Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

"If I explain this to the people of Scotland Yard, perhaps they can barely rule out the possibility of spontaneous human combustion," Holmes chewed on this newly-acquired vocabulary. A place that suddenly releases a lot of heat, can this so-called candle wick effect be achieved?"

"The ignition point of human body fat is around 250°C. If you use the candlewick effect, clothes are the wick, and people are like candles. It is not impossible to reach the ignition point in an instant. Maybe it is the fabric of the victim's clothes, or there is some oil in it. Alcohol--"

He remained silent for a long time, trying to estimate the possibility of this situation in his mind. Holmes pointed his finger at his chin: "If the candle wick effect you mentioned is true...I need to conduct an experiment."

Then he raised his head and looked at Cecily steadily.

Cecily: ? ? ?

"Maybe a few mice are needed... maybe lard is more suitable, maybe we can do this experiment together, medical students."

Cecily: ...

However, before she had time to think, she had already nodded in agreement.

Even asked when the experiment was done.

"Of course, the sooner the better, I remember that there is no class in your class schedule tomorrow afternoon..."

"You have class tomorrow afternoon..."

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

Holmes froze for a moment, took off his black leather gloves, and put them in his pockets, with interest in his eyes.

"I thought I hadn't given you my schedule yet."

Cecily held back her words.

"Looks like you've remembered."

He still took out the card from his pocket.

"Since you wrote a copy, don't waste it, keep it."

Cecily pursed her lips, took the card with both hands, and put the card away in her pocket.

Holmes put on his gloves again.

"Tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, let's go to another laboratory next to today's laboratory."

"If the murderer did achieve his goal in such a short period of time, set fire to it, and managed to escape before you arrived, then he would definitely choose another door to avoid meeting you." Holmes said with a look on his face. He walked to another door calmly, "He can go to another classroom, and there are quite a lot of choices."

"There are four large classrooms on the first floor, and the corner between the third and fourth is the stairwell. If it were me, if I wanted to hide, I would either go to the fourth classroom at the corner and turn out the window, or go upstairs and pretend I have never been here before. No one will pay attention to whether there are many people around me who are self-studying."

"I thought so too, so I went to the fourth classroom at the end corner first, and my luck was pretty good." He led Cecily to that side. Today's weather is bad, and there are almost no classrooms here. People, the footsteps of two people echoed in the empty corridor.

Cecily controlled her steps carefully so that her speed was not too far behind his.

She had noticed that Mr. Holmes always strode like a star when he was alone, and the hem of his windbreaker was not good.But he always slows down appropriately when walking with others.

This is her idol.

she thought to herself.

There was a creaking sound when the door was pushed open, and Cecily followed Holmes into the classroom, and Holmes went straight to the innermost window.

"See what?"

If Holmes said he was lucky, he must have found some clue.Then it is very likely that the suspect escaped through this window.

Cecily wanted to take out her handkerchief to open the window, so as not to damage the fingerprints on the window, but suddenly remembered that the current science and technology were far from what she understood, so she put back the half-emptied handkerchief, took off the gloves and hooked it up. window bolt.

"Looks like a recent trace, sir." She wanted to touch her pocket again to take out the magnifying glass—she was already fully prepared when she expected that she might be able to solve the case with her idol today, "like pushing it away forcibly."

She realized that the magnifying glass was not in the right pocket, and wanted to take it in another hand, but the person next to her handed him the magnifying glass.

Among the two options, "show your idol that you are fully prepared" or "feel the magnifying glass of the idol's atmosphere", Cecily chose the latter without hesitation, and naturally took the magnifying glass.

"The window latch is a little loose, and it looks like it was pushed open forcefully," she hooked the window latch with her little finger, and pushed the window slightly open. The cold wind that poured in made her gasp, Against the window that was about to be completely blown open by the wind, "and it can be seen that there are traces of collision."

"What did you think of?" He reached out to hold the window in a gentlemanly manner so that she could observe with a magnifying glass.

"In a panic, I pushed the window hard and found it was fastened, then opened the bolt, closed it forcefully and ran away." After reading it, Cecily took the magnifying glass away, resisted the idea of ​​quietly putting it away, and was about to return it to the window. Holmes.

"I'm going to open the window."

Holmes didn't seem to notice Cecily's movement, and opened the window fully after making a sound, then flipped over lightly, and stood on the little concrete floor next to the wall.

Cecily hesitated for a moment, temporarily put the magnifying glass in her pocket, weighed whether she could turn over gracefully, or silently chose to step on the table before climbing out.The moment she jumped off the window sill, Mr. Holmes turned his head and gave him a weak support, but he didn't use much strength, and only slightly touched her arm.

"Actually, I'm a little surprised. After all, the person with you insisted that what he saw was spontaneous human combustion, and you, as the person who felt the strange fire most directly, ruled out the possibility of human spontaneous combustion in the first place. Possibility." He seemed to say something casually, but after carefully savoring the tone, Holmes squatted down and brushed away the leaves of unknown plants.

"This footprint..." Cecily quickly figured it out, "If my speculation just now is true, the suspect did indeed escape from this road, and he was in a panic—so panicked that he jumped down and stepped on the mud without paying attention. If so, then I... I suspect that the suspect may not have intended murder."

Just like where Cecily and Holmes stood, there was a long strip of concrete floor along the edge of the building. It was not wide, but it was just enough for a person to stand on.

Outside this bit of cement is a piece of grass, just like the side of many teaching buildings, the grass, and the ivy that goes down the wall of the teaching building, and a small piece of green plants derived from it.

Holmes did not answer her directly, but pointed out a way for Cecily: "It took me a while to see these footprints this morning, and I also spent some time finding a place for myself to stay. Follow it."

Cecily would not be content with silence.

When she was admiring Mr. Holmes, what she couldn't resist was his calm expression in the field he was good at in the book, from soot to footprints, and the classic sentence: "I can find him because I know I What are you looking for?"

"From the footprints, what information can you deduce?"

As if being asked about his field of expertise, Holmes's expression suddenly brightened: "Actually, as far as I know, many Scotland Yard police officers will ignore this point. When they see the footprints, they can only see the direction of the footprints." , in fact we can see much more than that—”

"Basically, the length of a person's foot is about one-seventh of his height. Judging from this footprint, the person we need to find is about six feet tall. Because it rained that day, I'm not sure whether this depth can be used for weight. There are some hints, maybe this needs some practice... Others, judging from the stride length and route, the strides are large, and the distance between the footprints is also uniform, suggesting that it may be a strong young man."

"So is there any indication in this direction? Going this way... the cafeteria, the teaching building, the boys' dormitory... that's too much." Cecily glanced at the shoe print again, and the pattern of the shoe print was already blurred. Qing, "It's a pity that we can't see the patterns on the soles clearly. Maybe it can remind us what kind of shoes they are. Leather shoes are... I think the shape looks like boots."

Holmes seemed to be stunned for a moment: "There is no doubt that if you have this knowledge, it can indeed be used as inspiration, but the biggest use right now is to find out the owner of the shoe prints and then verify it... and it cannot be used as an indicator. evidence."

"Hey! Two boys downstairs! Don't step on the grass!"

There was a sudden shout from upstairs, and Cecily raised her head to look up. A man with beards was looking up at them.

"Sorry! I dropped something! Go soon!"

Holmes's voice was not too loud, but the gentleman obviously heard it, and closed the window without saying anything.

"These footprints can't give us anything more." Holmes stepped out of the grass first. "When I learn from Scotland Yard about the victim's interpersonal relationship, there may be other breakthrough points."

"Excuse me...but I'm curious, how did you find out from the agents of Scotland Yard..." Cecily couldn't hold back her doubts, and looked at him with sparkling eyes.

After looking back, he raised the corners of his lips slightly to avoid her eyes: "I have to find something."

"Now I have to go back to the dormitory, you..."

Cecily glanced at her pocket watch...ah, time is running out.

Cecily wanted to go back to the dormitory with the male god, but she had classes in the afternoon, so she would be a little anxious if she didn't go to the cafeteria to eat now.

"I have to go to the cafeteria." She said goodbye with a smile, took off her hat and bowed slightly, "Then, if there is new progress, we will communicate again, goodbye."

Mr. Holmes also slightly took off his hat, and returned a salute.

Cecily wanted to see Mr. Holmes turn around before leaving, but found that Holmes seemed to be waiting for her to turn around.

She was still immersed in his return gift, a little absent-minded.

She thought it was funny, and didn't hide her smile, then turned around, waved her hands in a non-critical way and left.

In this foggy world that lost her like a sewer, she questions her own existence.

But if it was him, she seemed to be able to accept it again.

She heard his footsteps leaving, even on the wet ground, his footsteps seemed clean.

Cecily looked back again.

In the afternoon, it was medical physiology. It was difficult for Cecily to get to the classroom. She arrived a little late. She thought that the seats in the front row were all taken up, but when she arrived in the classroom, she found that Kent had occupied a seat for herself. He was even more curious about what he wanted to say to her—maybe he remembered that day, what else did he see?

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