Baker Street Charterers

It was daylight, and Nora, who lived in an apartment in the Cheshire district of Kensington, opened her eyes on time at six o'clock.

She rubbed her hazy eyes, sat up slowly from the bed, put on her coat and walked by the window, slightly opened a gap, glanced outside for a while through the shiny glass, then closed the curtain again, and stepped on the window with her bare feet. On the cold floor, to make yourself more awake.

Her gaze stayed on the calendar on the wall for a few seconds. It was January 1th, almost two months had passed since she moved out of Baker Street. Except for the loss and strangeness in the initial period, until now, everything has adapted to her. Good, including this well-located condo through Cleveland Move-In.

She still remembers that on the day she moved in here, Sherlock Holmes did not come with her. Instead, Watson and Cleveland helped move all her luggage in. Before that, the hut was just piled up with the previous owner. confetti garbage, and now traces of her life are left in every place, clean and warm, with her favorite books, maps, and all kinds of cheap trinkets—she really cares run here.

Nora wiped the mirror with her hand dipped in water. The mirror reflected a fair and young face, with thick and bright red hair, and her eyebrows had completely faded away from the tenderness of a girl. In the mirror, there was a pair of smooth, emerald green eyes. , the face is small but well-defined, lacking the softness and delicacy that men of this era love, but it looks bright and lively, and it is a face that will not be easily forgotten.

This face, after two months have passed, does the person I care about still remember it fresh?

She smiled at the mirror, then quickly combed her long hair, and walked out with a plain face.

The unfinished cold tea from last night was still on the table in the living room. She got dressed and went to the kitchen. She quickly boiled water to make tea, took a piece of bread and cut an apple.After she had just taken a sip of hot black tea, as expected, there was a knock on the door.

"Here we come~" she echoed, opened the door with tea, and saw Cleveland's pale and tired face.

"You woke up really early." Nora smiled and let him enter the room sideways. The other party walked in slowly, and almost without hesitation, he chose a single sofa to sit down, and closed his eyes tiredly. The tone was low and weak, like a ghost that was about to dissipate, "... There is a new commission, about a murder case that happened yesterday, the police department needs more professional doctors, you and me."

"I'm not a doctor." Nora joked.

Cleveland slightly opened his eyes and looked at her, "Doctor's assistant."

"That was a long time ago. I have resigned a long time ago, both you and Sherlock." Nora complained, "By the way, I would like to remind you kindly that I still have class today."

"The job of a tutor is completely incomparable to your previous job." Cleveland frowned and was very dissatisfied with the poor and short-sighted person who once subordinated, "It will make all your senses, touch, smell, and the sensitivity of thinking greatly improved. descending."

Nora almost choked on the water, laughing, "But this is a peaceful job, and the salary is not low. I also like that kid William. Smart kids always make people feel that life is full of hope, don't they?" ?”

Cleveland curled his lips, "So do you feel real peace?"

Nora bowed her head to drink water, but did not answer.

"I know you're not going to turn down this commission," Cleveland said seriously, "as we all know your true gift is not in teaching but in finding the truth...Nora Sharp was never content to stay the same. "

Nora raised her eyebrows with a half-smile, "I'm almost moved by your sincere persuasion."

Cleveland thought for a while, and finally resorted to his trump card, "The police department promised to share the share afterwards..."

"make a deal."

Cleveland, "==..."

Nora put down her teacup and put on her coat, "Let's go, dear, what is our destination?"

"You still have classes." Cleveland reminded him blankly.

"Oh that." Nora seemed to have just remembered, with a look of indifference, "I remember, it seems that Ms. Fiona told me yesterday that their family, including William, was going to visit relatives outside the city today, and they didn't come back until two days later, so they didn't care at all. question."

"..."

Nora's expression remained unchanged, "Where's the destination?"

"Cambridge," Cleveland told her, "King's College."

"...!"

……

After staying in the UK for so long, this is the first time for Nora to come to this famous second-oldest university. The rumored Golden Triangle prestigious university is the institution of higher learning that has produced the most Nobel Prize winners. It is the dream of almost all scholars or students. One of the famous colleges.

"Bacon! Newton! Darwin!" Walking by the winding River of Cam, admiring the Gray Bridge and the Bridge of Sighs slowly receding from her side, Nora held her face full of longing, "This is one of my favorite universities! God, I didn't choose to come here until now!"

"Bacon, Newton, Darwin—" Cleveland slowly repeated these names, still expressionless, "what does this have to do with me?"

Nora rolled her eyes, "They are like the British Joseph Lister in the medical field, and the German Andrew Vessari, they are the authority in the scientific field, the master—"

Cleveland nodded, "Rist and Vesalius, indeed."

"..."

Nora sighed, "Let's talk about this commission."

"I don't think it will be clear for a while." Cleveland hesitated for a while, and he was not sure until Nora turned his head and cast a puzzled look. He whispered with some unease, "...and one more thing."

"...?" Bad feeling.

"A former acquaintance of yours has also received the same commission. I think he is here at the moment." Cleveland turned his gaze to the magnificent Gothic auditorium standing not far away, "...his name should be Sherlock Holmes."

"..."

King's College is a Gothic gatehouse in the 22th century. On the grass in the atrium of the college stands a brand-new bronze statue of Henry VI, which has just been placed for a few years. Of course, the most magnificent is the fan-shaped arch built in the [-]th century. There are [-] chapels supported by buttresses on the ceiling, the symbol of King's College.

There were many policemen standing at the door of the chapel, driving away the crowd of students who came to watch out of curiosity.Nora saw the tall figure looking up at the small sculpture on the top of the chapel at a glance. She stood there for a while before smiling at Cleveland, who had been keeping quiet, "Let's go over."

"Are you okay?" Cleveland asked quietly.

"Very good," Nora replied, "in every way."

"Welcome, Mr. Hawke. It's an honor to invite you here!" The police detective in charge of this case is also an acquaintance—Lestrade shook hands with Hawke with a smile on his face, and glanced at Nora. After a pause, "Hmm...Miss Sharp?"

Even though we haven't seen each other for a long time, according to Lestrade's recollection of her surname, he probably has a deep impression on her.

"Good morning, Mr. Detective." Nora smiled back.

The statue-like figure of Sherlock Holmes finally moved, and then slowly turned around. His extremely familiar gray eyes accurately positioned her among the crowd and stopped.

Nora met his deep eyes and smiled, "Long time no see, Sherlock."

Holmes raised his chin slightly, and nodded with complete pride. "Good day, Nora."

Then she looked at Cleveland, who was wearing a neat white coat beside her, for a few seconds, and said hello briefly, "Mr. Hawke."

Cleveland raised his chin even more arrogantly, "Yes."

"So, where is our Mr. Corpse?" Nora said briskly.

Lestrade showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, "Uh... Maybe it's not accurate to say the corpse?"

Nora was taken aback, "You mean..."

"You might as well go in and see for yourself, you will understand." Lestrade had a strange expression.

Three minutes later, Nora and his party stood in the majestic front hall of the chapel, surrounded by gorgeous stained glass windows with Bible stories on all sides. .But everyone's focus is not on these historic arts, but on—

"Oh, the Virgin Mary." Nora exclaimed, "You're right, it really...can't be called a corpse."

On a huge and gorgeous pipe organ decorated with cherub statues placed under the ceiling, scattered blood-red unidentified objects...or more precisely, some divided muscles of the human body And mixtures such as broken bones and tendons.

"This is simply the most brutal and unpopular method of killing that I have ever seen." Lestrade was extremely angry and disgusted.

"The modus operandi...is neat and professional, except for the lack of some appreciation, it is worth learning." Cleveland focused and admired.

"... an insult to music, an insult to art." This is a pity for Sherlock Holmes who has a precious ancient organ.

Nora pointed to the indistinct flesh and blood that could not distinguish the parts of the human body, and was speechless, "Am I the only one who is very curious about who that poor man is?"

"...And, where are his other parts—such as his head, thrown away?"