Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

It has to be said that Sherlock Holmes is in some respects very similar to his brother.Although he has no interest in politics and thinks that the British political arena is as disgusting as a sinkhole, he is born with certain characteristics of a politician-this is reflected in his almost innate ability to speak well. It was—his ability to be likable if he wanted to.

He joined the drama club when he was in high school, and he was a violinist, but this did not prevent him from learning how to make up with makeup artists. In this case, he changed his appearance ingeniously, making himself confused Among the loafers in the bar, just like everyone else in the bar.

Of course, the step of disguise is not enough for outsiders.

After confirming that Cosmo was the suspect in his mind, he appeared at the bar that night dressed as a coachman.

The bar was noisy as usual, his eyes wandered around, and finally locked on a familiar face, Mr. Smith's neighbor, Mr. Stuart, when he was chatting with other people these days, he noticed this Mr. Mr. Tuart can't hide secrets.

"Mr. Stuart! It's a coincidence that I saw you again today." He hid his lips in his mouth, and his speech was a little vague, and he had an indescribably rough voice, but The appearance of trying to please Mr. Stuart undoubtedly pleased Mr. Stuart.

I can’t tell if there is some irony in my heart, but Mr. Holmes can always gain insight into human nature in a certain way, just like he knows that the less a person has found a sense of presence in society, the more he needs the attention of others to give him a sense of presence.

"Ah, it's you—" Mr. Stuart couldn't remember the name of the groom who seemed to be working in this area these days, but he refused to admit that he had forgotten, so he could only vaguely say, "I mean, You seem to be here these days, but it's a rare opportunity for you and me to sit at this table together."

"I've been working here recently—about three to five days." Holmes knocked on the table, calling the bartender to bring him another glass of tequila, "Please accept this glass of wine, I A few days ago, I heard people say that you are a very good person, but it's a pity that we didn't have the chance to sit together."

Mr. Stuart's beard and eyebrows have turned white, and his eyes were originally small, as if God had randomly stroked his face with the thinnest pen, but the eyebrows were thicker than the eyes, and looked like eyebrows from a distance. A curtain was put over his eyes to cover his eyes—at this moment, he was a little proud of being complimented, and his eyes even narrowed, and he couldn't find them.

Mr. Holmes really understands the routines of these people. He only needs to talk a few words about the weather, and then appropriately reveal the atmosphere of the silence, and then raise the topic—they will always pick up.

They don't like silence, especially in front of someone who can buy themselves an extra tequila.

"I seem to have seen the Mr. Cosmore you mentioned yesterday coming out of the church this morning. I remember you all said that he is a young man with a bright future, but it's a pity that he can't go up and talk to him..."

Stuart's sensitive nerves were touched, and he especially hated seeing how good Cosmo was praised by others.

"Xmall? A bright future?"

He raised his voice, and suddenly attracted the attention of many people.He was secretly annoyed why he didn't pay attention to his voice suddenly, but he didn't want to lose face under everyone's gaze, so he didn't lower his voice, pretending to be natural.

"I think you are a newcomer, maybe you don't know that he has always been cowardly, especially when it comes to the relationship between men and women - it's right not to want to be a meddler, but since he doesn't want to, why bother to pester him? It's just that he can't control it My own poor ghost!"

"Hey Stuart! What you're saying is that he's a student at Cambridge University—no matter how bad the future is, he's much better off than you! Maybe in the future, you won't be able to live in the house they built!"

Someone retorted, his voice still smelled of alcohol.

"Stop talking, what kind of house can Stuart afford!"

So such words ended in laughter, Stuart's eyes widened, but he couldn't find anyone who spoke back to him, and his face turned purple with anger - this is no longer a drunken blush .

Looking at it, Holmes was worried that this person would faint due to an excited cerebral hemorrhage, so he quickly changed the topic: "Sometimes young people really don't listen to advice. There will be no shortage of food, and we will see more."

When he speaks, he will deliberately use some reversed word order, which is more in line with his identity.

Stuart was eager to explain, so he came to let out the vomit in his heart.

"Listen, what are they talking about!"

Now he knows to keep his voice down so that not too many people notice him.

"If you really see a lot, you should know that Cosmo is already terminally ill and dying!"

Stuart hooked his fingers mysteriously, signaling Holmes to listen.

Holmes hesitated for a moment as if he was at a loss, but Stuart gestured impatiently again, and Holmes pretended to be obedient and leaned over.

"He likes Miss Smith who is engaged next door. After Miss Smith left, he went crazy and stayed at home for several days. During Miss Smith's funeral, this young man convulsed and passed out on the spot!"

Holmes had doubts in his heart, pretending to be skeptical: "Maybe it's just that I've used too much affection—it's just that I haven't recovered from it. If I get out of the grief..."

"That's because you didn't know about his confession in the confessional—he thought it was because he caused Miss Smith to suffer retribution, and made Miss Smith inexplicably charged with the crime of 'seduction', and was punished by the Lord!"

Stuart showed off.

"This is too exaggerated—"

Holmes felt a little uncomfortable. The contents of the confession room would not be leaked to the outside world. Could it be that this Stuart is still a priest?

"I've seen someone with deep affection, but I've never seen someone like this. To be honest, when I met him a few days ago, I thought he couldn't even speak clearly... Come out, let's talk when you can come out!"

He snorted heavily from his nose, and felt his nose was itchy again. He rubbed his thick, iron-like fingers against his nose, only to remember that there was a beard under his nose, so he smoothed it out.

Holmes lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and asked the bartender to bring them each a glass of tequila, toast the tell-tale friend, and made a wish to see him again next time, and treat him to another glass of wine.

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"It seems that these talkative people have given you a lot of useful information, Mr. Holmes," Cecily sighed, "I am tired of such people in life, but such people always appear in every clueless case." An indispensable clue."

"You have said what I wanted to say," said Holmes, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief from his pocket. He should have ended the meal directly, but for some reason he seemed to hesitate.

Fortunately, Cecily said thoughtfully: "I really envy your talent, sir. I never thought that you had already collected all the information when I was helpless—it made me feel a little unreal."

Holmes was stunned: "I thought you were not the type who would like to go to bars."

After all, according to Sylvester's family background and personal habits, he is quite clean and clean, and has no bad habits.It had not even occurred to Holmes at first that Sylvester would be interested in the case.

"It also depends on the reason." Cecily laughed and hid the sentence "It also depends on who you go with".

"To be honest, I thought you were interested in what you said, but you were interested in this case and wanted to know the cause and effect, but I didn't know that you wanted to participate in it yourself." Holmes really felt that Sylvester's character was a little bit Exceeded my own estimate.

"There are always people who enjoy the process of thinking, just as there are people who enjoy the process of others thinking for themselves," Cecily replied, using Holmes' own words. "You said that, and it just so happens that I am also inclined to the former."

Of course, if you're here, I'd rather enjoy the latter.

Holmes seemed to be moved, and there was some inexplicable meaning in his gray eyes. He put on the leather gloves again, and clasped his hands on the dining table.

"Do you have anything else to do this afternoon? If not, we can go now."

"Huh?" Cecily didn't respond.

"I think we could go and meet Cosmo, if that's what you want..."

"Of course, it is my honor to Mr. Holmes—"

"I thought we could call each other names already, Sylvester."

Cecily's heartbeat was a little fast, and she felt that she seemed unnecessary. After all, she used to call Sherlock all the time, so there was no reason to call him Sherlock now, and Holmes would be timid.

"Yes, Holmes—I remember."

After leaving the cafeteria, the two stopped in front of the teaching building to pick up their bicycles. The Mr. Cosmo they were looking for was seven kilometers away from the school. Naturally, the most suitable route was to ride bicycles outside the school and call for a carriage. .

Cecily likes to hear the sound of horseshoes. Although these horses always leave traces on the road that she doesn't like, but for no reason, the sound of horseshoes always brings her a very solid feeling, like step by step. The step is very solid.

She has never stopped a carriage, and she is a bit cautious on the side of the road. Sylvester's family has its own carriage, and she has never worried about traveling. Even if she needs to stop a carriage occasionally, her brother will always do it for her.

And the reason for her restraint now is also very simple. In this country, the standard equipment of a gentleman is always a cane. She really can't figure out whether to stop the carriage with a wave or a cane.This confuses her a bit.

Holmes, being a snappy man, stopped shouting when he saw the empty carriage with his sharp eyes.

Cecily: So I still don't know whether to stretch out my hand or a cane. Do I have to shout too? Will the sound of shouting be very motherly?

Holmes had already pulled off his overcoat and sat on it. Seeing that Cecily was still standing there, Holmes stretched out her hand.

Cecily was stunned for a moment, her body was faster than she realized, she put her hand on his and stepped up easily.

Ok……

Never mind him, let's talk about it later.