Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

The next morning, Leslie received a second letter, this time without even catching the deliveryman, a sodden piece of paper the gardener had picked up from the grass while pruning the trees.

This time the paper contained no clues worth probing.

Leslie knew he couldn't see anything, so he simply gave it to Mycroft, and Mycroft passed it on to Sherlock without hesitation.

[Good job.

Next, please transfer the Yorkshire business to anyone, don't play tricks, or I can't guarantee your sister is intact. ]

Enclosed is a lock of Cecily's hair.

How dare he—how dare he!

Leslie was going nuts, he hadn't even let his Sissy get a haircut, even though he knew his sister didn't care, but he just wanted her to have long hair.

Maybe this is his obsession - he obviously let her go and won't let her become a canary in the castle, but he hopes that she has everything that the little princess in the fairy tale has, including the beautiful long hair that the fairy tale only scribbled about .

Baker Street.

After discovering that his squad leader had been selling newspapers below, Holmes set off immediately.

"Hudgens!" he called from the windowsill.

Huggins heard Mr.'s voice, looked up and saw Holmes gesticulating to go upstairs, and immediately knocked on the door of 221b after collecting the money in hand.

Before the old Mrs. Hudson opened the door, she had no time to exclaim, and the small and nimble guy rushed up.

"My God, what are you doing--" She had to lift her skirt to follow before she was fully awake.

Holmes has already opened the door for the little gentleman: "This is my guest. Mrs. Hudson can prepare breakfast if you are really free."

Without giving Mrs. Hudson an opportunity to speak, Holmes closed the door.

Mrs. Hudson stamped her foot outside the door, muttering "he always does".

inside the door.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

Huggins stood straight and straight, like a little soldier, waiting for Mr. to issue the horn to charge at any time.

Normally, Sherlock would still joke a few words, but now he is obviously not in the mood.

He wanted Hudgens to see Cecily's picture and asked her to take it to someone, and suddenly realized that he didn't have her picture at all-damn, this kind of thing should have been thought of last night!

Fortunately, his brain didn't slow down for half a second due to lack of sleep, and he quickly came up with a solution.

"I need you to look for the traces of a man named Colonel Moran near the Bloody Casino, and observe where he has been active recently," Holmes pulled out a piece of paper from the table, and took out a pen. After taking it out, he found that it was She returned one of the boxes to him, feeling a bit stuck in her heart for a moment, "These addresses are nearby, after you find them, follow them carefully, and pay attention to the places he often goes to and the people he comes and goes."

"Yes sir!" Huggins said seriously.

"I need to find a ... abducted woman, so any news about this, such as some unconscious woman being taken away, tell me," Sherlock paced back and forth in the room, " Her hair was dark brown, about as much as..."

He was breathless, he didn't even know what she looked like as a woman, so how much information could he provide?

"Green eyes, about five and a half feet tall, close to six feet, of medium build, and if you can notice, her hands are slender and strong, and the fingers may have small impressions," Sherlock took a deep breath, " She may lose consciousness, be carried or carried away, or call for help. No matter how she finds similar people, she will tell me that she may try to convey information to the outside world. I will pay attention to whether there are related accessories in the pawn shop, and If you find any valuables, please tell me as much as possible, it is very likely to have the mark of the Sylvester family."

Then he remembered the present that Mr. Browns had given Cecily.

"It may also be the mark of the Duke of Browns' house. I think you should recognize it and tell your partners."

Huggins nodded.

Sherlock thought he would leave, but found that he was still standing there, and then remembered that he had not paid the reward as before.

A twenty pound note was drawn from his pocket.

"This is a reward, and it will be distributed to your fellows—it is very urgent. If you find a valid clue, you will get ten pounds. If you find her, everyone will be rewarded."

He solemnly said.

Huggins' eyes almost popped out, he nodded repeatedly, put the money carefully into his pocket and ran down.

Sherlock looked out the window, the little guy was moving nimbly through the crowd, and he knew what the little guy was going to do.

Before he had time to sit back in his seat, someone came to the door again.

One of Mycroft's assistants, Sherlock had a vague impression.

"It is a letter from your master, young Mr. Holmes."

"Thank you."

Holmes took the letter and opened it.

He first took out the letter from Mycroft, and Mycroft briefly explained how he received the letter, then mentioned the general situation, and attached a single photo of Cecily with the letter.

Holmes didn't read the important clue letter first, but stared at Cecily's photo in a daze.

She was sitting upright, showing a shy side face, slender eyebrows and gentle half-closed eyes, a delicate and upturned nose, slightly upturned lips and full lips, her delicate neck draws Beautiful arc.

It was not the same as the Sylvester he had seen, but he thought, she should be like this, she has a pair of talking eyes, and when facing him, she will turn her head away or lower her eyes in embarrassment, He could see her curly and thick eyelashes, she was clearly a girl who fit the female expression of this era, but she was so frank and free when wearing men's clothing.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses, and after realizing that he was dreaming, he almost concealed and took out the piece of paper as evidence.

It can be seen that the paper has been wet and dried, showing crumpled marks.

Holmes had studied graphology, and it was obvious that this handwriting came from the same person as the day before, but this time the handwriting was not so casual, and the strokes seemed much more stable.

Sherlock fell into thinking about the letter the gardener picked up by the wall.

"Holmes, when did you last night—"

"Shut up Watson!"

Watson was obviously also frightened by this firecracker-like Holmes, but he didn't speak any more. He knew that his friend must be thinking, and when he figured it out, he would naturally speak.

But this time he didn't wait.

Sherlock rushed back to the room like a whirlwind.

Watson heard the sound of flipping in the room. He didn't know what was going on. He sat in the living room and waited for a while, but decided to change his clothes first. He had an appointment with Dr. Stanford, and he had to go to St. Barome's Hospital to see him. He gets together.

When Dr. Watson tidied himself up and left the room, there was no movement in Holmes' room. He just happened to meet a strong-looking drunk man staggering down.

Watson was used to having inexplicable people appearing in the living room all the time, but he just guessed for a while what kind of commission it was. It must have been because his friend did not receive him that the client had to leave.

He sat at the table waiting for his breakfast, only to find that there was a note on the table for himself.

[Don’t touch all the letters today, just put them on the desk, if someone is looking for me urgently, please send a telegram to the address on the back of the paper, thank you.

SH]

"It seems that the latest case is very important," Watson muttered. "No one usually touches his letter of entrustment."

It is also specially emphasized.

He turned the paper over and saw that Holmes had written: Diogenes Club, to MH

Sherlock pretended to be a young and strong gambler and squatted by the edge of the casino for a long time, only to see that Colonel Moran entered the casino at ten o'clock, and he followed him in, playing a few games intentionally, and saw Moran didn't seem to interact with anyone other than gambling or with the casino boys.

During lunch, he saw him talking to the doorman and then left. Sherlock knew what was going on. Seeing the boy was about to get off work, he wandered over to chat with him.

"Mr. Browns!" The boy was very pleasantly surprised, "I remember you haven't been here for a long time."

Sherlock had come here to gamble in this look before, under the pseudonym Browns back then.

"I made a small fortune a while ago, and I came here today," Sherlock smiled generously. As a gambler Browns, when he smiled, he would show a mouthful of yellow teeth, even the gums were exposed, " Why, let's have dinner together?"

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Cecily was locked up but she was not treated harshly. Apparently this room was used to lock people up. There was a window on the door that could only be opened from the outside. Afterwards, a waiter would bring in water and food on a tray.To be honest, it might be to take care of the meals of the mistresses of this club member. From the only breakfast and lunch, Cecily felt that she ate quite well.

Only when she was full did she have the energy to think about things, and Cecily began to think about how to get out.

Lying by the door, she could vaguely hear footsteps. During the day, she only heard footsteps during lunch time, and she didn't hear them at other times.When Moran brought himself in yesterday, there was a door outside the room, and this basement.

Not surprisingly, she can pick the lock off the door during the day, then hide in the hallway or go back to the room, and then rush out after the door opens at meal delivery time, either pretending to be a free person, or simply One hit kills - her strength is not too small, and she knows how to make people hurt enough.

You can only run out and call for help... No one will refuse Sylvester's friendship.

The first step is pretty much picking the lock.

To pick the lock, you need at least an iron wire. Cecily has hair clips herself. After removing one, her hair got a little messy, but it didn't affect her.

The problem is coming.

She can't pick a lock.

Hey, it's all because Sherlock Holmes stopped her when she was about to pick the lock, otherwise she should be able to do it now.

Cecily had no choice but to do psychological work for herself, telling herself that she had the touch of a surgeon, and a lock was of course not a problem.

Then she didn't pry it open.

Cecily can only comfort herself, if someone finds out when she pries it open, she will be done with it, and it is safer not to pry it and lock it.

Unable to pick the lock, Cecily began to study other issues.

Now she is a woman, and she deeply knows that if she goes out from this kind of place (according to Moran's conversation with the waiter, she guesses that it is the place where the outer room is kept), if anyone recognizes her, she will be destroyed.

Moran knew that she was Larry Sylvester, and maybe she couldn't even keep that identity—if the other party didn't take advantage of Leslie, it was hard to guarantee that she wouldn't become angry from embarrassment.

She needs a mask.

After lunch, she managed to cut off a piece of the bed sheet with a table knife. If there was a real occasion to rush out, she could stop it a little bit.

Moran didn't come to see her that day, and Cecily didn't know who her brother had suspected. She thought that if she was a little later, she might make some noise and force Moran to run here.In this way, if the elder brother suspects Moran and sends someone to follow Moran, it is possible to find him.

I don't know if the brooch will be sold by those children.

During dinner, Cecily wanted to secretly leave a table knife behind, but the waiter noticed it and asked her to return it coldly.She knew that this time was not suitable for a conflict, so she just pretended to forget and obediently returned it.

She started thinking wildly.

Suddenly, he remembered Sherlock Holmes who came to him on a white horse when night fell in Green Village.

I don't know if my brother will tell him this time.

Anyway, my brother didn't seem to like Holmes very much, but he would definitely tell Mycroft.

...Speak to Mycroft...?

Then, believing in the wisdom of Mr. Mycroft, Cecily felt that the possibility of them finding Moran was greatly increased, and this thought cheered up Cecily.

If Moran and the others are asking for benefits, it will definitely take some time for my brother's job handover, as long as we act within this time.

Wait for another day, no, two days, just the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow to lure Moran here——!

The author has something to say: emmmm Sherlock Holmes subconsciously mixed up the casino with the name of his rival in love.

By the way, I saw the comments and felt that the heroine was too soft... I wanted to explain it a little bit, but it was more like being hungry + cautious than being soft, but I looked back and suddenly realized that there was a super stupid invincible before. The bug... is that Xixi has the hands to lift the curtain and take off the brooch, why doesn't she have the hands to tear off the thing on her mouth and call for help...? ? ?

Wang cried out.

It was quite natural when I wrote it. I went back yesterday and took a look and suddenly found that I was mentally retarded.

But forced explanations can still pass, it was late at night, there were only a few children around, it was useless to call for help balabala (please forgive me if I can’t make it up)

In addition, the heroine is indeed cautious, the surgeon is right, there are no tools and nothing on her body, the energy is not too strong, and she hasn't eaten a few meals (...)

By the way, this kind of captivity is food and drink. Cecily dare not run around without skills when she is not sure if the enemy is lying in ambush in the grass... What if she is gank? .

And the reason why I never wanted the heroine to run away by herself is... In that era, girls wore crotch pants under their skirts and panniers, so don't mention such details in the article (super quiet).Kick it over, the picture shouldn't be too beautiful...