The third child of the Sherlock Holmes family

Wilson announced that Cecil suddenly became seriously ill, and the concerts of the Manchester Symphony Orchestra were temporarily suspended. As for when Cecil will recover, it is uncertain.

Neither the media nor fans believed that Cecil was seriously ill. After all, when the Manchester Symphony Orchestra held a concert in South Korea, Cecil looked very healthy and did not look sick at all.

Some media speculated that Cecil was missing, some media speculated that Cecil was involved in some incident and might have died, and some media speculated that Cecil was kidnapped.All kinds of speculations caused a lot of uproar.

Regardless of the doubts and speculations of the media and fans, Wilson and McCoff insisted on declaring that Cecil was seriously ill, but they did not say what serious illness was.

Cecil disappeared for more than half a year, and the media haven't given up. They are still reporting his news and speculating about his whereabouts.

Leo asked, "Chris, how is Mr. Cecil?"

"Still no improvement."

Hearing what Ronaldo said, Leo frowned tightly, with a worried look on his face, "Why is it still not improving? Are those doctors just a display?"

Ronaldo's eyes flickered, and he said with some guilt: "The doctors are still working on the treatment plan."

"What disease does Mr. Cecil suffer from? Why is it so serious?"

"I don't know exactly what the disease is."

"Don't you know Mr. Cecil? Why don't you know what disease he has?"

"His family didn't tell me." Lying to a friend is a bad feeling.

"It seems very serious, otherwise I wouldn't block the news." Leo sighed heavily when he thought of his girlfriend's obsession with Mr. Cecil, "Since Mr. Cecil was ill, Lily also seemed to be ill. The whole person has no energy." There is a girlfriend who is a brain fan, and he expresses that he is very tired.

Ronaldo didn't know how to comfort his friend, so he could only pat him on the shoulder and said, "Tell Lily, Mr. Cecil will be fine, as long as we as fans sincerely pray to God."

Leo said helplessly, "That's all I can say."

Ronaldo looked into the distance with his eyes and murmured, "Mr. Cecil will be fine."

"Well, it will be fine." If Mr. Cecil had any troubles, he was really afraid that Lily would be upset.Some fans went crazy, almost irrational.There are fans who commit suicide for their idols every year.

Thinking of Cecil, who had been away for more than half a year and had no news, Ronaldo was filled with bitterness.

Mr. Cecil, where are you now?When are you coming back?

After the training, Ronaldo took out his mobile phone and dialed the number he had memorized. The beeping kept ringing, but he still didn't get through.

Every time he called, he had hope in his heart, hoping that someone would speak on the other end of the line.However, every time I called, no one answered.

Ronaldo did not give up and made a few more calls, but still no one answered, so he had to give up and send text messages instead.

【Mr. Cecil, if you don't come back, I really want to empathize with you. 】After waiting for a long time, no text message came back.

Throwing the phone aside, Ronaldo lay on the bed with a lonely expression, like a puppy abandoned by its owner.

He would rather be like everyone else, only knowing that Mr. Cecil was seriously ill and not knowing that Mr. Cecil had left, so that he would not have to worry about Mr. Cecil's safety every day.

Forget it, it's useless for him to think too much, all he can do now is wait patiently for Mr. Cecil to come back.

Ronaldo lay on the bed, reached out and raised the ring hanging on the necklace, and saw the name engraved on the inside of the ring, "sf&c.rloveforever"

This ring was given to Mr. Cecil the day before he left. It didn't say whether it was a promise ring or an engagement ring, as if it was given to him casually. He was very depressed at the time.

He asked what Mr. Cecil had meant by the ring he had given him, and how could Mr. Cecil have asked him to guess for himself.

Mrs. Holmes told him that it was an engagement ring, and Mr. Cecil wanted to fix him up before leaving, so he gave him the ring.

It was naive to try to lock him down with a ring.Humph, he'll give him another year, if he doesn't come back next year, he'll throw away the ring and move on!

At this time, Cecil in the underground world was taking a bath. When he saw the necklace hanging around his neck, he reached out and lifted the ring hanging on the silver necklace to his mouth, and kissed it gently. There is a hint of warmth in the arc.

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Cecil, who just came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, heard the knock on the door, and the corners of his raised mouth immediately turned cold, "Come in."

Moriarty came in wearing a bathrobe, holding a bottle of red wine and two goblets.There was a lazy smile on his face, and his tone was full of ambiguity: "I've come to ask you to drink."

Cecil: "Go away!"

Moriarty didn't care about Cecil's cold attitude at all, the smile on his face didn't change a bit, "Don't be so heartless, I've always wanted to have a good chat with you."

"Not interested in."

Moriarty sat down on the sofa fearlessly, opened the bottle cap, poured the wine and said, "Mr. Lucifer, don't you wonder what happened during the six years you were sealed?"

Cecil still said "scroll".

Moriarty poured the wine, pushed a glass of red wine in front of Cecil, and said with a smile: "Mr. Lucifer, don't you want to try your favorite red wine?"

Cecil sat down opposite Moriarty and looked at him coldly, "I don't have the patience to waste time with you."

Moriarty raised his glass to Cecil, "One first."

"Moriarty, don't challenge my abilities."

Not afraid of Cecil's coldness, Moriarty lowered his head and took a sip of red wine gracefully, "Mr. Lucifer, I've been forgetting to ask you, how does it feel to be back?"

Cecil looked at Moriarty with cold eyes, but did not answer his question.

"Does it feel good to be back?" Moriarty swirled the red wine in his glass, "I have worked so hard to get you back, should you thank me?"

Cecil raised the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Thank you?"

"Shouldn't you thank me..." Before he could finish his words, his neck was strangled, his breathing became difficult for a moment, and his face turned purple.

"Moriarty, don't act like a benefactor in front of me."

"We..." Moriarty said with difficulty, "we are...the same kind of people...I can't just watch you live on the ground in hypocrisy...I am your ally..."

"Allies?" The word made Cecil smile contemptuously, "It seems that I am really underestimated."

"I..." Moriarty rolled his eyes from being pinched, almost suffocating, but there was no trace of fear in his expression.

Cecil let go of his hand a second before Moriarty was about to die, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hand carefully, "Get lost!"

"Cough cough cough cough..." Moriarty coughed while laughing, "It seems that you don't appreciate it, don't you want to come back?"

"It's not your turn to decide whether I'll come back or not."

Moriarty said with an epiphany on his face, "So you are blaming me for making decisions without authorization. I thought you were reluctant to part with the life of a musician or that star."