Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

Sleep can make people feel happy, but this kind of 'sleep' that is forced to faint is not a good experience for Cecily.

Cecily closed her eyes, feeling her own bumps and swaying, not the one on a carriage, but like on a boat, she could hear the sound of water waves beating and the roar of the engine, maybe it was a small steamboat.

Cautiously opened her eyes a slit, Cecily looked at the place where she was being held, and after finding that there was no one else, she boldly opened her eyes.

There was nothing in the small cabin on the ship, just an old-looking bed and an oil-stained table. The clock on the table told Cecily that it was 57:[-] and that she was hungry, but she was not sure. Is it just the right time to regain sobriety.

Not daring to move, Cecily quickly thought about her situation.

I was in the coffee shop, and I should have been knocked unconscious by the violinist. Now, it took about five to six hours to send a sleeping woman from Paddington Street to On a ship, whoever did it, Cecily felt unlikely that she would be on land for too long, and the closest thing she could do was to go to the Thames.Assuming that the other party sent him away non-stop after knocking him unconscious, then he had spent at least four hours on the Thames, and the ship was still sailing.

Apparently, the other party didn't seem to have any intention of hurting herself, and even just knocked her unconscious in the room without binding her.

The person who knocked her out was the violinist. After knocking himself out, what should the violinist do with her?How should I take myself away from the private room without leaving a trace?Is this agent a long-time employee of the coffee shop or an impostor?

Cecily quickly peeled cocoons in her mind.

Paddington Street is not a deserted street. If you want to take yourself away smoothly, it must be organized and premeditated.

So here comes the question, are their fixed targets just themselves, or do they take away all the gorgeously dressed girls who are left alone?

If the opponent's goal is himself, then how much does Davis account for in such a plan?

Something about Davis... Moriarty?So did he take advantage of Davis to make an appointment with himself-was it Davis' handwriting, or was Davis being used?

If the other party just wanted to kidnap her, what was their purpose?

Cecily didn't even think that she could be so calm. After thinking about it, she sat up and moved her stiff body to check if she was missing anything - although she didn't bring anything, but money and other valuables It is indeed important information that there are no accessories, especially the brooch. Cecily is sure that the price of this brooch must be very high. They didn't even take this, which shows that they don't care about the money.

If it is a crime with no fixed target, then there will always be one of them... If the former is the case, he will definitely be ransacked, right?

If the other party's target was her, why did she choose to stun her instead of drugging her...

Apart from being knocked out, Cecily was not abused, she was not searched, and she was not even tied up. The other party did not seem to want to hurt her.Cecily is more inclined that the other party is coming for the Sylvester family. After all, the benefits that the Sylvester family can get are much more cost-effective than a brooch. Treating yourself well may be so that Rice will not be taken away after the kidnapping is over. Li offended too much.

Wait, if you don't want to offend Leslie by taking good care of yourself... this is not a gang of villains... but a potential partner or competitor?Otherwise, wouldn't my treatment be too good?

Davis's suspicion suddenly became bigger.

At this point, it became clear that this was not a ploy by a villain to blackmail Sylvester's family by beating him unconscious for money, but a request for greater benefits.

In this case, Leslie must have received the news, so I just need to try my best to ensure my safety and wait for rescue. Her small body does not support her disobedience to the premeditated kidnapper, as long as she pretends to be weak and let him or them relax their vigilance That's right.

Cecily lay back on the bed carefully, not letting the old bed make too much noise—pretending to be asleep, so as not to be knocked out or have more restraints on her hands and feet after she woke up.

The tense nerves relaxed slightly, and Cecily's stomach and intestines reminded her that she was still on the boat-she hated this bumpy feeling that she couldn't keep her feet on the ground!

Cecily didn't dare to let herself go to sleep. Amidst the noisy sounds that made her uncomfortable and the perhaps sour smell of the sheets, she tried her best to distinguish the sounds from the outside world.

After the clock told her that it was nine o'clock, the sound of the engine stopped abruptly. Finally, a different sound alarmed Cecily, and her hairs almost stood on end.

It was the sound of footsteps, probably more than one person, and then the sound of unlocking—sure enough, there was another lock outside this room.

Cecily was glad that she did not act rashly.

"She hasn't woken up yet," a gruff male voice whispered, "I don't know why sir let us guard her so tightly, but she's just a weak bitch."

"Whatever it is," the other voice was also rough, but it was a little better than the previous one, "Do your job well, and just hand over her later."

"Is there no one on the shore?"

"The fisherman's family has made arrangements, and there is no one. We will send her away later."

Cecily pretended to be asleep and didn't even dare to open her eyes. She was trying to treat herself like the patient who had been anesthetized under the scalpel before.

"It's not allowed to be tied with a rope... What if I wake up?" one person said.

"I'll go back, if she wakes up, I'll just give her some supplements," the gruff male voice got a little impatient, "I thought you'd have a share of the medicine my husband gave you, so don't pretend here."

Cecily's scalp tingled.

It was easy for her to guess that the "medicine" they mentioned meant "drugs". She was relieved when she was nervous... Fortunately, they were greedy for ink, otherwise she would really...she would rather be beaten than touch that thing!Not even a drop!

Briefly, she thought of Holmes.

Feeling that she was being dragged up and carried on someone's body, Cecily felt a little disgusted. This posture was not friendly to her already distorted stomach, not to mention the strong smell of inferior tobacco from that person. Some fishy smell that seemed to come from the river.

want to vomit.

Xixi almost exhausted all his strength just to suppress the urge to vomit.

After getting off the boat, Cecily felt much better, and finally had the time to open her eyes a little bit. This posture prevented her from seeing anything, and also prevented others from noticing what she was looking at.

There are clumps of small houses by the river, which may be the place where fishermen and boatmen live. As far as Cecily can see, all the lights are extinguished, only a little light, the strong light from the pier and the light that the kidnappers are holding. .

"The car is here."

said the gruff man.

"Just throw it up, don't go into the house, there are handcuffs on the carriage or something."

Before Cecily could remain silent, she was thrown into the carriage. This time they used handcuffs to restrain her hands and feet, and stuffed a piece of cloth (she was thankful that it was at least clean) to gag her mouth, and then she knew The man got out of the carriage.

"This woman is quite pretty, I don't know if she is that mistress," they spoke obscenely outside, "It's just a pity that I can't touch it..."

"Stop delusional!"

After laughing awkwardly, Cecily knew that the people outside got into the carriage and drove away ahead.

Without further ado, Cecily sat up and slightly opened the curtains on the carriage—the two seemed to be inexperienced or careless, and they just handcuffed her in front of her. Action is still not hindered.

The sound of the horse's hooves did not prevent Cecily from hearing the children playing.

After hearing someone call "Kawei", the carriage stopped.

Not on the side where Cecily opened the curtains, she saw the children walking towards her—maybe they wanted to go back to the pier.

So late, why are these kids gathering here?

Cecily held her breath and made a decision in an instant.

"Hey buddy, I thought you knew I was busy with my husband's work!" The man driving the horse said dissatisfied.

Cecily was extremely excited, but her hands did not tremble. This is the quality of a surgeon. Her hands have always been stable and dexterous. She took off the brooch in this awkward posture.

"That's why I asked you to bring a letter to Moran—"

"Be respectful!"

When Cecily heard that name, she froze. The children got closer. Cecily wasn't sure if she would make a loud noise when she dropped the brooch.

"Okay, okay, then you take this letter to Mr.

After a few seconds, the two seemed to have no desire to talk, and the carriage drove again.

Closer to those kids.

Cecily almost hesitated—what if those children stopped the carriage after picking up this brooch?

But she threw the brooch out anyway.

This is the best way than waiting for an opportunity that does not know whether it will appear again.

The brooch was not too heavy, and the sound of falling on the ground was covered by the sound of horseshoes—but fortunately, it was crystal, which shone brilliantly under the moonlight.

The last little boy saw the brooch and bent down to pick it up.

"Hey! Francis, what did you find?"

>>>>>>>>>>>

"I have to go back to Baker Street." Sherlock couldn't sit still, and stood up to say goodbye to his brother. "I think..."

"Is there any difference between you on Baker Street and here?" Mycroft said calmly, "Leslie didn't entrust this case to you."

Sherlock's face suddenly became very ugly.

But Mycroft didn't seem to realize it, and sat lazily: "Leslie won't entrust his sister's safety to a fledgling detective, even if you are my brother."

"Don't be so nervous, Sherlock, although he won't give it to you, but you are my brother, I will give it to you," Mycroft smiled abruptly, "If there is Moran here in Leslie I’ll tell you about the intelligence, your intelligence—”

He lowered his voice. "Whether it's from the bum or your little ones—"

Then he restores the volume:

"Telegram to Leslie, or have someone send it over. Don't worry, no one will pay attention to your movements. I will tell Leslie that my information has passed through you. Now it is inconvenient for me to get involved with Leslie."

Sherlock nodded wildly, and hurried out.

Mycroft rose slowly after this, and asked the butler to fetch his hat and coat.

His brother rushed into the night like this, and Mycroft didn't remind him, maybe it was to give Sherlock a chance to return to Sylvester Manor, or maybe it was to calm him down in the night in London.

Sherlock, who walked out of the manor, was blown by the cold wind, and his hot brain finally recovered a little calm. He realized that he had left his coat in the manor, but he didn't want to take the things he had forgotten in front of his brother's eyes. It made him uncomfortable.

He thought hard about the case.

According to Mr. Sylvester, if that person asks for something from him, then Sisi——Sylvester’s safety does not need to be worried in the short term at least, but he just can’t help it, can’t help it. Worry.

How was she taken away?Maybe she will be bound by ropes, or she has lost consciousness, he can almost imagine her helpless and helpless face.He hated the feeling of being powerless, like at Hunter Manor in Green Village, he knew she was in prison, but he couldn't do anything but wait for his suspect to move, there was nothing he could do but wait.

He really, hated this feeling, especially after he had just realized that he had such emotions-no matter what the final result would be, he didn't want her to suffer any harm.

Not at all.

See you again.

see her again...

The night temperature made him shiver.He realized that his mind was wandering uncontrollably.

Don't be a fool, he told himself.

At least now he could do something for her, other than wait.

Holmes took a deep breath and walked quickly through the night.

He needs the cold wind to wake him up and think about the next step.

He had to admit that the moment he heard the news of her disappearance his mind went blank, or rather he was completely filled with emotion for her.

Calm down—Sherlock.

calm down.

The author has something to say: emmmm said yesterday that the heroine is not online!Come today.

However, good brother Leslie is not online today.

I remember I told you that it will end at the end of this month, and that's almost the same plot.

Then I deleted all the numbers of my previous penguin group...I don't remember the ones that appeared in the chapter...Anyway, don't add it...because it is going to be disbanded.

Regarding the extra episode, I don't know whether to write about the current situation, it will depend on the situation at that time.I will write the newly opened advance receipt, but I don’t know if it’s winter vacation or summer vacation. If you don’t want to lose me, you can accept it. Just treat it as a little bit more points for me. I know that I didn’t write the theme or mention it in the copywriting, so I saved it. I'll just think it's you who loves me/laugh and cry

Yesterday, the double update was abused by the data again. Thinking about my wish to touch the tail of the gold list in my lifetime, even if it is more, I should not be able to realize it. The data of the pp and other people next door are very good. I think I can’t blame Lao Fu but myself (I can’t bear to blame Lao Fu anyway). My plot may not be compact enough, the reasoning is weak, and the emotional line is too slow. theme.Maybe reading my article is just because of a single old blessing/juanfu, no matter who writes it, it will be the same, and the mentality will collapse in that second.Fortunately, there are still manuscripts saved so that the code will not affect the update.After thinking about it, I have always coded for him, and it seems that there is nothing unacceptable. Let’s just treat it as self-cutting. Anyway, I seem to be a very twisted person. Once I start writing, I will always finish it. Anyway, I want to be right. Live my idol (I am definitely not the one who wants to abandon the pit countless times).Looking at the comments again, I feel somewhat comforted. Although the collection is not good, the girls who are watching are willing to chat with me (forget it, the ratio of comments and subscriptions is really high, especially when it is said that it will be updated. Below), have been warmed up.This article has been written in a burst of enthusiasm, and I stayed up until the early morning when it was [-] days a day. I read each chapter twice before posting. At least I think what I wrote has improved, and I have gained a lot. The partners are already very happy, thank you for coming.

Sensational once, I don't want to say this when it's over.Every day should be happy.

It may be a relatively fragile person, or it may be more melancholy in the middle of the night, and it feels like selling misery for comfort, so let’s not do it, I just want to say it suddenly.If you comment, please talk about the plot/laugh