Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

Do dreams reflect your true thoughts?

Cecily kept going back and forth in her memories. She didn't know how long she had been wandering, until the scene in front of her was frozen in the image of him playing the violin in front of the window of 221b Baker Street. She suddenly realized that maybe her feelings for this man Emotion has long since transcended the so-called idolatry.

And that wasn't just friendship, either.

This made her feel a little embarrassed, but she breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart.

A voice in her head told her that you were truly yours now.

She didn't know what such words meant, she heard her brother worryingly calling her name to wake her up, all the memories gradually dissipated until they couldn't be touched.

Well, then leave me all to myself.

She thought silently, finally turned around and left those pasts.

"Sissy...are you awake?" Leslie called her name eagerly.

Cecily felt a little uncomfortable, she frowned and nodded and then shook her head.

Then she heard someone bluffing and talking beside her, and she rang the bell again. After that, she was helped up, and a water glass was brought to her mouth.

After taking a small sip, she felt sleepy and fell asleep again.Overheard a brilliant stream of expletives from her brother before falling asleep.

Leslie, you have to be civilized, you're not aristocratic at all.

she thought before drifting off to sleep.

When Cecily woke up again, she found that Leslie had fallen asleep beside her bed.

"Brother?" she called him softly.

Leslie obviously didn't sleep well, and woke up quickly, looking a little dazed when he looked up.

Cecily's heart warmed up. How long has it been since she saw such a brother?

"Are you awake, Sissy?" He rubbed his eyes and finally breathed a sigh of relief, "You've slept long enough."

He stood up, kissed his girl's forehead lightly, and rang the bell beside the bed.

"How long have I been asleep?" Cecily said shyly.

"Seventeen days," Leslie frowned and looked at her bitterly, but pretended to tease her lightly, "Sissy, tell me, did the people in the hospital abuse you? The doctor told me you I was just sleepy so I slept a little longer."

Xixi laughed out of embarrassment: "What happened in the end? I don't remember much."

"You don't remember your good friend?" Leslie smirked and raised his eyebrows.

Cecily lowered her voice coquettishly: "Brother..."

This sound made Leslie's eyes a little sour. It's been a long time since his girl acted like a baby in front of him. Obviously he asked her to become a doctor and learn to be independent, but after she really became an independent woman, he hoped She was just a little princess who would act like a baby to him.

He hugged his sister hard.

God knows how worried he is that she won't be able to wake up.

The doctor was called in. After examining Cecily's body, he announced that Cecily was fine, but she would resume exercise slowly, after all, she had been lying in bed for too long.

After learning everything about the case and her own situation, Leslie regretfully told her sister that she had to make a choice.

"So, 'Larry Sylvester' can't exist?" Cecily felt a little uncomfortable.

Leslie stroked the girl's hair on the sideburns: "Actually, although it's better to keep your identity secret, people who are interested can still find out. If Larry appears in people's sight again, I can't guarantee your safety."

Leslie was very cautious about Sissy's safety. Even though some outsiders suspected that Sissy was Larry, so what, he had cleaned up all the traces. As long as "Larry" didn't show up, Sissy would never come out. question.

"If you still want to practice medicine..." Leslie dragged out his voice, and saw his sister's eyes light up as expected, "London is not suitable for you, baby, your precise medical skills and control of anesthesia dose have already It has drawn a lot of attention, and I wouldn't ask you to hide it for the rest of your practice, so you've got to leave London."

Cecily hesitated. She didn't want to leave London because her family was here.

"Yorkshire is a good place to go. It's rare for Mycroft to put in a lot of effort to clean up this time, and I've arranged the manpower, so you won't be in any danger," Leslie laughed complacently, "I Arranged for a woman of your stature, when you get to the Yorkshire manor, I will let her pretend to be you from time to time to have afternoon tea in the garden, so that everyone feels that you are always at home, and you just need to be at ease Be your doctor with all your heart—I have specially prepared a tunnel so that you can go to the hospital from another room."

Cecily's eyes lit up, but she couldn't help but said, "But then I won't be able to see my brother..."

Leslie laughed: "I thought it was me who was more reluctant. I would go to Yorkshire for vacation regularly, no less frequently than you go home when you work in the hospital."

A little embarrassed, Cecily couldn't help but yelled in complaint——

"elder brother!"

In fact, Cecily is really guilty - her brother has always been taking care of her, condoning all her willful and transcendent thoughts, but she has never done anything for her brother, since she was a child, she has always been...

Leslie could easily see Cecily's emotion, and kissed her forehead: "Cissy, you are my sister——I am proud of you."

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It was impossible for Cecily to just lie on the bed obediently. She had slept long enough and was really awake at night. She got up with her clothes on and opened the drawer she hadn't touched for a long time.

There was a small box in the drawer, which contained her correspondence with Holmes, Holmes's old handkerchief, his pipe, and his birthday present to her, wishing her a good start.

Yes, she thought, she is indeed in a good state now.

The wound on the shoulder had healed, leaving an unsightly scar, but Cecily didn't care too much about it. After all, she knew that Holmes was in danger because of her, and if she hadn't blocked it at that time, the bullet It might even go through Holmes' heart, a result she couldn't accept.

So, it couldn't be better.

Even though the windows were closed and the fireplace was burning, the late night humidity in London was still heavy, and Cecily even got a little goosebumps.

She turned out the diary at the bottom of the box, and read it again.

Those "last life", things about "time travel" and "detective episodes" are completely unfamiliar to Cecily, and she can't even imagine that she will look at Holmes with the attitude of treating idols. If Holmes knows, he must Will laugh at her, she thought.

Taking out those papers, she knew that it was time for her to throw them away.

She is not Li Xixi, but Cecily.

The flames danced in the fireplace, and Cecily held the torn papers from the diary and saw them being licked by the flames, and she threw them into the fireplace when her hands were about to burn out.

Good start?

This, she thought, might be a real, good start.

Cecily stood in front of the fireplace for a long, long time, like a silent sacrifice. The firelight of the fireplace made her pale face red, and also warmed her cold hands and feet. She forgot why she was standing here. In fact, , because she has been bedridden for a long time, now she feels sore and weak all over, and she is a little weak.

In fact, after she woke up, she wanted to ask her brother about Holmes, but judging by his appearance, he would definitely not answer her.She stood by the fireplace in a daze.

In fact, there is nothing to ask about Holmes. What can she ask?Her brother spared no effort to discredit that young Holmes in front of his own girls—

The irrational, impulsive, and reckless Mr. Sherlock Holmes ignored the dissuasion of his elders and insisted on acting alone. He didn't even give Mycroft a message, and in the end he even got her injured!

Cecily could hardly believe that the person her brother mentioned was her good friend, but she felt that her brother's petty temper had been committed again—her friend always kept calm to the point of having a weird temper, and he was indeed keen on taking risks, but she felt that if If the word adventure is placed on Sherlock Holmes, it is not a word linked to recklessness, but a small pursuit of excitement under the guidance of wisdom.

Oh, especially since his brother had said almost plainly that young Mr. Holmes was plotting against her, and Sissy hadn't noticed.But because of what her brother said, she felt a little...sweet.

Sweet and troubled feelings rushed back and forth in Cecily's chest. Maybe she still had that fairy-tale yearning, wanting to believe that the always rational gentleman lost his mind for her, but she didn't feel that she had such a feeling. ability.

She finally gave up exploring her mood, lay back on the bed, decided to have a good night's sleep, and wait until tomorrow to think about her mood.

The bed gradually became warmer, and Cecily fell asleep sleepily. Before that, her thoughts returned to that night again. He was dressed in an appearance she was not familiar with, but she recognized him, perhaps because She used to lean on that embrace.

73.

A few more bullet holes had been added to the wall of 221b Baker Street, and Sherlock heard a stream of beautiful curses coming from Dr. Watson's room.

But he didn't care much.

"My God, Holmes, you didn't tell me when we rented together that I still had to endure gunshots!" Dr. Watson came out angrily, forgetting to take off the nightcap on his head.

However, the accused detective was not in the mood to respond. He had put down the gun and was rubbing the pipe in his hand, but he did not light it.

The curtains were drawn, and the room looked a little dark, which added a bit of melancholy to Sherlock's expression at the moment.

Seeing his friend looking a little frustrated, Watson finally swallowed back his accusation: "I think, our great detective, Mr. Holmes, has no cases so he has to vent to the wall?"

It's not just because of this.

He has been going around the front of Sylvester Manor almost every other day for the past month, but unfortunately he has never been allowed to enter. He knows that the girl is still on the hospital bed, but after a hasty goodbye that night Never saw her again.

He wanted to see her, wondered if she woke up, wondered if she felt the same way, wanted to see himself.

Watson couldn't get an answer, so he had no choice but to flip through the letters on top of the fireplace.

"Don't waste your time, Dr. Watson!" His angry voice sounded, as if it was squeezed out of the corner of his mouth, and then he began to imitate vividly, "I have a photo that I left in the hands of my enemy. He Will use evidence of indiscretions in my private life to affect my inheritance! My dog ​​disappeared three months ago, and I am sure the almighty Mr. Detective will find her! Dear Uncle Holmes - God I didn't expect to be so young My child will also send this kind of boring letter-I believe someone must be plotting against my cat, and my cat is sleeping longer and longer?!"

Although Dr. Watson felt a little unkind, he still couldn't help giggling.

"Since there is no case, I thought you would try to find your friend at St. Barome's Hospital. I don't remember him visiting for a long time."

Holmes' acerbic imitation came to an abrupt end.

Watson had to wonder if he had asked an inappropriate question, and he tried to lighten the atmosphere by joking: "Your reaction is very strange, Holmes, I don't think you (like him)..."

Holmes raised his head and glared at Dr. Watson. Of course he knew what Watson was going to say—hell!

"Stop your jokes, Dr. Watson!"

It was only then that Watson realized that what he said seemed to be inexplicable because he got up too early, and he turned back to the room with some embarrassment.

"Wait, Watson, I need to ask you a question."

Sherlock spoke suddenly.

Watson turned around helplessly: "Tell me, detective, what's the problem?"

Sherlock hesitated for a moment. "I mean, if you want to see a lady whose brother—"

"You mean Miss Cecily Sylvester that night?" Watson quickly realized.

This time the embarrassed man became Sherlock Holmes. Although his friend occasionally made some strange inferences out of his wit, he was right this time.

Sherlock nodded slightly in the affirmative.

Watson gloated and said, "I have never dared to offend any lady who has an older brother. My dear friend, if you want to snatch his favorite sister from your older brother, I don't think you have many bullet points." It is impossible, Holmes!"

Watson's figure had disappeared behind the bathroom door, and Holmes once again began to be in a daze for this activity that did not suit his personality, but he hadn't been immersed in his own world for a few seconds, when his roommate explored again. Come out.

"Seriously, is that Miss Sylvester really not related to Dr. Sylvester? They have the same last name."

Dr. Watson, however, received no answer.

Sherlock felt that his muscles were going stiff, he got up and stood in front of the window, he shivered when he opened the window.

Watson hadn't noticed Sicily's face that night, and he certainly wouldn't have suspected it was the same person.

And what about him?

He'd met the girl, and had a deep enough conversation with Sylvester, and he'd been letting himself go from the start—

I don't remember Cecily Sylvester's face.

It's possible this Larry Sylvester is just another distant relative.

Well, they were the same person, and he was willing to attribute her original marriage proposal to impulsiveness, and was willing to maintain their friendship.

When she unilaterally reduced the frequency of contact, he was anxious.

He had been jealous when she stood next to other men... though he didn't want to admit it.

The second she fainted in his arms, his heart almost stopped beating.

Now, he can call her by her name in his heart familiarly, but he has never really faced a certain emotion in his heart.

Cecily said that she didn't want to hide it, and didn't want the friendship to deteriorate because of her rash behavior at the beginning. She selfishly wanted to continue to be friends with him after doing the wrong thing.In fact, Sherlock knew that he was the selfish person. He should have discovered that she was Cecily when he realized that she was a woman, but he wishfully sent the truth to the darkest corner of the attic and enjoyed her. Friendship and care, throw these entanglements to her to bear.She gave him unreserved friendship, and he let his feelings... sour.

When did it start?

In fact, every relationship has a trace to follow.

It didn't seem to fit his character, Sherlock looked out the window, the fog in London.

The fog will eventually clear.

Sherlock will eventually understand his own heart.

He didn't want to ask someone to consult about his relationship problems, but there was no one around him except Dr. Watson who could only watch the show, so he called him: "Doctor Watson!"

Watson just came out after brushing his teeth and washing his face, his whole body was loose and tense: "I don't think you will be so kind to ask me to have breakfast, you will just wait for me to notice the cold breakfast."

"Actually, there is no breakfast at the moment," Sherlock said, pulling Watson's chair away with rare graciousness, "but there will be soon."

He rang a bell by the way.

"I'm a little flustered by you, Holmes," Watson said with great joy in his heart. "I feel that you are about to use some little traps to tease your poor roommate and make him have a bad day."

"Actually, I have some questions to ask." Sherlock looked at Watson helplessly. "About a girl."

"Do you want to visit her?" Watson quickly realized that it was still the same topic as before.

Sherlock was a little embarrassed, and after a while he said it.

"It's not about visiting, it's...she proposed to me before, but at that time I..."

A little embarrassed, he coughed.

"I wasn't very..."

Watson thought he was going to laugh, but he held back and continued to listen to his friend.

"...Probably because I helped her once before, and then she asked me (proposed marriage)...I didn't have that intention at the time, you know I'm not very interested in that aspect," Sherlock's eyes drifted a little, "Then we became friends with other things, and now I'm with her...I mean, I see her as the only marriage partner I would consider in my life, but she apologized to me before and said that she only stays as a friend. Location."

Undoubtedly, Sherlock's hesitant attitude pleased Watson, who, after clearing his throat and drawing Sherlock in, summed it up: "So this is a time when you love me and I don't love you and I love you You don't love me anymore (story)..."

Sherlock interrupted: "No!"

She did not love him, he was sure!

——In fact, he may not be so sure. If he is sure, he will definitely directly,

My God, what could he do, Cecily might not know his emotions!Perhaps they would have to spend time as friends after that, and it was more likely that Cecily's elder brother would not allow them to communicate with each other as if he was not allowed to visit a doctor... This may make Sherlock feel even more uncomfortable.

"Don't be too shy, Holmes, men are always like this." Watson expressed his understanding. On the surface, I understand your man, but I couldn't help but add insult to injury and hahahahahaha.

After making sure that Watson understood what he meant, Sherlock decided to continue: "I want to say, what do you think I should tell her."

Watson pretended not to know: "Tell what? Tell her you love her or are you going to marry her?"

"Doctor Watson!"

The big detective was probably getting angry from embarrassment, and clasped his hands with fingers interlocked, and clapped his palms together to make a sound.

"Mr. Holmes!" Watson was not afraid of him, and immediately called back. After all, he was more authoritative in this respect, "Why did you chase her if you didn't tell her?"

"Or do you mean you don't want to marry her?"

"I do not have!"

Sherlock choked for half a second and then answered confidently.

For him, expressing his heart seems not that simple. He thought a lot about their future state, but he didn't think about how... how to propose marriage, how to impress his girl.

It's one thing to be angry, but Watson showed mercy to Sherlock.

Her brother won't allow you to see her, so you just think of a way, write a letter or something, if you can't get in, you can find a way to send a letter in, she is willing to come out to see you, it's better than you rushing out blindly.A little more sincere feelings, a little more sincere tone, the girl can always be moved, right?

Sherlock felt very well.

And when Mrs. Hudson served breakfast, she snatched Dr. Watson's breakfast without hesitation—Mrs. Hudson didn't know that Mr. Military Doctor had woken up, so she only served one for the time being.

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Now that Cecily has woken up, she has to face some inevitable social interactions.

Davis received a few minor accusations, but it didn't affect him at all, but Leslie's revenge would definitely come later, and Cecily knew in her heart that she was always inexplicably tough towards this man. She didn't have a good impression of a gentleman who entered her own life, and she would feel a little guilty for refusing to marry him, but she didn't feel any more after this matter was over.

And Browns...

In fact, she has some regrets. Mr. Browns is a very worthy gentleman, but in the end they will part ways due to different family positions.As for the butterfly brooch, she originally wanted to return it, but Leslie didn't know where the brooch was, so Cecily had no choice but to give up and gave a pair of equally valuable cufflinks as a gift, but she would never receive another gift from a friend. Letter from the Browns family.

According to Leslie's instructions, Cecily also resumed correspondence with some noble ladies. Most of those ladies are already married, and they are very concerned about Cecily's marriage status. After hearing that Cecily is planning to go to Yorkshire to recuperate, she also expresses It is just that they all know that this "opportunity" will probably be difficult to come by. After all, after Cecily decided to become a doctor, she never seriously maintained the feelings of these noble ladies. .

However, she was not completely alone. A new guest was admitted to the Sylvester Manor, Miss Joshua from America. Her liveliness embellished the quiet manor most of the time.

Moreover, Cecily is quite familiar with this Miss Joshua - she recognized at a glance that this is the fake nurse who made soy sauce in the hospital. see the face.

"Cicily, when are you going to Yorkshire?" Joshua asked boredly while lying on the desk, "Aren't you really going to say hello to Mr. Holmes?"

Cecily flipped through her references: "Leslie said he would stay at home for another two weeks. He thought I was too thin, and wanted to keep an eye on me and continue to take care of my body."

"You ignored my second question, Cecily," Joshua approached Cecily with a gossipy face, "Aren't you saying goodbye to Mr. Holmes?"

Cecily paused, obviously hesitating.

"Go, go, Lyle, I'll hold you back here!"

Cecily was shocked by Lyle's nickname for a second: "Why did you give him a nickname?"

"Don't change the subject!"

"Why did you pretend to be a nurse in the first place?" Cecily continued to change the subject, "It can't be to experience life."

Joshua couldn't get an answer, so she was a little discouraged, but she still answered the question well: "I heard from my father that you work in that hospital, and my father seems to like you very much and thinks you are very powerful, so I begged my father to give me Get there, I'm just a little curious about how you did it, and I will have a good relationship with you by the way."

Cecily couldn't help but laugh: "I didn't see you getting on good terms with me."

"I can't do anything about it," Joshua pursed his lips. "That friend of yours, Mr. Sherlock Holmes! Seems to have discovered my, uh, 'unruly intentions', and threatened me specifically, he knew who I am."

Cecily thought about that scene and found it a little funny.

Then Joshua threw out a blockbuster message: "He thinks I like you and told me not to think about you."

Now, Cecily could no longer pretend to be calm and continue to flip through the book. She suppressed the other thoughts in her heart and told herself that he only helped her solve a little trouble because she knew that she was a woman.

but……

And the little girl was still encouraging her: "So you really don't go to see him before you leave?"

"If my brother knew that you encouraged me to visit him, he would definitely kick you out," she sighed helplessly, and put the books aside, "Don't you want to be my sister-in-law?"

Joshua is obviously younger than Cecily, but she puts on the posture of "eldest sister-in-law": "It's because she is sister-in-law that she cares about your love life! Mr. Holmes has become more and more famous recently, I heard It is said that there are even French nobles looking for him to solve the case, oh yes, there are still many girls holding newspapers and calling for marriage."

Now, Cecily couldn't hold back a burst of laughter.

Well, is wisdom really the most attractive thing?

Although Dr. Watson's faults were magnified in the newspapers, he was just so charming, wasn't he?

Joshua saw Cecily's shaken look, and took the last dose of strong medicine: "I asked Lyle to promise me to go out with me to gamble on the horses tomorrow."

Cecily was stunned for a moment, then looked at this spooky future sister-in-law.

She coughed to hide her discomfort.

"I see, you have a good time."

The author has something to say: emmmmm, it’s 30w words before I know it...I didn’t expect to be able to write so long.Maybe I just write things slowly.

The text can be finished tomorrow.This book is really a blast (Wang Tian).