Little has changed.

The moment Cecily opened the door, Holmes noticed it and raised his eyes to divert his attention from the newspaper: "Good morning, Sylvester."

Cecily was a little excited: "Good morning, Holmes."

Holmes didn't wait for Cecily to say anything, and pointed to the bathroom directly: "Washing is over there."

Then the collapsed newspaper pages were pulled up, and there was a sound of paper rattling.

Really, it's so lifelike.

She took the washing tools and floated towards the bathroom.

Holmes turned a page of the newspaper, put it down again, and shouted downstairs, "Mrs. Hudson, it's time for breakfast!"

When Sylvester went out, Holmes subconsciously used his usual deductive method.Her trousers were wrinkled, apparently she hadn't changed into her pajamas last night, but her clothes were neat, which meant she had changed into a shirt.He knew in his heart that Sylvester was afraid of being exposed, so he simply fell asleep.This kind of thing does not need to be broken.

He can actually dismantle it, but there is no need for that.

Holmes picked up the papers again, and continued to look for any interesting news, so that he could while away the time before breakfast.

The author has something to say: emmmmm seems to have received another long comment emmmmm I can't stand it for three days, then, let's add an update next weekend... emmmmm

Finally got Cecily to stay overnight on Baker Street, going on honeymoon soon 233333