Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

Mrs. Lane went to visit her relatives for dinner that night. During dinner, Mr. Lane talked a lot. Holmes was very tired of his way of speaking, and couldn't hold back the ridicule for a second.

Straightforward as hell, really, straight as hell.

Holmes couldn't ask any questions, and this Mr. Lane kept chattering about the outside world. He was a stubborn person at all. No matter what the other party asked, he only cared about what he wanted to ask.

When Cecily noticed that Holmes was in the wrong mood, she immediately picked up the topic and got angry at Mr. Lane with a cold face.Mr. Lane restrained himself.

After a simple dinner, Tom took the two of them to the only bar in the area called Take a Break.The wooden sign has been hanging at the door for a long time, it is a little dirty, and the two letters behind rest are going to be blurred.Anyway, only the locals sit here to relax their nerves, and it doesn't matter if they can't see clearly.

The light in the bar was dim and dim, and when Holmes first entered, no one noticed that there was a new face.But soon, someone saw Tom.

"Tom is bringing guests again!"

Someone from somewhere yelled, and the whole bar suddenly burst into laughter. Cecily had never been in a bar before, and she felt a little uncomfortable, so she stood closer to Holmes.

Holmes put on a friendly smile. If Cecily saw such a smile, she would definitely have to wrestle - isn't this too silly and sweet?Not Sherlock Holmes at all!

Sit at the bar, the price on the bar is very cheap, but the boss wants to charge three times the price.

Cecily was a little unhappy, she frowned and was about to speak, and then——

Holmes pressed her hand? ?

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Cecily, who hadn't felt fluctuating in her heart for a long time, was so turbulent and surging that it was close to a level four tsunami.

"Has the price increased?" Holmes' voice was a little weak, with the ignorance of an inexperienced son, "I see that sign..."

"That was the price a few years ago! The price has been raised a long time ago!" The boss's face was very clear under the light, with ridicule and calculation written in his eyes, "You are a foreigner, of course you don't know!"

Cecily didn't like the smell of alcohol. She turned her eyes away a little and looked at the wine cabinet behind the boss. It was colorful and there were few bottles of wine she knew. She began to think about whether she had such a thing as a drinking capacity.

But all the thoughts couldn't suppress the temperature in his hands.

She felt that if Holmes did not let go of his hand, she might be crossing the line.

However, when Holmes really let go of his hand, Cecily almost wanted to chase after him.The entire back of her hand was hot, and she almost felt that Holmes must be able to feel her uncontrolled pulse.

He looked drunk even though he hadn't had a drink yet.

The proprietor had already said something about the price, and after Holmes paid the money, there was naturally wine.Cecily picked up the glass with the hand that Holmes had pressed, and took a sip.

——Hey, it’s okay, it’s not that spicy.

She stuck out her tongue a little, not noticing that Holmes had already watched her situation.

After getting the wine, the two sat on the other side, not occupying the seat next to the boss.

Cecily had only one glass of wine in her hand.She didn't quite know what Holmes wanted to do, but she just quietly held the wine glass aside and listened carefully to what Holmes was saying.

She carefully looked at Holmes' expression secretly, thinking that no one would notice.She had seldom seen Holmes so beaming, as if he had something written in his face.She knew it was Holmes, and it was not Holmes.

Holmes got acquainted with a young man next to him—the young man looked very strong, not the one with well-defined muscles, but the one covered with fat, and he looked extremely powerful.

Holmes pretended to accidentally mention the topic of fighting, and the young man was immediately interested. Cecily almost wanted to ask Holmes about his magical deduction, but she knew that was not the time.

After drinking a glass of wine, the two of them are already calling each other brothers and sisters.

No wonder Dr. Watson commented that if Holmes wanted to please anyone, his idea would never fail.

Although Mr. Lane's slap in the face was a little painful this morning.

In contrast to Cecily, Holmes appears more frank, straightforward, and loyal to his friends.The young man said that Cecily looked weak and defiant, and Holmes defended her a little.

Cecily just echoed every word, and the young man pretended not to hear her and never responded.

But Cecily didn't hate this feeling, because she knew Holmes was watching her.

Finally, the atmosphere of the bar was not spoiled by the two outsiders, and became more harmonious. In their eyes, Holmes was probably the cutest gentleman.

"To tell you the truth, I really don't know why you don't like foreigners so much," Holmes talked aloud, already a little drunk, "I don't think there is anything wrong with me, hiccup, even if my friend A little less talkative, a little less expressive, and he's definitely a nice guy—he's a doctor, anyway."

Cecily didn't drink a few sips of wine, but her face was already flushed.

The young man poured himself a glass—this lovely gentleman had promised to treat him, and he would drink more.

Of course, for the sake of this lovely gentleman's treat, he said a little more.

He lowered his voice, and approached Holmes' ear mysteriously: "Come here, I'll tell you."

Cecily actually wanted to hear it too, but she maintained her image of an upright gentleman and just glanced at Holmes indifferently.

Holmes smiled and waved at her, and leaned over to listen.

The two of them were whispering something, but Cecily didn't know anything, just looking at Holmes' expression, Cecily felt—steady.

At this time, a sudden exclamation came from the bar: "Someone has fainted!"

Cecily's first reaction was to look over, and before she had time to say anything, someone shouted that it was a curse, a curse!

——Forgive Cecily for not realizing that she is a doctor. In her eyes, she has not yet graduated, and she is not the kind of doctor who can deal with emergencies. It was not until Holmes pushed her arm that she realized it and ran over in a hurry.

Her voice was very low, but it was inexplicably convincing: "I am a doctor, let me give way!"

The crowd parted slightly, and Cecily frowned and raised her voice: "Make room, ventilate the patient!"

She didn't care whether the crowd dispersed, the man was on the ground holding his throat, and even though the light was dim, Cecily could easily see that the man's face was blue.

Someone seemed to say that he was stuck eating.

"Holmes!"

Holmes rushed over, not caring that he was still drunk, and saw Cecily struggling to lift the lying man up.She had had a sip or two of wine and her face was a little flushed, but now she didn't look drunk at all, and her brows were tightly frowned.

Holmes took the hand and made the patient lean forward. Cecily immediately slapped the man's back hard with her palm, but it didn't work. She then stood in Holmes' position to surround the man, put her fist against the man's abdomen, and hugged the man. The man helps him breathe hard with his fists.

The person who was lying down coughed violently and spit out something black. Only then did Cecily heave a sigh of relief, feeling that her legs could not stand still. Holmes gave her a little arm behind her waist, and quickly Withdrawing his hand, he half-supported her slightly sore right arm.

Cecily finally managed to catch her breath.

"It's okay, I choked on eating." Cecily wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand, "Eat slowly from now on."

The bar owner rushed over and saw that it was Cecily who had helped his old customer. He was grateful, and then blamed the middle-aged man who accidentally choked him to death—the middle-aged man finally recovered, with a serious expression on his face. The upper bruise slowly receded, and she wanted to ask Cecily's name to thank her.

Holmes didn't know if it was unintentional, so he stood in front of Cecily and replied for Cecily: "My friend is a doctor, this is what he should do."

Cecily stood behind and rubbed her arm. That middle-aged man must weigh more than 160 catties, right?Her whole body was sore.

Cecily returned to the original seat with Holmes. This time, the young man showed a lot of respect to Cecily, but Cecily didn't want to answer his flattering words. She just nodded and watched Holmes lightly talk about the topic. Coincidentally, it was taken to another place.

The atmosphere became more active, and everyone didn't care about the two outsiders. Many people even toasted Cecily. At first, Cecily was embarrassed to refuse, and then it was even more difficult to refuse - if there is one, there will be two, and if there is two, there will be three.In the end, she didn't even bother to listen to what Holmes had to say. She was sitting upright, but her consciousness was not clear enough.

She should have walked back by herself, she remembered.

She still remembers pointing to the moon in the sky and saying that today's moon is big and round.

But I wonder if Mr. Holmes understood.

When Cecily woke up the next morning, her head was about to explode. She vaguely remembered some episodes, but she couldn't tell exactly what happened. She was lying under the quilt without taking off her coat. It might be Mr. Holmes Help her cover the quilt.

She sat up in a daze, remembering telling Holmes that the moon was big and round last night.

She still had the pain of a hangover in her head, and she no longer had the heart to blame herself for being drunk in such a public place. If something happened, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Cecily rubbed her head and looked at Mr. Holmes' bed.

For the first time she woke up earlier than Mr. Holmes.

Holmes was sleeping with his back to her, and he hadn't had a haircut for a while (Cicely felt that his hair seemed to be longer than before), and the broken hair at the back of his head was soft and messy. When it came to the truth... maybe it was the blank expression that hardly ever appeared on his face.

But she dared not look around to see his face.

Holmes probably did not understand the meaning of that sentence.Um.

thought Cecily.

By the way, was there a moon last night?

Does it mean that I have evil intentions when I say such things...?No, I have to reflect.

Hey, I didn't say that the moonlight is beautiful tonight. Even if the moon is big and round, it is not necessarily beautiful. It must be an objective statement.

She convinced herself that the hangover had taken over again, and she lay down on the bed, shrinking herself back into the bed again.

Sleep, sleep, hum.

The author has something to say: Cecily feels that she is plotting something wrong.

Did I not say that this room has two beds?Why does everyone feel like they're sharing the same bed?

I ended up changing the cover, because the original cover didn’t work for some reason... so I changed the link... I think you won’t be able to find me.