Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

Holmes didn't want to disturb Sylvester at first. After he found out that Sylvester was a woman, although he explained that his relationship with him on the surface remained unchanged, he would still pay attention to things that should be paid attention to in private. It's out of control.

It's the middle of the night, so it's really inappropriate.

Cecily felt a little trembling. If Mr. Holmes found out that she was a woman, what would Mr. Holmes think?This question, which she had never thought of before, came to mind, and she was a little afraid.If he finds out that she is a woman and chooses to be tolerant, Mr. Holmes will definitely not call her in the middle of the night.If he didn't find out, now that she opened the door, wouldn't she be a liar in his eyes?

She definitely doesn't want that.

"It's okay, just to remind you that you don't need to get up early tomorrow morning. We have no other arrangements. The person arranged by the boss will arrive at about eleven o'clock, so that you can have a Chinese meal when you arrive in Green Village," he looked very warm at this time, no Knowing what the girl in the room was thinking, she didn't insist on knocking on the door, but she didn't stay any longer when the words reached her, "I'm going back to the room."

Cecily was in a daze, but fortunately she was a woman who had gone through a lot of ups and downs, so she didn't show off to Mr. Holmes on the spur of the moment.

"Alright, then I'm going to bed first."

She did not know that Mr. Holmes outside was smiling slightly, or that his expression was tender as he greeted her with half-lidded eyes.

"Good night, Sylvester."

Cecily grabbed the quilt tightly: "Good night, Mr. Holmes."

She actually called out the title of Mr. Cecily was a little dazed after she said it, but fortunately Holmes did not pursue her sudden change of words, but left directly.

Cecily was comforted by that good night... In fact, he often said good morning and good night to her these days, but not as good as now.Maybe it was the night that made her unable to bear the ambiguous associations, but she also knew that she was thinking too much.She felt that what Leslie said was right, she couldn't procrastinate, maybe she had to confess after the case was over this time, anyway, she had even lived on Baker Street, so she had earned enough...

It's just that she couldn't deny that it was a kind of deception, and she didn't know what Holmes would think of her.

Did he pretend to be a man and approach him after a failed marriage proposal?

Cecily knew in her heart that it was not.

But Holmes' mind is much simpler.

As soon as Sylvester answered, Holmes could hear Sylvester's nervousness, somewhat cautiously, reminding him of the squirrel that always appeared on the windowsill at home when he was a child.That squirrel seems to be fatter than other squirrels, cute and tight, sometimes it will lazily lean on the window sill of his study with a pine cone in its arms, or seem to be looking at him, but when he gets close, the squirrel will go to bed again. Jumped and slipped away.Later, he had to patiently coax the squirrel with the food, and the squirrel obediently got used to his touch.

Was she nervous, was she afraid that he would discover her identity?

Holmes wanted to laugh, but it was rare that she was used to addressing him by his surname, but at this moment she popped out the honorific title of Mr. Holmes could understand her feelings a little bit.He thought that if she appeared in front of him as a woman, she would probably call Mr. Holmes.Such speculation made him feel a little inexplicable sense of pleasure, but this...is not humane.

Perhaps it was because of the good night that they didn't understand each other's thoughts, both of them had a good night's sleep.

Cecily had developed the habit of going to bed early and getting up early at school. In contrast, Holmes's schedule was not so regular.

The morning air in the township is always so charming. When Cecily felt the first ray of sunlight on the tip of her nose, she woke up naturally from her sleep, but got up after being lazy in the bed for a while, and then she got out of bed as usual. armed process.

After she had breakfast, Holmes hadn't gotten up yet. She thought to wait until Holmes got up before laughing at him, but after waiting for a long time, she simply left the hotel and went to a small hill not far from the hotel to enjoy the sun. sun.

Holmes didn't see anyone while eating breakfast, so he asked the boss where he was going, and followed him out unhurriedly after eating.

A large piece of green land, and a large piece of blue sky, today is a good weather.

Before he came near, his friend had seen him.

"Holmes!"

He could hear that Sylvester's voice was very light, and when she raised her voice to shout, she could always reveal a little bit of a girl's scent, but people who hadn't suspected it would naturally not hear it, and he knew it, so naturally understood.

Holmes did not realize that he had not suppressed a smile.

His friend took off his hat and waved at him. Holmes, who walked briskly, came to her side in two or three steps.

"Woke up early?" He just asked casually.

"That's right, I'm waiting to make fun of Mr. Holmes who is lying in bed." She didn't put back her hat, and lay down on the ground, "It's a pity that you overslept, Holmes, so I came here to bask in the sun, and I'm too lazy to wait to make fun of you." .”

Holmes also found it amused to see her lying down carelessly. No wonder no one suspected that she was a woman.She was always like this, except sometimes in front of him, she was always relaxed and calm, with some determination and caution of a medical student.

"Unfortunately, I've already heard your joke." He had just eaten, and he didn't intend to lie down. He just looked at her slightly closed eyes, and the sunlight passed through the gap between her eyelashes, making her eyes sparkle even when she was closed. "You're lazy and insincere."

Cecily smiled.

"Speaking of which, you are basking in the sun with your back facing the sun." He raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

Because she can see when he comes.

"For a more even tan?"

The two laughed muffledly at the same time.

Cecily sat up straight, her sudden movement brought her closer to Holmes: "I thought about something last night."

"Do you want to tell me?" Holmes was taken aback, and quickly guessed what she might want to say.

But he didn't want to hear it.

"Do you want to know?" Cecily asked back.

Holmes' brain has always been quick to think, but thinking is not as fast as intuition.

"Do not want to."

After saying it again, he felt a little rude. He looked at her face, and it seemed a little too close.

"I don't want to for the time being...Since you ask like this, it's better for me not to know."

Cecily lay back again, this time covering her face with her hat—she still remembered that she was a girl and didn't want to get tanned.

"It's about time, isn't it time, Holmes, should you pack your luggage?" She spoke lazily.

"It's already packed, I'll come over to bask in the sun."

Cecily did not reply.

Holmes turned, and the sun shone on his face.

His hypocritical attitude is naturally completely different from that of the person who basks in the sun and blocks the sun.

He chewed the word hypocrisy in his heart, and even laughed out loud.

Cecily didn't know why, and the corners of her mouth under the hat turned up.

It was said that it was eleven o'clock, and the respondent arrived around ten forty o'clock. The clerk in the store called the two back, and they carried their luggage and left together.That guy also knew how to drive a carriage, which was convenient for Cecily and Holmes.

It’s probably not the first time for the guy to do such a thing. I still remember talking to Cecily and Holmes in the carriage. People in the country call him Old Tom. He’s really not young. Old Tom has been in this village since he was born. , the furthest and farthest is only to this town, he has some relationship with the innkeeper, and later he makes a living by leading people to visit Green Village. He also said that he would lead them to see the ghosts in Green Village. There is a person by the lake who has only come to live in seclusion in recent years. He usually does not come out to communicate with others.Going deeper into Green Village, there are still mountains. Many people also come for the strange vegetation on the mountains, and the aborigines like them don't know what the outsiders like, but the beautiful scenery is always worthy of their pride.

Holmes listened patiently, raising his voice to answer some words from time to time to continue the chat. Old Tom smiled and said that Mr. Holmes was indeed a gentleman, and Cecily noticed it—that is, she was a little too indifferent.For this reason, Cecily also received a teasing look from Mr. Holmes.

After walking through a deserted path, the bumps on the road made Cecily feel a little uncomfortable, but fortunately, she had already exhausted her breakfast, so she didn't feel sick when she was empty.Holmes was still talking as if he didn't mind much, but Cecily closed her eyes in a daze.

The distance was not too far, and when the carriage stopped, Cecily opened her eyes. She couldn't wait to get out of the car and tipped. Carried the suitcase.

Cecily smiled and didn't reply. Just as she turned her head, Mr. Holmes got out of the car and received a teasing look from Cecily.

It seems that such a gentleman's compliment is worthless.

The architectural style of Green Village is different from that of the town. From Cecily's simple point of view, the town is a small bungalow in a second-tier city, while the village is a rustic rural house?There are many red brick houses in Green Village, and some of them are painted separately, which looks a bit abrupt in the red brick houses.Cecily still likes the creeper on the wall.

The houses in the village are not densely packed, and the building of the houses is not neat, reflecting a kind of original beauty. Cecily raised the brim of her hat, feeling that the village is too quiet.

"Time to go, Sylvester," Holmes called to her.

She withdrew her gaze, quickened her pace slightly, and followed behind Holmes.

The author has something to say: Hey... I'm not in a hurry to start a new plot, so let's continue sweetening it for a while.