sherlock cat

Mrs. Hudson thought very well for Jenny, and even diligently prepared two backup plans.

It's a pity that Mrs. Hudson's comprehensive plan did not include the sudden encounter with murder.

The corner of Covent Garden Square has been cordoned off, and the red, blue and blue warning lights on the top of the police cars are flickering in the silent night.

On a rainy night in late autumn, a bloody and brutal murder case made people even more uneasy.

Jenny and Derris, two drowned chickens, nestled together in the ambulance. As witnesses, they had just answered questions from the Scotland Yard police.

The excited Derris didn't even need the police to ask him. From the time he went out in the morning, which street he walked, which beautiful woman he met on the way, what he had for lunch, and how many times he went to the toilet in a day, he poured out all the details. out.

Finally, he pointed to the building where he and Jenny had just stood, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he said to the dizzy policeman: "Do you believe it? We were just standing there chatting, and that man just smashed it down." It really just fell down like that! 'Bang!', poor guy, I believe he must have fallen hard..."

Jenny felt a little sympathetic to the policeman who was forced to listen to a lot of nonsense, but thanks to Dries' croaking, she hardly had to speak.

But she also had to face other problems.

In this face-seeking human world, Jenny is sitting curled up next to the five big and three thick Driss, looking so pitiful, so weak, so weak.

Careful ambulance personnel brought her a blanket.Well, that's normal, because Dries got one too.

Another ambulanceman brought her a cup of hot water.Well, that's normal too, because Dries got a glass too.Although when the ambulance personnel brought it over, he asked if he could change it to whiskey, the ambulance personnel rolled their eyes and took the cup of hot water away.

But what happened to a dozen or so police officers taking turns to express condolences to her?And all of them were men, and each of them left her a phone number so that she could contact them at any time in case of any danger.

And it was as if they had discussed it. When they left, they looked at her thoughtfully and left a question, did we meet somewhere...

Jenny held more than a dozen cards in her hand, and felt that the London police uncle was so enthusiastic and dedicated.

While feeling the enthusiasm of the London police officers, Jenny stared at the possible direction of Sherlock through the heavy rain.

She sighed silently in her heart, a little frustrated.

She can still accept it when it rains.Encounter in the rain, according to Mrs. Hudson, is also a pretty good plot.

But incidentally, a homicide case doesn't match the words beautiful and romantic.

Not to mention that she is now drenched in water, and there seems to be some blood splattered on the skirt...

Fortunately, Sherlock has always been only interested in those bizarre cases, such an ordinary murder case should not attract him.She could also go back to Baker Street and discuss the long term with Mrs. Hudson.

I was thinking about it, and asked Mrs. Hudson to add the murder case on the road to Mrs. Hudson's backup plan, when I saw a familiar tall figure walking slowly in the flashing red and blue lights and shadows.

I remember when I was in the woods, for a period of time, the big and thick tiger king didn't know which nerve was wrong, and suddenly became very interested in philosophy.

One sunny afternoon, he took Jenny to squat under an old tree to discuss what dialectics is.

Jenny still remembers that the Tiger King said to her deeply that although human beings are stupid most of the time, some of their philosophical experiences are worth learning.According to a human writer, whether you are a human or a demon, you will not get what you want; what you don’t want, God will throw it at you.This is dialectics.

Tiger King said that this world is a world of unity of opposites, universal connection and change and development, so one day if you have something you want in particular, don't think about it.Only in this way, is it possible for God to "paji" throw this thing you want so much to you.

Because the God above their heads is a God who is well versed in dialectics.

I hate Jenny for forgetting Tiger King's philosophical and wise admonitions. She deserves to be put together by "God who is well versed in dialectics" today.

When she stood quietly at the corner of the square waiting for Sherlock, she didn't wait for him, but waited for a rain and a murder.

She was drenched through, wrapped up in a murder case like a drowned chicken, and when she prayed that he would never show up, he came.

……

She knew she was wrong.

Really.

Tiger King is not a tiger at all.

He is a hermit who is knowledgeable, full of wisdom, and well versed in ancient and modern times.

Jenny watched as Sherlock and Watson walked into the scene of the crime together behind Inspector Lestrade, getting closer and closer to her.

Fortunately, the three of them went to the deceased first.Jenny breathed a sigh of relief.

Jenny saw that Sherlock put on latex gloves, squatted on the ground and carefully examined the unfortunate deceased.

The way he inspected the corpse was like someone looking at a painting, or some other artwork, with a very serious and beautiful expression on his white and condensed cheeks.

Sometimes he would turn slightly sideways in her direction. Although he still lowered his head to face the horrible dead body, Jenny could imagine his beautiful clear light gray pupils. At this moment, there must be a bright light of excitement shining inside. .

Jenny especially loves his eyes.It would be great if one day these eyes, which she loves so much, look at her with such concentration and earnestness.

After thinking about it, Jenny suddenly realized that she seemed to be envious of a dead body...

The wind blew, and the vast rain curtain slanted.

Jenny saw that the curly hair on his forehead was gradually wet by the rain, covering his forehead wetly, and his fair cheeks were also stained with water vapor, making his expression even colder.

He seemed to have finally finished the inspection, stood up from the ground, and took off the latex gloves.

Jenny has been paying attention to Sherlock, so she didn't notice that Inspector Lestrade next to Sherlock has visited her several times.

"Donovan has taken people to the roof to check, and found nothing suspicious." The inspector said.

Sherlock looked up to the top of the building: "Your people have never been of any use to remove the damage site."

Jenny couldn't help but bend the corners of her lips.As expected of the man she had set her eyes on and wanted to "promise with her body", every time she heard him speak, she felt that the whole street was filled with the light of wisdom.

Inspector Lestrade was heartbroken for two seconds, then pointed firmly in the direction of Jenny and Driss, looked at Sherlock meaningfully, and said, "Those two are witnesses. When I came down, I fell under their feet, do you have any questions?"

Jenny saw that the pair of eyes she especially liked were finally looking in her direction.

Things have changed, and after everything has come to a successful or unsatisfactory ending, Jenny often thinks of this meeting with Sherlock.

The first meeting in her consciousness at that time was not actually the first meeting between the two of them in the true sense, but for some reason, even after she retrieved her complete memory, this encounter in the rain at the scene of the murder still left a deep impression on her .

Tiger King said, if you want to get what you want from God who is well versed in dialectics, you can't think about it.

But when a person wants something, how can he not think about it?

It's not just thinking, it's just thinking about it day and night, non-stop, over and over again.

Later, Jenny figured it out. In this dialectical world, it is normal for a person not to get what he wants, but if he gets it, it is God's oversight.

But God can't always overlook, so in this world, there can only be more frustrated people and fewer happy people.

It is true that everyone hopes to be the wishful minority, and so is she.

But if God insists on putting her into the majority faction, she will struggle symbolically, but she is not a person who has to fight with God to the end (although she may have knocked and failed to win).In the end, she always had to recognize her destiny and stay honestly in their huge faction.

What a profound and wise and indifferent philosophical cognition!

It's just that this is the spiritual realm of Jenny in the future. At this moment, Jenny has not yet comprehended those profound philosophies of life. She is wearing a head of drenched black hair, watching Sherlock walking towards her helplessly. .

Jenny lowered her head and saw his shiny black leather shoes, which were also covered with water spots.

When she raised her head again, Jenny held back, but before he could speak, she finally said, "Can you hold an umbrella?"

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, and Dries, who was sitting next to her in the ambulance, was also stunned for a moment.

Sherlock was already tall, and Jenny was still sitting. The height gap made Mr. Holmes look down on her.His cool gaze swept over her long, wet and curly black hair imperceptibly.

Jenny choked on his gaze, and murmured: "I mean, the rain looks quite heavy, doesn't it..."

For some reason, Driss on the side was suddenly blessed.

"Wait a minute!" He pointed at Sherlock, but looked at Jenny, and asked loudly, "This guy is the one you were waiting for just now? The one you said you like him very much, and hope to make him like it through a romantic encounter your people?"

As soon as Dries finished speaking, the people around the crime scene seemed to have been pressed the pause button for an instant, they all stopped their movements and looked in the direction of Jenny and Sherlock.

The sound of the surrounding rain suddenly became louder, but it didn't feel noisy, but it seemed even quieter, so quiet that Jenny could almost hear her own breathing clearly.

A line of sight that could not be ignored stopped above her head.

Jenny was speechless for a few seconds, and then said sincerely to Dries, "You have a really good memory."

It is not easy to remember her words verbatim.

Jenny was a little afraid to look at the expression on Sherlock's face, but there was no expression on Sherlock's face.

Mr. Holmes has always had the most rigorous logical thinking, but what Dries said just now, within the scope of his understanding, was just a meaningless nonsense at first.

Then he rarely wastes precious time, going through this nonsense in his wise brain again, and then...

Even more expressionless.

Jenny didn't have time to ponder Sherlock's psychological reaction when she heard her heart indirectly, she was full of bitterness and had nowhere to pour it out.

The situation at this moment is not only different from her imagination, it is simply a thousand miles away.

But Jenny feels that she has lived for more than 500 years. Although she has no great achievements, she has always been an aboveboard monster.Now that his mind has been punctured, there is absolutely no reason to deny it against his will.

Besides, facing Sherlock, she definitely couldn't say "No, don't get me wrong, the person I like is not you".

Although the scene at this moment is not beautiful, not romantic at all, and does not have the three moving elements of "time, place, and harmony" that Mrs. Hudson explained, but when Jenny closed her eyes and her heart swayed, she felt Ready to admit it.

At the very moment, a surprised voice suddenly came from the oblique stab: "Jenny!"

Jenny opened her eyes when she heard the sound, and saw Dr. Watson standing in front of her in shock.

Jenny slapped her forehead, how could she forget Watson.

Although Sherlock forgot her for some unknown reason, Mrs. Hudson remembered her, and Watson must remember her too.

Jenny and Mrs. Hudson imagined all the details, but left out the natural "hidden danger" of the doctor, which is really too careless.

They should have dragged Watson into the water from the very beginning!With Watson as the internal support, maybe the tragedy of her imperfect encounter with Sherlock can be avoided now.

Jenny scolded herself a hundred times in her heart, but with a sincere and friendly smile on her face, she greeted, "John, what a coincidence!"

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The author has something to say: Doctor Peanut, do you know that you interrupted the same confession after the murderer in the previous chapter?

And the neglected Inspector Changhua: No one cares about me, I won’t tell everyone, I was also shocked when I saw Jenny, but after the shock, I still don’t forget to hold my frightened little heart and work diligently Go to Barts Hospital and call Sherlock to meet his old lover.No one cares about me, I want to hide my achievements and fame!

Maomao: I just want to confess, can you all stay away...

It wasn't until a long time later that Jenny remembered that besides Watson, this inspector seemed to be an old friend of hers...

Detective Chang Hua, who is used to being ignored and will continue to be ignored: ...

Today I changed the content of the next chapter again, and then I found that I seemed to have lighted up a new skill of talking love for Maomao......

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