I'm just a little mouse after all [Comprehensive British and American]

Facts have proved that Sherlock's clever head is not confused by the illusion in front of him.

After thinking about Jerry's specialness, Sherlock feels that science probably doesn't make sense to Jerry.

At least the science that Sherlock has mastered so far is not enough to explain the abnormality in Jerry.

It was rare for Watson not to be pulled out by Sherlock to drill the tunnel. He put the biscuits on the table and asked in surprise, "Aren't you planning to go to the villa today?"

"I already know the answer, there's no need to go any further." Sherlock jerked/gunned against the wall irritably.

Despite knowing the truth, Sherlock's mood did not improve.

He'd love to study Jerry and his strange animal friends, but doing so only makes him seem cold-blooded.

Sherlock just wants to know the truth, and there is still an essential difference between him and a criminal.

Watson couldn't let Sherlock let go of the poor wall. He checked the time, put on his clothes, and was about to go out.

"Why are you going?" Sherlock stared at him with folded arms.

Watson knew Sherlock so well, it was obvious that he was terribly irritable now, but he didn't know how to vent it.

"I'm going out for drinks with Jerry," Watson explained. "He wants to see the difference between British pubs and American pubs."

Sherlock snorted and turned his head away.

Watson shrugged helplessly, and asked him to remember to eat dinner before leaving the house.

They made an appointment to meet at six o'clock. At this time, it was still dark, people were coming and going on the street, and the world seemed calm and peaceful.

Jerry was sitting on a bench by the side of the road. He enthusiastically waved to Watson and patted the empty seat beside him to signal him to come over.

Whenever he saw Jerry like this, Watson would be infected by his enthusiasm and liveliness.

He is always curious about all kinds of things and likes to explore the unknown, and although this sometimes gets them into trouble, it doesn't hurt.

Watson enjoyed the time with Jerry, he was a very sincere and friendly friend.

They watched a movie first, and in the evening, Watson took Jerry to a nearby bar with better reviews.

"Is there anything interesting recently?" Watson asked casually while drinking beer.

The cocktail Jerry ordered hadn't arrived yet, so he said excitedly, "My cousin seems to have a mouse he likes."

Watson often heard Jerry mention his Tom cat and two cousins. After all, there were only so many things they could gossip about.

"It picked up a little hamster on the side of the road, called Xiaopang." Jerry took the cocktail handed by the bartender, winked and said: "At the beginning, they were really just friends, but later on they developed It was a little exciting. My eldest cousin was going to teach it self-defense, and after a short while, they rolled together."

Watson was a little excited when he heard the mouse chip for the first time.He took a sip of his wine and tried to keep a straight face so that he didn't look so impatient,

"That get together, is it the one I thought about getting together?" Watson said with a light cough.

Jerry nodded, "That's what you think."

"Then they are progressing quite quickly." Watson pursed his lips, trying to restrain the corners of his mouth from rising.

"Yeah." Jerry felt deeply, and he sighed, "Tom and I can make some progress at any time."

"At least wait for him to become a talent."

Time disappeared with the wine little by little, until late at night, the two left with each other supporting each other.

Jerry's drinking capacity is very poor, and he can't be blamed for that. He only drank milk and biscuits in water before.

The wine Watson drank completely exceeded Sherlock's previous plan, and now everything in front of his eyes was spinning.

"Sherlock has finally given up on that villa. Do you know how long I have been tortured by that broken villa!" Watson patted Jerry on the shoulder vigorously, and said shakingly, "He is masturbating/gunning at home every day, why should I? Can't control him. I'm so fed up, when will he spare that poor wall."

Jerry looked at him drunkenly, and when he heard this, he subconsciously rubbed his ears and asked, "Why is he still masturbating/gunning when you're at home?"

"What does it have to do with whether I'm at home or not?" Watson asked suspiciously.

Jerry made a gesture, and said in a daze, "You're at home, didn't he just ask you to solve it?"

Watson stared blankly at Watson's gesture, and it took him a long time to understand what he meant.

"I repeat, we are not a gay couple." Watson hooked Jerry's shoulders and said with a smile: "I warn you, if you play this kind of joke with me again, I will throw you into the trash can aside. inside."

Jerry patted Watson and teased him and Sherlock with a playful smile.

Probably because of the alcohol, Watson pushed Jerry to the rubbish dump on the side of the road.

And because Jerry was pulling his arm, the two of them fell in together.

"If there's broken glass in here, we're doomed." Watson tried to stand up, but accidentally touched something with his palm.

He took out the things casually, hid them behind his back and asked Jerry mysteriously, "Guess what good things I found."

"Let me think about it." Jerry had just vomited, and he wiped his mouth and said dizzily, "What else can you pick up in the trash besides dog poop."

Watson didn't know what he had picked up, so he handed it to Jerry.

With trembling hands, Jerry removed the garbage bag on it like a gift. The moment the black bag was completely opened, they saw a newborn baby inside.

Jerry was stunned, he shook his head to try to wake himself up, "John John, did I drink too much or something. I think I saw a doll, it feels so good, is it made of silicone? "

Watson covered his forehead, stared at the baby for a while, and said in a deep voice, "No, Jerry, this is really a little baby. A newborn baby boy, I can guarantee that he just came out of his mother's womb. How long has it been thrown here."

"Is he still alive, John?" Jerry's wine suddenly sobered up.

It was still drizzling, and Jerry quickly took off his coat to cover the baby.

Watson examined it carefully for a while, then shook his head slowly at Jerry.

Their wonderful night life ended after picking up the dead baby. After handing over the baby to the police and taking a record, Jerry dragged his exhausted body back home.

It was not past four in the morning, and Tom was drooling on the sofa in the living room.

Jerry threw himself on the bed, and the sudden sound alarmed the fat hamster who was sleeping on the bedside table.

It was so frightened that it got under the big cousin and shivered inside.

The big cousin grabbed it out and threw it aside, it yawned and looked at Jerry, "Didn't you say that you won't come back after going out for a drink tonight?"

Jerry said with a headache: "Everything was fine, but when we were going to open the house, John picked up a dead baby in the trash."

"Are you going to open a room?" The eldest cousin asked in surprise: "Why does the teddy bear go to the garbage dump?"

"Is this the problem now? Shouldn't the point be that we found a dead baby?" Jerry wailed, clutching his head, "I'm having a terrible headache right now. Sure enough, I shouldn't be trying to drink."

"What's so strange about dead babies? Is it a new thing to throw away babies now?" The eldest cousin said casually, "Go to sleep."

While they were talking, Xiaopang was humming and crawling up the bedside table.Just halfway up the climb, I heard Jerry mentioning the dead baby.

It seemed to have suddenly remembered something important, and raised its paw to speak.

As soon as it let go of its claws, the whole mouse rolled to the ground.

The big cousin is used to its stupidity, so it poked its head and said, "Speak up if you have something to say, no need to raise your paw after I've said it many times."

Fatty sat on the ground and nodded obediently, raised his paw and said, "Boss, I know the information."

"speak."

"It's a long story, and I won't be able to explain it clearly for a while. Boss, let me go to bed and talk."

The big cousin climbed down without complaint and threw Xiaopang on the bedside table. Under the watchful eyes of Jerry and the big cousin, Xiaopang began to tell his own story.

This story is really long. It started when it was a little hamster cub. When it was told that its mother decided to name its No.20 three younger brothers Xiaoruanrou, the big cousin finally couldn't help giving the bedside table kick.

Looking at the hole on the bedside table, Xiaopang swallowed all the nonsense.

"Because I couldn't sell, the owner of the pet store threw me in the garbage. When I escaped from the cardboard box that night, I saw a man in a raincoat on a bicycle throw a black Garbage bag." Fatty gestured and said, "I thought there would be leftover pizza in it, but before I touched the garbage bag, I heard crying from inside. I was scared and ran back to the garbage dump, but I It is certain that it is the cry of a human child."

"I'm very timid and dare not go out to ask for help. I tried to find some leftover milk in the garbage dump to feed him. But I haven't found it yet, and it's almost dawn. The baby probably fell asleep and didn't come back. Crying, the garbage collectors just poured everything in the garbage can into it." Xiaopang shuddered and said: "I told him for a long time and he ignored me, and in the end all the garbage was squeezed by the garbage truck Broken. I guess that little baby is also... broken."

Jerry was completely sober. He hugged Tom who sneaked in at some point, and said nervously, "My God, this sounds too scary."

The ruthless cousin didn't pay much attention to the story. He folded his arms and continued to ask, "This is the only clue you have?"

"No, of course not." Xiaopang said mysteriously: "Although the relationship between me and those mice is not very good, sometimes we will meet in a garbage dump. When I eavesdrop on their chat, I heard one of the mice say that human cubs can always be found in garbage dumps recently. If you are lucky, the cubs will be picked up by homeless people or stray dogs and given to passers-by. If you are unlucky, they will be eaten by mice for dinner. Collected as trash."

"A lot of babies?" Jerry asked in surprise.

This time, the big cousin's expression also changed a little.

"Those alley mice don't know what's going on. Recently, a person on a bicycle always appears to drop a baby." Xiaopang recalled: "No matter how many there are, I don't know."

At the same time, the voice of the system appeared in Jerry's mind.

[Good day, Mr. Jerry.How are you doing lately, it's great to see you've made new friends in the UK. ]

[Start posting a new mission below, 'Abandoned Babies in the Rainy Night']

[A man in a black raincoat walked silently in the silent rainy night. He threw the package into the trash can, and the smelly trash buried lives one after another.Please find him before the next victim shows up, 72 hours. ]

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