Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

The door opened and it was Mrs. Hudson.

The moment she saw Mrs. Hudson, Cecily couldn't help thinking of the way she left suddenly after getting drunk earlier, and felt a little apologetic.

Fortunately Mrs. Hudson didn't care about that at all.

"Oh my God, Doctor Sylvester, please come in—it's a little hot today, isn't it? Take off your coat first." The old lady patted Cecily's arm affectionately and invited her in.

"It's been a long time." Cecily was a little embarrassed.

Mrs. Hudson smiled: "Mr. Holmes went out early this morning. It seems that Inspector Lestrade called him away. He didn't want to go at first—don't worry, he promised tonight's dinner will be delicious." Come back, now that Dr. Watson is upstairs, Holmes left me a message, telling me to keep you for lunch and dinner, and he said that he believes that you and Dr. Watson will be able to get along happily—after all, you are professional counterparts.”

Cecily listened to the old man's ramblings, and she didn't feel bored but rather kind, and she always listened politely.

"To tell you the truth, I hope you come a few more times. At least when you come, Mr. Holmes won't smoke in the whole room. I almost thought there was going to be a fire, and I wished I could pour a basin of water over it—he couldn't see Scotland all day long. The person present is the client, but no one restricts him to smoke or not! Dr. Watson is also a smoking pipe!"

The wooden floor is a bit old, and there is a dull sound when you step on it. In this weather, the metal handrail feels warm to the touch.

Cecily didn't know why she was a little nervous, maybe it was because she was going to see Dr. Watson, another friend of his, who would talk to her about it, maybe he would walk side by side for a long time in the future... friend.

Mrs. Hudson knocked on the door, and sure enough, she heard a male voice calling inside.

Cecily opened the door and looked up to see the man standing up inside: "Hello, you must be Doctor Sylvester, right?"

The man had a beard on his lips, but his chin was cleanly shaved, and he stood up very neatly, quite in line with his status as a military doctor.

"I've heard about you for a long time, Doctor Watson." Cecily offered her hand and shook hands with the man, "I read the story you wrote, it's really great."

Mrs. Hudson came downstairs to serve tea to them both.

Watson took the initiative to guide Cecily to sit on the sofa: "Really? I think my writing is average, but people are always interested in murders."

Cecily laughed. For some reason, she felt relaxed facing this doctor, perhaps because of their mutual friend.

"Study in Scarlet...Doctor, don't underestimate yourself. At least the title you wrote is very attractive, and the article fits the title. People can't help but read it."

Speaking of this, Watson couldn't help laughing: "In fact, our mutual friends really dislike my naming style."

After a little thought, Cecily understood the key points: "According to Sherlock Holmes' style, he would probably come up with a title like... well, a certain month, a certain day, a certain place, a certain person was killed? That would be more in line with his realistic style. .”

Dr. Watson was stunned, and then nodded frequently: "I have to say, your statement is entirely possible. He claims to be a logician, and he is not that interested in interesting titles, and only considers whether it is true."

The two smiled at each other.

Mrs. Hudson brought the tea: "Doctor, I remember you like black tea?"

Watson subconsciously wanted to answer that he obviously liked coffee, but found that Mrs. Hudson was looking at Sylvester, a little embarrassed.

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson, thank you." Cecily got up to make room for Mrs. Hudson, "Thank you for remembering my preferences..."

"The only guest here is that you like black tea, but Mr. Holmes always asks me to prepare it." Mrs. Hudson poured tea for the two and left with a plate.

Watson knew that this friend was very important to his roommate, but he did not expect that Holmes would ask the landlady to prepare the tea he liked for a friend he had not seen for a long time.

This made him more interested in the person in front of him, and he couldn't help but look at him secretly... I have to say that Dr. Sylvester has a rather delicate appearance, which is very different from the surgeons he knew before, which made him His temperament is very unique-with the decisiveness of a surgeon and the modesty of an aristocratic youth.

No wonder, only such a person can be friends with the capricious detective for several years.

"Speaking of which, I heard from Mr. Holmes that you were a military doctor in Afghanistan?" Cecily said very naturally, "I was very interested in military doctors before, but I hadn't graduated at that time, and there was a lot of pressure in the family. It is because I am not allowed to go to the front line, after all, my physical fitness is not enough."

Watson smiled wryly: "In fact, going there may not be a good thing. Although it is respected, it will be nothing worth mentioning after the war is over and people's feverish minds calm down."

After staying with Holmes for a long time and living a tense and exciting life, he almost forgot the days when he was struggling on the battlefield, and he almost forgot that he had just returned to this place where idlers and beggars from all over the world gathered. When he was in the middle of the country, he was confused and embarrassed in life.

Cecily didn't expect Watson to speak like this, but she didn't understand it after thinking about it for a while, and then she was relieved: "People who fight for the country are always respected, whether it is soldiers or military doctors, no one will forget you."

From a certain point of view, Watson and Cecily are the same kind of people, they are very sensitive to certain things.And the views of the two also coincided - it is indeed honorable to defend the country, but is aggression really honorable?

Britain was originally such a country. All the glory comes from bloody capital accumulation. Afterwards, the people of this country put on white gloves and used extremely high education to cover up the barbarism in their bones.

Both of them didn't say anything, but at a certain moment, they suddenly felt that each other became kind.

It was rare for 221b Baker Street to have such a lively atmosphere during lunch. The two doctors finally found a close friend. They talked about the latest medical progress, first aid measures on the battlefield, and even in-depth chat about the dosage of anesthesia—to be honest, no matter what Who among them was worried at the beginning whether the topic would only revolve around Holmes, and the two talked about the rise, and did not mention the mutual friend Holmes at all.

I don't know how Holmes will feel.

When Holmes knocked on the door, the two who had introduced each other as best friends didn't hear at all, and they were chatting enthusiastically about the cardiopulmonary resuscitation technique that Cecily had used before.

After the door was pushed open, Cecily saw Holmes, and the conversation came to an abrupt end——

"Holmes, are you back?" She was a little embarrassed.

Holmes was still wearing his top hat, and raised his eyebrows: "I should have guessed that you had a good conversation, maybe Dr. Watson will tell you how I played the violin to torture his eardrum—"

"Holmes, you are wrong here. We don't need to talk about you at all." Watson seemed a little complacent. "Usually you can see everything, but this time you are wrong."

Cecily felt a little owed when she heard it, and seeing Holmes's hand waving the cane suddenly froze, she couldn't help but let out a narrow laugh.

He walked up to Cecily, and her height gave her a sense of oppression.

Cecily's smile gradually disappeared.

"I thought you would have something to say to me." He didn't pursue it, but spoke to her in a very low voice, which made people feel numb.

Only then did Cecily realize that her gift was still in the bag next to her, and she didn't even have a chance to take it out: "Happy birthday... Sherlock Holmes."

Watson was stunned for a moment, and just about to speak, he found that the atmosphere between the two was a bit unusual.

Holmes laughed when he heard what he wanted to hear, and walked briskly around the sofa, and walked into his room. The door was left open, and Watson and Cecily could see him throwing his coat on the bed. , hung the hat behind the door, and walked out again while tugging at the collar of his shirt.

"The weather is really hot today, which is very rare." Holmes' eyes were always glued to Cecily, and he sat on the edge of his usual seat, "Sylvester, I I remember that you liked this sofa very much."

Cecily: ...

"When I'm drunk, I'm holding on to the sofa and I don't want to get off."

Cecily: ...

"After finally removing you, you ran back again."

Cecily: ...

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"I don't know the last sentence." She was honest.

Holmes smiled inexplicably: "Well, it looks like today's afternoon tea will be very lively, and I have asked Mrs. Hudson to bring the scones."

In fact, the current Watson has not developed to the point where Sherlock Holmes is a friend who can talk about everything, so the person who provokes the lively atmosphere is naturally Cecily.

"Speaking of which, this apartment seems to be different from the last time I came here." Cecily blinked.

Watson was rather interested: "Really?"

"What I'm more concerned about is, have you left your observation skills in your outpatient room?" Holmes said in a lazy tone. "I thought you could see a clear difference."

Cecily laughed for a while: "The obvious difference is naturally because of the new residents. What I want to express is that Mrs. Hudson really didn't blame you? The bullet holes in this wall don't look like they were pressed by hand." .”

Holmes pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, while his roommate was already laughing shamelessly.

"Also, I noticed that there seem to be a few more exhaust pipes." Cecily looked at Holmes with interest. "It seems that your smoking habit is more exaggerated than before."

Holmes snorted and was about to speak.

"In fact, you can hardly imagine the state of his smoking," Watson complained when he talked about this, "I came out of the room that day, and I thought I had gone to heaven—a whole room full of cigarettes, I really I suspect that he is going to become a fairy."

Cecily looked at Holmes with a little pride, showing a smug smile: "It seems that I have to take back my birthday present, so as not to encourage your bad habits."

"A pipe? Then you may not be too perfunctory to me. I remember that you confiscated the one you confiscated and haven't returned it to me," Holmes said disdainfully. The status in my heart has really dropped, and I don’t care about my birthday present at all.”

After saying this, the three present were a little stunned.

It's so misleading to say this.

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