Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

It is no secret in high society that the Duke of Browns and Earl Sylvester are very close friends.And the future marriage of the lady who was still active in the social arena but suffered a catastrophe and was cultivated at home was also brought up.Even if the family property is not considered, the title of the Sylvester family will make many people flock to marry that lady. Now they not only have the title, but the current head of the family, Leslie, has a good fortune and is very good to his sister. How many people's eyes are red.

But no one is overreaching to compete with the family of the Duke of Browns.

Such a message is like a stone thrown into the water, and after layers of ripples spread out, there is no movement.

Cecily is unaware of the rumors of high society, she still lives her little life in the hospital.In fact, she didn't have to be so busy, but she didn't want to let herself be idle. There was no place she had to visit, and she was not so tired that she couldn't hold on. It can be said that although the medical conditions are still a little behind, But they lived a much more comfortable life than the doctors on the other side of the ocean a hundred years later.

Cecily likes to work hard for such a life.

A new girl came to the nurse's station, about the same age as Cecily, and Cecily noticed that the girl didn't seem to care much about things, she didn't know anything about medicine, she seemed to only stay in the nurse's station occasionally to help see if there were any strangers coming in and out .Cecily paid close attention to that person, and chatted casually for a few days. Cecily didn't talk too much, but she could see that this "nurse" was a lively person, and she didn't care if he left or right did not hinder her.

Holmes would visit her sometimes. If she was free, she would take Holmes to the pathology department or the specimen display room. old line.

The people in the nurse station, the pathology department or the exhibition hall almost all know that Dr. Sylvester has a friend who has been studying medical knowledge, and this gentleman is also proficient in chemistry and pharmaceuticals, and can even give The pharmacists lend a hand.

Speaking of which, Holmes always brought pens with him, but the pens disappeared when he went back, so he had to keep a box of cheap pens for spare.

The observant Mr. Holmes also found that his friend seemed to have the habit of touching the pen, and 1/3 of his pen went into her pen holder without her noticing.

He didn't mention it either,

Holmes suddenly told Cecily that day that the house on Baker Street was about to welcome a new resident.

Cecily stopped dissecting the arm of the specimen for a moment, then quickly resumed: "Is it because of the need to share the rent?"

"Doctor Stanford, do you know?" Holmes turned his head to glance at her, then quickly turned back, "I met you when I was doing experiments with you, and I mentioned to him that probably no one would want to talk to me. It happened that he introduced a military doctor—it seems that I have some kind of physique that attracts doctors, and I have a hunch that Dr. Watson can also become a very good friend."

He was a little elated, obviously thinking of his research: "God, I forgot to tell you, I just remembered that I forgot to tell you-I should have said it before."

"Holmes?" Cecily was a little puzzled.

"Do you still remember that futile chemistry experiment we participated in together in school? The one we worked with people from Scotland Yard." His tone could hardly hide his excitement now, the corners of his lips curled up, "When you were not around My own stay in the laboratory really made me come out—Luminol can do it, and a small amount of blood can be detected. I can already imagine its application in criminal investigation. I believe it can be put on the same level as the application of fingerprints, although the extraction of fingerprints is not professional enough."

Cecily almost scratched the glove, she knew that she was distracted, and she couldn't tell what the moment of trance was for.

She stabilized her emotions: "I am so happy for you, Holmes. I regret that I was not there to see it."

After carefully separating the tissues around the median nerve, Cecily put down the scalpel: "So, did you take your new friend to the apartment?"

"Well, yes, the environmental condition of 221b itself is very good. If the two rent it separately, the rent is also very suitable. Since he can accept the violin and my repeated personality, I think there is no reason to refuse, right?" Holmes said. He smiled, "Actually we had a good conversation, he is a military doctor and was traumatized on the battlefield, I wanted to show off my ability in front of you—"

"Holmes, you know you're not showing off." Cecily took off her gloves and stared at him. "I'm a little tired. Go ahead and I'll watch you."

Holmes raised his eyebrows, watching his friend focus on himself with satisfaction... As if he knew that his friend would definitely say that, he said all about his inferences about Dr. Watson and the interesting reaction of that new friend After coming out, he sensitively noticed that his friend seemed to be in a bad mood today, so he stopped his movements: "The weather is not so good today?"

Cecily originally thought that he was about to go in a direction that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her, but he suddenly changed the subject and she was stunned for a moment, unable to understand why Holmes said that.

"Isn't the weather in London always like this?" She said in the usual tone, "I'm just thinking, now that you've gone through anatomy systematically, what's your plan after that? The money you've spent on dissection and medicine recently That's a lot of time."

She reached for the atlas over there, took out a pen and wrote something on it, put the books together, and sat lazily on the stool, leaning against the dissecting table at the back.

Holmes looked up at Cecily: "It's all about returning to my little puzzle. In fact, you already know that everything I do is just to prepare me to get more involved in those cases."

Cecily knew it was the end of a time.

A little disappointed, but also a little bit of excitement that didn't know where it came from. Thinking about it, she felt that her emotions were inexplicable. She watched the movement of Holmes reaching out to separate the skeletal muscles after the scalpel in his hand fell, and she tilted her head. Said: "I have a hunch that you will soon become famous in London."

"Fame? I don't pursue that kind of thing. For me, the work itself is the reward." He didn't know where his friend's inexplicable intuition came from.

"Anyway, it's just my intuition." Cecily was a little tired, and her sitting posture lost her shape. "I suddenly remembered that I haven't heard your violin before?"

This time it was Holmes who was stunned. He usually didn't take the time to memorize these details, so naturally he couldn't remember whether he had shown his hand in front of his friends. Baker Street, I'll have to get ready that it's not me sawing wood you hear."

Cecily did not answer.

In fact, she has only been to Baker Street twice, the first time with an almost pilgrimage mentality, and the second time is a showdown, will she go to the Baker Street that belongs to Holmes and Watson again?She couldn't give an answer.

Holmes waited for a while, but did not hear his friend's reply. He looked up again and saw that his friend had half-closed his eyes, looking dazed, probably in a daze.

He smiled softly, focusing on the tip of his knife.

After Holmes finished his part, he put down the scalpel, and the soft voice brought back the consciousness of the sleepy man.Only then did Cecily realize that she had almost fallen asleep. This position made her neck a little sore. She wanted to reach out and rub her hands, but remembering that she hadn't washed her hands, she could only move her neck and shoulders awkwardly. She felt that she could hear it all. The sound of bone breaking.

Looking at her frowning, Holmes thought it was quite amused: "I didn't realize that you can sleep so well before, and you fell asleep while sitting."

The two stood by the sink and washed their hands together.

Cecily smiled wryly: "Probably I don't have that kind of excitement, my job is not as exciting as the great detective."

"I don't know how many so-called celebrities and nobles will be scared by your remarks." After washing his hands, Holmes patted Cecily on the shoulder. "Your work is exciting enough."

"Yeah, sometimes it's tiring, but I'm not so tired that I can't feel that you wiped the water on my white coat on purpose," Cecily squinted at him, "In return, I'll tell you , my white coat is not clean."

Thinking of the way Cecily rubbed the sleeves of her white coat directly against the specimens during autopsy, Holmes was held back for a moment, and silently stretched out his hand to wash it again.

"By the way, is there a temporary visitor at the nurse's station?" Holmes suddenly remembered, "She doesn't look like a professional nurse. She has no calluses on her hands, and the clothes under her white coat are elegant. Her necklace fell out once. Sapphire is very expensive, it is just an ornament and has no inheritance meaning, so it should be a very good young lady."

Cecily didn't expect that Holmes would suddenly mention that person, but it was completely understandable after thinking about it: "You can always see something unusual at a glance. She really doesn't work as a nurse, she is only responsible for signing people. Yes, I don't know the specifics, since you said that, maybe it's just some young lady who came to experience life."

"I don't have any more information," Holmes said as he hung up Cecily's clothes. "I can tell from her accent that she is American, but she has been in England for a while, and she seems to have gotten used to life in London. Except for the humid air. She came here to work obviously with the consent of the family, maybe just to experience life, but I think she has some other purpose."

He hesitated for a moment, and didn't say the words 'her eyes have been circling you'.

What Cecily thought of was the conversation between Holmes and the nurse girl.

She didn't bother to continue talking about this topic. She was a little interested at first, but suddenly lost it: "You said last time that you had a new idea for your work, but you haven't told me yet."

Holmes hooked his lips: "I thought you had forgotten it. After all, people's brains can't hold too many things, and it's hard for you to remember such small details. In fact, I decided not to be a simple private detective. Instead, consult a detective."

The image of Sherlock Holmes gradually overlapped with Cecily's impression. He is the person who is sometimes so lazy that he doesn't even want to move his lips. He is always full of energy when he touches something that interests him. He can talk non-stop.

She was... happy and disappointed.

The author has something to say: resumed normal work and rest.

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The timeline roughly (emphasis added) matches, but with some adjustments.

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