Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

In this era of poor information exchange, it is extremely difficult to find clues about a person.

There was no news from the squad, and Moran only went to and from casinos, restaurants, and apartments, and he didn't even go to private clubs.

Such a result made Sherlock a little irritable, let alone Leslie - he couldn't sit still at all.

Mycroft advised Leslie not to be in a hurry to hand over the documents, but Leslie just told him in a gruff voice—

"Up to three days, if there is still no news from Sisi, I will give up these benefits."

Mycroft knew how to persuade him, but he didn't want to break Leslie's hopes at the moment, just sighed and didn't say much.

If Sherlock can't find a clue, he will have to use the one-time eyeliner he buried in various clubs, which will expose him to the criminal professor and cause a lot of trouble , but this is also something that can't be helped.

In fact, as far as feelings are concerned, he doesn't have much ties, and he won't use all his influence for the sake of friendship, but if Leslie is ruined here, the price he will pay in the future is no less than using those traitors.

Besides, he still believed in Sherlock's ability, and hoped that Sherlock would not reduce his thinking ability because of those feelings that he himself hadn't noticed.

Time passed in anxious mood, but Cecily, who was imprisoned, was the most open minded one. She has experienced prison. Prison, such a comfortable confinement is not difficult for her. More importantly, she believes that outside Everyone who works hard for themselves.

She even started to wonder if people in the hospital would call the police after not going to work for a few days. It seemed that her brother was not the one who would ask for leave for her. Hey, it was a bit idle not to go to work for a day.

I don't know if my brother will entrust Mr. Holmes. Cecily is by the bedside. Moran has a bit of conscience and left a copy of "Jane Eyre" for her.

She turned a few pages out of boredom and fell into reverie.

In fact, she always felt that she was a little uncomfortable with Holmes, especially when she was dating Browns that day...

Holmes was probably angry, right?She was a little uncertain, that is, she thought that could...

She suddenly didn't know how to position herself in Holmes' heart, maybe a "genderless friend who transcended other women"?Cecily felt that it was too strange to say this, but she was indeed the only female friend on Holmes' side.If he really went on the road of getting married and having children as a housewife, he would feel sorry for himself...Will he advise her?

……I do not know.

I don't know why, every time I think of Sherlock Holmes, I always feel happy and sad.

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Maybe it was because the money was enough, maybe it was just such a coincidence, Sherlock didn't expect that he would find the clue so quickly.

Huggins dragged a little girl and a little boy to wait on Baker Street all afternoon before Sherlock returned to Baker Street.

"Sir!" Huggins saluted Sherlock, pulling the two little ones.

"It seems that you have already got a clue." Holmes pinched the bridge of his nose, unable to hide his tiredness, and sat down on the sofa. "Please tell me."

"Francis picked up a brooch at Pier A. We saw the Browns mark you mentioned on it, so we sent it directly." Huggins pulled Francis and asked him to take it out, "I picked it up at night , Francis said that he saw it fell from a carriage."

Sherlock recognized the brooch when Francis took it out-he didn't expect that he would remember so clearly, the shape of the butterfly's wings, and the shining crystal.

It was the one Browns had given Cecily.

This brooch touched Sherlock's memory. He held it in his hand and observed it carefully. The brooch was very expensive, and its owner maintained it very well. Only a part of the butterfly's wings had been damaged.

Francis' eyes followed the brooch, and Sherlock naturally noticed his eyes.

"Take me to where I picked it up," Sherlock took a deep breath, "this brooch..."

He felt that the brooch was a bit hot to touch, and it reminded him of how she bowed her head shyly in front of others, and he didn't want to see her keep someone else—a gift from another man, and even take good care of it.Although such a crystal is expensive, its design deserves to be treated well by its owner.But he just didn't want to.

"It's yours."

He smiled shortly, maybe he was a little guilty, but he would not fully dig out his psychological activities at this moment.

Francis' eyes lit up, he nodded repeatedly, and put the brooch back into his arms.

Holmes watched his actions, and his heart froze: he suddenly didn't want her things to fall into the hands of others.

This kind of confusion only flashed in his mind for a moment, and his focus was still on her safety: "Then what about Colonel Moran's development?"

Huggins didn't envy Francis too much, that's how they work, sometimes there is always some luck: "We have followed, and we also overheard some news near the casino. It is said that Colonel Moran often appears in Tankerville, Phil British India Club, Trivia Card Club, these two days only stay in the Trivia Card Club and Casino, and will also stay in the club to rest at night."

The name of the club is the same as what Leslie gave before, Sherlock got up and paced the room, trivia card club... Then Colonel Moran thought that he would not be suspected so he guarded Cecily directly, or did he not let her go? By your side?

"I'll go down and make a telegram, and then Francis, please take me to the pier." Sherlock made up his mind, and without further delay, he ran out with his hat and cane, "You guys wait here!"

Mycroft was taken aback when he saw the contents of the telegram. His younger brother is not the kind of person to share any progress. A little dramatic ending, it seems that he is also in a hurry this time.

A map of London had been laid out in Mycroft's brain after seeing the dock where the brooch had been mentioned in the telegram.

The casino, Paddington Street, the pier, and... the Thames.

The route is quite clear.

Mycroft tapped the table, straightened up and rang the bell.

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"It's time for people from Phil's British and Indian Club to use it."

Sherlock didn't have to worry about the next thing, he asked his assistant to send a letter directly to Sherlock, asking him not to interfere, and then wrote a letter to Leslie.Leslie also got the news immediately, and he finally let out a sigh of relief.If Mycroft could vouch for her safety, then he could feel a little more at ease.

The depression in the Sylvester Manor was slightly relaxed, but no one was completely relieved... As long as she didn't come back, no one would be relieved.

Fortunately, Mycroft knew that it was impossible for his friend to do nothing and just wait for the good news. Such anxiety would drive Leslie crazy, so the letter also told him what to do——

[Assign part of the interest to the girl's father and the other part to Browns to extend the negotiation with Browns.A week is enough. ]

A week, Leslie snorted coldly, it will take a week to fish out his sister, is Mycroft's brain used to gain weight?

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Cecily originally wanted to pretend to lure Moran, but she didn't expect that no one came, and she fell ill.

It may be that she was lying on the ground in three shifts in the hospital, and was bumped in the ship's carriage. The basement was too humid, and she started to have a fever the next day.

At night, she woke up with a splitting headache, her whole brain was about to explode, and she had no doubts that she would burn out.

It was like a balloon was blowing up in her head, squeezing her brain limply but not to be ignored, and Cecily didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Terrible.

In a daze, her tears became uncontrollable.

Don't want to burn silly here.

Terrible.

She wanted to cry, but she couldn't exert all her strength, and the tears just fell one by one, and she didn't know if she was really crying or if they evaporated on her face.

She knew she had to cool down, but her hands and feet were so weak that she couldn't even get up.She seemed to have never been so miserable alone.She misses her brother and homesick.

I still miss him a little bit.

Can't burn to death here.

At least there was another idea in her mind.

Isn't it too embarrassing that people didn't kill you and you burned yourself stupidly.

She wanted to yell, but her voice was dry and she couldn't yell out. She got up with all her strength, and she almost knelt on the ground in just a few steps to the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

She slammed the door with almost all her strength, and then slammed it with her arms.

So fucking hurts.

Cecily swears.

Cold and hot, she leaned weakly against the door, waiting for the response from the people outside.

What time is it now...

She closed her eyes and hugged herself tightly.

Hurry up and come to someone.

After a while, I seemed to hear someone say... "I'm here".She opened her eyes in a daze, and there was no one around, let alone the one she was looking forward to.

She is expecting.

She waited on the spot for a while, very angry, she didn't know why she felt aggrieved, and she shed a tear... her mind was like a mess, she only knew anger.

If you have a fever and you have to stay alone, you just get angry. These people have no sense of hygiene. Fever can kill people, okay?

Finally, I remembered that I still have a piece of cloth cut from the bed sheet.

She was very disdainful:

What, you want to burn me to death.

I will physically cool down myself.

piss you off.

The author has something to say: I thought the part about Xixi’s fever was already so fucking invincible and cute.I interviewed my roommates, and they all said that when you have a fever, your thinking will be very simple and naive. When I asked Xiao A, he said that he was super invincible and sober. Maybe everyone is different, 23333

I thought that our Xixi is so cute, let her be childish for a while, and look forward to the people who may appear by the way.

I want to write a driving episode, but there is no guide for novice drivers on the road.