Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

It was obviously a birthday present for her, why did she return the gift?

Holmes weighed the package in his hand—a heavy notebook, possibly a notebook, or a soft-covered book.

He carefully opened the package with a paper knife.

God knows he's always liked hand tearing.

It's anatomy notes...

He couldn't help being a little surprised when he opened the thick book.It’s not that he has never seen Sylvester’s notebooks, but she prefers to write them in books. She also gave him a well-written chemistry notebook a long time ago, but there is no one like this Ben also brought out her personality completely, and he hadn't even seen her make this notebook.

Think about it, anatomy was an early course, maybe the two were not familiar with each other at that time.

The handwriting on the side has grown significantly, including the drawing level of the owner of the note. At the beginning, it was only the simplest and even distorted structure diagram. Later, the drawing became more and more accurate. The handwriting has been neat and tidy from the beginning It's - well, it's wild and uninhibited.

Looking at Cecily's current handwriting, Holmes almost forgot that she was also a good student who wrote English letters one by one and was good at cursive.

When he saw her handwriting, he couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy.

It turned out that he had known her for so long and was so familiar with her, that he remembered her habit of taking notes, and also remembered her... sitting beside him, taking notes, reading or chatting.

He didn't realize that the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

She never told him that she also dabbled in forensics, if she had known earlier, the relationship between them would not be as sparse as it is now.

In fact, this notebook may be more suitable for Watson, as the assistant should be used.

"Did the lady return your gift, Holmes..."

Holmes closed the notebook with a snap, put it into the small box, and locked the box under the desk. His movements were extremely fast, and there was a startling click when the box closed.

"Ok?"

He stood upright, with only his fingers resting on the table.

Watson: ...

"Well, I don't ask." Watson walked into his room pretending not to care, and turned around suddenly when he reached the door. "Then about the bouquet...how did the lady respond?"

Holmes frowned, and Watson's performance was obviously not an ordinary response: "What response are you talking about?"

Watson wanted to finish the complete flower language, but felt that Holmes' behavior didn't seem like the other party responded to the meaning of those flowers, so he asked tentatively, "Does she like those flowers?"

Holmes frowned and relaxed: "She doesn't have much research on flowers. Not everyone will give someone a bouquet of flowers by flipping through the flower language book like you."

Watson pouted.

Well, Holmes' friends are Sherlock Holmes too.

So are female friends.

With Sunday fast approaching, Cecily had to socialize once again in a long skirt.Although it is troublesome, everyone has a love for beauty, anyway, she has to wear it, and she will also choose something that looks good. This year's popular style in London is still to tie the waist tightly.

Women make themselves like bees, the smaller the waist the better, the bigger the hip pads the better.

In a gray-blue dress and a pearl necklace, Cecily watched the maid coil up her long hair, feeling a little melancholy inexplicably.I kept my hair covered all the time before, because Leslie didn't want her to cut it off... Although Cecily seldom appears now, it is more convenient for her to cut her hair short and wear a long-haired wig, Leslie didn't want to either.Cecily was always deferring to Leslie in such small matters.

She refused the maid's offer to make up for herself, but picked up the powder cream on the table by herself.

In fact, she was a little apprehensive. She felt that maybe today they would break up unhappy.

Browns was already waiting downstairs. When Cecily went downstairs with her skirt in hand, she saw Browns talking to her brother.

"Sissy," Leslie noticed Cecily first, and helped her go downstairs, "Then, Browns, I'll hand over my sister to you this afternoon."

Browns' affectionate gaze seemed to be able to wrap Cecily, and his expression was extraordinarily gentle.

"I'll take good care of her."

He stood beside Cecily and bent his arms.

Cecily glanced at her brother hesitantly, and Leslie patted her lightly, telling her to go out with confidence.Cecily put her hand on Browns' elbow... Browns gave a low laugh.

"Don't be too nervous, Miss Sylvester." He walked a lot slower than usual, in order to take care of Cecily's pace.

Cecily smiled shyly and said nothing more.

"You are very shy today, Miss Sylvester," Browns said with a smile after getting into the carriage, "I was just thinking, can I call you Cecily?"

Cecily was stunned for a moment. In fact, Browns had said this, and Cecily agreed at the time, but then he changed his words for some reason.

"I promised you, Browns," she called him by his name very easily, after all, she was used to calling him when he was dressing up men's clothing, "I don't know how you arranged today?"

"I thought you'd already seen it. I sent the letter to Sylvester's house," Browns said, seeing Cecily's blank face, and his expression turned a little pale. "Maybe you're not at home, and Leslie forgot Hand it over to you."

Cecily responded with a low voice.

Looking at her bowing her head, Browns couldn't help feeling soft again.How did he fall in love with her?He also couldn't remember it, but he knew that he was more willing to get along with her than those celebrities and ladies who wanted to welcome but refused.

When she was dressed like a girl, she always looked a little too quiet and didn't talk much, but he knew that she was in medicine, in her own field, she could talk, and the way she spoke was full of confidence , a spirituality and brightness that no lady he has ever seen has.

After seeing that side of her, it was hard for him to refuse to see such a gentle and pleasant side.

"It's Hamlet," he said, looking tenderly at her. "I heard Leslie say you like Shakespeare."

Cecily: ...

It’s over.

Does Leslie really dislike Browns?

She thinks that Shakespeare is very powerful, but she is not interested in sonnets and dramas at all, and even feels sleepy after listening to them.

It feels like someone sent you a ticket to a movie that he thought you liked but actually you didn't like and asked you out to see it. You can't transfer it to others and it seems very confusing to refute it now.

Hey, what is a movie ticket?

Cecily didn't have time to think too much, so she took up the topic: "The Prince's Revenge, it's really interesting, and Hamlet's psychological transformation is also very interesting, I wonder which scene I watched today?"

"The first scene," he said with a smile, "if you like it, you can come again next time."

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"Kander's Hamlet," said Holmes, waving his cane, "I hope, Watson, that your recommendation will not disappoint me."

"Disappointed or not, it's better than sitting at home and punching through the walls," Watson noted Holmes staring at him, "stop—Holmes, a drama will never delay your case. "

"Ha! You always talk too much, Dr. Watson. Absolute, sure, and must are not good words without definite grounds..." He raised his hat, just in time to notice that a carriage was parked Opposite of the road.

"Holmes?" Watson noticed that Holmes had stopped moving, and followed Holmes' line of sight.

There was the family emblem of the Duke of Browns on the carriage, and Mr. Browns got out of the car quickly and then reached out to help.

He saw her.

She may have acted cautiously and hesitantly, handed Browns her hand, and then got out of the carriage with his support.

Although she was wearing a hat and a black veil, he didn't know what her figure would look like in a dress—but he knew it immediately, it would be her.

It seemed that he had imagined what she was like, but he didn't seem to, but when this image appeared in front of him, he knew that he was irresistible.

From time to time, Mycroft would mention a word or two about her marriage to provoke him deliberately. After being troubled, he restrained his thoughts, but when the two of them exchanged letters, he couldn't help tempting... her temptation to him Without realizing it, he put it aside.

Sherlock takes this as evidence that he doesn't care, trying to convince himself that he doesn't have extra emotion.

But those hidden struggles and weak lobbying are definitely not comparable to the collapse at this moment—he saw with his own eyes that she was holding another man's arm gracefully about to watch a play, the seedling that was crushed by the stone, Drilled out of the ground.

She should be by his side.

"Holmes?"

Watson didn't know why the friend stopped suddenly.

Holmes' complexion was not very good. He raised his eyebrows and said nonchalantly, "I think it's time for us to go in."

Watson noticed that a man and a woman seemed to be dating, but he didn't understand why his friend's expression suddenly changed. He watched Holmes hurriedly walking towards the theater, trotted a few steps, and then followed his friend's footsteps .

"Cicely, what's the matter?" Browns noticed that Cecily was taken aback suddenly.

Cecily accidentally saw the familiar figure trotting at the entrance of the theater, but she couldn't figure out who it was for a while: "It's nothing, I just seemed to see someone I know."

Browns thought for a moment and understood: "Don't worry, they won't recognize it."

Cecily pursed her lips and smiled: "It's actually quite recognizable, so I don't dare to go out."

"Well, then, if someone is spying on my female partner later, I will find a way to drive them away," Browns said seriously, and sure enough, seeing her unrepressed smile, "Relax."

Cecily still had doubts in her heart, but she didn't say much after all.

Maybe she really thinks too much... She doesn't have much memory of people.

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