Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

"Dr. Sylvester is here to see you," said Mrs. Hudson, who was a little sleepy in the chair, and she became refreshed when she heard the door open. Now don't be too late to starve your guests, I will go to reheat now."

Holmes nodded casually, feeling uneasy for some reason. He wondered if he would have any expectations.Such emotions are very rare for him, and he was also taken aback after catching his heartbeat that seemed to be a little faster.

He knocked first on the door after he went upstairs.

No one answered.

Holmes frowned, turned the doorknob, and the door opened slowly with a slight creak. The light was dim, and the room was filled with warm colors. He saw her at a glance.

She kicked off her shoes, which exposed her feet to their original size, and he should have known that she had tiny hands and feet—she was curled up on his own sofa, holding her knees slightly. Relaxed, her feet have already stepped on the edge of the sofa and are about to slip off, her hair is already messed up, her face is a little red, accompanied by slight breathing, scratching her ears, she fell asleep in a daze, looking very dazed.

He almost wanted to laugh.

Cute - this word was used to describe a person subjectively for the first time in his mind.

Maybe it was the second time, the last time she was drunk, it seemed to be the same.

Or maybe he has already felt this way, when she thought her identity was tightly covered, but sometimes she couldn't help being nervous, when she danced and talked about her opinions, when she tried to praise him but felt Do you talk too much about yourself?

He may have used the word back then.

He could tell at a glance that she was drunk. Although there was no smell of alcohol in the room, there were only two bottles of wine on the table. The dregs of the wine.

The amount of alcohol is really bad, he thought, he didn't drink much in the bar last time, and this time too.

He only drank some of this kind of wine occasionally, the alcohol was not too strong, so as not to paralyze his nerves, and he knew that the alcohol was not high in alcohol.

Really, Sylvester was really, too much for him, defenseless.

Holmes didn't notice that his smile was too obvious. Perhaps he was too unguarded towards her.

If she were to wake her up directly now, she would be taken aback, Holmes thought in a rather good mood. He suddenly remembered that when he was still at school, she had fallen asleep sitting at the door of the roof. When he woke her up, She almost jumps up like a cat that has frowned.

There are also a series of subsequent ones, like a pendulum hanging on the wall trying to climb up, and the whimsy that suddenly lost its logic.

And he had some bad tastes.

"Sylvester." He pushed her shoulder.

Cecily was sleepy and her mind was fuzzy, and she felt her face was very hot. She heard a familiar voice calling her.

"I still want to sleep."

She whispered, like a child lying on the bed, like a kitten still acting like a baby.

Holmes froze.

It was the first time—the first time she had spoken to him in a female voice.

He felt a little familiar, and this familiarity did not mean that the female voice was similar to the male voice she usually used, but...he had indeed heard this voice.

In fact, he knew, he knew what Sylvester would want to talk about when he came here today, she had already revealed her own secret when she was in Potts Town, and she told him at that time that she wanted to talk to him.

Holmes didn't wake Cecily up again. He took a blanket out of the room and covered her up. Seeing that Cecily's neck was crooked, he hesitated for a while, and then hugged her up. , moved to the couch.

He had noticed long ago, when he was lifting her up to the roof, that she was actually very light.

After that, he went downstairs.

"Mr. Holmes?" Hudson had no idea that he could see Holmes in the kitchen. He would never come here, and he preferred to call her directly in the room—Holmes is obviously a hardworking person. But he is almost surprisingly lazy in such trivial matters.

"Let's stop for a while," Holmes sighed. "Dr. Sylvester may have been too tired recently and fell asleep on the sofa. Perhaps dinner is a little late."

Mrs. Hudson quickly complied, and pushed the gentleman out of the kitchen. Holmes also went out naturally. After thinking about it, he went back upstairs. This time he opened the door more gently than last time, but Still surprised Cecily.

He watched her curl herself up like a small animal, hugging the blanket tightly.

He discovered her habit. He noticed it when he was at Ryan's house before. She always likes to keep herself small when she sleeps.

Another half an hour passed, and Holmes realized that he could no longer let his friend sleep. Although Sylvester looked like a man now, it was always bad to stay out at night. He went downstairs and asked Ha Mrs. Desen reheated the dishes before going upstairs again.

When he went upstairs, he found Sylvester on his couch again, curled up in the same position again, only with a blanket in his arms.

Holmes couldn't help laughing, thinking that Mrs. Hudson would not spend a lot of time, so he simply didn't move Cecily anymore, but found a book and slowly flipped through it.

Cecily had a strange dream. In the dream, she dragged her skirt and ran all the way. Her legs felt cold and almost numb. She woke up slowly and found that her legs were numb. Yes, sitting like this, it's no wonder that the calves are numb.

Why is she sitting here?Oh, she thought she was in the museum on Baker Street, so she couldn't wait to imitate the idol's sitting position_(:зゝ∠)_ She rubbed her eyes and yawned.

After removing the blanket, she put her feet down, gasped with a hiss, bent down and pressed her calf, looked at herself blankly, there was an extra blanket, and then looked around again.

He happened to miss Holmes sitting just behind her.

"It seems you have not noticed me, Sylvester." Holmes suppressed a smile.

Cecily's back stiffened, and she almost didn't dare to turn her head to look: "Ah...Sorry, I probably fell asleep."

Holmes grunted: "Probably yes, if I remember correctly, I should have called you, but you slept so comfortably that you didn't even want to sleep on the couch, and insisted on sitting here."

Cecily: ...I don't have the face to face people, why don't I talk about it next time...?Oh by the way what am I going to say?

Her brain, which had been dulled by alcohol, finally turned on the right track, and Cecily seemed even more stiff and unnatural. She turned her head and saw Mr. Holmes looking at her leisurely, and she didn't know how to speak.

Holmes raised his eyebrows, and took the initiative to find a topic: "I heard that your cousin made a special trip to Potts Town to pick you up that day?"

Cecily was stunned for half a second before remembering what Holmes said: "Well, yes, he is worried about me being there alone."

Holmes wanted to say something more, but Sylvester suddenly stood up.

"Mr. Holmes," she said in a male voice, "you have already seen that."

Holmes then stood up.

The spirit of alcohol is still rampant in her mind, alcohol is strong and courageous, really courageous, Cecily feels that she is so happy—a real warrior, who dares to face the bleak life—anyway, she feels that she is confessing her identity as a girl now What? Anyway, Holmes has already seen it.

When it is broken, it should be said, and it should be said quickly.

"I said I'm...I'm a girl," hey, after saying the first sentence, she felt much better, and Cecily sped up her speech, "Actually, I guess you may have seen it a long time ago, and maybe you still think It's funny, my self-righteous pretense."

Her speech was a little incoherent, but it was inexplicably clear.

"I don't like to lie, but you know, it is impossible for women in this era to have their own careers, especially if the family is tainted with high society, and it is troublesome to go out alone," she said with bright eyes, as if Fully awake, "In fact, I don't have much pursuit, I'm just interested in a little bit of things. For medicine, and everything you do, I find that I seem to like adventure, so I like you."

She didn't care what she said, and she didn't notice whether the words "that's why I like you" she said would be too ambiguous-she hardly gave Holmes a chance to intervene, which was almost very important in their relationship. rare.

"I wanted to be a doctor, so I had to be a man, and then I became friends with you. It was a coincidence. I know who I am, no matter who I am... anyway, the closer we are, the easier it is to be exposed. I I regard you as a friend, I know, you must have seen it, but you didn’t expose it,” Cecily’s original smile disappeared suddenly, “It’s just that I don’t like lying, and I don’t like that kind of clumsy disguise... I really wanted to tell you my original name but I was really worried about my only friend thinking of me because of it - I know you can see that so I just want to beg you... I don't want to lie but I don't want you to know either ……I……"

She seldom speaks so fast, and when she speaks, her voice is a little slurred, which makes her look like a warrior who has lost her composure, but also makes her look a little fragile.

Almost at the same time as Cecily said this, the question that Holmes had been avoiding to think about was brought up before him, and the answer that he had deliberately not looked at before was thus unknown.

He thought about this possibility very thoroughly, but was quickly abandoned by him. The root cause was that he himself did not want to think about it.

Holmes felt that the hairs in front of his eyes were about to explode, and his whole body froze. He wanted to open his mouth to comfort him, but found that he seemed to be in a mess at this moment and didn't know how to speak.

"I'm sorry if I have caused more trouble. I know that it is the best choice to continue to be friends if I don't tell the truth, but..." Cecily's voice was full of unfinished thoughts, "Maybe I am more selfish, and I don't want to be a person who bears lies." Man... I mean, I shouldn't push you to..."

Duk duk, it was the sound of knocking on the door, and Cecily found herself ignoring Mrs. Hudson's footsteps.

"Come in," cried Holmes, hoping that a dinner from Mrs. Hudson would calm him and his friend.

Cecily walked to the door quickly, opened the door for Mrs. Hudson, then took her coat and hat from the coat rack behind her backhand, and was about to leave in a hurry: "I'm very sorry Hudson Ma'am, I may not be blessed with the supper you offer...I must go back, it is too late."

Before Mrs. Hudson had time to say anything, the usually calm gentleman was blown away like a gust of wind, and there was no sign of the inflexibility of a drunk.

Holmes hardly hesitated: "Mrs. Hudson, put the dinner on the table and I'll come right away—"

He sidled to avoid Mrs. Hudson and gave chase. He had just come down the stairs when he saw Sylvester get into the carriage, she almost jumped into it--and the carriage was moving--he could even guess that Sylvester West probably promised a big tip so that the coachman could leave as quickly as possible.

As night was approaching, Holmes was concerned that Cecily would be out alone, not to mention that she was still not quite sober. Holmes glanced back at the lights upstairs, and without any hesitation, stopped the next carriage and called The address of Sylvester Manor—fortunately, he still remembered: "Please hurry up, thank you."

48.

Cecily was paralyzed on the carriage.

Damn, what did she do.

At this moment, when the cool wind blows, she finally wakes up completely.

It's really flattering.

In 221b, I got drunk first, then climbed onto Holmes' sofa and squatted in the cosplay's signature pose. After waking up, I couldn't help saying that I had a messy logic and shit excuse, and then ran away?

pill.

She hugged her head.

pill.

burst.

Cecily felt miserable in her heart, drinking was wrong, absolutely wrong.

But that, the taste of the wine is actually quite good... It seems that I forgot to bring it back.

Well?It's raining?Cecily felt some raindrops floating on her face.

Wow, really, what kind of emotion does the rain play up?It has been many years since the college entrance examination, and I forgot all about my reading comprehension.

What is reading comprehension?

She scratched at the fake fur and realized with horror.

She seemed to be slowly forgetting the past.

After getting out of the car, she generously tipped the coachman, and then rushed into the manor in the rain. Mr. Steward noticed Cecily, and quickly held up an umbrella to prevent her from being drenched on the way from the door to the house. .

When Holmes arrived at the gate of the manor, he saw Cecily running in in the rain, and stopped at the gate of the manor. The coachman asked him if he wanted to get out of the carriage, and he went back to Baker Street.

"My God, did you quarrel with Dr. Sylvester? You two don't look like the type to quarrel over small things," Mrs. Hudson hurriedly put away Holmes's damp coat. , "Dr. Sylvester has gone back? It looks like I have to reheat this meal."

"No need!" Holmes said suddenly.

Mrs. Hudson was startled.

Holmes slowed down his tone again: "I mean, it hasn't been long, and there should be no need to reheat it. I'm going to have dinner now."

He said nothing after that and went back upstairs.

The wine and glass that Sylvester—or rather Cecily Sylvester had drank—were still on the table. Holmes glanced at it, brought the unfinished bottle to the table, and picked it up. He took a teacup and poured a little.

The alcohol concentration is so low that it can be ignored, how did she get drunk?

His mind was a little confused.If, in Sylvester's eyes, her behavior like that is deceit and disloyalty to her friends, then he sees through it but does not expose it, and never tries to alienate, it is also disloyal—he himself is also disloyal. He didn't want to break the relationship between the two of them, so he deliberately pretended not to know, and didn't even restrain his behavior.

Perhaps it was more important for him to keep her.

Perhaps because of long-term busyness and his own avoidance, Holmes never considered the possibility that Sylvester was that Cecily Sylvester. In fact, Miss Cecily Sylvester's The image in Holmes's mind has long since faded, and there is almost no intersection between them, only twice.

Once Miss Sylvester was kidnapped.

Holmes didn't remember the whole process very clearly. At that time, he also witnessed three people stopping Sylvester's carriage in the alley. The girl in the carriage screamed for help and was knocked unconscious. Holmes At that time, fighting was still only half-baked, and there were three or four people on the other side, so he didn't dare to appear rashly.He remembered that his brother's friend happened to be Sylvester as the head of the house, and guessed the identity of the girl in the carriage, so he followed the three people to a small building on Blackston Road, and sent a telegram to Sylvester House.

Then he returned and asked the landlord if there were any vacant houses for rent. He saw that there were two vacant houses on the occupancy file, but the landlord said that there were no vacant houses.Holmes, who judged that the landlord was lying, gave some money and asked the other party to take him in for a while, and let him wait for his companion to accompany him to see other houses.

While the landlady was pouring him coffee, Holmes found out in which room Miss Sylvester was imprisoned.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Holmes pretended to leave impatiently, and then rushed in with the servants of Sylvester's family, directly rescued Miss Sylvester who was locked in the room.

No impression really—Miss Sylvester was blindfolded and gagged, and when Holmes untied her she burst into tears, hugged the first person she saw, and kept yelling It hurt until she saw her brother, and trembling, she threw herself into his arms again.

He really couldn't remember this person, although strictly speaking, she was the first person he directly rescued-no reasoning or technical content, just a coincidence.

After that, when they visited Sylvester's house, the lady kept showing a timid look at the dinner table, and there was a reckless marriage proposal.

In his eyes, Miss Sylvester should be a timid, overly delicate and sensitive girl who is somewhat ignorant and reckless, but his friend Sylvester is not.

He...she, she...

He can use almost all the adjectives to describe the good qualities of a friend to his friend, and all of these, he does not seem to be attributed to the pursuit after the unsuccessful marriage proposal, and he is also sure that she is definitely not the person who would act like this.

A vague shadow quietly overlapped the already clear and three-dimensional image in his mind, and Holmes realized that when he dealt with Sylvester's matter, he was too hasty and emotional.

After Cecily returned home, she didn't feel well. After the hot mood calmed down, it was like the air that filled the whole house was condensed into liquid, and the rest was a vacuum.It was also like the balloon had finally punctured a hole, not only deflated, but even began to wrinkle beyond recovery.

She didn't know what Holmes would think of her. In fact, she still had some unrealistic expectations. For example, after she punctured her, he still regarded her as a friend—or he had a lot of worries, so that he decided to just calm down. go.

In any case, she took this step, and she should be responsible for the result, both good and bad.

From a certain point of view, since it is empty, it is easy.

She restrained herself from thinking about it, no matter how much she thought about it, it was useless, and the new semester was about to start again, so she still had to quickly devote herself to her studies.

——Wait, why did she propose to Holmes in the first place?

The dull pain similar to being drunk squeezed into her mind again, and Cecily went back to the room, pulled off her wig, and took out her diary.

...Idol?Idol?

She chewed on the words in her diary.After she suddenly recalled what was written with strange symbols in her diary, she realized in a panic that she was about to forget.

It's crazy.

She stared blankly at the Chinese characters on the diary, and then ran to look through her own books and notes.

"Miss, what happened?" The servant knocked on the door.

Cecily tried her best to calm herself: "No, I'm just looking for my notes."

"need any help?"

"No, thank you, I found it soon." Cecily refused the employer's request, and flipped through it for a while.

She didn't want to let herself forget.

49.

Perhaps Leslie already knew that Cecily had a showdown with Holmes. Throughout the summer vacation, Leslie did not mention Holmes to Cecily, and Cecily seemed very natural, and didn't seem to care too much—except for watching In addition to novels, it is writing essays.

In 1847, Jane Eyre was born, and its popularity has not been eliminated until now.Its male and female protagonists break through the previous people's perception of male and female protagonists, and more importantly, the idea of ​​equality in it-Jane Eyre's confession is called "Declaration of Women's Rights" by critics.

When Cecily saw this book on her bookshelf, she felt like she hadn’t seen it for a long time. It took her a while to remember that this book was given to her by Leslie—she seemed to be obsessed with it at that time. The novels of princesses and knights, "Jane Eyre" depressed her irrational romanticism, and she slowly tried to change.

When did it start?

Cecily's head hurts a bit, she can't explain clearly, it's as if a piece of memory has been dug out and filled with another bigger memory, now that bigger memory is gradually dissipating, and the original loopholes are slowly revealed .

Originally I wanted to look through my diary, but after thinking about it, I decided to give up. Cecily knew how lazy she was, and taking notes by the side of the book was the best thing to do. Writing a diary?Really don't even think about it.

It is very difficult to forget Holmes, but fortunately, Cecily did not think about forgetting, but she felt that she should not be too persistent.When she took the scalpel, her mentor told her that you must persevere until it is over. As long as it is not over, there is still hope, but after it is over, don't have too much obsession.

She remembers it very clearly, including what the teacher said in the class before, remember to look away, if you want to be a surgeon, maybe you will lose more lives than survive, but remember, don’t get caught and you can’t Going forward, all you do is to keep more people alive, as long as you can still work, there is still hope for patients.

Cecily can't guarantee that she can do it all, but she will work hard.

She originally wanted to write to Holmes and show him the first draft of her thesis. She analyzed the concept of "hereditary disease" based on Green Village.

But the letter was not sent after all. The first draft of the thesis that was transcribed, as well as the short letter with careful wording and the specially prepared exquisite envelope were all stored in that small box, locked, and placed on the desk. The deepest level of the drawer.

At the end of the summer vacation, Lancaster Davis came to visit again. This time, Leslie didn't let Cecily out of the room. The two talked in the study for a whole afternoon, and Davis didn't even stay for dinner. Eat and leave directly.

After that, school started again.

Cecily returned to the mission hospital. This is her last year of study. This year, her time is even tighter. In addition to copying the medical records for her tutor, she always studies by the operating table and often goes to the ward for rounds. , and sometimes even touch the scalpel.For her, this is a career of her own choice, and having her own pursuit is the best way for her to get rid of the idea of ​​being someone's vassal.

She had thought of becoming Holmes' assistant, but that was only a thought.However, it's over anyway, no matter if it's friendship or something, there is no regret in leaving good memories.

That is when she put it down completely, she found a handkerchief from under her box.

Eh……

The handkerchiefs were a little yellowed, and Cecily didn't have such a handkerchief in her memory.

It took her a moment to remember that this handkerchief had belonged to a long, long time ago, and she had just met Holmes at that time, hadn't she?Actually forgot to return it.

It's a bit funny, but it seems that it doesn't make sense to give it to others at this time. She thought about it and still put it away.

He probably couldn't remember anyway.

It had been more than a year since he parted with his friend, and occasionally Holmes thought of sending a letter to his friend, mentioning a case he had recently encountered.Happiness is doubled when there are people to share it with. Holmes picked up the habit of smoking when he was bored on such days.

In fact, he smoked a little when he was in college. At the beginning, he was not allowed to smoke in some places in school, and he didn't have any addictions. Later, he spent a lot of time with Sylvester. He knew that the other party didn't like the smell of cigarettes. It wasn't that big of an addiction either, so I kept suppressing it.Apart from the case, I hardly deal with other people now, so I picked up the violin and the pipe together, which can be regarded as consolation.

At Christmas, Holmes ran to his brother's apartment to celebrate Christmas.

The soundproofing of Mycroft's apartment is not very good. Sitting on the top, you can hear the jingle of the music box below, and some children are making trouble, but you can't hear what they said clearly.

"I didn't expect that you would consciously come here for Christmas," Mycroft said, gaining a lot of weight, and the fat on his neck seemed to be trembling. He rubbed the neck that supported his important brain, and put The curtains were drawn open, "It's quite lively outside, isn't it?"

"I'm even more surprised that you would put a Christmas tree in your room. This is not your style—is it a gift from a friend? If it was a gift from a colleague or someone else, you wouldn't bring it home." Holmes also said It was rare that he seemed a little lazy, and he was indeed a little tired after running around for days.

"You know who sent it."

Holmes didn't like his brother's smile very much, it always had a hint of mystification-he admitted that his brother was indeed superior in mind, but this kind of smile always made him want to punch his brother in the jawbone .

Especially in the past year.

"Gladstone's downfall? You're so happy." Holmes avoided the subject and turned to his brother's domain.

"Well, it's really rare, I thought your political common sense has already been thrown into the trash can—" After seeing his brother's annoyed eyes, Mycroft laughed, "Well, it seems that today you Just read the newspaper?"

Although it was a question, he never thought of waiting for Holmes' answer, and Holmes would not answer anyway.

With Mycroft's financial resources, he can live in any kind of place, but he doesn't like living with servants, so he rented a fairly spacious apartment, not far from Downing Street. Jing Jing was not too noisy, he paid some extra money, and like Holmes, he sent the landlord as a housekeeper.It has to be said that this lifestyle is very suitable for both brothers.

The landlord brought up the dinner.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Holmes." The middle-aged woman saluted and left.

"This Christmas, I was going to visit Sylvester's house," Mycroft moved himself to the edge of the dining table, "Unfortunately, Sylvester invited the Davis's again this Christmas. Heard they seem to have some deals again."

Holmes was stunned by the movement of pulling away the chair: "What are you implying to me?"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, spread out the napkin, and pretended to be puzzled: "Is there any? I just mentioned it casually. If you are not interested, just don't say it."

Holmes got a little annoyed every time he saw his brother play dumb, especially when Sylvester came up again, and he simply put down his knife and fork and didn't eat.

"Huh? Don't you want to eat it? Mrs. Hurst's meat dishes are very delicious—"

Well, Mycroft finally lost in the eyes of his younger brother. He didn't think he was a bully. Sherlock seemed to have become a little impatient recently.Mycroft was in a happy mood, so let's force him to tell him because today is Christmas.

He wiped the corners of his lips: "Eat first, I'll tell you after eating, I'm afraid you won't be in the mood to eat."

Holmes: ...

You make people even more moody to eat like this, okay?

He raised his eyebrows, and there was really nothing he could do about his elder brother, so he simply ignored it and picked up the knife and fork again.

Despite the initial hiccup, the dinner was generally pleasant, and both brothers drank a little more than usual, and ended up sitting in easy chairs, one taking snuff and the other a pipe.

"So, what do you want to tell me about Sylvester?" Holmes still didn't hold back, and spoke first.

He is always the one who can't stand it in front of his brother.

Lying lazily, Mycroft opened his mouth for a long time before answering, "Oh...what am I going to say?"

He seemed to be really thinking about it for a while pretending to be distressed.

Then he spoke again slowly.

"Oh yes, it's Leslie who doesn't listen to persuasion and insists on cooperating with Davis." Mycroft casually put the snuff bottle aside, "In order to protect Miss Sylvester, I think Leslie should Find a suitable home for her."

50.

What does it mean to find a suitable home in order to protect Miss Sylvester?

Holmes withdrew the pipe from his mouth, and quickly realized what Mycroft meant. The moment he opened his mouth to ask a question, he remembered his brother's bad taste, so he put the pipe back, and answered calmly with a pipe in his mouth.

"I thought you warned Mr. Sylvester against being associated with the Davis family."

Ah, it looks like the mind hasn't quite slackened yet.

"Yeah," Mycroft said with an air of indifference, and smiled slightly, "I told him."

It was as if he hadn't said this, and Holmes somehow felt like he was on pins and needles, and the pipe didn't calm him down in time.

However, Mycroft said cheerfully: "But if it's a real marriage, you don't have to feel guilty about rejecting Miss Sylvester back then—"

"Mycroft!" cried Holmes in a low voice.

Mycroft was still smiling and didn't say anything else.In fact, he really wanted to tease his younger brother for his indifference to Miss Sylvester back then.

Holmes knew that he couldn't get a word out of his brother's mouth. He looked up at the time, and it was almost nine o'clock: "I should go back to Baker Street."

"Goodbye, my dear brother." Mycroft had no intention of getting up to see him off. He narrowed his eyes and saw his brother walking to the door, and turned to look at him again.

"Merry Christmas, brother," he said without the reluctance of a tantrum.

"Merry Christmas."

said Mycroft, laughing.

Cecily did not expect that she could still receive a letter from Holmes.

One month before her graduation.

"Doctor Sylvester, I have a letter from you." The porter handed the letter to Cecily.

After thanking Cecily, she saw the address marked on it before she thought of who wrote the letter to her.

221b Baker Street, Holmes.

The moment she saw it clearly, the letter became a bit hot to touch. She clamored in her heart and couldn't wait to open the letter, but felt that her reaction was too exaggerated, so she suppressed this thought forcefully. First went to the tutor's office to report.Who would have thought that after such a trip, she would be busy for a whole day and had no time to open the letter at all. It was not until night fell that Cecily returned to her dormitory that she remembered that she still had such a letter.

The letter was already a little crumpled in the overcoat. She carefully opened it with a paper knife and carefully unfolded the letter—his letter was still short, even a small piece of paper, and it took only three days to write it. About two-thirds.

[Sylvester,

Literally,

I’ve been busy recently, and I suddenly realized that I’ve been out of contact for a long time. You should be graduating soon. I’m afraid that I will lose contact, so I sent you a letter at the last time. I guess you are probably shocked when you see this letter. of.

……

Wish you all the best.

Your friend,

Holmes]

When Cecily saw that his last signature was "your friend", she was greatly shocked in her heart.

She didn't expect that until the end, Holmes would still be willing to define her by the name of a friend. She read the contents of the letter many times, her mind fluttered, and she had no mood to sleep. She simply got up with her clothes on, sat at the desk, picked up I took out my pen and wanted to write back to him.

In the letter, Holmes roughly mentioned why he wanted to write the letter, and explained which cases he was busy with recently. The letter was not long, and he did not describe the details in detail. He just mentioned that he was indeed busy, and then asked her about her graduation. I hope to keep in touch with you in the future.

Finally he said;

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