Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

Exclusively published by Jinjiang Literature City, author Lonely Island Little Whale

"Holmes, I think you may have a job coming to your door." After lunch, Watson stood at the window and looked out boredly. "A wandering lady."

Holmes wasn't too interested. He grabbed the newspaper and rummaged through it, trying to find interesting news: "Ha! Then please let our observant Dr. Watson tell me all the information he can see!"

Watson shrugged his shoulders, although this did not arouse his friend's interest, but it did not hinder his observation: "Well, she is very young, but she is not very fashionable, she looks a little thin, and her face is very pale. I think she Frightened, perhaps—but she's not so frightened that she can't wait to ask you for help, my friend, and she hesitates to go upstairs, and I see her wandering across the way, oh—she seems to be coming."

"Is there any more information, Watson?" Holmes put down the newspaper, drew the curtains completely, and recognized her in the crowd.

He froze in place without moving.

The lady seemed to lift her head the moment his eyes fell on her.

"Holmes?" Watson looked puzzled at his friend's uncharacteristic behavior. "You can't be fascinated by this beauty, are you? Although I can't see the face clearly, I can assure you that this is—"

"Holmes?"

Why the hell didn't she come up!

There was an unknown fire in Sherlock's heart.

——Is she going to stop the carriage and leave?

Without hesitation, Sherlock turned around and ran, propping up the sofa, leaping over obstacles and rushing downstairs swiftly.

"Mr. Holmes! Mr. Holmes!"

It was Huggins who was calling him, but he didn't want to turn around and look at the place where she was standing just now. There was no trace of her. Obviously, she had already left in a carriage.

"A lady left you a letter!"

Sherlock knew that she kept it, it must be, otherwise who would send letters to these little guys and ask them to give it to him.

"Is that the lady just now?" He heard his dry pronunciation.

"Yes, she's gone in the carriage." Huggins replied firmly, like a little grown-up.

Sherlock took the letter, gave Huggins another tip, and looked back at the direction she was leaving, after all, he did not catch up.

He turned around and went back to 221b.

"Is it someone you know?" Dr. Watson rolled his eyes jokingly, "I think I can only guess that it's the Hill who received the love letter..."

Sherlock didn't bother to talk to him, and went straight back to his room, closing the door heavily to express his displeasure.

By the way, Watson's laughter in the living room was separated from the door.

Sitting on his bed, he took a deep breath.

Why didn't she go upstairs, why didn't she want to see herself?His mind was a little hot, trying to find an answer for himself.But after he understood his other thoughts, he realized that there might be many things about her that didn't need answers.

There was nothing written on the envelope, he sighed, and carefully opened it along the edges.

[Mr Holmes,

Literally,

I was hesitant to see you instead of writing a pale letter, but I knew that I might not have the courage to go to Baker Street to sit and chat with you again, so I made two-handed preparations, if I didn't If there is no way to go upstairs to see you, then I will hand this letter to you, which can be regarded as finishing what I have not said.

In fact, I am a little confused about where to start. Writing to you seems to have become a random thing, and I don’t want to transcribe and add some disguised words.

First of all, I need to thank you for taking me out of trouble that night at the risk. I was relieved after hearing that you were also safe and sound, at least you were not hurt because of me.I am sorry that my brother misunderstood your ability and blamed you for my injury and did not allow you to visit.And as your friend, I know your talent and wisdom best. If it wasn’t for my sudden illness at that time, you would definitely be able to bring me out of prison. I blame myself for my brother's criticism.

The bullet didn't hit anything vital, it didn't affect me, and I was lethargic for a while, but whether it's the other doctors or my own judgment, I can only say that I was too sleepy (you know How did I work the night shift), so I couldn't help but sleep a few more days.You don't have to worry about my physical condition, I'm a doctor myself after all.

Secondly, I combined my experience in Green Village and the materials I consulted to write a thesis. The basis of the thesis is what I told you that day. I sent it out, but I never wanted to be considered as an allusion to the current situation of the royal family. My identity as a doctor is not safe. My brother is determined to announce the death of Dr. Sylvester to the outside world and ask me to avoid it during this period. Continue to practice medicine after the limelight.If you hear any news outside, please don’t be too surprised, and I hope you can help me hide it-if someone really remembers that the only friend I have made is you and finds Baker Street to ask about me, I know You can handle it well.

When I wrote the letter, Joshua (she may become my brother's wife) saw it. She said that I wrote the letter too seriously. I think I am really embarrassed. I don't know how to speak to you. I hope you don't take offense.

In fact, I am writing this letter to apologize for my ignorance and recklessness.It's been something that's been avoided between us, but I can't help but feel embarrassed every time I think about it.After this time, I recalled the whole story of my being kidnapped, and finally remembered the reason for my rash proposal.You are a real gentleman, I knew it the first time I met you, maybe it was groundless, you could describe it as a stupid intuition, but I just knew it.Perhaps it was because of my vague goodwill and admiration for you that I made such a mindless behavior.If I knew that I really had a chance to be friends with you in the end, I would definitely think clearly and not be so impulsive at the beginning.I forced myself to forget about it, but the truth made me even more depressed, I felt like a woman who wanted to court (cross out), I felt like a woman who would do anything for love (cross out), even though I was hugging you The mentality of being a friend is with you, but my initial indecency has changed my demeanor altogether.I never thought I could hide it from you for so long. I always thought you would find out and stay away from me. I'm glad I didn't, but I feel even more despicable.I know you see that I am Cecily, but I still choose to selfishly ask you to pretend not to know, in order to maintain my remaining decency, at least in front of my friends, I don't want to become unpredictable.

Especially when I later developed inappropriate feelings (strike out and modify to: I actually developed some uncontrollable emotions), which made me even more unable to live with myself.I tried my best to ignore it, but I almost succeeded in persuading myself to keep a distance from you in order to maintain the sincere friendship between you and me.But after this accident, I can't deceive myself, and I can't calmly tell myself that I don't have unrealistic expectations of you.

I cannot express myself more accurately, Holmes, than I can be frank with you after I have realized that my so-called friendship has changed.

In any case, I must thank you for the sincere friendship you gave me, making me realize that I am not alone, that my behavior is understood by people other than my brother, and making me believe that there are friends in prison. I am on the go.

I will leave London in a few days. Maybe it will be difficult to meet again in the future. I have a lot of regrets in my heart. I regret that I can’t be your partner on the next journey due to various reasons. I will continue to pay attention to your stories in the newspaper. People around me are in need In any case, I would proudly introduce my former friend's outstanding ability to solve crimes.

Wish you all the best.

Give my regards to Dr. Watson.

Yours sincerely,

Sylvester]

The letter was written in a hurry, and the edges were even slightly misaligned. Sherlock has no doubt that she burned the lamp last night to write. She has never had a letter like this one. She said whatever she wanted, and crossed out a lot of inappropriate sentences. , she was indeed smeared to death, but as long as Sherlock turned over the back of the paper, he could see what the imprint was probably.

Seeing her repeatedly assuring that her marriage proposal was only out of impulsiveness and 'speculation', Sherlock couldn't deny that he was lost in his heart.If they were still friends, he would have happily accepted this explanation, but now that he had gone off the rails, he naturally resented the explanation that she hadn't developed feelings.

But she said that she had developed inappropriate feelings-even Holmes, who did not understand feelings so well, could understand the meaning of this sentence.

He actually wanted to laugh a little.

He knew they would be the same.

However, what she meant was also very obvious. In order to maintain the "pure friendship", taking the opportunity of her leaving this time, she decided to completely cut off contact... He couldn't imagine that she would make such a stupid choice.

Forget the tacit understanding they cultivated when they get along and the emotions that can accompany them for a lifetime, and then get along in the name of "friends of gentlemen"?

Is she so confident that he has no feelings for her and decides to run away in a grandiose manner?

unacceptable.

sissy.

He said her name over and over again in his mind, and there was some strange sweetness in such moments.

You are going too far.

After folding the letter, he couldn't hold back, unfolded it carefully and read it again, folded it again and stuffed it back into the envelope, Sherlock opened the door of the room, shook the coat hanging behind the door, and put it on .

"Going out, Holmes?"

"There is still one problem that has not been resolved." When he said it, his tone was not the slightest bit confused, but full of enthusiasm.

Yes, there is one more problem that has not been resolved.He had to know when his girl was leaving London, he had to stop her and tell her all that was on his mind.

When Mrs. Hudson went upstairs with tea, she was almost startled by Sherlock's state. Before she had time to say hello, the big detective who went his own way had already run downstairs like the wind.

"My God, does he have another case?"

Watson shrugged: "Who knows, maybe it's a love letter from the girl I like."

Mrs. Hudson glanced at the occasionally childish military doctor with a smile, obviously in disbelief.

"Well, believe it or not, but I did see him lose his mind over an attractive woman." He took the tea and took a sip.

He's not stupid, he can think of the veiled girl in the theater, the girl he rescued despite the danger that night, and the girl wandering downstairs just now.

Well, Watson's intuition as a doctor told him that it must be the same person-he didn't believe that Holmes would be fascinated by the three girls.

Three girls?Well, if this is the case, Watson feels that he can serialize the love story of the great detective to fill the time when there is no case to publish.

He thought wickedly: Even Holmes, who boasted of the supremacy of reason, would not be the same as a frivolous young man when facing emotions?

episode 74

Of course, Sherlock will not be a hairy boy who loses his mind when he meets feelings. He knows where he should go for help.

Diogenes Club.

"I thought you didn't like it here." Mycroft slowly picked up the cup at hand.

"I really don't like it here very much," Sherlock affirmed, "especially every time I see you eat and drink without restraint, I am very worried that you will see God early."

"I won't go to see God so early, I have to serve Her Royal Highness," said Mycroft, his expression did not show much respect, "So, what are you doing here?"

"You know."

Sherlock saw a letter on Mycroft's desk, which made him feel anxious, and he recognized at a glance that it was his carefully selected envelope, which contained a letter for Cecily.

"Ah, I don't know. How would I know if you don't tell me?" Mycroft used to pretend to be stupid, but in fact he deliberately put the letter on the table when he heard that his brother finally came to visit.

Very commemorative, the first love letter of Mr. Holmes Jr.He pretended to sigh in his heart that his younger brother had grown up too.

Sherlock is really asking for something now, and he also knows that now is not a good time to hide his face: "When will she leave."

"Ah, of course Leslie won't tell me," Mycroft showed a regretful expression, "he was afraid that you would take his sister away."

Sherlock had to admit that it was true, but Mycroft didn't finish the sentence and stop.

"Especially after he saw the love letter you gave her." Mycroft played with taste, he deliberately slowed down his tone when he said the word "love letter", so as to observe the expression of his unlovable brother.

"I wondered what he was saying... Oh, Sherlock Holmes, no title, no property, no land, no fame, not even money... I would never marry my sister to him."

Mycroft's eyes didn't leave Sherlock's body, and he really found that every time he said a word, Sherlock's face darkened a little. It's been a long time since he saw his brother expressing such unabashed emotion and anger. up?This made him very proud.

"Fame and money at least..."

"Stop, you're showing Sherlock the wrong way, you should tell Leslie, if you can see him." Mycroft's smirk was always powerless.

Well, Sherlock was deflated again by his old fox brother.

Sherlock was a little unwilling, thinking about how to get back the scene.

But this time Mycroft didn't tease them too hard. After all, now is the time for unanimously speaking, and it is not suitable for continuing internal strife.

"I think you will open your eyes to see the people around you clearly in the future, Sherlock," he added slowly, "I think you will not do the same thing again."

Facing the truth that is close at hand, we choose to turn a blind eye.

Sherlock quickly understood what his brother meant, and replied very cautiously: "She is the only one."

And only her.

Mycroft coughed lightly: "Recently there are some little bastards in the West End—"

"I'll handle it."

Now, the lazy politician was satisfied, and buckled the table: "I think you can ask your co-tenant to write these stories, and I can introduce you to some noble businesses, so that you can get more marriage proposals." chips."

"But before that, did you propose?"

Seeing his younger brother's dark face again, Mycroft calmly dragged his tone close to the drama: "Oh... I don't think so, except for the hinted marriage proposal in the letter that Miss Sylvester didn't receive... ...Well, it seems that your chances of winning are not high. For the sake of you being my younger brother, I will find a way to tell you about her before she leaves."

"By the way, it's best not to be so subtle when proposing marriage. I think only Leslie, the sister-in-law, can see that kind of marriage proposal, and angrily gave me the idea of ​​repelling you-don't look so surprised Me, you lost your temper too many times today," Mycroft said cheerfully.

This kind of tone that I can control everything you do can always make Sherlock jump in anger - but anyway, Sherlock, who got the satisfactory news, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and reluctantly spent a wonderful afternoon tea with his brother .

Before he left, he got his brother's heartfelt wishes.

"Lucky for you, my dear brother, I'm still waiting for Leslie to promise me the estate."

If Leslie heard it, he would definitely go crazy-who promised to give him the land? ! ! !

>>>>>>>>

"You can eat more." Leslie looked at the half of the small cake in front of Cecily, frowning in displeasure.

Cecily wanted to roll her eyes.

"Where did you learn to roll your eyes! How inelegant!" Leslie stopped before Cecily could roll her eyes.

Really didn't want to say that I learned from Joshua, so Cecily sighed: "Brother, I have already eaten two pieces of cake, you can't force me to finish the third piece, I will spit it out."

Joshua laughed on the sidelines, apparently without any sympathy.

Leslie gave Joshua a hard look, a little dissatisfied, but after thinking about it, it was almost the same, and nodded reluctantly: "Okay, then let's go now."

The butler had already prepared the luggage for Cecily, and the coachman was also ready.

Leslie was about to get into the carriage together, but saw a person rushing over in a hurry.

"Mr. Sylvester! There is a letter from you!"

Seeing that Leslie didn't seem to want to pick it up, and the sender looked very embarrassed, Cecily asked Leslie to pick up the letter.

The sudden change made Leslie feel very bad. He opened the envelope impatiently and muttered a few words after reading it, obviously a little uncertain.

"It's okay, brother. I have servants to take care of me." Cecily saw Leslie's hesitation and reassured him. "It's not very far. I'll send you a telegram as soon as I get there."

After all, Leslie still couldn't let go of what was said in the letter, and jumped out of the carriage with a worried expression on his face.

"Brother," Sicily sat on the carriage, tried her best to bend down and gave him a face-to-face salute, "don't worry too much, I know you will visit me."

This barely comforted Leslie.

"I can, I can!" Joshua raised his hand excitedly, "I can accompany Sissy, and I will take her to the station!"

Leslie wanted to stare again, but Joshua ignored her and sprinted into the carriage.

"All right, you all pay attention to safety," he patted the horse, and after telling the coachman the destination, he looked at Sixi uneasy, "Especially you, everything is about your own safety, you know?"

"Got it, brother." Cecily felt helpless.

"It's time to go, then," Leslie sighed. "Be safe!"

The carriage gradually disappeared from Leslie's sight, and Leslie looked at the messenger with a sullen face: "So, where does that fat man want me to go?"

At this time, Sherlock had just watched a concert with Watson, and not long after returning to Baker Street to sit down, his squad leader Huggins let him go.

"Five fifteen to Yorkshire? My God, can the news from Mycroft come sooner—" Sherlock jumped up from the sofa.

"Holmes! Aren't you ready for supper?"

"Don't eat! Don't wait for me!" Sherlock grabbed his coat and ran out.

Watson was a little confused, so he jumped to the edge of the window and looked down. His friend had successfully jumped in line and got into a carriage, heading towards the train station.

Looking back, he saw that the captain was still standing there.

"Um, aren't you going?" Watson hesitated.

"Mr. Holmes hasn't tipped me yet?" Huggins was a little uncertain. "Well, it's actually very rare. I'm a little surprised."

Watson curled his lips: "I think it's the same person every time he's in a hurry, okay, boy, here's ten shillings, is it enough?"

Hudgens took the money, thanked him loudly, and ran downstairs, accompanied by Mrs. Hudson's loud complaints.

The distance from Sylvester Manor to the train station is not too far, but the road close to the train station is not very good. Cecily, who was not used to the carriage, turned pale, and almost vomited the cake in her stomach. up.

"Here, Cecily," Joshua comforted Cecily, "let's go down."

Naturally, a servant helped to carry the luggage, and Cecily was worried that a little girl in Joshua was running around in the crowd: "Just go back, Joshua, I have someone watching over here."

"It's okay, Cecily, I'll take you to the pit gate." Joshua insisted.

Cecily had no choice but to force herself to chat with Joshua while walking. When she got to the entrance, Joshua stayed there as if she didn't want to leave.

"Well, you go back first, or I don't feel at ease if you are alone."

The servant had already gone up to help Cecily put away her luggage.

"Oh, what do I have to worry about, I'm your sister-in-law—" She was a little proud.

"Actually, I'm older than you," Cecily said softly, "I'll ask Angel to take you back later."

Angel is supposed to be the servant who sent Cecily to Yorkshire.

"Don't, Lyle knows that I will definitely scold me to death if I let you alone on the train!" Joshua's mouth could hang a bottle of oil, "I'm so jealous."

Cecily was a little funny and wanted to get in the car, but Joshua kept looking for topics, talking about this and that, and Cecily sighed: "Are you waiting for someone?"

Joshua was stunned for a moment, his eyes wandering: "Ah? No..."

"Who are you waiting for?" Cecily pursed her lips, not expressing her emotions.

Joshua was a little apprehensive: "Eh... you'll know when he comes later..."

"He?" Cecily raised her eyebrows, but she couldn't figure out who Joshua's 'he' could refer to.

It was almost time to drive, but before the people waiting came, Joshua gritted his teeth and made a decision: "Well, how about I ask Angel to take me back to the carriage, and then Angel will run over to take you to Yorkshire, okay? good?"

Cecily: It's long overdue, isn't it?

After watching Cecily get into the car, Joshua hurriedly urged Angel to go out, wondering if he could see Holmes at the gate of the train station.

He also said that Sherlock Holmes is a great detective? Could it be that he can't find anyone?The carriage of Sylvester's family should be obvious, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,wouldn't they be able to receive news?

I was a little flustered, and it would be more difficult if I messed up. After arriving in Yorkshire, she didn't even know the news about Cecily, and Leslie didn't tell her what she planned to do.

She dragged Angel and waited beside the carriage. The loyal manservant was very disturbed, and wanted to go back to the little lady, but was stopped by the future mistress.

Joshua looked left and right, and finally he saw someone.

"Mr. Holmes, you are finally here!" Joshua hurriedly stopped him, "Go in!"

Joshua has been a monkey-like character since she was a child, and wearing a skirt does not prevent her from walking through the crowd.

"I haven't bought a ticket yet—" Holmes was stopped by the enthusiastic 'pseudo-nurse' as soon as he jumped off the carriage, and he had to follow her footsteps closely.

"Use Angel's!" Joshua didn't forget the servant who was following her.

The train starts to whistle—

"Compartment No. [-]! Go up!"

Sherlock never thought he would be so crazy because of things other than the case, at least he hadn't chased the train for anything.He hastily handed the ticket to the ticket inspector and squeezed in and started running, not knowing that the loyal manservant behind him had been stopped by Joshua.Joshua looked bitterly at the back of the tumbling coat, hoping that Leslie would not be filled with romantic fantasies because of this rejection of her marriage proposal.

When Sherlock was running, his mind was almost blank. He was not even in the mood to think that even if he didn't catch up, he could actually take the next train. Anyway, his little 'eyeliner' knew where to get off, and then he just said Just a visit to Sylvester Manor, and without Leslie, no one could prevent him from seeing her.

But he hadn't seen her for a month, and the eager, unprecedented feeling of being in love made him lose his mind again.

He just wanted to see her now.

Fortunately, the doors of the train could still be opened, and Sherlock still caught up with him by jumping up to the end.

The roar of the train was no louder than his panting, and Sherlock felt timid at this moment—God knows how rare this kind of emotion is for him. He tried hard to calm his breath, but his heartbeat couldn't pay attention to himself With a soaring heartbeat, she, like a deer, rammed wildly in his chest.The sunset outside was orange, very beautiful, and it was warm on the person. He remembered how they stood side by side by the lake in Green Village.

I glanced at the ticket in my hand, carriage 12, [-]b.The valet should be near Cecily.

When he thought of this, he found that he could blurt out her Christian name...Will he be rude to her when he is in front of her later?

I hope that I didn't look too embarrassed after running like that just now, and the hair I combed up should not be too messy. He couldn't tidy it up. He kept examining himself in his heart, and Sherlock finally took a step to find her place.

Cecily's seat is by the window. Looking out, she can see that the sun is already close to the horizon. She likes the sunset as well as the sunrise. She likes the color of the sun to render the green grass, making everything in front of her extremely warm.

She couldn't help but think of the sunset by the lake in Green Village, the blue lake swallowed up the sunlight and glowed with beautiful colors.

When Sherlock came to her side, she didn't realize it yet, she just looked sideways out of the window.

He saw the sun tracing her outline, the clear eyes were warmed by the sun, and he saw the corner of her mouth slightly curled into a smile.

She felt that someone's eyes were on her face, but before she could turn her head, she heard a familiar voice playing in her ears, like elegant violin music.

"For the first time, I'm grateful for the underdevelopment of technology and the loose management system of the train station." He looked at her with a smile, and the joy in his gray eyes could not be ignored. "Give me the opportunity to catch up with this train."

"You..." Cecily was in a daze, she subconsciously stood up and stared at him blankly, her lips moved but she couldn't make a sound, "Holmes!"

He just commented on her so tenderly, his scorching eyes made her gasp.

"It's too dangerous, Mr. Fu, it's too dangerous." Her eyes fell on his shoulder.

Sherlock looked at her at a loss and didn't know where to place her eyes, laughed softly, and sat beside her.God knows maybe he was more nervous than she was.

"I know what I'm going to miss if I don't make it - so it's worth it."

Sherlock watched her sit down in a daze, and he remembered the first time they went out to solve the case together, he was sitting beside her.At that time, she was still wearing men's clothes and behaved generously. At that time, they still called each other friends, and he only admired her.

Now she was wearing a dress that happened to be a gentle beige that matched his shirt.He knew he had imagined her now.

His eyes were more tender: "I mean you are worth it."

He looked past her, and just in time to see the sun outside through the car window was about to set.

"I think, next time, can we watch the sunrise together?"

[End of text]

The author has something to say: So Cecily missed the love letter from Mr. Holmes.

So Holmes still cowardly did not propose.

So Sisi still didn't live on Baker Street.

Baker Street or something, I can only live on the sidelines/噗嗤

I didn’t read the comments yesterday, I’m afraid that even a long comment didn’t make me feel ashamed (cover my face), when Tianlan buttoned me to read the long comment in the afternoon, I was very moved!Later, I took a peek at the comment area and found that there was another long comment.I haven't seen who it belongs to yet. I refreshed it and then it disappeared. Did Jinjiang remove the quq or did the little angel delete it himself? Wow (T_T) I'm so sad.

Tomorrow the last chapter of the episode will be over, do you really have nothing to say? !Although I know that you have already said a lot to me, I am already very satisfied (laugh)

Thanks to all readers of this article!Whether you have seen the end or not!Thank you for coming (or thank you for being here)!If you like me, hurry up and enter the author column to support me/laugh

This article has not been linked to the sponsors (laughs), and finally came to Boda, thank you for the fried chicken!Comparing my heart to you!Memmada-3- (I don’t know if I missed or spelled it wrong, after all, it’s already one o’clock in the morning...but my heart is sincere!) I really love you all so much!

I remember all the girls, and of course I also know that there are my gay friends in it, and there are also old Wens like Xiaojing, Yingfen, Mengmeng, iris, Gangwan, etc. I am very moved!Although some girls didn't see it until the end, thank you for your love!

Wow, I'm really sleepy and a little dizzy now, I'm really excited to finish the final chapter one last time before publishing, it's been a journey, it's time to say goodbye.Farewell like Cecily bid farewell to Sherlock Holmes~

Red envelopes will be given out randomly under this chapter today, and red envelopes will be given out after the long comment (as long as I come back to see it), as some feedback, ok-3-today is another beautiful day!