Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

"I really don't know what kind of curse it is that makes them unwilling to walk outside during the day?"

It's one thing to say that it's leaking, but when outsiders ask questions, it still touches Old Tom's vigilance. He won't talk about these things outside, but he just replies: "At this time, men should be working. They are all in the fields, and the women should be shopping in the vegetable market, so there are not too many people on the road."

Holmes realized that the other party was somewhat wary, so he didn't continue to ask, but hesitated, and put on an expression that I understand you.

"Then Mr. Lane's grocery store should often go to the town to buy goods?" Holmes naturally brought up this topic, "Mr. Lane must be very capable."

Old Tom smiled: "Although brother is usually a bit indifferent, he knows what to do. It's just that my sister-in-law is not very happy for her child to have contact with outsiders. My brother is usually indifferent in front of you because he can't hold her back. Please do Don't be offended."

Holmes nodded and looked at Cecily, "Did you hear that, he's trying to make you feel better."

Cecily: ...

Old Tom didn't react either, he paused for half a second before laughing out loud: "Doctor Sylvester just looks a bit indifferent, I believe a gentleman's friend is also a gentleman, Mr Sylvester must also be a foreigner People who are cold and hot inside."

Cecily: Is Holmes trying to make me express my friendship boldly? ? ?

Of course, she just glanced at Holmes in astonishment, and continued without saying a word.

After a few jokes, the two finally arrived at the lake.

When Cecily raised her eyes and saw the lake, she couldn't help but marvel.

The weather on this day is very good, the sun is light beige, and the cool wind sticks to the face, soft but not greasy, bringing a gentle scene everywhere.Her footsteps couldn't help but stop. When the wind was blowing, she was afraid that her footprints would smash the green carpet. When the wind stopped, she was afraid that her footsteps would disturb the calm lake.

"It's really beautiful." She said softly, almost tenderly.

Old Tom is also very proud: "There is no trouble that this lake can't drive away."

Cecily blinked her eyes cautiously, confirming that such a beautiful scenery is definitely not a fairyland, the expression on her face can't be controlled, people are always amazed by nature.

So did Holmes.

When Old Tom smiled completely, the creases on his face appeared, but he didn't care about it: "I have to go back and help Mrs. Lane clean up. I think you will also like to take a look around here. There are A small stone tablet..."

Old Tom pointed to a stone not far away.

"You can walk around during the day, and try to get back to this stele before the sun goes down. I will come here and take you to the bar for a drink." Old Tom pointed to the road to the west again, "Go this way and you You can see the log cabin, which is what I call the person who lives here in seclusion. He will be happy to greet you. If you catch up with lunch, you can enjoy it with him. As for the woods on both sides, if you go in, you must be careful. Mark, even if I can’t get out, it’s convenient for me to find you. Maybe you can draw a triangle or arrow on the tree.”

After both of them readily agreed, Old Tom left the food basket to the two of them, looked at the lake with some reluctance, and then turned and left.

"Unreasonable."

After Old Tom's back was too far away to be seen, Holmes suddenly let out a heavy snort.

Cecily was stunned for half a second, then looked at her frowning friend: "Holmes?"

"I said that the people in this village are unreasonable," he said in a straight voice, showing his somewhat mean side at this time, "I admit that they have no way to stand on a higher ground to see the problem, because they Not having that resource—maybe that's the ignorance they'll never get rid of."

He speeded up his speech: "Mr. Lane is considered a man with a little vision, but he is restricted by his wife, and he only knows how to say a few words when he goes to the town. Look at him, the contemptuous expressions he gives to his fellow villagers on the road—ha, it’s just a half-baked smile."

"A whole village...just nestled in the corner willingly, the children of the farmers continued to be farmers, and the children of the cattle raisers could only raise cattle in the future. They destroyed themselves and their children. They thought it was Protected them—unreasonable."

Cecily was silent, and thought for a while: "Generally speaking, it has nothing to do with us. The scenery in front of you is so beautiful, it can calm your mood to some extent—you must know that groups are always low-minded."

Holmes burst out laughing and then quickly said, "You and Mycroft—if you remember, you will know that he is my brother."

After seeing Cecily nodding, Holmes continued.

"He is a loyal supporter of this concept." He hooked the corners of his lips, even as a smile, "He said that politics is the easiest thing, and he doesn't even need to be a leader - just find them in a group of people The most prestigious person in the world, he has the ability to manipulate a country, and now he is probably half successful."

Cecily was shocked by such a statement, her eyes widened a little.

Probably because of her expression pleasing Holmes, Holmes raised his eyebrows cryptically.

"I'm really curious. Although this sounds very reasonable at first glance, it's not so easy to operate..." Cecily was a little puzzled, "But your brother must be a person with his own unique wisdom like you. I'm really curious how he did it."

As far as Holmes could see, there was an open area, whether it was a meadow or a lake, he could be in a good mood, not to mention that he had sincere praise from his best friends.

"Actually, if you have carefully studied religion and parliament, I think you can easily understand what Mycroft said." Holmes raised his cane, "Crowds have no wisdom, and logical reasoning is not as cult-like." Manifestos are useful, especially if they are made by people of great prestige. Repetition and the psychological implication given to a crowd by a convincing assertion can overwhelm all evidence. People in crowds don't think, they always choose Go with the flow..."

The two talked about group psychology all the way until they saw a small wooden house, which must be the place where the gentleman who lived in seclusion lived here. The two talked with a smile and reached the door. Before knocking on the door, the door opened opened.

"It's really rare. I thought there would be no guests recently." A man poked his head out from inside. His beard looked like he hadn't shaved for a long time, and almost half of his face was covered with beards. "Are you recent tourists?" ?”

He opened the door and let the two of them enter the house: "Please come in quickly, I can treat you to tea, or we can have lunch outside the house together, you know, here, the outside of the house is much more comfortable than the inside."

Holmes and Cecily looked at each other in blank dismay. Before Cecily could speak, Holmes took the lead in saying, "Then thank you for your kindness!"

The room is very simple, not only the tables and chairs, even the cups on the table can be seen the traces of handwork.

The gentleman saw Cecily walking around with a cup in his hand, and smiled knowingly: "You don't have to doubt, I made all the things in this room by myself, I just learned from the predecessors and tried to live in seclusion. Feeling, it's a pity that this village is more closed than I imagined, and I haven't seen any guests for a long time—my name is Browns, may I ask you...?"

"You may call me Holmes. This is my friend, Mr. Sylvester."

Browns smiled and refilled the water for the two of them.

"I don't have tea here. The water is boiled water from the lake, which is sweeter than the water outside... You can take it as my illusion. Anyway, I'm tired of the water quality in London. I think my hairline It must have something to do with the water in London that the line has been going backwards for years, since I have been here, and even my hair has been a lot more obedient."

Cecily was a little amused by what this person said, so she quickly picked up her cup to hide her smile.

A few people sat indoors for a while, then ran outside to bask in the sun with their things.

Cecily thought that this wasn't in the village, and she didn't want to pretend to be an indifferent person. In addition to the effect of nature on people's temperament, she also let go a lot.Browns is from London. He escaped because he was tired of life at home. In his words, he also wanted to try to live alone. He was unwilling to marry a lady he had never met, so he simply told his family that he was A person goes out to live, and regularly sends letters to indicate that he is still alive.Fortunately, Browns was not the heir to the family property, so since he was alive, he didn't care much about him.At first, he felt that this kind of life was a bit bitter, but after the beginning, he found it interesting, so he stayed on.

This kind of life reminded Cecily of "Walden Pond", but she couldn't remember who the author of Walden Pond was. reasons for doing something similar.

Because of this, Cecily was very interested in this, and unconsciously talked a little more, almost finishing what she had been holding back recently.

At first, Holmes just listened along, and he liked Mr. Browns more than the whole village, but later he found that his friend seemed to talk a lot... a lot, and he even felt that , in front of Browns, Sylvester was not as tense and restrained as he was in front of himself.

He couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was for a while, but he had already taken action before he figured it out.

Holmes took the right to talk, and began to shift the topic from how a person lives in seclusion, how to build a house and get furniture to the village.

"Actually, I have lived in this village for seven years. I came here after I graduated from university, and I have never been back to London," Mr. Browns said knowingly. "When I first moved here, the people here I was very vigilant. At that time, I almost ran back, but after thinking about it, it was too timid. At least I stayed for ten days and a half months before leaving... I went to the jungle to chop firewood and build a house or something. Only old Tom, the one who came with you, is willing to send me a letter, so that my family will know that I am not dead outside."

"After living here for a long time, there will be guests occasionally, and they will sit here when they pass by. After confirming that I really just live here alone and have no other plans, they start to be friendly to me. I still have to I went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, so I can feel that...the prices are a little lower." Browns touched the hair on the back of his neck, his hair was cut by himself, so it was very untidy, and it scratched the back of the neck itch.

Cecily noticed this movement and couldn't help but bend the corners of her mouth.

"Actually, I'm not very clear. Although they accepted me, it doesn't mean they all tell me. It's just that Old Tom told me, and then a few occasional guests mentioned it." Browns frowned, "Say yes Tell me not to go to a local rich man named Hunter...don't go to Hunter's Manor. Then they roughly mentioned that Hunter is not from the village, and after he came, he took over the property of a local rich man. They drove the family away and settled down by themselves. They didn't say what happened, but they said that they were very afraid of such outsiders and began to close the village slowly, and then there was a curse. People, especially the descendants of those who knew but did not lend a helping hand to the original owner, all went blind, saying it was the fault of the heavens."

If there are people in the village who don't believe in curses, Browns will definitely be the first one. He thought it was ridiculous when he heard it. After all, he is also an educated person. Situations are always in doubt.

"I thought their blindness was just a coincidence. For example, a few people suffered trauma or something, and then maybe they forgot or some other reason. They were all blind, and then someone spread a rumor," Browns said. She winked and looked at Holmes, "As you said, when a group of people are together, they will no longer have logic and will only listen to rumors—I'm sorry, I heard your conversation."

Holmes shook his head and said he didn't mind: "You are right, but then you changed your mind?"

"Actually, I still doubt the possibility of the curse, but the fact is that the number of blind people seems to have increased. I even wondered if it was an infectious disease, but...it doesn't feel like it. Some of them are crazy, and then He also died soon, feeling like he was driven crazy by the so-called curse," Bron stomped his chin, "I was worried about myself, what if it was an infectious disease..."

When he smiled, his starry eyes were bright, and his messy eyebrows did not suppress his spirit.

"Doctor, what do you think?"

Cecily was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect to mention herself. Holmes just happened to look at her. Cecily subconsciously straightened her back and cleared her throat before she spoke: "In the early days, there was a theory of spontaneous generation of infectious diseases, but now The academic community has recognized Mr. Pasteur's theory, we believe that infectious diseases are caused by pathogens, and now Guo Huo's law has given us a means of testing..."

After she talked about her major, she began to lose control.

Holmes seldom watched Cecily talk like this, and he didn't interrupt for a moment. He heard her talk about how to verify whether it was an infectious disease or nutrient deficiency, why she never suspected it was an infectious disease, and so on.

She is in her own field and has her unique light.

Browns nodded again and again, and became interested.

"Honestly, what a pity I didn't drink—I've never had such a regret when I'm talking to other people!" Browns raised his glass, "Mr. Sylvester, you are a young man, I have no doubt In the future, medical talents in London must have a place for you—”

"Looks like I'll have to toast my friend too," said Holmes, raising his glass too.

Only then did Cecily realize that she seemed to have said too much, and wanted to explain, but she rarely encountered such occasions and didn't know where to start, so she simply raised her wooden cup and touched them.

The three of them were all happy, and when they drank the water, it was like wine, and the joy made people intoxicated.

After eating Chinese food, Browns offered to take Cecily and Holmes for a walk around, and the two readily agreed. It was not until the sun was sinking that Browns sent them to the place they had made an appointment with old Tom.

"I don't think I can stay in this village for too long. When I return to London, I will definitely go to you," Browns said enthusiastically. "I haven't had such a good conversation with someone for a long time."

Cecily just laughed, and Holmes offered to shake Browns' hand.

Browns was originally considered a young man, but years of living alone had roughened his hands and made the man's heart stronger.

When Cecily reached out to shake Browns, she could feel how strong his hand was.

"Then, goodbye!" Browns looked at the sky and went back to his hut alone.

Cecily watched people go away, and then turned her eyes to the setting sun.

The afterglow of the setting sun was also a bit dazzling, and Cecily couldn't help but squinted her eyes, and she spoke only after she got used to it: "This scenery is beautiful, isn't it?"

Holmes followed her gaze and said, "Every day that a person lives is not a gift of nature."

His voice was well suited to the evening breeze.

Cecily turned her head and smiled at him.

Perhaps Holmes didn't see the smile and just watched the sunset, or perhaps he did.

He said: "If there is a chance, we can go to some other places in the future."

The author has something to say: Sorry for being late...

The physical test is about to be abolished...

I couldn’t get a score for sit-ups (17 points). I was really, a little desperate. I cried when I got up during the supplementary test. It’s so embarrassing... The teacher was blinded... Asked me not to cry... Fortunately, don’t The project is okay...

This chapter is a double update... I can't do it... so tired...