Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

This point has not reached the peak of eating, but the cafeteria is still noisy.Perhaps the Echo is standard in canteens everywhere.Even if the tone is slightly raised, the whole cafeteria can hear it.

What Cecily and Holmes wanted to talk about was not too secretive, but it was best not to be heard by others.The two had a tacit understanding of the same position.

After that, Holmes asked Cecily to wait on the spot, and he went to cook.

"You are lucky today. Probably the chef behind finally remembered to make a creamy soup. You should be thankful that the cream in this cafeteria is more generous, not like the cafeteria of the school of architecture. The cream seems to be symbolic. Add some, it tastes a bit creamy but weak and makes people feel awkward."

Cecily got up quickly to take the plate, and couldn't help but said, "I should go to cook with you. You have a plate in your hand, and I feel a little scared when I see it."

"Ha," he put his own plate on the table, "don't worry, I won't make you hungry."

His cheerful appearance infected Cecily, and she couldn't help but relax a little: "Stable."

than a thumbs up.

Holmes handed the knife and fork to Cecily, who took it with both hands.

Smoked chicken legs, vegetable salad, and creamy soup. I haven't seen what's in it.

Cecily is usually used to running a small stove by herself, but she is not used to coming to the cafeteria once in a while.

"As a matter of fact, my tutor did not allow me to talk at the dinner table, but since my brother and I both left home, we have both abandoned this habit. I don't know that Mr. Sylvester—"

"Just call me Sylvester." Cecily took a sip of the soup and quickly put it down to answer him. "I don't mind. My family has always been very harmonious, so I don't care about these details."

Cecily especially wanted to say that you can call me by my first name. After thinking about it, the name "Larry" she uses now is not her real name, so she didn't think so anymore. Sylvester is still her Own.

But in this day and age, it is very rare to call each other names.

"Then correspondingly, you can also call me Holmes directly," Holmes frowned as he forked a piece of lettuce into his mouth, thinking for a while, "Speaking of which, I happen to know someone—and Two Sylvesters."

Cecily's heart skipped a beat.

"is it?"

"Hmm... it's my brother's good friend Leslie Sylvester, and his sister, I don't know you...?"

"If you're talking about Leslie and Cecily, then I'm familiar with it," Cecily said, "I went to Cambridge University to study, and I stayed at Leslie's house for a few days. .Although they are both in London, Leslie's is closer to Cambridge after all."

Cecily did not speak more clearly, lest she would be suspected if she said too much.Larry Sylvester was her cousin, who just lived on the other side of London and had recently gone to sea.

"Understood," Holmes nodded, not dwelling on the topic. "Okay, then, let me talk to you about the identity of the victim."

The victim was Abigail Smith, the daughter of a blacksmith by name.She is in a fiancé relationship with Taylor of the School of Architecture.This time I came to school to find Taylor.

But from Scotland Yard's information, they got Taylor's statement that Taylor met her around lunch time, at a quarter past eleven, and he didn't know why Miss Smith came so early and died here.The whole classroom can vouch for him, and he was in the classroom where he was teaching engineering graphics.

Cecily had no preference for the creamy soup, but chose to drink it because of Holmes' recommendation. She drank it slowly and listened.

"I think it might not be that simple, so it took me a while," Holmes swallowed the food in his mouth, "I found out about Miss Smith's residence, hung out in nearby bars and churches for a while, and took a lot of lessons from me. later life."

In the face of such death news, people are determined to be indifferent.

Holmes picked a good time, sitting in the confessional of the church during the daytime confession, and remembering to go to the bar for a drink after afternoon classes.

"So have you ruled it out from the motive? Vendetta or murder for money - if it is the daughter of a blacksmith, the living environment may be relatively limited, and you can indeed find information from the vicinity of your residence and work?"

"That's right." Holmes agreed, "I've seen a photo of Miss Smith. Although it looks a little dated, but from the attitude of her fiancé combined with this photo, there is no doubt that Miss Smith is a very attractive woman. As far as I guess, a beautiful woman who came to see her fiancé naturally focused on dressing up. Thinking so, it is indeed possible for money. But killing people for money may not have the courage to come here, and it may not be It would make such a fire, I'm not so sure."

Cecily nodded frequently.

From the words of the neighbors, Holmes judged that the living environment of this person was simple, and the possibility of aggression was not very high, and what he couldn't understand was why the murderer chose Cambridge University as the location of the crime if it was a deliberate murder.After all, if he really wanted to kill someone, there were many places he could choose, and there were many places that would not be discovered. He walked around Smith's house and felt that there were many suitable places to commit the crime.

He didn't think about the motive first, but looked at the location of the crime—is there anyone who has a relationship with Cambridge University, Mr. Taylor, and Miss Smith at the same time.

"Looking at you, did you find it?" Cecily couldn't help laughing.

"Maybe I have to be sorry, I really didn't communicate with you this week, in fact, I didn't have much time to stay in school—"

Sylvester has been looking at him, telling him to talk is a bit...

Perhaps a little uncomfortable.

Too sincere to hide.

Cecily leaned back in the chair quickly and waved her hands: "No, no."

After thinking about it, I felt that I was exaggerating too much, so I looked at Mr. Holmes seriously.

"I'd say you're reasoning very—"

He stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking.

Whether it's charming or attractive, it feels really weird to say it in person, especially since Cecily feels gay at the moment as Larry Sylvester and not as a woman.

So she naturally cut to the next sentence.

"I'm always very interested in this process of unraveling cocoons. I'm a person who can only dream about it—whether it's the candlewick theory or something from the beginning. I definitely don't have the practical ability like you, sir. I've been very, very grateful to hear you tell these stories -- I mean really, very -- I mean it's been great."

Her tone was too sincere and unfeigned, and the small pauses in her words seemed to be incoherent with excitement.

He looked away slightly: "It's not that exaggerated."

Then he forcibly changed the topic back.

Holmes has indeed been found, Mr. Cosmore.He was a young man who had recently moved into the Smith neighborhood and had a good relationship with Miss Smith.He was two years younger than Taylor and also attended the School of Architecture.

Holmes saw him in the church. He looked pale and weak, which also made Holmes feel a little strange. After all, it is the middle of the semester, and not everyone can run out to the church early in the morning like him. —And even if you really want to wander, the church in the school is fine.

In fact, he didn't recognize this little Mr. Cosmo at first, but accidentally bumped into him when he passed by, and dropped out his student ID card.

"If handling a case requires luck, there is no doubt that you will score at least 99 points in this wave, otherwise you will have to spend some time inquiring."

This deliberate crash is really, really powerful.

Even though Cecily looked at Mr. Holmes with an idol aura, she couldn't help but laugh at this moment.

"I have to say, I bumped into him with the idea that he might be a student of Cambridge University. I probably forgot to mention it earlier. I was trying to find Miss Smith's connection with Cambridge University, so I was looking for someone to chat with in the bar. Sometimes the topic is brought to this direction."

"So that's what you said," she paused, coughed, lowered her voice and pretended he was speaking, "'I can find him because I know I'm looking for him', is that so?"

There was some pride in the corners of his eyes, and there was something unique to young people: "You really can't be more suitable for saying that."

The two smiled at each other.

"Then what's next?" Cecily covered her mouth and smiled, and felt that such a boy's behavior was too much for a girl to let go, "I guess you haven't talked to that... um... Mr Cosmore, otherwise Scotland Yard would have declared the case closed by now—”

"Indeed not, because after I got to know him, I first inquired about other news." He leaned back in the chair and readjusted his sitting posture, "At first I did find out that a student from Cambridge University was in contact with Miss Smith and lived in the same block, but before I could get to know him better, I bumped into this Mr. Cosmo, who, by coincidence, appeared in the church confessional."

"I guess you're listening to the priest's confession in the little room where the priest stayed?" Cecily went on quickly, "but I guess—he didn't say anything."

"He didn't say anything," Holmes paused deliberately, seeing that she was obviously more interested, and he also found some feelings, "but his condition is indeed very bad. So that night in the bar, I focused on understanding this person."

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