Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

Mrs. Hudson was taken aback by her resident. Mr. Holmes had a fair complexion, but he couldn't compare to the paleness at this moment. She didn't even suspect that her resident had experienced a huge blow and even looked a little out of his wits.

"Mr. Holmes—my God, what happened," Mrs. Hudson tried to get his coat, but found that his coat and hat were not on him. "My God—"

"Be quiet, Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock's eyes were a little red, and his tone did not conceal his sternness, "Please don't disturb me."

Mrs. Hudson was taken aback by his sudden attack, and waited until Holmes went upstairs before patting her chest. Standing at the door and looking around, she found nothing special, and then carefully locked the door. .

The lamp was extinguished, and Holmes had no intention of lighting it up. He sat where he would normally sit, bent his knees, and thought. The restlessness disturbed him. He even remembered the day when she was drunk, sitting by his In terms of position, she is petite, with a bewildered look, moist eyes when she looks at him, and some clumsy movements - she is not like this at all, he has seen her look decisive with a scalpel.

He was actually distracted at this moment—he knew why he hated the involvement of emotions, because emotions always played such a role, making him lose his mind and forget what he was supposed to do.

The tyrannical emotions in his heart surged, and Sherlock took a deep breath to force himself to focus again.

What should he do... what should he do...

Sherlock's closed eyes snapped open, damn it, Mycroft had already given a hint——

"Whether it's from the bum or the little ones"

Mycroft's face has never been so punched as it is now. Sherlock doesn't like to obey his brother in everything. Although he admires his brother's mind, he doesn't like Mycroft's "paralysis" in Anle. The style of the chair, which makes him sometimes deliberately go against his brother's ideas, even if sometimes he knows his brother is right.

But this time he wouldn't risk her.

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Cecily let out a long sigh of relief when she saw someone picking up the brooch, hoping that he would sell the brooch for money, anyway, it would be the best thing if the information could be spread.Leslie and Mycroft had a good relationship, and she believed that if there was a real problem Leslie would turn to Mycroft for help, and these two smart brains would never ignore these clues.

The carriage was driving on an unfamiliar road, and Cecily couldn't tell where it was. Anyway, it was out of the boundaries of her usual activities, and it didn't look like a poor area.

About half an hour later, the carriage stopped, and Cecily quickly slumped back and pretended to be asleep.

"Sir, I brought it here."

The voice of the person over there was silky and elegant: "Thank you for your hard work, you did a good job."

Probably after paying the reward, the driver thanked him in a flattering tone, and pulled back the curtain of the carriage.

Moran looked at the person in the car who seemed to be asleep, raised his eyebrows, and carried him down with his own hands—Cecily was pressed by his hand, and turned her face to his chest.This avoids being recognized by others.

In fact, the taste of cologne is much better than the smell of fishy smoke, Cecily comforted herself like this.

He went downstairs and opened the door under the guidance of the waiter in a low voice. She also heard the waiter teasing that the mistress brought by Moran would allow him to 'play' for a while and Moran's response.

This made Cecily extremely sick.

The door is closed, the action is not heavy.

"Then, Miss Sylvester, I think you're awake." Moran threw Cecily on the bed.

Cecily didn't decide whether to act or not.

She dared not move.

"Miss Sylvester must not be so unconfident in me—your stiff body has already told me about your sobriety," Colonel Moran snorted coldly, "Of course, your sobriety poses no threat to me .”

Cecily gritted her teeth, but chose to open her eyes.

"Good girl." Moran smiled like a poisonous snake, he lifted Cecily's chin, "Don't do unnecessary things, Miss Sylvester, please nod if you understand."

His hands were so hard that Cecily could barely move her head.

Damn mentally retarded nod.Cecily's heart exploded.

Moran shouldn't have let Cecily know his identity, but he knew that the girl recognized him after hearing his voice, and he could feel her sudden nervousness after hearing his name.

But this is not something that must be hidden. As long as the professor can get the benefits he wants, then it doesn't matter. Anyway, as long as Moriarty decides to let Miss Sylvester go, the head of the Sylvester family will I can definitely find him. Of course, it would be better to kill him.It's just that now is a critical period, and it is not suitable for killing people.

As soon as he let go, he saw the girl nodding her head, her eyes were moist, as if tears were about to fall.

Heh, I thought there would be some difference, but it turned out that it was not too fragile to be vulnerable.

It's just a woman after all.

Moran let go of his hand in disgust, and snorted coldly.

"The sound insulation here is very good. I suggest you not to shout." He said indifferently, took out the saber from his pocket, cut off a bunch of Cecily's hair, and then disconnected the rope from Cecily's hand, "I think Miss Sylvester knows the times well enough to know what will happen if you disobey me."

"I promise it's more than just hunger."

Cecily hadn't drank water for a long time, she immediately pulled off the cloth strip from her mouth after the rope in her hand was loosened, she stared at him like a really ignorant young lady: "You know What will happen to you if you treat me like this!"

Moran seemed to hear something funny: "Then wish you go back alive in advance, Miss Sylvester."

Satisfied to see his hostage pale, Moran turned and walked out of the room.

Cecily: Is my acting skill up to the mark? He probably didn't see my intelligence... right?

After the door closed, Cecily belatedly began to tremble.

Well, actually she can't do anything.

The conditions here are obviously much better than those on the ship. Cecily judged that this should be the underground room of some private club, which is used for these people to hide their mistresses, etc., so-this double bed is obviously comfortable enough, and the lights are ambiguous and dim. , and even strange lace to create a shadowy atmosphere, and!The bathroom door is actually transparent!

Cecily's heart was almost broken. She hugged the quilt tightly, and facing Moran brought her a lot of mental pressure. She remembered that her brother told her some vague information about Moran and Moriarty. She didn't know Why did she feel so much fear of these two people? She knew how afraid she was deep in her heart.

And Holmes...does he know Moriarty now?She thought of the gentleman in a trance.I couldn't figure out my own train of thought all of a sudden, why should two people be connected together, maybe they are destined to be right.Cecily didn't know.

But after thinking of him, I couldn't stop.

In fact, she would always think of him, but she always forced herself not to think about it. At this moment, she hoped that he could appear again, and no matter what he did, he would appear in front of her quickly.

He was obviously calm all the time, but suddenly his eyes turned a little red.

She forced herself to divert her attention, and her eyes returned to the bathroom door again.

What if Moran is a horny boss, my mother!

Cecily was thinking wildly.

Fortunately, she still recognized the disgust in Moran's eyes, and Cecily could even boldly guess that he didn't seem to like women who were too weak. She knew what she should do... As long as he appeared, she only needed to pretend to be weak Just lower his vigilance.

So now, she only needs to take care of her body and recharge her energy. Of course, it would be best if she had the opportunity to spread the news.

There were no windows in the room, only vents, not even as breathable as the original prison. Cecily was so hungry that she was annoyed that she had forgotten to ask Morant for food just now.

After sitting on the big bed for a while, Cecily fell asleep hungry.

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This is the third time.

Leslie couldn't sleep at all in her bedroom.

This is the third time that Xixi has been put in danger because of herself.

Leslie had a splitting headache. He had been busy dealing with business matters these days and lacked sleep. Now that something happened to Sissy, he began to suffer from insomnia again under anxiety and tension.

The news of Cecily's disappearance was still being concealed, and Leslie could only rely on his own capable men and the strength of Mycroft to find someone.He knew that Mycroft had handed over this matter to his younger brother Sherlock. In fact, he would not have been willing to do it normally, but now, considering that Sherlock and Sissy are friends, no matter what, he would not spread the news. Going out, although he has no reputation, but one more person is more powerful, and it is enough not to be a hindrance.

Sylvester's family training will not allow anyone to trample on Sylvester's dignity, and Leslie will definitely raise the butcher knife for revenge.

Leslie simply didn't sleep anymore, and took out a map of London in the study.

Where will Cecily appear?

He circled the clubs, casinos, and apartments where Moran frequented, and the street where the café where Cecily had disappeared was located.

The letter was sent from the casino, but it is impossible for Sisi to be in the casino, there is a mixed bag of fish and dragons, if there is really something difficult to keep from leaking, and his subordinates did not find out the news there, then Sisi will be locked up beside Moran ?

Leslie resented that he hadn't explored Moriarty's stronghold back then, and at this moment he seemed stretched.

What should I do?

He suddenly remembered that he had some contact with a Scotland Yard detective back then, maybe—no, no, no, no, Moriartyan had a man in Scotland Yard.

Wait - Leslie realized that by not calling Scotland Yard he would be giving away knowledge of Moriarty, and he had to act again.

He could ask the official detective for help in private, but if he didn't file a case, at least he would show that he didn't shy away from Scotland Yard. It would be fine if his actions were a little bit shyer at that time, and his assistants would probably be able to hide it.

Leslie took a deep breath and woke his butler.

"Telegram Detective Chris and tell him to come to Sylvester Manor as soon as he can."

After arranging all this, the dizzy Leslie finally took a nap in bed for a few hours.

Please, please don't make it happen--Leslie begged in his sleep, maybe God, anyway...he could ask anyone if it would help.

He couldn't lose his only sister.

The author has something to say: emmmmm The author has nothing to say today.

Do you have something to say to me?

Yesterday, a friend asked me why I didn’t reflect my sense of justice in my article.I was silent for half a second.

My character of acting as a judge occasionally, as well as my sense of justice, were not written out by me. I excavated the characters too emotionally.Face the wall for a while.After thinking about it, I comforted myself... It’s great that I can write the case, and leave justice to Moriarty.This book is the same as The Great Detective, but it is actually a bit of a prequel.Mary Sue's words are more inclined to follow-up.After all, don’t follow the original plot (forcibly explained)