Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

The hearty voice of Mr. Browns broke the melancholy atmosphere. It took Cecily a few seconds to salvage her lonely self from the hazy sea of ​​consciousness. She looked up at the person who came, and stood up after a moment of dullness: "Mr. Browns."

"Aren't you with Mr. Holmes?" Mr. Browns is carrying a hoe and a basket on his back. The workmanship is not very exquisite, but it looks durable. sit in the wooden house?"

Cecily felt a little depressed at this time, and she didn't like letting herself be immersed in negative energy, after all, she was always good at self-education.It's just that at this time, rather than talking to Mr. Browns, she hopes to tell Holmes the news she has received, and use Holmes' logic to clear away the haze in her heart.

Cecily smiled: "No need, I came here to see Mr. Holmes, but it was too hot, so I sat and rested for a while, I wonder if you saw him?"

"He came here in the morning, alone, and then went west," Mr. Browns raised his eyebrows. "Speaking of which, I have a question, and I wonder if you can give me an answer."

Cecily looked up at him hesitantly.

"That's where Mr. Hunter rides a horse. I thought people in the village had warned you not to go..." Browns observed Cecily's expression, and then got the answer, "Okay, okay, you don't look like that." Surprised, I think Mr. Holmes passed by on purpose, I understand."

Cecily: ...

"I don't know that, I just don't see why you bring up Mr. Hunter."

Mr. Browns shrugged carelessly: "If Mr. Holmes really goes to find Mr. Hunter, then the possibility of him returning to the Ryan house is much smaller. You might as well look for him there. Since you don't plan to Come to my wooden house as a guest, then I will go back first, I have to take a nap."

"Thank you."

Mr. Browns took the hoe in another hand and waved goodbye to Cecily.

He was indeed a gentleman of his own, thought Cecily, he spoke with his own thoughts, quite different from the world-weary man who would find a place to live in seclusion, and at this moment also, he went away as soon as he said it, absolutely Without looking back.Cecily was somewhat envious of such a life style.

She stood there for a while, thought for a while, turned away from the direction Mr. Browns pointed, and went back to Lane's house.

Rather than going directly to the Hunter's house, it is obviously more appropriate to go to the Lane's house. This will show that Mr. Sylvester has no knowledge of Mr. Holmes' decision, and that she was just dragged there to live, so that Cecily will be in front of the villagers. It will be easier to talk about.

Cecily didn't leave quickly. When she returned to Ryan's house, the sun was already light. She knocked on the door. This time, there was no response for a long time.Cecily was a little guilty. She knew that Holmes had gone to the Hunter's house. In a sense, she "betrayed" the Lane family who led them into the village. If she was asked to pretend that she didn't know where her friend was, she had no choice but to come up with a comparable Oscar's acting skills are inferior to Sherlock Holmes's.

"Tom! Are you still home?"

No one answered.

She knocked on the door again with her cane.

The person inside probably answered annoyedly: "Get out of my room!"

Cecily gave herself a little time to pretend to be astonished, and brewed the emotion of surprise: "What are you talking about? I'm Sylvester!"

The window opened, and old Tom came out angrily: "I know you're Sylvester, I tell you to get out!"

Cecily looked over in a daze, apparently not knowing what happened: "I don't understand what you're talking about, Tom?"

"I'm telling you not to go to Hunter, your friend has already been picked up by Hunter's carriage!" Tom was a little incoherent angrily, and Cecily felt that his veins were about to pop out, "Well, I'm so proud No, riding a horse in this village? It’s in line with your gentleman’s decency—”

"Tom I don't understand what you're talking about..."

"Go find your friends, go west, and don't come back!"

The window was closed vigorously, making people's ears buzzing. Cecily stood there with her head bowed in silence for half a second, and walked west according to what he said.

Well, maybe not going west, anyway, she can't tell the difference between south, east and north.

After walking a few steps, Cecily suddenly remembered—Mr. Holmes was walking on a horse.

She looked down, and it was a coincidence that she happened to follow the horseshoe prints.

Hmm... I hope it's not too far away, she's tired enough from walking.

I really want to take off the wig to dissipate heat_(:зゝ∠)_

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It was indeed not a coincidence that Holmes met Mr. Hunter. He pretended to be walking there casually—in fact, he saw the Hunter Manor and deliberately walked in that direction. I found a tree to rest on, and lay down with my head closed and my eyes closed.

It wasn't until the sound of horseshoes woke him up that he got up casually, just as a gust of wind was blowing from behind to his front, he had an idea, and as soon as he took off his hat, it flew out.

When the young Mr. Hunter saw the hat, he turned around and chased after the horse, picked up the hat and greeted Holmes.

"Gentleman! Is this your hat?"

Obviously, this visitor is not from Green Village. When Mr. Hunter picked up the hat, he knew that first, people from Green Village would never come here, and second, this hat is not The kind of bowler hat that only village people would wear, and even the material is quite high-end.

Holmes trotted up to the horse, and the gentleman in riding clothes dismounted smoothly and put his hat on with both hands.

"Thank you, a sudden gust of wind just blew my hat away."

When he spoke, no matter whether he had an Oxford accent or a proper click of the tongue, it made people feel that he must be a respectable and noble gentleman. Holmes took the hat, nodded, and put the hat on.

"You must be from London?" Sir Hunter looked polite, "I'm Charles Hunter, I wonder if you would like to come to my house as a guest, it happens that a cow was slaughtered at home today, and you can enjoy fresh tender beef. "

Holmes was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party seemed eager to invite him to be a guest. Instead, he didn't agree directly, but declined politely: "My friend still lives at Mr. Lane's house in the village. I'm worried that during dinner... ..."

Mr. Hunter showed a somewhat arrogant smile: "That's okay, I'll just send someone to inform... Speaking of which, I don't know how the accommodation at Mr. Lane's house is? There are many guest rooms in the manor. If you If you don't mind, you can move here."

Holmes seemed to hesitate for a moment.

Mr. Hunter did not continue, but changed the subject and chatted with Holmes about his mood for the past two days. He led the horse and walked slowly with Holmes.

Somehow the conversation came to Mr. Hunter's wife.

"Jane is a very amiable lady. I think she will be very happy to see a guest," he said with a slight smile. "I have to say that marrying her is one of my most correct choices."

"The Mrs. Hunter that you can see in your eyes must be quite housekeeping?" Holmes was still socializing, pretending to be very congenial with him, and he thought of Sylvester for some reason.

"Hahahaha, yes," Mr. Hunter laughed, and his face began to glow red, "If you have such a wife, you can't wait to show off your family harmony, but in this village, I There are really too few contacts with those villagers, and there are not too many guests at ordinary times, but I don’t know who to talk to..."

His tone was slightly melancholy, as if he didn't understand why the villagers didn't interact with him.Holmes flattered a few words, and Mr. Hunter's mood quickly eased.

After some thought, Holmes began to mention his horse.Mr. Hunter was even more joyful, and praised the white horse, saying that he had just bought it. If Holmes was interested, he had a horse at home. When Holmes' friend came, the three of them could ride together.

And Holmes did laugh when he heard the proposal.

He suddenly thought that Sylvester, who would die from climbing stairs, was probably jolted to death on the horse, but he wanted to pretend nothing had happened, and he almost wanted to see her clumsy appearance with some evil taste.

Of course, he agreed to Mr. Hunter's invitation not because of some naive reasons.

Mr. Hunter naturally invited Mr. Holmes, and the two walked in circles on the lawn, led the horse, and returned to Hunter Manor. They sent servants to Lane's house, and brought Holmes and Sylvester's Bring all your luggage.

When the sun was getting dark, Sylvester hadn't arrived yet.Holmes inevitably began to feel a little worried, but Mr. Hunter kept saying that nothing would happen. He advised Holmes to have dinner first, and asked his servant to go to Lane's house to see if Mr. Sylvester had come. , I looked for it in the village.

This made Holmes even more worried—the Hunter family was out of tune with this village, and the relationship was not harmonious at all. Wouldn't it be more troublesome for the Hunter family to find someone?But he was pretending not to know, so he didn't want to clarify this relationship, he just said it didn't matter, and made up his mind that if he didn't come over after dinner, he had to go out and find someone himself.

Because of worry, Holmes was a little absent-minded during this meal. He chewed mechanically, and he didn't know the taste. He just thought it would be best to omit the chewing action and concentrate the blood in the brain—fortunately, Hunter fully understood. He cared about his friend's mood, and he didn't deliberately find a topic.

If he had to put on a hypocritical skin in such a mood, Holmes was not sure if he could control his emotions well.

The clock reached 07:30, and Holmes finally couldn't sit still.

—If, if Sylvester were indeed a man, Holmes would never have been so concerned, precisely because he knew that his friend was not merely a thin man, but a woman, though she His mind can make him look at it differently, and he is never at ease with a lady alone.Moreover, he is already close to Mr. Hunter, so the Ryan family may be unfavorable to Sylvester.

When Holmes put away his proper smile, which symbolizes a gentleman, he always looked upright and inviolable, with an air of arrogance and sternness.He looked even more depressed because he was so worried.

"I'm really sorry, I think I have to find my friend." He tried his best to smile apologetically, reminding himself not to mess up, and to maintain his polite appearance, "Can you borrow the house?" Use it on a BMW?"

Mr. Hunter quickly stood up: "Of course, I will go find it with you?"

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On the way to Hunter Manor, Cecily was stopped by another resident. It was the gentleman who almost choked to death that she helped treat in the bar. The man invited Cecily to be a guest, and Cecily agreed after thinking for a while. up.I didn't know until I entered the house that the gentleman's child was unfortunately blind.

He is a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Cecily sighed, seventeen or eighteen years old was the best age.Boys at this age may be jumping up and down, or studying hard, in short, this is an age that knows a little about everything, but knows nothing, and is full of strong desire to explore the outside world.

It may be because of blind eyes, young people are always a little slow to the outside world.

What made Cecily uncomfortable was that there was nothing she could do.

She observed the patient's signs, except for blindness, there was nothing special, at most he was a little weak, there was nothing she could do, and in the end she could only make the decision to give up.

This made her feel depressed again after she finally recovered.

The gentleman seemed to be very embarrassed, but he was very regretful. He was considerate of Cecily's inability to help, and kept Cecily for dinner before letting them leave.

He originally wanted to send Cecily away, but Cecily was too embarrassed to tell him that she was going to Hunter Manor, so she politely declined and walked slowly in the direction of Hunter Manor. Just after leaving the village, she He saw Mr. Holmes coming towards him.

In an instant, her depression disappeared again.

After being a man for a long time, she almost forgot that she still has a girlish heart. It's not the kind of screaming and worshiping idols, but the more... more secretive kind.Maybe it's just a simple, unrealistic delusion drawn up by seeing a person coming on a white horse, and the person he was looking for was himself.

She ignored that there was a Mr. Hunter following behind.

"Sylvester!"

His voice vibrated her cochlea, and instantly excited her brain.

Cecily looked up at him in a daze, almost forgetting to avoid him, but fortunately Holmes reined in in time.

"Why did you come back?" His tone was a little heavy, "I thought you knew it wasn't safe to be outside alone—"

Cecily looked up at his anxious and worried expression, which was rarely shown outside, feeling sour in her heart.

He dismounted cleanly.

"Mr. Holmes, have you found your friend?" Mr. Hunter immediately got off his horse and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Cecily, "It's good to be safe, Mr. Sylvester."

Cecily tilted her head and saw Mr. Hunter.

She didn't know how to deal with Holmes' worries, and even didn't know how to face his eyes, so she simply changed the conversation and said hello to Mr. Hunter: "Hello, you are...Mr. Hunter?"

She didn't know what kind of expression to make, so she simply had no expression, which was considered to maintain the image of a cold doctor (?).

Mr. Hunter noticed that the atmosphere between Cecily and Holmes was a bit tense, and he smiled when he spoke: "I heard that you are a very reliable doctor with excellent medical skills, but it seems..."

"Mr. Hunter," Holmes was a little annoyed, interrupting Hunter's words. At this time, his gentleman's skin returned, "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I want to talk to my friend alone for a while... Is it convenient?"

Cecily was a little taken aback.

In fact, this is very impolite behavior, right?But Holmes acted as he should, and he was a gentleman who cared for his friends.

Mr. Hunter can fully understand: "Then, after arriving at the manor, the three of us can have a good chat. Mr. Sylvester, your friend cares about you very much."

He took off his hat, received Cecily's return, got on his horse, and left without hesitation.

Now, there are only two people left.

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