Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

The moment Cosmo turned his head, Cecily finally saw the young man's face clearly.

It can be seen that Cosmo has indeed experienced a period of suffering. His eye sockets are sunken and the edges are blue, as if two green oranges have been embellished on his face. Cecily doesn't know what he was like before, but As it stands now, his cheekbones could almost be used to peel an apple.

After walking in, Cecily realized that this person was not as thin as he looked. In terms of height alone, he was a little shorter than Mr. Holmes.

"Hello, sir," he greeted with the brim of his hat raised, "are you...?"

"Hello, I'm Sherlock Holmes from your same school, this is..." Holmes hesitated, as if he had forgotten Cecily's name.

"I'm Larry Sylvester."

Cecily said something hastily.

There was obvious puzzlement on Cosmo's face: "May I ask what you can do for me?"

"I think it's necessary for me to talk to you about Miss Smith."

Cosmo's face turned pale all of a sudden.

"I don't think I have anything to talk about. I regret Miss Smith's death, but there's nothing else. I don't think I have anything to talk about."

Holmes paused: "Do you think Jesus can forgive all your mistakes? You have hurt another equal life. If you want Jesus to forgive you, you have to go to see Jesus first!"

"I do not have!"

Cecily sensed that something was wrong.She subconsciously tugged on the sleeve of the person next to her.

But Holmes was unmoved.

"The letter."

Holmes' tone softened.

Cosmo's face froze, and he looked at Holmes in disbelief.

"Do you really think that the letter has been burned?" He spoke faster, and the hawk stared at Cosmo.

Cecily: ...So Mr. Holmes is trying to cheat?

"She burned it herself!"

So carefree?

Cecily was also confused.

"...Mr. Holmes, I don't know why you suddenly appeared here. I admit that I really have unreasonable thoughts about Miss Smith, and I did write to her," Mr. Cosmore seemed to have completely Look away, "If it's God's punishment, I'm really sorry why Miss Smith suffered, all my sins have been forgiven by Jesus—"

Holmes seemed to have suddenly understood something, and suddenly covered his forehead and let out a low laugh.

Cecily was also frightened by this reversal.

"Mr. Cosmore, just out of my search for the truth, could you please tell me what happened that day?" Holmes' tone became gentle and friendly.

Mr. Cosmore glanced at Holmes and then at Cecily.

"I want to confirm whether you are Mr. Sherlock Holmes from the Department of Chemistry." Cosmo hesitated for a moment before finally asking.

"It's down."

Holmes naturally nodded, and when he noticed that Cosmo was still having doubts, he was a little helpless and even took out his student attendance card.

Mr. Cosmore took a look, looked at Holmes and finally agreed: "Maybe we can go to the coffee shop over there."

Cecily glanced at the two tall figures in front of her and fell silent.

Emmm...

She seemed to know what was going on.

In the coffee shop, the three of them were finally able to talk properly after ordering.

"I don't think there's anything worth talking about about me, but I've heard of you, Mr. Holmes." Cosmo rubbed his hands a little uneasily, "I know that you sometimes solve some small troubles for your classmates. This matter is curious, and it is not surprising that my friends say that you are a gentleman, so I am not afraid to say it."

After a pause, he looked at Cecily again.

"this……"

"Sylvester." Holmes glanced at Cecily and introduced him. "He is from the Department of Medicine, and he is my friend. He can be regarded as... an assistant."

He curled his lips and smiled at Cecily.

"Then, I also hope that you don't say anything. I don't want her...I don't want her to be disturbed by gossip after death." Cosmo's brows were turned into inverted characters, as if sadness came from once again. From his wound, blood flowed to his heart.

"I promise," replied Holmes solemnly.

Cecily followed suit and made a promise.

Just as Mr. Cosmo opened his lips, he threw his hat aside and leaned back in the chair a little uncomfortable, scratching his hair: "She and I met...two years ago."

At that time, the Cosmo family moved to the same block as Miss Smith's house because of their parents' job changes, which was also very close to the Smith house.After all, the folk customs here are honest and simple. Although there are some gossips, in some respects, the relationship between the neighbors is still close.

At that time, Cosmo hadn’t received the admission letter from Cambridge University for a long time, and he didn’t want to meet those neighbors in the neighborhood. He ran outside every day. His favorite thing was to go swimming in the stream one kilometer away.

He likes that brook, just like he likes the bridge on that brook. There are still some moss growing on the side of the old stone bridge. For no reason, Cosmo loves those moss very much, until one day he called When he was floating in the water, he lost his aim and left a trace on the complete piece of moss. Only then did he realize that he liked the feeling of that small piece of completeness.

It was then that Miss Smith crossed the bridge.

Cosmo didn't recognize her, he just regarded her as a passer-by, and put the stone that was about to be thrown into his bosom, preparing to wait for the person to leave before continuing.

Unexpectedly, Miss Smith recognized him.

"Mr. Cosmore?"

Cosmo still remembers her voice at that time, just like the sunshine that day could penetrate the smog.

He didn't have any emotions at first, but he couldn't help but lost in front of her smile.Cosmo didn't know what his expression was at that time, but he just thought it might be a little stupid.

"Well, I am, may I ask...?"

Smith covered her lips and smiled, and Cosmo could see her eyes curved like crescents—

"Our family visited your home yesterday, and you were about to go out at that time. I thought I might have misunderstood the person." The girl was carrying a cloth bag and tilted her head slightly to look at him, "Are you here..."

Cosmo just explained that he was just temporarily bored and was in a daze here.I don't want to come across as someone who might not be able to go to college.

He was tired of the sympathetic faces of his visitors, and he guessed that Miss Smith knew about it, too, as rumors had spread on the first day they moved in.

"Are you also here to play for nothing?"

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"So, when you fell in love with her, you didn't know she had a fiancé?" Holmes probably wasn't very interested in love stories (in Cecily's opinion), so he concluded after Cosmo's long pause.

His interruptions weren't annoying, at least Cosmo didn't find them offensive.

"Yes—actually, she never told me that she has a fiancé in the subsequent exchanges." Cosmo's voice choked, but fortunately, the waiter just brought the coffee for the three of them at this time Coming up, he swallowed all the emotions he wanted to pour out by drinking coffee, and then continued, "I'm sorry if I said too much off-topic... Anyway, it's probably like this."

"I've had a love story with her, a lot... She always, just, smiles," he took out the veil and wiped his mouth, then put it back, pinching the ear of the cup with his fingers, "I I thought it was shy until I started writing—I proposed to her."

He lowered his head.

"She rejected me, saying that she already has a fiancé." Cosmo lowered his head, "That morning, she asked me to meet at school, I thought she would promise me but..."

Holmes glanced at the coffee that was served, but he had no intention of drinking it. He just stirred it with a spoon, "She refused you."

"Rejected me, and then burned the letter." His tone ended in confusion and panic, "She turned around, raised the oil lamp, lit it again, and burned it, and then when she turned to look at me... ..."

He didn't go on talking, and drank the coffee from the cup in his hand.

"I saw her burn with my own eyes, I don't know... I really don't know—"

His lips were pursed, and there was something ready to come out, but he couldn't say it clearly. Corresponding to this was his excessively restrained limbs.He is trembling.

Holmes put down the cup and spoon, but the crisp sound did not bring him back to reality.

Cecily hesitated for a moment, and was about to speak.

"It's over...the priest has forgiven you," Holmes put his hand on Mr. Cosmore's, making his trembling less, "Perhaps I want to hear from you what happened at that time. It’s really difficult.”

"What I want to know more is—hold up the oil lamp?"

Cecily couldn't help but asked anyway.

Cosmo didn't seem to react: "Well... yes, she accidentally knocked over..."

Cecily asked: "The oil lamp on the podium?"

"Um...is...?" He was a little puzzled.

"How tall is Miss Smith?" Cecily asked immediately.

Holmes answered much more quickly: "Five and a half feet... So... Didn't Miss Smith scream?"

Mr. Cosmo was stunned and didn't react: "No, I mean, I saw the fire start, and before I had time to say anything, she just..."

"Where did it burn?"

"Waist?" He wasn't sure.

"That makes sense," said Holmes to himself.

Cosmo was even more confused: "Sorry, I don't understand..."

Cecily volunteered to explain: "Miss Smith is five and a half feet tall. If she was standing below the podium instead of standing on it, the spilled lamp oil would probably be at the waist. The podium is usually nine ( ninety centimeters) - three feet, maybe the oil dripped on her waist, and on her arms when she knocked over..."

"Then when she re-ignites and burns the letter, perhaps when turning around, sparks fall on it, or something else, and the lamp oil ignites all of a sudden, and perhaps the fabric of Miss Smith's dress can give us some hints—in short, if If the candle wick effect is established, the flame temperature in an instant reaches this level, and I am talking about the ignition point of fat, and it is possible for the entire person over there to burn."

"It's entirely possible. Although it's a small probability of triggering an event, it's also entirely possible," Holmes finally picked up his cup and took a sip of the coffee. "I've done a similar experiment by wrapping lard with cloth."

He frowned and did not explain the results of the experiment.

"Um?…"

"It took me five attempts to succeed once." Holmes said indifferently, and finally returned to his gentlemanly appearance, "In this case, then this matter can be attributed to an accident, and you should not be too sad, Mr. Cosmore. "

But can such a small fire really do it?

Had Miss Smith been drinking, or was there something else going on in her clothes?It's just that the corpse has been burnt clean, and there are few bones and tendons left.

Cosmo finally absorbed what the two had said: "You mean... by accident?"

"Accident." He replied calmly, patting his hand lightly, "Since the priest has already forgiven you, you don't need to condemn yourself anymore, it's not your fault at all."

"Sylvester, we should go."

Seeing that there was still the last sip of her coffee left, Cecily drank it quickly and got up.

"Sorry for prying into your privacy." Holmes took off his hat and bowed slightly. "Then, goodbye."

The author has something to say: Mr. Fu, emmmm deceitful_(:зゝ∠)_

Update update.

There will be a list starting next Thursday, but it happens that on Thursday I will take the high-speed rail back to school, and then I will go back to school, and some days will be busy (about two or three days a week), maybe not as good as before at seven or eight in the morning, maybe in the afternoon or night.I hope you understand.mwah.

The code words are not smooth these days, and the bad things these days make me feel a little uncomfortable.The TV series I watched also reached a time when I was entangled, and the addition of several times made it even more uncomfortable.Watching Da Song Ti's criminal officer, I liked Zhu Yinggu very much when I was a child, but now I feel uncomfortable watching it.

Forget it, don't talk about negative energy in the text.After thinking about it, reading the text is a happy thing!I will be happy to write too!I hope everyone enjoys watching it!