Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

Human memory is indeed a wonderful thing, just like Cecily can’t remember whether Luminor’s reaction is called Luminier or Lumiere’s reaction, and it’s hard for Cecily to remember Mr. When she stretched out her hand, what was she thinking the moment she reached for it.

Are you wondering why they each wear their own gloves, or are you thinking this is their close encounter?

Holmes reported the address to the coachman, and Cecily knew that this was the church Holmes had mentioned.She sat next to Holmes in a somewhat cramped position. Although the seat was quite spacious, the confined space always made her feel a little stressed, as if she was enveloped by his breath.A subtle tension took over her head.

Holmes pushed his stick against the plank of the carriage, and the coachman turned the horse around.The sound of the horse's hooves clattering was more obvious in the carriage, reminding Cecily that it was time for another jolt.

She gets motion sickness, not to mention that the ground in this year is far from being as flat as the future she remembered, and the carriage is even less stable than a car. Her stomach is still full of smoked chicken legs and creamy soup made by a British chef.

Holmes noticed that Cecily's face seemed to be in a bad mood, and quickly realized: "Is the carriage too stuffy?"

Cecily didn't want to let Holmes know that she was motion sick, so as not to take her with her if there were any cases that required a long journey in the future, she wanted to take a few more cases with the wind.

"It's just that I'm a little full from the meal just now, but I'm a little sleepy now." She smiled, but her frowning brows didn't loosen.

Holmes looked her over, but did not say whether he believed her or not.

"So Mr. Cosmore will be in the church now? It's still a confessional?" Cecily suppressed her discomfort, propped her chin and turned to look at him.

"Since Miss Smith's funeral, he has been there almost all day long." Holmes smiled. "At first I wanted to find some more definite evidence before going to him, but you mentioned the letter, I think it's pretty sure. gone."

Cecily made a gesture of listening attentively.

"I may have forgotten Mr. Tixmore's alibi. He did go to class that morning, but his class started at ten o'clock, and the time before ten o'clock is unclear. After going through it again, I found that if he ran from the scene of the crime to his classroom in a hurry, the time would be just enough for him to catch up with this class."

"If that's the case, there's another question. Why did Miss Smith come earlier than the appointment time with her fiancé? Is it possible that she has an appointment with Mr. Cosmore?" Turning attention from the dizzy spiral When it came to thinking, Cecily tried to find an explanation, "If you say it's because the letter makes you feel sure, then connect and imagine..."

"What have you imagined?" asked Holmes, laughing.

"Hmm...Maybe Mr. Cosmore sent a love letter, and Miss Smith wanted to return it. After the dispute, it caused a fire...There was an oil lamp on the spot, so it was probably an oil lamp—um...the oil lamp, the oil lamp burned directly The dress or Miss Smith took the letter to burn, and set fire to the dress?"

At this moment Holmes really smiled: "I was wondering if you also rely on this imagination to learn medical knowledge. After all, some parts of medical knowledge do require a three-dimensional thinking, but I didn't expect you to use the scene The restoration is so thorough, maybe if you give you a little more time, you can imagine their conversation—imagination?"

Cecily felt a little hot.

She was only half-assed in reasoning, and at most she had seen a little bit of Holmes. Although she admired it, she didn't carry out Mr. Holmes' thoughts.

After Holmes finished laughing, he raised the brim of his hat which he had lowered slightly.

"almost there."

Cecily looked out in a daze, and she saw the towering spire of the church.

"So, you haven't told me the answer yet."

"Forgive me for my tendency to retain some sense of drama—you'll find out in a moment."

Cecily pursed her lips. The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became, but she was also a little proud. She stared at the destination, the church that didn't look too crowded. Seeing that it was getting closer, she held back a sentence: "Really don't tell me?"

"You'll find out later."

He tapped on the roof of the carriage with his cane, and the driver stopped. Holmes got off the carriage briskly and nimbly. He wanted to help Cecily, but when he saw Cecily go down by herself from the other side, he paid the bill to the coachman. .Seeing this, Cecily remembered that she must pay for the return trip, so she didn't say anything.

Cecily remembers that before she became a person of this era, she also yearned for the architectural style of the Victorian era. The mind of a science student made it difficult for her to describe it in beautiful words. She just faced herself with an attitude close to intuition preferences.But at this moment, she was really living in this era, feeling the so-called style, even after her nose was full of the unique humid air of this country, she felt that her preference could only be said to be Ye Gong's love of dragons.The churches she imagined in this era are not full of magnificence or the aftertaste of history. For example, the one in front of her is obviously brand new. Churches enjoyed by people of all faiths.

Hearing that Mr. Cosmo is a devout Catholic, Cecily can't imagine how devout it is to repent in this flashy environment.

"I almost forgot to ask, are you religious?" Mr. Holmes asked her.

"I thought you had already seen it. Are you just confirming politely now?" Cecily replied in a low voice.

It can be seen that the people who built the church didn't seem to have spent much effort on the ground. Cecily felt that the ground might even be empty, and the inferior floor tiles made the sound of knocking cheap porcelain.

Cecily's parents are deceased, and her elder brother is a businessman.Elder brother Leslie is not a religious believer. In his words, if he were a Catholic, he would have been convicted of the seven deadly sins of greed.However, Leslie also respects the beliefs of others and will not say anything to others.

Because of this, Cecily is not familiar with the church, and she relies entirely on Holmes to guide her——Cicely doesn’t even know what’s in the church, she’s only seen it on TV, but it’s not quite the same as the silence in front of her— — She remembered that there would be a choir in the church, but she didn't see it now.

She didn't know where she was, but Holmes had already figured out the terrain, politely rejected the guidance of the church ministry, and led them directly to a synagogue outside the confessional.

There was an old man with a gray beard sitting in the auditorium, his eyes were cloudy, and the sound of footsteps was very close before he raised his head. Seeing that it was Holmes, he nodded his head, lifted up his slipped glasses, lowered his head again, and continued on. Looking at his Bible—but for a moment, he forgot what line he was on, and had to start over at the first word on the page.

Cecily only felt that such a scene was in a movie, and she didn't seem to exist, but was just floating behind Mr. Holmes like a spirit behind her.

From here, one could see who was going in and out on the way to the confessional. Cecily imitated Holmes, sitting there with her hands folded, her eyes wandering outside the door.

After sitting for a while and feeling bored, I suddenly remembered that I had brought a pen and paper with me, took out a booklet for taking notes, and a portable pen, and wrote a note to him.

[Are we waiting for him to come out? ]

Holmes glanced at it and nodded.

Cecily felt itchy in her heart. She knew the name of the confessional room a long time ago, and she seemed to have seen it in a movie. She was quite curious about what the confessional room looked like.

[Are the people in the confessional talking to God? ]

Cecily thought for half a second and asked again.In fact, in her eyes, talking to God is equivalent to talking to herself.After thinking about it, I felt that this might be too offensive to other people's beliefs.

Her current state—whether it is time-traveling or schizophrenia—this situation can exist, and perhaps the existence of Jesus is not yet known.

[There is a priest. ]

After thinking about it for a while, Cecily understood the reason.

She sat bored, thinking that the old man was still reading, and didn't dare to speak, so she simply flipped through her little notebook.Holmes took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. He sat with his fingers crossed and wondered what he was thinking.

Cecily looked at him quietly, but she didn't dare to look too blatantly. She just glanced at him and then again before turning her attention back.

Holmes' eyelids were half drawn, as if he was thinking or in a daze.

Footsteps gradually.

Cecily became agitated all of a sudden, put the booklet back into her bosom, and was about to get up—but was pushed down by Holmes.

That person really came over, his footsteps were relaxed, as if he had unloaded some burden.Cecily didn't look up, but just looked down at the man's feet. The leather shoes were very old and a little worn out.Ashes were embedded in the marks on the insteps.

When the footsteps were about to disappear, Holmes patted Cecily, and strode out by himself.

At this moment, the movements of the two people were not too restrained. Hearing the voice, the old man raised his head again, took a look, lowered his head, and slowly started to read from the first word again.

A long corridor, Mr. Cosmore walked in front, Holmes followed unhurriedly, and Cecily walked beside Holmes.The two men did not take their steps lightly, but this did not attract Mr. Cosmore's attention.

Until Mr. Cosmore walked out of the church—Cecile saw that he had just walked out and was about to turn into an alley when Mr. Holmes stopped him.

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"Mr. Cosmore!"

This shout not only stopped Mr. Cosmo, but even Cecily was shocked all over.

Mom, is it time to reveal the secret?

The author has something to say: update it! (シ__)シ

Talking to others yesterday was a bit unpleasant, and I was so angry that I didn't feel like I was in the mood to code words at all.But every time I see that Mr. Fu wants to write about him, I always calm down strangely.

I thought about it, if I was lucky to meet such a person, as long as he didn't hinder him from handling the case, he would laugh it off.

Forget it, so be it.

I have been obsessed with the name of the people recently, so it's a bit late to read.Have you all watched it (..??^??..) I only saw forty episodes

Begging for comments, crying, the number of comments is decreasing with each chapter.

You guys know that the less comments you have, the less you want to update, and the less you want to update, the less comments you have.Feeling out of breath.

despair.