Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

"It's not a curse," Cecily began to sweat on her forehead, she reached out and wiped it with her sleeve, "it's not the same symptoms as a curse."

"It's a symptom of a blood clot." She whispered.

Holmes noticed that her arm on the ground was already a little limp, and he reached out to help her, but she broke away easily and glanced at the clock.

"At [-]:[-] in the morning, confirmed death." She moved to Hunter's feet in a squatting position, and picked up his trouser leg, "The edema...is it really a blood clot?"

She was a little tired, tired for no reason.Maybe it's because the real life and death of her subordinates haven't happened a few times, so she was in a trance for a while.

The butler hurried out to call the police, and the maid, Mrs. Hunter and Mr. Hunter's son Harriet came down.

"Oh my God!" Mrs. Hunter covered her mouth and screamed, almost fainted, but fortunately the maid supported her.

"Sir, is he really dead?" The maid seemed a little excited and anxious.

"Hmm." Cecily didn't say much.

The child was still standing beside Mrs. Hunter, watching the farce with indifferent eyes.Those who have nothing to do with death are sitting there disempowered, while those who should be close are almost trembling with excitement.

The maid quickened her pace and ran over, not shying away from the corpse at all, but looked Mr. Hunter in the eye.

"His eyes! It's a curse! It's a curse! There's blood in his eyes!"

Cecily wanted to speak, but she opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak. When she got up, her feet were numb from squatting for too long, and she almost couldn't stand still. Fortunately, Holmes reached out to catch her in time.

"Squatting for too long," she defended herself in a low voice, but she looked a little out of her mind, "I just feel strange."

The preface was inconsistent, but Holmes still understood, and he didn't say much.

If you want to call the people of Scotland Yard, you have to go to the town, the news is too slow.Mrs. Hunt made the decision, and kept Cecily and Holmes, asking them to stay for a few more days.

Cecily always felt a little strange, but couldn't tell the reason.Mr Hunt's body was collected and taken to the church in Green Village.Cecily heard the housekeeper say that the church was originally unwilling to accept Mr. Hunter's body, but someone later said that Mr. Hunter's body should be sent to hell in that church—he should be blamed for the family's greed, Hypocrisy and cunning pay a price.

The family atmosphere came alive.

During lunch, Mrs. Hunter would bring milk to the dining table and ask her son to come down to have a meal with them.Harriet didn't talk much, his face was as pale as Mr. Hunter's, he didn't seem to understand what happened, he didn't ask where his father was, and he didn't seem too close to his mother , looking at them with a pair of empty eyes that seemed to be ignorant of the world.

Perhaps noticing that Cecily's gaze was fixed on him, Mr. Hunter Jr. raised his head and looked at her.

"She's not my mother."

The originally peaceful atmosphere dropped to freezing point at this moment, but the instigator, Mr. Hunter Jr., was completely unaware.

"Harriet." Mrs. Hunt called his name in a low voice and hastily.

But Mr. Hunter didn't care about Mrs. Hunter at all. He ate his steak with peace of mind, and even stabbed: "Why, cursed my father to death, and I will be the next one, right?"

He seemed to have seen something clearly, and said to the gentle lady.

The madam's eyes slowly filled with tears, she threw the knife and fork on the table, covered her face and ran upstairs.

It stands to reason that Harriet is Hunter's only son, so he must be pampered. Even if the conditions of the boarding school are not good, and the summer vacation has passed for a while, he should be brought back, not to mention his food looks very good. Nourishment—but he just looked pale.

"I regret this." Holmes also realized that the atmosphere was not right. Perhaps this little Mr. Hunter was more difficult to deal with. "It's just..."

Mr. Hunter made a sneering smile. This kind of smile was particularly abrupt on the face of a 13-year-old child, with a strange horror movie: "I haven't been feeling well recently. I heard that you are a doctor?"

He looked straight at Cecily.

Cecily glanced at Holmes and nodded.

"It just so happens that I'm not feeling well. I wonder if it's convenient to take a look at me after lunch?" Mr. Hunter's demeanor was completely different from that of his father. And sadness seems a bit more tragic.He’s not like his father—he doesn’t loudly emphasize that the things he’s guilty of don’t exist, and he doesn’t push his arguments.

"Of course." Cecily naturally agreed.

——She is obviously a medical student who hasn't graduated yet, so why have things like this happened one after another in the past few days.

She really didn't know how to eat, and she put down the knife and fork after a few bites.When I looked up, I saw Mr. Hunter Jr. staring at the glass of milk in a daze.

Noticing that Cecily saw him again, Little Hunter frowned, drank the milk, and wiped his mouth with a napkin: "Then, how about now?"

Mr. Hunter got up, saw Cecily looked at Holmes again, went upstairs without saying anything.Holmes also put down the knife and fork in his hand, and stood up following Cecily's movement.Cecily laughed at herself, she was a little afraid of a 13-year-old child.

The two did not speak on the road, and when they reached the stairs, Cecily stopped. She looked up at the portraits.The portraits hung in this kind of place were always solemn, but Cecily couldn't see this feeling.If you look carefully, there are actually only portraits of four generations, and you don't know what they are.

Holmes patted her on the shoulder, reminding her not to stand too long.When Cecily turned her head to look at Holmes, she happened to see the dining table, where Mr. Hunter died suddenly.

"I am a little sorry, Holmes," she whispered.

Then he walked up without hesitation.

In the study, Mr. Hunter Jr. has already sat down.

Holmes walked behind and closed the door. Although it was noon, the weather outside was not good, and the natural light seemed a little dim.

"When I was at school, I didn't have any problems," Little Hunter said directly after seeing the two sitting down. He was not like his father, and at least he had some pretentious manners. At first, sometimes it was nosebleeds, sometimes bleeding gums. The doctors in the town refused to see me, they just said it was too dry, or I was not eating properly."

Cecily was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect the other party to get straight to the point.

"My father, his eyesight has been blurred for a while, he just didn't dare to say it," Little Hunter said in a calmer tone, "I found out."

Cecily leaned forward and got closer: "When did the symptoms start?"

"This summer vacation, a month ago," Little Hunter smiled, "Then I found that I was quite prone to bruises when I rubbed against something occasionally."

Cecily mulled over her words: "Can I check it out for you?"

Little Hunter was stunned, and stood up. His clothes were more thoughtful than Mr. Hunter's. If he didn't have a gloomy expression, he would be considered a little British gentleman.

Cecily put her ear on Hunter's back, and after listening for a while, she asked him to roll up his trouser legs to see if he was swollen. She pressed it lightly, and it felt a little sunken, but it was not too obvious.

She is not a doctor specializing in this field, but based on her academic background, she can judge that Hallett's edema is most likely due to his high platelet content.

After Cecily nodded to indicate that the inspection was over, Harriet slowly tucked the clothes into the trousers and lowered the trouser legs.

After the action was over, I asked her.

"You said, am I a disease, or have I been poisoned? Or cursed?"

When it comes to cursing, Mr. Hunt Jr. is full of irony.

After Mr. Hunter's death, Holmes, who was more silent than usual, said, "My friend is not..."

"I heard that you treated the blind people in Murakami. Look, is my father like them?" Hallett asked.

"I think it's more appropriate to leave this to Scotland Yard and more professional doctors. My friend is not a forensic doctor," Holmes said in a defensive tone. Others don't know, but he certainly knows that his friend has not yet graduated. It would be too much to bear these burdens, "Mr. Little Hunter, I think no matter how powerful you are, you won't be able to diagnose and treat you without any auxiliary means."

Harriet looked straight at Cecily.

"If it's a disease," said Cecily with dry lips, "if it's a disease, Mr. Hunter, I suggest you exercise more, of course not too vigorously—if it worsens, such as more serious edema or you notice If anything else is wrong, please let me know."

Little Mr. Hunter glanced at Cecily with a half-smile: "I think you probably want to discuss it with your friends. Then, this room is reserved for you."

His clothes were still a little wrinkled, so he reached out to pat him, opened the study door, and walked out.

"What conclusions can you draw, Sylvester?" asked Holmes cautiously. "As Mr. Hunter said?"

Cecily shook her head slightly.

"It's not the same," Cecily said with a bit of a dizzy head, "I've only seen one blind person in Murakami, and that one was just blind without other symptoms, while the two Mr. Hunters both had symptoms of congestion. , and accompanied by edema, which is a manifestation of excessive platelets. Including bleeding gums and nosebleeds, these are all symptoms of blood clots. But...Mr. Hunter goes out for horseback riding every day, and the amount of exercise must be enough, it does not seem to be formed naturally Blood clots—that's what happens in sedentary people."

"Mr. Hunter said that his father has had eye symptoms for a long time." Cecily paused, "If it is a blood clot, it is also possible. There is a small blood clot in the eye vein, which means that the whole The course of the disease is chronic."

If it is a genetic disease?If there is a thrombosis patient in the family history, the possibility of the offspring having the same disease is indeed higher, but... She feels a little pain in the head, it has been too long, and she has become a little fuzzy about the knowledge, this class was really good back then I took the exam, and it’s true that I forgot after the exam.

Headache.

"That is to say, we have several possibilities in our hands." Holmes sat opposite Cecily. "The first is of course a curse. The second is that the two Mr. Hunters are already ill. When people come, you can ask someone to find a doctor to do some examinations for Mr. Hunter. Third, poison."

"I have suspected infectious diseases, but let's not say that Mr. Hunter's symptoms are different from those in the village. Even those people in the village may not meet the characteristics of infectious diseases." "Maybe a more professional doctor is needed, I..."

"You're fine," Holmes interrupted her directly. This reply made his eyes on Cecily full of comfort. "You haven't graduated yet."

Cecily couldn't express the pain in her heart.Mr. Holmes was now against the light, and she was cast in a sharp silhouette.Her eyes wandered, and she tentatively said, "Why don't we assume that it's poisoning?"

Holmes burst out laughing.

It was only at this moment that Cecily realized that Holmes had already thought about it just now, and the idea she mentioned was what he had already thought about.

She seemed to interrupt his thinking because of her inexplicable thoughts... He actually comforted himself in turn.

"Well, suppose," his tone became lighter, which indicated that he already had a result in his mind, and was just guiding his friend's thinking to see if he could inspire more inspiration, "If it is poisoning, The way of poisoning? What kind of drug?"

Cecily held her chin and thought for a while: "If it's a medicine, the pharmacological effect should be to promote platelet aggregation or something. Since it is chronic, it must be a long-term job if it is poisoned."

Poisoning is nothing more than breathing, touching or ingesting. In any case, the scope is wider and it is not suitable for elimination.

Cecily still wanted to talk about doing a method of elimination, but Holmes had a result.

"Milk," said Holmes suddenly, "there is something wrong with milk."

Cecily froze for a moment, not quite understanding why she said that.

"Mr. Little Hunter hesitated before drinking milk," Holmes quickly explained. "Mr. Little Hunter is usually at school. If he has been poisoned for a long time, it is difficult to reach out to boarding schools. If he is at home, his diet and Henry's Mr. Hunter and Mrs. Hunter together, and Mr. Hunter is not very old, if it is really poisoned, the same dose does not make sense for Mr. Hunter to suffer first."

"But it's very likely that Mr. Hunter was poisoned before the summer vacation...?" Cecile said hesitantly.

"You're right, Mr. Hunter is likely to have already started taking the medicine, but the way Mr. Hunter took the medicine..."

"There's something wrong with the milk." Holmes rubbed his chin. "Perhaps it's a bit irrational—the relationship between Mrs. Hunter and Mr. Hunter is not as good as what Mr. Hunter said, and Mrs. Hunter doesn't even share the same relationship with Mr. Hunter." Breakfast, the reason turned out to be that I went to the backyard to get milk after a walk? Milking milk is not cup by cup, but bucket by bucket. As the hostess of a manor, she doesn’t need to do such a job. I noticed that she has calluses on her hands , and it can't be ground out with a milk bucket, maybe it's for other reasons... She's not an ordinary lady, is she?"

His originally handsome eyebrows frowned, and he didn't say any more after that. It's one thing to inspire thinking, but he doesn't like to finish talking before the matter is over.

After a long time, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Actually, I still suspect that it's a disease." Seeing that Holmes seemed to have finished thinking, Cecily sighed long, leaned back in the chair, put her hand on her forehead, and her whole body was slumped. "I really can't help it." nothing."

Looking at her, Holmes let out a chuckle.

"I fully understand that our big doctor is tired, maybe you should go back and rest for a while."

Seeing Cecily not moving for a long time, Holmes walked up to her and lifted the back of her chair slightly with his hands—the chair was tilted up.

"Holmes!" Cecily was caught off guard and almost fell down, calling his name annoyedly.

There was a narrow smile in Holmes' eyes: "It seems that I have become more energetic, but if I go to rest, I don't need to be too energetic."

Cecily gave him a sideways glance. After all, she felt tired and decided to take a nap, and frankly left Holmes alone in the study.

Holmes closed the study door, and his originally contented expression suddenly subsided.

He saw the same things as Sylvester, but he got much more information... This matter is not simple.

He became interested.

44.

In the afternoon, people from Scotland Yard arrived. They sent people to take away Mr. Hunter's body, and conducted basic interviews with the people in the Hunter manor. After the forensic doctor did a basic examination, he determined the cause of Mr. Hunter's death Myocardial infarction, the cause of eye bleeding is temporarily unknown, and it is probably also due to blood clots.They then told Holmes that you had nothing to do with the case and you could leave.

All the inheritance fell on Mr. Hunter Jr., and Mr. Hunter Jr. tried his best to keep it. After all, Holmes decided to stay in this manor for a few more days until Mr. Hunter's funeral was over.

This manor should be shrouded in the shadow of death, but the servants and attendants were still somewhat joyful.I don't know if Mr. Hunter has done something to offend others, but no one really mourns for him in such a big manor.

Holmes seems to have been flipping through books in the study room. At the beginning, Cecily stayed with her for a while, but then she became a little impatient—Mr. Hunter bought a lot of novel scripts, and she was not very interested in these books. She doesn't know how to appreciate any sonnets, besides, there are some popular books on the market, as well as famous books that are displayed outside to show off, confessions and so on.Cecily was impatient, so she ran out by herself, went to sit with Browns during the day, and went out for a horse race in the afternoon.She didn't know how to ride a horse, and she didn't bring riding clothes.Fortunately, Mr. Hunter lent his father's previous riding outfit, and the horse breeder gave him some guidance. Cecily quickly recovered the feeling of riding a horse through muscle memory, and used it to pass the time.

...well, not really to pass the time.

She is a little confused about this era.

When sitting on the edge of the grass field, Cecily couldn't help being confused.Maybe it's because the land is green and green, and it seems that there is not even a road, so she is confused.

Mr. Hunter's death is not like a normal death.He is only in his 30s and now he is four years old. Let’s not say that the age of myocardial infarction is 70 to [-] years old. What Mr. Hunter means is that none of their ancestors has a history of myocardial infarction, and Mr. Hunter’s diet, exercise, etc. Apart from the greasy meat that is common around him, his life is fairly regular.As for tobacco and alcohol, gentlemen always ask a few words when they greet and are guests, and Mr. Hunter himself does not seem to drink at the table, even though he brought out wine to entertain them, he hardly drank himself.And he doesn't look like an old smoker, his teeth are normal, so he shouldn't have a heart attack at such a young age.

She sighed.

Performing CPR for Mr. Hunter was almost a natural reaction of the body, but she didn't realize it until she finished. There is no CPR in this era, and I don't know if the forensic doctor can see it.And the thing that shocked her the most was, if it was true, she encountered such a situation on the operating table, how would she make a choice?

She couldn't help lowering her head to look at her hands.

So far, she hasn't really held a scalpel, but can she really handle it?

In fact, she was already aware of this problem during her clinical study, but she was busy copying medical records, giving needles to patients, and going to meetings with her supervisor. She never thought about it, but now this problem is in front of her.

If her hypothesis is true, and the blind people in an entire village are all genetic diseases, and Mr. Hunter died unexpectedly, how should she explain it?Is she going to tell the truth about her genetic disease?

If a patient is sick, and the textbook now tells her that the drug of choice is physostigmine, should she use this drug, which she knows is highly toxic?

"doctor!"

Someone was calling her, but she didn't want to turn around at all, and she didn't even want to admit that she was a doctor.She wasn't already.

The cattle breeder ran over in a hurry, his face looked weather-beaten, and the wind on this land had carved an indelible mark on his face.He should have been here for many years, right?When you smile, the wrinkles around the corners of your mouth are connected to form annual rings.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't want to disturb you," the cattle breeder smiled, his teeth were a little crooked, and his speech was a bit slurred, "but I see you happen to be here, I..."

"Are you sick?" Cecily asked, perhaps just waking up from reverie, her voice was very soft.

"Yeah, my joints are a little old... just a little uncomfortable," the cow breeder patted his leg, "I don't know what to do?"

Cecily didn't want to look at it at first, but remembering Holmes said that she suspected something wrong with the milk, she cheered up, stood up, and led the horse: "Let me go to your resting place with you, and I'll take a look for you."

She pressed her hat, and even though the other party was just a cattle breeder, she did not lose her manners.

The cattleman on the road was chattering. He seemed to know that Sylvester from London didn't talk too much, so he was very considerate. If Cecily didn't reply, he wouldn't feel annoyed, not to mention Cecily's attitude today. It's not bad, although she doesn't say much, but she always responds.

The cattle breeder is called Old Bob, and he has been working here for more than 40 years. He is from the next-door village, and that village has no name—his parents died early, and there is no one in the family to support him. It just so happens that old Mr. Hunter— ——not the one who died recently, but his father——the old Mr. Hunter took him away when he saw his pity. cattle work.He was grateful to the old Mr. Hunter, and praised the young Mr. Hunter for his prudence, but he didn't mention Mr. Hunter at all.Cecily was puzzled, but didn't ask any further questions.

After sitting down in the cabin where old Bob lived, Cecily was free to auscultate him.

Without a stethoscope, Cecily had to go back to the old days again, and once again stuck behind others to listen to heartbeats.Old Bob was still bragging about his good physical fitness, but his joints were not flexible after getting old, so he stopped talking when Cecily started to auscultate.

"Sir, your heart is very good and healthy." Cecily noticed that the old man's movements were stiff, and spoke to comfort him.

The old man rolled up his trouser legs, and Cecily lifted his calf and moved it again. After asking the old man how he felt, he felt more or less confident.

"Do you usually leave the manor?" Cecily touched herself, only to remember that she was wearing Mr. Hunter's clothes, which were not what she often wore, so she didn't bring a notebook and pen, "May I prescribe you some medicine? "

Bob looked a bit embarrassed: "Please don't prescribe too expensive medicine, I also..."

Cecily was stunned, and thought for a while: "Well, before you usually go out to graze cattle, stretch your knees first, warm up with activities, don't be blown by the cold wind when you go out, and then I will make a list of food later The list, what kind of milk, etc., can you pay attention when you usually eat?"

She thought about it, and reported the names of a few more foods, thinking that they should not be considered unaffordable.

Bob quickly nodded in agreement, and before he could thank him, the seldom-spoken Doctor Sylvester spoke again.

"Usually, eat less cold food and eat hot food as much as possible. Your voice is not very good. It's really uncomfortable to be outside with the wind blowing every day. Drink more hot water." Cecily smiled.

Bob thanked Cecily, then fished out of his pocket embarrassingly, and wanted to give Cecily money, but Cecily quickly refused—she wasn’t greedy for this, and she couldn’t give anything Substantial help.In the end, Bob still didn't give the money, and he walked Cecily a few more steps, watching Cecily get on the horse and go out for a walk before returning to the house.

Cecily didn't turn around long before going back. When she went back, she happened to see Mrs. Hunter walking towards the cattleman's house.She had some doubts in her heart, so she drove the horse and left.

After handing over the horse to the breeder, Cecily felt a little sore all over her body when she got off the horse, and she probably won't get better tomorrow. The riding gear on the horse's back is far less comfortable than that of later generations, let alone that she was only riding slowly at that time. Crossing the horse—it is the kind of horse that is led by someone in front and she sits and walks around on it.The original body knew how to ride a horse, and Cecily felt very familiar after getting on the horse, and quickly overcame the psychological barrier.It's just that my physical fitness can't keep up, so I'm tired and panicked.

Cecily ran to the study to find Holmes, but found that Holmes was no longer there.Thinking that someone would always call her when it was time to eat dinner, she looked at the desk, where there were some novels and a few books in unknown languages. Although she knew that Holmes might have read them, Cecily was not interested— —I just don’t understand why he took out these books.

After looking for the bookshelf, Cecily found an illustrated book of medicinal plants, she simply took it down, and sat on the chair that Holmes had sat before, flipping through the book with peace of mind.This book is a bit old, and the paper has become thin and brittle. It can be seen that the person who read this book was quite serious, and took notes, which plants are local.Cecily flipped through the pages, but found nothing. Just as she was called to dinner, she put the book on the table, and put it together with the pile of books that Holmes had taken out.

It was a bit late for dinner—this afternoon, after Cecily had a sleep, she went through a brief interrogation, and then went out for a run. She was a little hungry at the moment, and rarely ate a lot.

On the contrary, it was Mrs. Hunter who seemed to be in a bad state.

"Mrs. Hunter, this man has passed away. Please don't be too sad. Presumably, Mr. Hunter will not bear you to lose weight for him." Holmes put down the knife and fork, and spoke earnestly, "Perhaps you need my friend to prescribe some for you. Calming medicine."

Mrs. Hunt seemed numb to others calling her "Mrs. Hunter". She realized that Holmes was calling her after halfway through her sentence. She raised her head in a panic, her pale face made people feel pitiful. .

After all, she had only lost her husband.

Cecily was a little confused.

Sherlock Holmes never asked her to prescribe medicine along the way. How does he know she has tranquilizers at this moment?

Mr. Hunter Jr. did not say a word at the table, and slowly sliced ​​his steak with a knife. There was still a glass of milk at hand, but this time, he did not drink it.

Madam replied softly: "I'm really sorry, I just can't react well..."

Her tone became lower and lower: "It was obvious that yesterday..."

"I am so sorry."

She picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes.

Mr. Hunter took a look, but still didn't speak.

Mrs. Hunter seemed to sneak a glance at Mr. Hunter Jr., then bit her lip and said nothing, seeing if the food in front of her hadn't been eaten.

"I'm really sorry, I'm done eating, excuse me."

"Mrs. Hunter!" Holmes stood up.

Mrs. Hunter turned her head back. She lowered her head, and under the dim light, she rendered an oil painting of a melancholy beauty. She looked over carefully with her half-closed eyes. I really felt pity for her.If Cecily were a man, she almost wanted to stand beside her to comfort her.

"Sorry," she whispered, and went back upstairs again.

45.

"Don't worry about her," Mr. Hunter waved his hand, and said the second sentence of the dinner, the first sentence was to tell them to start the meal. "Please sit down, Mr. Holmes."

Holmes glanced at the direction Mrs. Hunt was leaving, and sat down worriedly.

After dinner Holmes and Cecily both went to the study for a little conference.

"The atmosphere in this manor is really weird," Cecily breathed out, "Mr. Little Hunter doesn't look like a 13-year-old child at all."

"Well, Mrs. Hunter doesn't look like a mother of a 13-year-old child either." Holmes raised his eyebrows. "You seem to have a good afternoon?"

Cecily felt guilty for some reason, well, she did go out to play.

"Go to old Bob—the cattleman, and have a look at his arthritis."

"By the way?" This was a question sentence with a declarative tone. Holmes was about to continue, but saw his guilty friend suddenly frank.

"Well, yes, I suddenly remembered that I have to write a list for him, such as the precautions for daily diet," Cecily said seriously, "There is a specialization in surgery, you solve the case, and I see the doctor."

Holmes was a little amused, nodded his chin with his index finger, and glanced at his friend: "You can send it there yourself tomorrow."

Cecily froze for a moment: "Huh?"

"I had a chat with Mr. Hunt this afternoon," said Holmes. He sat on a chair and turned the books from left to right and from right to left, just like a child playing with a piece of paper. And this gesture looks serious and cute on him, "Mrs. Hunter's original name is... Klimt, and she has only been married for two years. Mr. Hunter Jr. didn't know how the two of them got together. get married."

"Send it over in person, stay a little longer, and see if you can find out who this Ms. Klimt is from by the way."

Cecily suddenly became aroused by Holmes's movement of turning the pages of the book.

Hey, her cuteness is so weird.

"Then what are you doing?" Cecily blinked. Although she was so cute that her soul was out of her body, Cecily still managed to wake up when Holmes finished speaking.

"If it's on Baker Street, maybe I can look through my index," he stretched. "Since I don't have it, I can only rely on you, doctor. You ask, and I'll go to bed."

"Ah, I'm so sleepy," he stretched falsely with a blank face, and loosened the first button with a blank face, "I'm really... sleepy."

"Holmes, are you joking? It's only before eight o'clock?" Cecily looked confused, and you pretended to be sleepy. What's the matter with being so perfunctory?I can tell you're up to something just by looking in your eyes.

"I don't listen to you." He walked lightly and got stuck in front of the study door, turned around and said to her, "Good night."

Cecily subconsciously replied, "Good night."

Wait, he's leaving now?

That's it, leave? ?

Why does it feel like she just went out to play all afternoon and Holmes is about to solve the case? ? ?It was agreed that Sherlock Holmes would not eat when solving the case. I think he ate quite a lot, and he was concerned about whether the beauties were eating well?Is it really possible to eat a few more bowls of rice just by looking at other people's good-looking parents?

Mom is so angry!

So angry, Cecily wanted to put all these books back, but after looking carefully, she found that these books were all books with traces of reading.

Is Holmes looking for some clues here?

Although she was a little angry, Cecily, who cooperated with Holmes very well, still put the books in a pile and arranged them honestly.

As for the pharmacopoeia - Cecily looked at it with a bitter face for a while, forget it, these books are not cleaned up anyway, just leave one more or one less.

Back in the room, she took her pen and paper, made a list and stuffed it into the clothes she was going to wear tomorrow before going to take a shower and get ready for bed.

Hey, it's nice to have a room for one person. You can take off the wig and let it air dry. It's really frustrating to wear it all the time.When she lived with Holmes, Cecily didn't dare to wash her hair. She didn't wash her hair for three days. It can be said that she was very desperate.But it's much better now. After washing her hair, she took out the wet wig, and then put the wig in her room to blow dry, and her hair was slowly drying. It can be said that she is very happy.

It's just a little regretful that I can't see Sherlock Holmes' sleeping face. Hey, even if it's a friend, it's nice to see a good-looking friend every day, right?

Cecily lay on the bed, took her little notebook and began to write and draw. She had the habit of keeping a diary, but what she wrote was not her own affairs, but the case of Mr. Holmes. Some cases were mentioned, and Cecily also recorded them all. Now of course, I want to record the current situation of this case.

After finishing writing, she closed the notebook and suddenly thought, Sherlock Holmes is now in Baker Street, and I don't know when Watson will appear... After this case is over, she will go back to study for another year, probably... Maybe a little later, Holmes will become Mr. Holmes, right?

She was a little sleepy thinking about it, she hoped that time would come earlier, and she hoped that time would not come.

The next day, Cecily woke up early as before, and her whole body was really sore.After finishing her hair awkwardly, she collected the long hair on the bed and threw it into her pocket, preparing to throw it on the grass when she went out. When passing by Holmes' room, Cecily wanted to knock on the door so that she could get it. A great detective who wakes up.After thinking about it, I still gave up. I feel like disturbing the dream is going to be beaten_(:зゝ∠)_

The housekeeper, the housemaid of the family, was always elusive, and the butler hurriedly brought out breakfast after she rang the bell.

"I'm really sorry for being late, Doctor Sylvester, you usually get up really early, and this bread is still warm."

The housekeeper seems to be talking more today, and his attitude is also different.