[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

Sherlock stood in front of the wall and admired it for a while. He seemed to be very interested in one of the ordinary-looking bamboo tubes. He stood in front of it for at least 5 minutes.

"What's this?" Shelley asked curiously.

"Blowgun, I'm afraid it was brought back from South America." Sherlock looked at the bamboo tube appreciatively, "Mr. Ferguson, can I pick it up and have a look?"

"Of course," Ferguson replied, "please be careful. Its arrows are poisonous. After Watt brought it back from the Amazon, I have been hanging it high, and the arrows have been packed in the bamboo tube as it is. Dare to touch it."

The blow dart was indeed hanging very high, and with Sherlock's height, he had to stretch his arms to take it off.He took the blowgun in his hand and looked at it carefully for a long time. Shelley looked aside curiously, but he didn't see anything special, it was a bamboo tube.

Sherlock looked at it for a while and hung the dart back on the wall: "It's very interesting." He said, "Can you tell me about your stepson?"

"Of course." Robert replied, "Ward was born by my wife and her ex-husband. He was only 6 years old when he brought him here. He is 8 years old this year. He is a well-behaved and poor child. His biological father is an alcoholic. He is usually fine. As long as he drinks Beat him when he was drunk, the worst one broke his spine. His mother got divorced for it and brought ward over when she married me. The poor kid couldn't walk because of a spinal injury It's neat, but he's very smart, which more than makes up for his physical inconvenience."

"Is he here now?" Sherlock asked. "Don't seem to see him."

Robert explained: "I sent him to his grandfather's house, in a village 2 miles away from here. My wife locked herself in the bedroom and refused to come out, and I was really worried about leaving the child to her. I had to put Ward at Watt's place, otherwise I have to take care of the baby and Ward by myself, and I can't take care of it. God bless, Watt happened to be at home and didn't go out, otherwise I really don't know what to do." He paused for a moment, listening intently, and said apologetically, "Bill is awake, I'll go check it out."

As he spoke he went upstairs, and a few minutes later came down with a seven- or eight-month-old baby in his arms, and put him in a stroller by the fireplace.The child was very beautiful, with blond hair lying docilely on the forehead, round black eyes, and snow-white skin so tender that water could be squeezed out.

"He's so cute," Shelley couldn't help but reached out and shook his little hand, and saw the scar on his neck at a glance, and the two bright red dots on his white and tender skin were very eye-catching, "Oh my God, how could someone You can do anything to hurt such a small child."

Sherlock bent down to look carefully at the baby's wound, and was about to say something when his eyes were suddenly attracted by a poodle staggering in. It was struggling to move, dragging its hind legs, and slowly walked up to the owner to lick his hand.

"What happened to it?" Shelley asked.

"The doctor didn't understand why half of its body was suddenly paralyzed. They said that it might be suffering from an unknown type of meningitis, but it is improving and it will be better soon, isn't it? Coco?"

The poodle barked twice softly, as if agreeing with him.

Sherlock seemed very interested in this dog. He picked up Coco to examine its hind legs carefully, and asked, "When did he start getting sick?"

"A month ago, my wife had a ward at that time. I was very troubled. I didn't notice how Coco suddenly fell ill, as if it happened overnight." Robert stroked Coco's head apologetically, and said to himself The omission is full of apologies.

"As expected, IQ is not bad." Sherlock said to himself.

"Mr. Holmes, do you see the problem?"

"No, nothing, can I see your wife?"

"I don't know." Robert was a little dazed. "She has locked herself in the bedroom for several days. She refused to see anyone except Watt when Watt came to pick up Ward last week. Maybe I can ask for you. ask."

"He met Watt?"

"Yes, the relationship between their father and daughter is very close, and it is normal for her to want to see Watt."

The baby burst into tears suddenly, and Robert quickly held him in his arms and patted him gently to comfort him, but he still refused to stop. Shelley thought for a while and asked, "Is he hungry?"

Robert was reminded, holding the baby in one hand and looking for milk powder and boiling water in the other. Shelley reached out to help him hold the baby, so that Robert could make the milk powder as soon as possible.This poor child should have not been weaned, but now he has to drink formula milk.

After feeding the baby and putting him to sleep, Robert took Sherlock to meet his wife while Shelley and John prepared dinner in the kitchen.There are only slices of bread, eggs, celery and lettuce in the refrigerator. It’s hard for a smart woman to cook without rice. No matter how good Shelley’s cooking skills are, she can only cut toast slices into triangles, spread fried eggs and lettuce to make sandwiches, and make a celery Salad rounds off everyone's dinner.

The owner's bedroom is on the left wing of the second floor, while the guest rooms for the three of them are arranged on the right wing.The bed is quite comfortable, but the house is too old, not to mention the small windows, and the trees outside are quite big. After turning off the lights at night, the night wind blows the treetops, and Shelley always feels ghostly. In addition, the reason they came here, She just felt creepy.

"There are no ghosts and gods in the world, they are just the shadows of trees." She pulled the quilt over her head, comforted herself in her heart, and tried to fall asleep.

After three and 10 minutes of hard work, Shelley still didn't fall asleep. It wasn't because she recognized the bed or insomnia. It was really early, two hours earlier than her usual time to go to bed. There was a problem with her biological clock, so she couldn't fall asleep at all. .After lying down for a long time, she not only did not fall asleep, but also wanted to go to the bathroom.But this old house has no bathroom not only in the bedroom, but also on the second floor.

There might be one in the master's bedroom, but if she wants to go to the bathroom, she can only go downstairs.After hesitating for a long time, Shelley finally got up and fumbled to turn on the light.The lights were dim, but at least the shadows of the trees outside could not be seen.It's just that she was a little afraid to open the door. Although she knew it was impossible, she was really afraid that she would find a vampire standing outside when she opened the door...

Although she is an atheist, she is really inexplicable to be afraid of this kind of thing!

Ask for help!

In less than a minute, there was a knock on the door, Shelley heaved a sigh of relief, opened the door and called, "Sherlock, accompany me to the bathroom... room." Why is the person standing outside the door John?

John smiled softly: "Sherlock is in a daze on the sofa again, do you need any help?"

"No, no, thanks." Shelley smiled awkwardly.Could it be that I want you to accompany me to the bathroom?Damn sherlock! "Is Sherlock in his room?"

"No, he's in my room," John said.

Shelley didn't hear what he said at all, and rushed out as early as the end of the question, and now she forgot that she was afraid. Sherlock was squatting on the sofa in a daze, when he saw her go in, he asked a little strangely: "Aren't you scared? I already asked John to accompany you."

Shelley growled every word: "I! Want! Go! Wash! Hands! Between!"

Sherlock's brain obviously stopped working for a second, then he stood up from the sofa, stepped on the coffee table and said, "Let's go, I'll accompany you."

John asked in surprise at the door, "Where are you going?"

Before Shelley stopped, Sherlock had already replied: "Go to the bathroom."

The remaining two were embarrassed together, Sherlock looked at the faces of the two and asked, "Can't you say?"

"Of course!" Shelley and John replied.

"Isn't it just going to the bathroom? There's nothing you can't say." Sherlock muttered, wisely not saying it out loud.

The stairs are made of wood, and there is a creaking sound under the feet, coupled with the echo and the shadow under the dim light. Although there are people around, Shelley still feels a little flustered. In order to distract attention, she asked: "ferguson What did the lady say?"

"She was sick and had a fever, but she refused to go to the hospital. What happened before was a big blow to her, whether it was her son or her husband."

"So she didn't say anything?"

"She said it, she kept repeating things like 'no, don't' and 'you don't trust me'."

"That means she's really not a vampire... well, well, I know she's not." Shelley shut up under Sherlock's eyes of "your IQ is hopeless", and she can only blame her childhood sweetheart for being too tacit, she Although she couldn't see Sherlock's eyes clearly, he could still understand what he meant, "You wait at the door, you can't leave." Opening the bathroom door, Shelley stood at the door and only reached in to fumble for the light switch.The light bulb flickered, turned on with difficulty, and sizzled.

Too much for a horror movie, Shelley thought, closing the door.She solved the problem as quickly as possible, washing her hands after opening the door. Sherlock came in: "Wait for me at the door, don't be afraid, I've already turned on the light in the living room."

Probably because of the living room that needs to be used every day, the lights here are quite bright, which makes Shelley feel much better.She smiled slightly, Sherlock is usually very self-centered, but sometimes he is also very considerate, it's just that there are not many people who can enjoy this occasional thoughtfulness.

"You can sleep in my room tonight." Sherlock said when he came out after washing his hands, "Anyway, you didn't sleep less in my bed before."