Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock arrived at the pier, where the brooch fell, and then walked back in the direction of the carriage described by Jerry.

"Are you sure it's a carriage? Do you remember what a carriage looks like?" Sherlock asked Jerry.

"It's just a common rented carriage. I don't know the driver—"

"It's Kawei!" The little girl seemed to remember suddenly, "I remember someone called him Kawei, but I can't remember what that person looked like..."

She hesitated.

"Do you remember what they talked about?" Holmes knelt down and asked the little girl.

It reminded him of Susanna back then.

Susannah and Holmes mentioned that she accepted Cecily so quickly because she always squatted down and talked to her, which made her feel very respected.

This tactic also worked for this little girl. The little girl pursed her lips in embarrassment, trying to remember.

"I heard them seem to be arguing, saying to be respectful—"

Jerry was standing at the back and didn't remember much of these conversations, but the little girl was surrounded by the front at the time, and after thinking about it, he remembered: "It's because the person called me by a name directly, And the guy driving the car asked him to respect it."

Sherlock felt that he was very close to the answer, and he waited patiently for the little girl's answer.

"It's called...Mor...the last half seems to be interrupted, maybe it's Ma or Mi, I didn't hear clearly," the little girl couldn't recall the name at that time, and she wasn't too close at first, "This Is it important?"

"It's important, little girl, but enough is enough." Sherlock stood up, and the moment he stood up straight, his consciousness was drawn away into darkness, and he almost lost his footing.

Finally regaining his composure, Sherlock took out the money from his pocket, and he still had two ten-pound notes left, which he distributed to the two little guys without hesitation.

"If you have any clues, you can still contact me. You know where to go."

After watching the two little guys run away, Sherlock got into the carriage again without hesitation and returned to Baker Street.

In fact, according to his usual style, he would definitely look for information at this pier, but now he felt that he had the answer—anyway, he just had to do it.

If it is a private club, the place where people can be locked up is naturally the small room for these well-dressed hypocrites to enjoy themselves. Since Moran has not gone there recently to clear up his suspicions, he only needs to pretend to be Moran. I can see her now.

There was never a moment when he hated too slow transportation like he does now.

It was already nine o'clock when we returned to Baker Street, and Watson was still sitting in the drawing room reading the newspaper.

"You said, put the letter on your desk." Watson threw the newspaper aside angrily. "I'm even more curious about what made you mess up the house again—"

However, his flattering roommate didn't say a word, and his face was as white as a ghost. In fact, Watson suspected more than once that his partner had vampire blood, whether it was because of his weird schedule or because of his appearance and figure.

Mycroft's letter.

Sherlock took it apart impatiently, apparently it was sent directly by Mycroft.

[Everything is under control, leave the rest to me, you just need to stay on Baker Street.

Don't be impulsive.

MH]

Leave everything to him?This is a rare statement.

Sherlock's heavy snort showed his annoyance.

"I'm going out tonight."

Snapped!

Sherlock slapped the poor paper on the table vigorously.

Watson was taken aback and stood up abruptly: "Huh?"

Probably the sudden sound recalled the thoughts of this great detective who advertised himself with reason.

If Mycroft said it was safe, Sherlock knew, and if he said it was safe, it was safe.Just like the few times they have cooperated, as long as Sherlock does his part well, the rest of Mycroft can be solved.

But this time—

He didn't want to stop there, he almost desperately wanted to see her.

Maybe she won't just sit there and wait for rescue, like throwing away the brooch, trying to pass some clues by other means.

He just felt that if she was in danger, then he had to be the one to rescue her.

"My dear friend, I think I may need your help," Sherlock eased his emotions, and was able to speak to his faithful friend, "my—"

He wanted to say friend, but when he said this word, it was a little difficult to say.

He said another sentence dryly.

"She," he didn't use the original definition to describe her, coughed a little and reorganized the language again, "If my reasoning is correct, she is locked in the basement of the Phil's British-Indian Club, and I'm going to sneak in to find her." she."

"Her?" Watson grasped the word sensitively, "Your...friend?"

When Watson pronounced the word "friend", it was a little ambiguous.

Sherlock hummed in a concealed manner, and nodded vaguely: "I'm going to pretend to be Colonel Moran and sneak in, although the possibility is relatively small, but if Colonel Moran really comes—don't be impulsive—Watson, sit down. Come on, you might be able to make a little commotion at the door, I think you'll need some booze to pretend you're drunk, and if Moran's coming in a buggy, pretend you're hit, you know what I mean? There's no back door to the club, if He does show up, and I'll meet him at the front door, and there may be some fights, but I think it's easy for you and me to leave. If I manage to leave, you can stay there for an extra 10 minutes, and if he Appear, I still ask you to help delay the time, if not, I hope you go to the address I gave you immediately, and it is enough to find Mycroft."

"What do you mean?" Watson sounded a little confused, "As long as you don't have the bad luck to run into Moran, I just need to put a whistle and help delay time?"

"If there is no accident, we don't need our charge this time, Watson, but I still need you." Sherlock threw away the address of the Diogenes Club and re-wrote a series of addresses. "In fact, such a job Asking you to do it is a bit overkill. I originally thought about asking the members of the squad to help. Huggins seems to be eager to try, but now you are obviously more suitable-if you really happen to hit it, you can leave more quickly and bring Put your gun on, and if there is an accident, you have to fight back."

Few could resist Holmes' trusting gaze and his "I need you" words.

"When will we act?" Watson was rarely exaggerated by Holmes (although he knew that Holmes wanted something from him), and after carefully reading the note, he put it in his pocket.

"I'll go straight away when I'm ready." Sherlock watched Watson enter his bedroom after putting away the note, and he was finally in the mood to joke in a slightly relaxed mood, "I hope you won't be frightened by my appearance, Doctor Watson!"

Watson was indeed frightened by his friend.

"My God, are you really Mr. Holmes?" Watson was surprised.

"No, obviously, I'm Colonel Moran," Sherlock tugged at his neckline, letting it loosen a bit, showing his unruly appearance, which was more in line with Moran's temperament, "Have you brought your gun, Watson?" doctor?"

"Bring it on." Watson nodded quickly.

The clock on the wall ticked eleven.

Sherlock cleared his throat, and when he spoke again it was not his own voice.

"Then let's go."

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"Hey, did you hear anything just now?" Kawhi asked the guard next to him.

The guard looked a little out of his mind, and suddenly came back to his senses: "My God, I'm a little sleepy-I can't hear clearly."

"Tsk...Isn't it the woman I sent here?" Kawei laughed wretchedly, "I don't know why, Mr. Moran hasn't come here for a few days... a good little beauty is placed here, and she is not afraid of withering gone."

The guard just laughed cooperatively: "No matter what Mr. Moran does, there is a reason."

Kawei also fully respected the Mr. Colonel who was taking risks, so he stopped mentioning Moran's private life: "Let's go and have a look, and explain to Mr. Moran in case something happens."

Considering that there are other rooms in the basement that have locked other ladies, some even quite pampered, they chose to keep their voices down after entering the tunnel.

The key twists.

"I think there's something behind the door," Kawhi muttered.

The guard's face tightened.

With a little effort from Kawei, the door opened, accompanied by the dull sound of people hitting the ground.

"Jesus!" Kawhi whispered, "God hope she's okay!"

"I think I have to go to the doctor." The guard knelt down and touched the forehead of the lady on the ground. "I have a high fever...don't kill anyone!"

"Move her to the bed first," Kawhi ordered in a low voice, "get some wet towels to cool her down, and then you call the doctor!"

The guard bent down and picked him up, put him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.The poor burnt girl didn't notice this movement, her breathing was weak, and she even began to tremble a little when she touched the cold blanket.

The guard took a towel from the bathroom outside and wet it, then came out and put it on the poor girl's head. Before the guard could say anything, he saw Kawei running out.

The guard couldn't decide what to do for a while, and glanced at the person lying on the bed.

It's impossible for him to leave behind her back, so he has to find a way to send a message to the boss.

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"Mr. Moran? You arrived so fast!" the rough but humble man flattered, "I just delivered the letter."

Moran is a slick person, but in front of these low-level people in his eyes, he has always used the aura of a "superior" to exert pressure and occasionally give some small favors.

"What's the matter?" He spoke in a tone as cold as a poisonous snake, "I hope you didn't make any trouble."

Kawei tactfully led the way: "No, no, sir, you have wronged me. I dare say this is not my problem. The lady had a high fever today. We were worried that something might happen to her, so we called Someone brought you a letter—"

Eager to show off his merits in front of Moran, he unconsciously raised his voice, but was glared coldly by the guard who hurried out.

"Did you call a doctor?" Moran frowned, "You should know that nothing can go wrong with her."

Kawei glared at the guard: "What about you! Don't call the doctor yet!"

After the watchman ran out, Kawhi saw his superior sitting by the lady's bed.

Moran glanced lightly: "You go out and call for a carriage, and I will take her away."

"This...she...?" Kawei was taken aback for a moment.

"Can't you understand?!" Moran's voice was not loud, but his tone was a lot heavier.

The author has something to say: Pfft, I think you can guess the plot.

I don't think I'll be able to drive before it's over, do you guys really have any guides for newbie drivers on the road?

The story is almost over and I want to ask for a long comment (1k words+)... I don't mind if I don't have one, anyway, I will add more updates this weekend...but you can comment to comfort me if you feel like it...