Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

Just at this time, footsteps sounded again.

He was still looking down at her.

Cecily's words that were on her lips were drowned out again, and the courage she had accumulated with great difficulty was dissipated at this moment. She opened her mouth and said hastily: "Well, let's talk about it after we get out."

Holmes was silent.

After that, she avoided his eyes.

He knew what she wanted to say, and Holmes was also infected by this atmosphere, and his heart beat a little faster.

If she said... if she said...?

The guard came to the door: "Mr. Holmes, people from Scotland Yard are looking for you."

Holmes glanced at Cecily. This time, Cecily still avoided his gaze, lowered her head slightly, stood up, and smiled unnaturally: "Then, see you later."

When Holmes reached the door, he looked back at her again.

Sure enough, after she thought he was turning around, she looked up at his back again, but pretended to avoid him after bumping into him.

"Be careful by yourself," Holmes left this sentence. After leaving the somewhat serious and even somewhat exciting situation just now, his expression was extraordinarily gentle. "Perhaps I will see you in the afternoon."

"Goodbye." Cecily smiled.

After Holmes and the guard left together, Cecily sat down on the bed.

In the past few days, perhaps the atmosphere of being alone was too quiet, and she felt extremely tired, especially after the unknown gentleman called her Miss Sylvester.

She felt that she couldn't hide it any longer.

When she was at Ryan's house, she thought about it to some extent. It was obvious that such occasions were the easiest to expose, but they happened to be avoided by Holmes. In fact, she had already had the feeling that Holmes already knew her identity, but if he didn't reveal it, she would She was happy to pretend not to know, and continued to stay by his side, happily being the male god's little partner.

But feel guilty.

If she, the real Cecily, appeared in front of Holmes and told him that she wanted to be his friend, Holmes would just smile politely and decline gracefully—or agree on the surface and dislike him inwardly. Bitter.His own behavior is probably deceitful.

What's more, Cecily proposed to Holmes.

Before that, she had never regretted the act of proposing marriage. She also carefully analyzed her mentality. She probably ran to the male god and yelled at the male god to propose marriage to satisfy her little wish. Moreover, in this era, The person she would most like to believe besides her brother is Sherlock Holmes.

But after becoming friends with him, especially after the relationship became closer, she regretted this behavior extremely.

This means that if Holmes discovers his identity, it will push the relationship between the two into a very awkward position.Friendships are ruined, and perhaps Mr. Holmes can only see a lady who is determined to marry him, and even dresses up as a man to go to school for this purpose.

She didn't want to end all her good impressions in front of him.

In fact, she guessed that Holmes should have seen through her identity.

If so, perhaps, stop here.

She was a little too impulsive just now, anyway, there might be no chance of contact after this case, anyway, that's how it is.

In fact, she really wanted to face him with his original appearance—even though she didn't like the cumbersome skirts, corsets, and crotch pants that made people uncomfortable in this era, she still wanted to face him with her true self. He, at least it wasn't a lie - but she was terribly scared.

A thought is clamoring in my heart, tell him.

The other is to stop you desperately. If you tell him, he won't have any good impression in his heart.

Would he think...that she wanted to further develop other relationships by exposing her?

She dared not admit that she hadn't thought about it at all.But never to be his friend for the sake of developing that relationship.

In short... As a friend, she chose to tell her, and as a fan of idols, she would choose to keep it hidden.

After Cecily regained her senses, she realized that she was a little cold, and her ten fingers were a little stiff.

After about an hour, or maybe longer, a very long time in Sicily's eyes, finally there was a human voice again.

This time it was Leslie.

The moment Cecily saw her brother, she was about to shed tears. She wanted to act like a baby, and her nose was sore that she couldn't speak.

Grant opened the door for Leslie: "Mr. Sylvester, your sister is free."

As soon as Leslie walked in, she was hugged by her own sister. She had never been so eager to hug her brother.

"Are you scared?" Leslie also hugged his sister tightly, and then let go after a while, patting Cecily's back lightly. He felt his sister shaking her head in her arms, arching her head. Arched, nodded again.

Grant glanced at the side, raised his eyebrows, and retreated consciously to give the siblings a space.

"Someone came to me and asked me to tell you something, but that one was a bit scary, and the three-day trip to Scotland Yard was fine." Her voice was hoarse, and she muffled her words in his arms, "I'm a little cold."

"Okay, let's go out and talk." Leslie stroked the girl's fake fur soothingly, feeling very distressed.

Cecily was already very thin. Usually at home, she would eat a lot of desserts in order to pretend to be a man when she went out, and would eat a lot of desserts. Now she has been out for half a month, and she feels that she has lost a lot of weight.Little Mr. Holmes really doesn't know how to take care of others. Luckily, Mycroft also told him that little Holmes has already seen that Cecily is a girl, and he didn't take care of him even though he knew it was a girl.

Leslie's resentment towards Holmes reaches its peak.

And that Mycroft, Leslie was almost pissed off by his friend, promised that nothing would happen to Cecily, and his Sissy spent the night in the cell!It's unbearable!

"Then, Mr. Holmes..." Cecily suddenly hesitated again.

"Whatever he is doing," Leslie's voice was stiff, "isn't he solving a case? Just continue solving his case."

The hint of impatience is quite obvious.

"Brother..." she called him in a low voice, "my luggage is still in Hunter Manor."

Leslie sighed, he made time to pick up Cecily, that's what he said, but it doesn't mean that he didn't even have time to accompany her to pick up her luggage - it's just that the current appearance of Cecily, obviously, She hoped to meet Holmes again.

"I'm in Yorkshire. I set up a textile factory and blocked someone's way." He was silent for a while. "You must know that the industry is about to develop. Your brother definitely has a sense of smell in this regard."

"I know?" Cecily was a little confused.

"That guy wanted to make it big in Yorkshire, but, you know, I own land in Yorkshire, and those businessmen couldn't wait to get some money from me," Leslie said with a dry voice, "and that led to the The workers, the person who bought the machine to me, and myself have encountered some small obstacles. He hopes that I will not interfere with this industry, because if I do, his interests will be lost by at least half, and obviously, I do not want to interfere. Willing to work with him."

"Who is...?" Cecily had an answer in her heart.

"The person you met was his subordinate," Leslie frowned, and pulled Cecily to sit down on the small bed. "That is Colonel Moran, who is his spokesperson, and he himself is rarely Come forward, of course, and Mycroft and I had an exchange of information on this, so we had one locked on."

Cecily opened her mouth wide, and she felt the answer welling up in her throat.

"Coincidentally, he is still teaching at your school," Leslie paused, "Professor James Moriarty."

"Although Moriarty didn't plan what happened this time, from the time the patient Mr. Fleming came to you, until you came to this village, and you are now in prison, he definitely promoted it. " Leslie said firmly, "This matter is still related to Mycroft... It's my fault that he wanted to lure Moran out. I didn't realize what he said about your safety..."

"If it is true that such a villain can die, I just sat in prison for two or three days. Such a sacrifice is nothing," Cecily reassured, "I...I just didn't expect it."

Leslie shook his head: "Even if someone has to sacrifice to contribute to a just cause, I will not let my own sister be in danger, Cecily, this is a man's business."

"Brother!" Cecily said with a rare stern expression, "I said I'm not..."

"There is no need to talk about this." Leslie said in a firm tone, "I told you that I just want you to avoid that person at school, and you are not allowed to do unnecessary things."

This time it was Cecily who sighed: "Well, you know, I will listen to whatever you say."

Leslie raised his eyebrows: "So about Holmes...?"

Cecily was at a loss for words for a while, but fortunately, this time, she probably had thought about it, and this time she gave a reply: "Brother, I told you... I really didn't go to school because I failed to propose marriage."

Leslie watched her intently.

"I really regard him as a friend now, so I feel that it's too bad to hide my identity like this," Cecily said in a hesitant tone. At that time, she gave up these little tricks, "I was thinking, should I just keep it hidden like this, or is it good to be frank?"

Leslie tapped her hand on the cane and turned the cane again.Cecily couldn't learn this action well. She didn't have the habit of playing with things in her hands. She didn't know how to turn a pen before, but now she finally knows how to turn a pen. The pens she uses are all fountain pens, which are still a bit expensive and can't be dropped.She held a cane in her hand, not like Sherlock Holmes, the cane was held like a magic wand in her hand, and she didn't look like her brother or anyone else, always turning around or something.

"Mycroft told me that Holmes knew you were a girl, but not that you were Cecily," Leslie mused, telling her. "Then how do you choose?"

"Should I tell him you're a girl, or tell him...you're Cecily?"

Cecily was shocked, she was even a little dazed.

What?Holmes didn't see that she was Cecily?

My mother, how vague is Cecily in his eyes?

47.

Cecily was shocked, and so was Leslie.

"You don't know that Holmes didn't realize that you are Cecily?" Leslie knocked on Cecily's head, "Are you stupid, you have already proposed to him, if he really knows, can he still keep you? "

Whoosh whoosh.

Cecily felt a thousand arrows piercing her heart.

"Okay," Cecily said with a headache, "I'll go get some luggage and go with you."

Leslie took Cecily away with that expression on his face, and as for Holmes...who cares?

When they arrived at the Hunter Manor, Cecily couldn't help but sigh a little. She had experienced a lot during this not too long and not too short journey. If her brother found out that she lived in the same room with him, he would definitely make a fuss. What happened last time... From medical treatment, to first aid, to imprisonment, and meeting one of Moriarty's men, it was so exciting.She actually quite liked this kind of life, Cecily thought, Sherlock Holmes is indeed a person who enjoys this kind of life, maybe it is because Cecily also yearns for this kind of ups and downs life in her heart, so she especially admires Holmes.

The Hunter Manor seemed to have been sucked out of life, and it was lifeless. When the butler saw that someone was with Cecily, he just rolled his eyes and didn't speak. After inviting the person in, he left silently.

Cecily wanted to say hello to Mr. Hunter Jr., but she couldn't see anyone, so she had to go to her room to pack her things.She didn't have much luggage, and she didn't need to buy gifts for others. She only bought a bottle of local wine in a small village, and bought some greeting cards in the town before—they used the exquisite greeting cards as a courtship , reward or request medium, this trend started when the postal service started to develop in 1840, and it developed even more exaggeratedly in this town where everyone seems to be laid-back. Cecily couldn’t hold back when she saw it The desire to buy, buy, buy, of course, these are behind Holmes' back, and she bought them when she was wandering by herself.

I have to say that these greeting cards are very exquisite, and Cecily even saw gold leaf on them, exquisite paintings and lifelike carvings, the price of these greeting cards is daunting, but fortunately, Cecily is a rich person, so she bought them with her fingers up.

After finishing packing, Cecily subconsciously stayed at the door of Holmes' room for a few seconds, thinking that he might not be there, before leaving again.When I went downstairs, I saw Mr. Hunt Jr. sitting there chatting with Leslie.

"So sorry to bother you, and to have such an unfortunate thing happen," said Leslie just about that.

Cecily carried the suitcase quite easily: "Mr. Hunter, I thought you were not at home, and I was worried that I couldn't say goodbye."

Mr. Hunter Jr. smiled slightly, perhaps because the shadow had finally dissipated from his head, he was actually the only person in the whole family who was still a little angry: "I hope you have a good time in Hunter Manor these days, and you have to I apologize for cooperating with the Scotland Yard investigation."

For Mr. Hunter's mature performance, Cecily was not without regret. She just maintained her usual personality, looked a little indifferent, and nodded slightly.

"I want to trouble you with one more thing." Cecily cleared her throat, "If my friend comes back, please tell him that I left early, and tell him that I will go to him after he returns to London of."

Little Hunter readily agreed, and personally sent the two to the gate of the manor, where the coachman was already waiting for them.

Leslie was not in the mood to chat with Little Hunter, and got into the carriage first. Cecily said goodbye again before getting into the carriage and leaving.

The groom raised his whip, and the horse galloped into a gallop. The coachman in front was hired temporarily, and some topics were inconvenient to talk about. The two brothers and sisters chose to close their eyes and rest.

On the way here she felt relaxed, but when she was leaving, Cecily thought about how relaxed she was with her emotions.

When Holmes visited the prison again, the guard told him that the doctor Sylvester had been released and had left.Holmes had no choice but to go back to Hunter Manor, just in time for dinner at Hunter Manor, and Mr. Hunter Jr. was still downstairs.

"I thought you would not come back, Mr. Holmes," said Mr. Hunter Little, putting down the tableware. "I have really troubled you about everything recently."

Still able to restrain himself a little, Holmes took off his hat—without a butler to put away the hat and coat for him, he had to do it himself.

"It is actually over, Mrs. Hunt—or Mrs. Crimm or Mrs. Green, as you would prefer me to call her. She has pleaded guilty," said Holmes, sitting himself down at the table, watching Mr. Hunt Jr. ring the bell. , "Except for one thing, she refused to admit to poisoning the villagers."

"She really doesn't have that ability, why not suspect Klimt." Little Hunter sneered.

Holmes found that Little Hunter's emotions were exposed a lot—yes, it's time to relax, the so-called curse has become unfounded, the person who was forced away in the past has now become the mastermind of the murder, and he can never turn over again, no matter what happened in the past. Whatever the case, Little Hunter couldn't bear any crimes, so he should relax.

"Compared with a curse, my friends and I suspect it is a disease." Holmes didn't want to explain too much. Obviously, Little Hunter didn't need this explanation either. Holmes watched the butler hurriedly brought up the dinner plate and nodded. Thank you, "Speaking of which, my friend has been acquitted, I would like to ask if he is back here?"

"He came back with his cousin," Little Hunter remembered now. "He said he had to leave early, and said he would look for you when you returned to London."

Holmes was a little worried, fearing that Cecily would be taken away by someone else, so he asked tentatively, "His cousin? Can you describe...?"

"Mr. Leslie Sylvester," said Little Hunter impatiently, "is about your height and build. I didn't look at his face carefully, but I saw his thumb. the ring on his wrist, and the family crest on his staff—are you at ease?"

Holmes smiled and did not ask any further questions.

There were two people when they came, and only him when they left.

With the case over, Holmes had no need to stay any longer, and he had no interest in staying any longer, so he bid farewell to Hunter. He had already missed the train that afternoon, and he planned to go to town first to catch the train the next afternoon.He first went to the lake, said hello to Mr. Browns, and then borrowed the light of Hunter Manor, called a carriage, and went to the town.

After he developed the habit of calling her by her name when he opened his mouth, he seemed a little deserted when he was alone.

He still has a lot to think about and say about Sylvester. He wants to say that her conjecture in prison is really amazing, and he can almost see how she will shine in the academic world in the future. Now, I want to say that Sylvester is really a brave and calm friend, even if something happens suddenly, he doesn't panic in the slightest—he realizes that his concern for Sylvester has crossed the line.

But for a friend, there seems to be nothing worth criticizing?Holmes was not so sure. He could see the emotions of others clearly, but he seemed to see the emotions of others too simply.

He shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't be thinking about gender differences all the time.Maybe he had other ideas...

Back at the Sylvester Manor, the first thing Cecily did was to remove the chest covering and all the outfits and put them back into pure cotton pajamas, before going to bed regardless of food.Leslie looked at her amused too, and let her go.

After resting at home for two days, Cecily saw the Green Village incident on the newspaper on the third day. The page was not large and not conspicuous. The larger page was a murder case that happened near the City Bank of London recently— — Cecily guessed that if Holmes returned to London now, he might be interested in this case.

The newspaper titled the case, in which Cecily was personally involved, "Disease, Curse, or Murder?"Green Village Quest" doesn't feel like a serious report, it's like a story meeting.It roughly explained the curse of Green Village and Mrs. Klimt’s poisoning of her husband, and suggested that the curse of Green Village had not been completely resolved. The Klimts refused to admit that they had poisoned the villagers, and Scotland Yard had no evidence. A Cambridge University Doctors have raised the possibility of what is known as a genetic disorder, the most supported theory so far.At the end of the report, I thank Inspector Grant who was transferred from London (using five sentences to describe his talent) and detective Mr. Holmes who assisted in handling the case for free (only one sentence).

Cecily looked at the newspaper and felt a little funny, and that long-lost feeling came back... It felt like the newspaper she was holding was the periphery of "Detective Sherlock Holmes".Should she have kept the newspaper?Moreover, although her name was not mentioned, this is the first time the two of them have been framed together in a newspaper, right?

Thinking about some miscellaneous things, she realized that she seemed to have missed a lot of Sherlock Holmes news.

Leslie went out to work, and Cecily stayed at home alone, so she simply began to study the literature related to genetics. These days, the literature is not as easy to find as later generations. She had to spend some time, and even dragged herself to lose blood Running to the library—fortunately, she can go out in men's clothing. There are a lot of restrictions on girls in the upper class these days. In theory, she can't go out without the company of older women or guardians, and she doesn't want to go out with blood Check the literature, fortunately, you can also dress up as a man, and go out in men's clothes when the blood loss is relatively small... This is a lot more convenient.

Of course, Baker Street is not too far from the library. After reading the book, Cecily will go around Baker Street to make sure whether her friend has returned. Do I want to tell the other party frankly that I am Cecily, or as my brother said, since Holmes chooses not to tell the truth, then she just needs to obey.

She wasn't sure, but she knew she didn't want to worry about being thought a liar anymore.

Holmes returned to Baker Street the day after Cecily arrived home, but coincidentally, as Cecily expected, he couldn't sit still after seeing the case near the City Bank, and then he didn't care about it. What a friend, and ran to the scene of the crime enthusiastically.

This caused Cecily to see that the lights at 221b Baker Street were always off, making her think he hadn't come back.

Cecily discovered that the lights of 221b were on in the second week. On that day, she finally found the complete reproduction of Mendel's thesis, sat in a temporarily hired carriage, and asked the coachman to make a temporary detour.

The light at 221b was on, and apparently Mr. Holmes was sitting by the window. Cecily wasn't sure if he could see her, but Cecily could see his silhouette clearly. He was holding a pipe. The pipe might be close to him. lips, or maybe it's just a game of light and shadow.

She was supposed to go up, but in the end she was timid, and the cane tapped on the carriage, and the carriage moved on again, this time the destination was Sylvester Manor.

"Are you late today?" Leslie returned early that day, "Did you borrow the book you asked for?"

"It's not a book, it's a paper," Cecily replied subconsciously, "I passed by Baker Street today."

"Oh, to be honest," Leslie pulled out the chair and leaned lazily, his whole sitting posture was distorted, "Are you confessing? Of course not, you are extra timid after meeting him, Although you have repeatedly emphasized to me that you are friends with him—”

"Brother!" Cecily called him angrily, "Could you save yourself one more dismantling?"

"No," Leslie snorted, "about Sherlock Holmes, I can take it apart once."

48.

Leslie was going to visit Yorkshire for three days, and Cecily took advantage of this time to go to Baker Street again.

This time she came here on a special trip to find Holmes. She had a plan in her mind, and she had even figured out where she should stand, so that she could open the door and run away after speaking, so as not to face the embarrassing scene that followed.

Baker Street is still the same Baker Street. Cecily couldn't remember what it looked like in later generations. She guessed that the sewage on the ground probably disappeared, and it might be more crowded than what she saw now, because there would be Many people come here to visit Sherlock Holmes's museum.Of course, the clothing store below will no longer be selling full of Victorian style clothes.

Cecily stopped at the clothing store and looked at it for a while.

What is required of women in this era?

She tried her best to recall the noble ladies and misses she had seen with this body. In fact, she herself must have grown up among such women.They are required to be pure and refined——Cicely often thinks that maybe no matter which country they are in, they have gone through a stage where girls are dressed as dolls, and even in this era of female sovereignty, it cannot be avoided, maybe even in the throne Above all, everything the queen faces is also bondage.Perhaps some things must be done by women, whether it is to show their rights by dressing or other things, Cecily remembers that Queen Victoria believed that clothing can reveal a person's inner state, so the requirements for clothing in this era are also very strict of.

Regardless of whether it is a man or a woman, of course, the requirements for women's appearance are more stringent-Queen Victoria herself led the trend of the belt, which, after all, was always unwilling to accept by Cecily.The king of Chu has a thin waist...but she doesn't use her thin waist to please others.

But at this moment, looking at the layers of white lace and the beige streamers that are properly embellished in the store showcase, she realized that she had longed for this kind of beauty.

She realized that she had stood at the door of such a store for too long, as if she was a bit out of place, and finally walked to the door of 221b, raised her cane, and knocked on the door lightly.

"Which one?"

She heard Mrs. Hudson's voice, and it was strange that she had only spoken to Mrs. Hudson once, and now it seemed familiar.

"Mrs. Hudson, it's me, Sylvester." She raised her voice a little, listening carefully, she could hear Mrs. Hudson's footsteps.

The door opened.

"Doctor Sylvester, long time no see, you seem to have improved a lot." Mrs. Hudson's face was a little round, and she smiled as kindly as when she first saw her. "Please come in."

"Is Mr. Holmes there?" Cecily nodded, letting Mrs. Hudson put away her coat, hat, and walking stick.

"Didn't there be a murder near the city bank recently?" Mrs. Hudson helped Cecily carry things, and led Cecily upstairs, "He's so happy, he hates being idle the most, and After you came back from playing together, he sat in the meeting room and smoked the whole room...Let me tell you, when he moved here in the early days, he was still a young man who loved studying, but now he has no cases. Like."

Mrs. Hudson opened the door and frowned again: "Oh my god, cough cough, he smoked a cigarette today and didn't open the window!"

Cecily resisted the desire to cough, but did not speak, but Mrs. Hudson seemed to be used to it, first went to open the window, and then hung up Cecily's coat and hat.

"Holmes's academic achievements are also unmatched." Cecily did not mention the topic of smoking, but praised her friend at the right time. "Everyone has his own ambitions. Since he likes it, he can do what he likes. very good."

It's just that her voice was a little hoarse.

What she was thinking in her heart was: after going out with Holmes for so long, Holmes hardly smoked much, but he could have choked him up...or did he secretly smoke behind her back...

"Probably only someone who understands him like you can be regarded as a friend by him." Mrs. Hudson thought for a while, and raised the curtains a little, which brightened the room a lot. "He had breakfast this morning. Don't let me bother you. Before lunch time, he told me that he figured it out, so he rushed out. He probably solved the case. He also said that he would come back for dinner. If it doesn't bother you, you can wait a little bit, I Prepare some food for you."

Cecily considered it for a while, and it is not easy for her to come out tomorrow. It is best to deal with it together today. Although I am nervous, I will die sooner or later, so why not just wait here: "That is really troublesome to you, Is there any wine here?"

The wine is strong and cowardly, and I want to drink it.

Mrs. Hudson was taken aback, probably because she didn't expect that the gentleman in front of her would prefer something in the glass.

"Mr. Holmes once mentioned to me when we went out to play, that you often buy some wine from a store, and it is said that the taste is very good. I am really curious." Cecily explained quickly, "If my friend hadn't come, Could you please buy me a bottle so I can take it home and taste it?"

Mrs. Hudson immediately laughed knowingly: "Actually, Mr. Holmes doesn't like drinking very much. He dislikes the fact that alcohol makes him dull, but he still touches it once in a while. The wine at Brace's downstairs is very good. I'll bring you two bottles later."

Cecily touched her pocket. She always had some money on hand—she gave it to Mrs. Hudson, thanked her, and watched Mrs. Hudson leave.

The feeling of pilgrimage has almost been worn away. In her eyes, Holmes is probably just a member of the world. Of course, he is not such an ordinary member.Cecily's mood was exaggerated with some mysterious heaviness and lightness. She still didn't sit on the sofa that Holmes would sit on, but chose the stool by the window. She could see Mrs. Hudson carrying The skirt was walking towards the side of the street, probably going to the small shop diagonally opposite. Looking down, she could see some beggars. They were not crowded together, but separated in twos and threes. She even saw a small shop. The girl was sticking to the opposite shop window, staring at the dress she had just stared at in a daze.

Cecily almost forgot that the streets of London were full of sewage and mud, and it was never easy to clean the hem of the gorgeous long dress.

Dark clouds slowly covered the sky, and Cecily suddenly hoped that it would rain. If it rained, Holmes would not come back, and perhaps she would be able to delay for another day.

Footsteps sounded, and Cecily knew it must belong to Mrs. Hudson. She could easily recognize the footsteps of Holmes. Sometimes, he likes to stride when he is outside, leaning slightly forward, and the footsteps coming out have a kind of sound. Unmistakable confidence, but when going up and down the stairs, his legs and feet are flexible, da da da like a sprinting pony.And obviously this is not the footsteps of Sherlock Holmes.

Mrs. Hudson brought up two bottles of wine: "Would you like to open a bottle now? I bought you some biscuits - it's tea time, but if you want to drink, then replace it with wine." Tea... Ah, that does seem a bit nondescript."

"It doesn't matter, Mrs. Hudson," Cecily quickly took two bottles of wine and put them on the table by the window, "It's also very good, I've been busy writing papers these days, maybe I can use your Brought wine to soothe my feeble nerves--that's good."

Mrs. Hudson smiled kindly. She had always looked at Holmes as if she were her own child, and now she looked at Cecily in the same way.

This made Cecily feel a little warm.

"You should drink less wine," Mrs. Hudson said, opening the bottle for Cecily and pouring it into a glass. "I know you are a more restrained type, at least you will be much better than Mr. Holmes. If you If he is also reckless in this respect, then I am really worried about Mr. Holmes's friendship, he is a smoker himself, and he will not be able to make friends with a drunkard."

Cecily was amused by Mrs. Hudson's words.Mrs. Hudson said a few more things about being careful before she took the bottle opener away and went downstairs.

Looking at the dark purple liquid in the cup, Cecily was tangled.She didn't like drinking in the first place, and she didn't know if she could drink it. That time in Green Village, she didn't seem to drink much, and she got a little over the top.She swirled the glass carefully, then took a sip.

Um……?It's a little delicious.

Cecily's eyes lit up.

Then... another bite?

She can't remember how many sips she drank, in fact, she may not have drank much. Originally, she was strong and courageous, but she was indeed courageous—because she almost forgot what she was going to do here, and in her mind I was dizzy thinking about Green Village, and slowly began to think about who I am, where I came from, and where I am going.

She was a little sleepy, and lay down on the table for a while, but because she fell asleep, her neck was really uncomfortable, so she sat up again.

Um?Where am I?

She looked out, um, it was the street, and looked in, it was so familiar.

I have seen this arrangement many times, but it seems different, Cecily tilted her head and recognized the chair at a glance.

Why?Is that the same as Sherlock Holmes?

There was a strange laughter in her heart, it was so fast, she didn't realize whether it was hehehe or hehehe.

Dreaming of the Sherlock Holmes Museum!happy!Cecily stood up, completely unaware that her movements were a little