Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

"This time the Manchester case encountered a little trouble." Holmes rubbed his forehead. "I realize that I lack a systematic understanding of medical knowledge, so I still need your help."

In fact, he originally wanted to let it go, after all, Sylvester seems to be too busy now.

But this may be a rare reason to come here to find her.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Cecily quickly responded, "If you need teaching materials, the library should have them, right? You want to see the specimens in the hospital?"

"Well, there are also some basic diagnostic books and pathological slides... I thought it would be faster to ask you than to browse through the library." Holmes frowned, "The forensic doctors at Scotland Yard are too slow. And the reports given are often very vague—in this case, guess how they described the remains of the victims?"

"Ah?" Cecily didn't respond, "What do you say?"

"A sharp weapon pierces a fatal wound," Holmes curled his lips sarcastically. "I'm just an uneducated doctor. I can see that the knife is not a fatal wound. Lestrade has always emphasized to me that the forensic doctors are professional." ... I think they are very professional in paddling, and they are more suitable to be boatmen."

Cecily wanted to laugh a little, but was stopped by Holmes' eyes.

Her eyes were slightly bent, and she couldn't hide her smile.

"Okay, I don't laugh," Cecily covered her mouth, "You probably don't want to take away the pathological slides, but I can tell you that there are people who buy and sell them on the black market, but I don't support you to buy them." ——Well, if you want to learn, I think what you focus on is probably some forensic knowledge?"

Holmes nodded.

Cecily thought for a while: "Sometimes the mortuary will process some remains, and then make pathological slides. If you are interested, I can try to see if I can get you started, but I may need to guarantee it on the side. Or someone else reliable."

"If you don't want to get started and just want to see it, our hospital has a slice display room. If necessary, I can take you there. Just come and find me."

"That would be the best," said Holmes with a sigh of relief. "I think I'll have some time to make a few visits to you recently."

Cecily was stunned for some reason, thought for a while, and suddenly smiled slightly: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, Holmes knew that he had no reason to disturb his friend's rest: "Then, I am bothering you today."

"It's okay, I'm very happy that you can come." Seeing the other party get up, she also got up, just in time to move her sore neck, "I don't usually go out much, and the overtime work falls on me. It's pretty tiring too."

She reached out and rubbed her neck.

Holmes' eyes darkened, and he averted his gaze slightly: "Mr. Browns, I mean, does he know?"

Cecily stopped rubbing her neck, and hummed in embarrassment: "He went to the house and bumped into him by accident."

Holmes wanted to say something more, but he opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything. He took off his hat and cane: "Then, see you next time, and you have a good rest."

He didn't pull the door all the way, but moved away nimbly and gently closed the door.

Cecily was a little disappointed, she almost thought that the two of them had returned to their original situation, just like ordinary friends, but in the end he still brought up the issue of gender.

Perhaps Sherlock Holmes did have an interest in women...

Wait, how does she know that Holmes has contempt for female intelligence?Did she remember wrongly?

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Diogenes Club.

"You managed to organize this club in the end," Leslie raised his eyebrows at Mycroft after waiting for the servants to go out, "I think it's interesting that the least talkative people in London are gathered together. Quiet people, and you are a real talker yourself."

"Being eloquent doesn't mean I don't like silence, my dear friend," Mycroft said, taking a sip of his tea. "Well, it's actually been a very comfortable time of late."

"I thought you remembered that Moriarty's hoe was still digging holes in my land." Leslie said angrily.

"Can't your analogy be a little more elegant? You've been getting a little angry lately, Leslie," Mycroft squinted at Leslie. "I heard you've taken a fancy to a girl recently?"

"Where did you hear that?" Leslie tensed, "I'm not interested in her, but in her family property. Her father has no other children."

Mycroft's smile overflowed from the corner of his lips: "I don't know when you became so interested in money, is it used to add dowry to your sister?"

"I'm not interested," Leslie sighed. "Speaking of adding a dowry, Sissy's dowry..."

Mycroft realized that some of the rumors were not groundless, and he looked as usual: "I remember that the property you prepared for her is enough for her to marry anyone. Of course, a friendly reminder, I don't recommend you to marry your beloved sister to any politician. .”

"After meeting you, I know that politicians in the world are generally black. It is better to expect their brain circuits to be straight than to expect their sincerity," Leslie laughed at his friend, "just like I never Expecting you to run around Buckingham Palace, it will break your legs."

Mycroft made up his mind, so he stopped bringing up the topic, and turned to business matters: "I heard that the Duke of Browns wants to cooperate?"

"The factory in Manchester, he covets the benefits there." This is not a topic that must be kept secret, and Leslie knows in his heart that Mycroft will not be ignorant of this kind of thing, "Why? What are you doing here? gone?"

Very irritable today.

Mycroft smiled: "If you don't want Moriarty to dig holes on your land, you might as well give the Yorkshire land to the Duke of Browns' agent."

Taking care of his friend's emotions, he didn't make any hints or anything, but said it quite straightforwardly.

On the contrary, Leslie was not used to his overly straightforward style. He was taken aback for a while, took a sip from his teacup, cleared his throat and leaned back on the sofa: "Well, I see."

Mycroft laughed again, this time with narrowed eyes.

Leslie knew that this man was about to see off the guests, so he didn't bother to say anything, put on his coat and left.

Mycroft sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, looking as if he had fallen asleep.

But in fact, who knows what he is thinking.

Leslie thought a lot about it.

Recently, Browns came here full of hospitality. He knew in his heart that it was impossible just for cooperation. He tentatively brought up the topic of Cecily, and when he found that the other party was obviously more interested, he realized that the other party not only wanted to make money with him. , and wanted to abduct his sister.

Cecily is 24 years old.

For a high-class lady, even if she does not marry all her life, as long as the family is still there, and she has property and land, she can be respected.But as he had told Cecily long ago, he didn't want her to die alone.It's okay now, she is busy in the hospital and can't manage so much, but what about in the future?

Browns just appeared at this time, he is indeed a good choice.

He recognized Cecily at a glance, and he didn't shy away from it or find it strange. He even admired Cecily's academic ability, and Cecily didn't dislike Browns, and the atmosphere of the few meetings was good—he confirmed Cecily admired Mr. Browns.

He didn't stop Browns from going to the hospital to find Cecily, and it could even be said that he acquiesced in doing so.

If it can be done, it's not bad.

That is, the Browns family is a traditional family after all. If Browns can accept it, can his family accept it?

Or forget it.

It's also good to stop at a business cooperation.

What he was most worried about was that Browns's acceptance of Cecily's status as a male doctor was just a temporary compromise, and after Cecily married, he would find a way to force her to give up. , he must think clearly.

A little fidgety.

There was no one at home, he didn't want to go home, and he didn't want to deal with work, so he walked slowly on the road with a blank expression on his face as if he was letting go.

The two brothers and sisters are very similar. When they are in a daze, they even have the same expression on the corners of their mouths and their eyes.

"Sylvester!"

Someone is calling his name.

Leslie frowned, realizing that things were not simple.But not only did he not want to stop, he even wanted to speed up and slip away.

"Do you dare to answer my name?"

Gee, what a little trouble.Leslie had a big head, but finally stopped and turned his head.

"Miss Joshua, I remember that our relationship is not so close that we can dispense with the honorific title." He looked at the top of Miss Joshua's hair when he spoke.

Joshua, who is a little short but doesn't know his height, was disliked, looked up at the man: "I remember you said in front of my dad that it doesn't matter if I call you Leslie, you change your mind too quickly, Leslie."

Leslie: How much money does your father have in his hand? Why did I promise you in front of your father? Don't you have 13?

Joshua's voice was always crisp and lively. She seemed to have an intuitive liking for Leslie, coupled with her own cheerful and straightforward disposition, she turned a blind eye to the tactful refusal in Leslie's tone.

"I said, the next news is about your sister. Are you sure you don't want to hear it?" Joshua reached out and hooked Leslie. Leslie held back a bit, but in the end Leslie didn't refuse.

"So you're expecting me to invite you to my house?" Leslie amused.

"Then I agree."

When she smiles, she always makes those around her laugh along with her.

Rao Leslie always felt that she seemed to be a little too noisy, but she seemed unable to resist.

The author has something to say: How can my brother do it?Of course there is cp

By the way, have you been stimulated by what I said before so that you are now standing on Browns, you will be hated by Lao Fu!

Hey, Lao Fu is struggling now. While feeling like something is wrong with me, I still try to get closer to Cecily.

Cecily: Hey, I'm so busy, I don't really want to talk to you...