Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

Fortunately, now that Cecily is a man, Watson naturally doesn't think too much about it. He just thinks it's rare that Holmes has such a good friend. You know, people who usually come to Baker Street, except Scotland Yard, are clients.And Sylvester was a guest whom Holmes had specially ordered to treat him well, so it wasn't wrong to look closer.

Watson felt that he was not mistaken. Holmes in front of Cecily looked almost... a little docile.

At least...he doesn't even smoke now.

"I thought I was already serious," Cecily rubbed her hands on the bag subconsciously, "at least in the short term, I don't have the heart to give anyone any more presents."

Holmes immediately understood what was happening. He snorted softly and didn't speak any more. He closed his eyes a little bit like a big cat whose fur has been brushed.

Seeing that their mutual friend Holmes was unwilling to speak any more, the two doctors spontaneously resumed their chat, so as not to cool down the atmosphere.

Holmes sat in his own position, with his eyes closed, his fingers pressed together, and his brows stretched out. This was probably a rare time of leisure. He was not actually thinking, so he would not dislike the two of them for disturbing the operation of his brain.

Cecily paid attention to Holmes at the beginning, but she seemed to be taking a break later, so she simply ignored him and chatted with Watson about the feasibility of opening a clinic on Baker Street.

"Although the location on Baker Street is good, the rent is too expensive," Cecily said very pertinently, "You can go a little to the outskirts of the city, and the rent can be reduced by a quarter."

"Speaking of which, Dr. Sylvester—"

"Just call me Sylvester."

"Then correspondingly, you can also call me Watson."

The two smiled tacitly.

Holmes frowned.

"Speaking of which, according to your resume, I think running a clinic is much more relaxing than working in a hospital, and the benefits are quite high. I heard Holmes say that your work in the hospital seems to be very busy?"

Cecily also thought about the possibility of opening a clinic by herself, but in the end she vetoed it: "It's not impossible, but I'm very lazy. If no one assigns tasks, my clinic will be open in about ten days." The door cannot be opened for eight days."

Both of them laughed.

Holmes opened his eyes a little, seeing his two friends talking happily there, while the cheek of the one he was more concerned about at the moment was a little flushed.

His throat rolled and he didn't speak again.

"No, no, I believe Sylvester, you are not such a lazy person. I guess, you chose to stay in the hospital because you can get in touch with more cases? In fact, accumulation is essential for young doctors Yes." Watson was sure, he could see that the person in front of him was not the kind of lazy doctor.

Cecily nodded frequently: "What you said really makes sense, I almost believed it."

The two laughed again.

Holmes wanted to sneer at Watson, you didn't see that she deeply loves surgery, of course she is not satisfied with just opening a clinic...

"Actually, I prefer surgery," Cecily said with some embarrassment, "I have more contact with large hospitals."

Watson immediately expressed his admiration: "The first time I saw you, I noticed that you have the temperament of a surgeon. You are calm and decisive. You must be a very good surgeon!"

Holmes: It's strange. I've never seen her talk so much.And why is Watson's way of praising people so diverse all of a sudden?Sylvester was, of course, a very good surgeon; he had known that for a long time.

Watson: If there is a clinic...

Cecily: ...

Holmes: How long does it take to talk about a clinic?

Cecily: ...

Watson: ...

Holmes: It's not over yet?

He was a little unhappy, but there seemed to be no reason to be unhappy.His friends became friends, he should be happy.

But he just wasn't happy.

Did Sylvester have any self-awareness?Obviously, he always pretended to be reticent before.

This topic came to an end, and Cecily almost got carried away and undid the top buttons of her shirt, but she suddenly remembered that she was a fake man without an Adam's apple, and she just pulled it and it didn't move.Then she finally remembered to give Holmes some of her attention.

After noticing that Cecily's eyes fell on him, Holmes closed his eyes completely and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Holmes, I have to thank you for introducing me to such a good friend," she said with a smile on her face. In fact, it was almost a long time ago for her to have such a happy chat." It seems that people are divided into groups to a certain extent."

So she was still talking about Watson.

Holmes wanted to speak, but Watson picked him up.

"They are all people who can bear Holmes. I think the topic is indispensable." Watson smiled narrowly. "In a sense, they can be regarded as difficult brothers?"

Holmes sat up while Watson was speaking, and looked at him dissatisfied.

This is talking bad about him to his face!

Cecily was about to say something, but was interrupted by Holmes.

"I thought there was nothing exciting about me..."

unbearable disadvantage.

Holmes felt that there was still a chance of salvage.

"Holmes, I thought that very few people could stand your non-stop talking for an hour, and the next three days of silence, oh no silence, I almost forgot that your violin is very active in expressing your thoughts , the whole street can hear your violin crying - how can you play such an ugly tune with it?"

Cecily couldn't help laughing when she heard such words, but was glared at by Holmes - she subconsciously suppressed her laughter.

Holmes' attention was easily attracted by her moist eyes. He snorted softly and stood up. The eyes of both of them were on him. He took a few quick steps and arrived beside Cecily, slightly Bending down, he picked up the violin he had left on the ground, turned around the sofa slightly, twirled his toes on the ground, and walked to the window as if he was dancing.

"Sylvester," he didn't put the piano on the stand, but just held it steadily, looking at Cecily against the light, "I remember you haven't endured the noise that resounded through Baker Street?"

Cecily was suddenly a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer. She... She really wanted to listen to Holmes' violin, but she didn't expect it to be like this, and who knew what he meant? Impromptu sawing a piece of wood?

Holmes probably saw what was going on in Cecily's mind, and smiled softly, turned his body away from the light, turned his wrist with a little force, and the piano rested on his shoulders.

The bow cut down with all its strength——

"Squeak-yah-"

Cecily shrank her neck in fright and covered her ears, but she didn't know that her antics like blowing fur amused the gentleman who looked downcast and concentrated on "playing".

The bow was pulled back, and the violin finally made the correct sound at the correct position. The elegant and round sound soothed the eardrums of the two doctors who were almost shattered.

Cecily put down her hand, and glanced at Holmes carefully. His longer fingers pressed on the strings, which reminded her involuntarily of the time when the two were doing experiments together in school a few years ago, but that Sometimes the background music is the discussion among classmates or the sound of flipping through books.

She closed her eyes, feeling that the temperature of the sun was just right, the music of the piano was just right, and everything was just right.

I don't know why, but the impression that comes to my mind is a deer running in the forest, that kind of light and agile feeling, dyed with the fresh air of the forest, and the quiet and peaceful colors.It has to be said that when Holmes plays a tune seriously, few people can refuse such a beautiful tone.

After the thin vibrato, the sound of the piano faded away, and Cecily slowly opened her eyes and saw...

He is laughing.

Holmes put down the piano and bowed slightly, as if the performance was over, but no one would regard him as a busker. He possessed a bearing that ordinary actors did not possess, and perhaps it was not an exaggeration to say that he was an artist.

But at this time, Cecily was not as usual, always praising her immediately.

"To tell you the truth, I thought you were going to show off your logging skills in front of your friends, but luckily you know where you went astray," Watson rolled his eyes, "It's such a great show, isn't it? Sylvester?"

Holmes's interest was suddenly halved.

Fortunately, Cecily still has a conscience, and she recovered from such beautiful music: "It's great, Holmes, it's one of London's misfortunes that you didn't become a musician, I mean...you are too talented as an artist." Temperament."

It is probably because the science students are used to it, and the mouth suddenly becomes a little clumsy.

She tilted her head and thought, "Anyway, solving the case won't save the British, gentleman, don't you really think about using music to heal people's hearts?"

"Studying medicine can't save the British, and solving crimes can't save the British. Can music do it?" Laughter overflowed from his mouth, and he became happy again. "As for the artistic temperament, if such illusory things really exist, Then it can only come from my grandmother who was a painter."

Watson looked a little surprised.

Holmes put down the violin and returned to his seat: "Watson, put away your surprised expression, I am not a person who has no relatives or asexual reproduction by myself, or was not reproduced by a human... I know you In my eyes, I can't be regarded as a normal person, but obviously, I am also a person with my own family and friends, the latter of which you have already met."

Watson was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized that, well, he should have known that Holmes could always see what was in his mind.

Holmes smiled smugly: "As for you, Sylvester, what are you thinking now?"

Cecily didn't expect that he didn't directly use his special method to speculate on her inner thoughts. For some reason, she was a little happy, and her eyes wandered a little, but the smile couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

"My mind is empty, no wonder you can't figure out what I'm thinking," she rolled her eyes, "Anyway, I don't know what I'm thinking."

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