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Watson stood three steps away from Jenny, looked at her, and did not speak for a long time.

Without the deductive reasoning of detective Sherlock Holmes, the doctor also knew that the expression on his face at this moment must be full of shock and disbelief.

Ever since Mrs. Hudson had suddenly mentioned Jenny in his presence, Watson had been thinking of this precious friend for the past few days, though with all his might.

Like Sherlock, Watson believes that he will never meet someone as magical and wonderful as Jenny in his life.

Sherlock and Jenny, the two of them are his most important friends and family.Losing any of them would be an unbearable loss for him.

The doctor felt that he might need some more time to calm down the excitement at this moment. As an ordinary human being, the doctor thought his request was reasonable, after all, he was facing a supernatural event—and it was lonely and unmanned. Knowingly confronted with a supernatural event.

Inspector Lestrade next to him glanced at the doctor quietly: Actually, I know.

A year ago, not many people knew about Jenny's death.Inspector Lestrade was only a quarter of that few.

Most people thought that the very beautiful girl just couldn't stand Sherlock at last, and realized that the world is not worth it. 221B, that certain detective who can always annoy the living to death and bring the dead back to life is even more unworthy.So he happily dumped Sherlock.

For many people, this is normal, this makes sense.

Dr. Watson was shocked and emotional, but he still hadn't forgotten that it was too difficult to hide something from Sherlock. The doctor believed that Sherlock had doubts by now.

Watson restrained himself, clenched his fists and opened them again, took a few deep breaths as smoothly as possible, and then slowly walked in front of Jenny.

"Hello, Jenny, long time no see."

Jenny's paws grabbed a small corner of the blanket that the ambulance staff put on her shoulders, and shook it lightly like a lucky cat, saying hello: "Long time no see."

Her action made Sherlock think of his cat inexplicably.

He looked from Jenny to Watson.

"You know each other?" he asked.

"Yes..." Watson raised his hand a little, put it down again, and said not very quickly, "Yes, Jenny is... an old friend. An old friend whom I haven't seen for a long time."

Jenny tugged at the blanket and buried herself in it.

It's old friends, we didn't lie to you.

She thought not without guilt.

"OK, Jenny." Sherlock called out her name with a strong accent, his speech speed was not fast at this time, and Jenny heard him ask coldly, "Maybe you would like to tell me why you Are you still at the scene of the crime, Miss Jenny?"

Jenny hadn't had time to ask this question, but Driss had already answered it successfully.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" he said. "She's waiting for you."

Around the scene of the crime, there was an extremely tacit silence.

Jenny finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned to Derris: "You should save some confession for me, okay?"

Driss raised his hand cooperatively, and made a zipper motion on his chubby mouth.

Through the heavy rain, Jenny took a deep breath, stood up from the ambulance, took a few steps towards Sherlock, stood with him in the rain, looked into his eyes seriously, and spoke slowly.

"Driss is right. I like you, so I'm waiting for you here to see if you can like me too."

Sherlock's gray pupils flickered very quickly, but immediately returned to calm, looking down at her, neither moving nor speaking.

Jenny paused, and told him one by one with her fingers.

"According to your method here, I am about 20 years old. I am in the prime of life. I am in good health and have no bad habits. My mind may not be as smart as yours, but I am not stupid. I can support myself and you don't have to worry about it. If you want , I can also support you. People who have met me say that I am pretty good-looking, and if you are with me, I will treat you very well."

There were beautiful and charming light spots dancing in her passionate light green eyes, and her voice was like the ringing of bells shaking gently in the light wind and drizzle, she asked him clearly and crisply: "What do you say?"

All around, everyone continued to be silent in tacit understanding.

Rainy night, dead bodies, homicides, and groups of police detectives... probably can't find a second more representative confession scene than this one.

Sherlock's throat choked uncontrollably.

There is no doubt that this is definitely the first time Sherlock has heard others confess his love to him——

Very...beautiful love story.

Even someone as indifferent and arrogant as Sherlock has to admit it.

He looked into Jenny's eyes.These light green eyes gave him a very strong sense of familiarity.

In fact, Jenny was completely overwhelmed, and the rain for a moment and a half did not damage her beauty, on the contrary, it added a bit of pitiful charm to her as a troubled girl - I didn't see the policemen in Scotland Yard one after another The officials rushed to show their courtesy and condolences.

Jenny has an oriental face, but a pair of light green western-style pupils, which makes her a perfect combination of the beauty of the East and the West.

Sherlock stared at her closely, his eyes were as sharp as putting her under a microscope for dissection observation.But Jenny was not afraid of his gaze, she also looked straight into his eyes.

Under the flickering red and blue warning lights, his pale gray pupils seemed to be dyed with color.

Sherlock looked at her for a long time, then suddenly lowered the corners of his eyes slightly.

Jenny wasn't sure if she saw a faint smile flash across his face.

"So," he said, raising his eyes again, "I don't think you saw the murderer."

Jenny blinked, making sure he did pull them back into their roles of detective and witness for a second.

"I am willing!" Driss next to him suddenly called out.Throwing the blanket on his shoulders on the ground, he stepped forward to Jenny, and two big hands like iron pincers clasped her narrow shoulders, pulling her away from Sherlock to face him.

Driss made this series of movements very smoothly, and Jenny was turned half a circle by him like a spinning top.

"Listen, Jenny, we've known each other for less than three hours, but I like you—no!" Driss said solemnly and firmly, "I love you, girl. Yes, I love you! From watching From the first moment I saw you, I fell in love with you deeply!"

Jenny froze.

It's not because of Driss's sudden confession, but Driss's sudden confession gave her a kind of inspiration to empathize with others——

She suddenly thought, was Sherlock listening to her string of love words just now, just like she was listening to Driss's confession now, feeling like being struck by lightning...

Why didn't she hold on to it?

She was a stranger to Sherlock now!

None of Mrs. Hudson's primary and backup plans said she would confess her love at the first meeting!

Driss has known her for three hours, but she and Sherlock have only met for three minutes...

It was over, Sherlock must think she was crazy by now.

Jenny covered her face silently, wanting to die very much.

Driss on the opposite side showed his white teeth with a smile, and said feeling very good: "Don't be shy..."

Jenny put down her hands covering her face in silence.Shy you yo-yo!

Hey, what is a yo-yo...

Jenny's cat-like erratic thoughts diverged to other places.Before I figured out what a yo-yo was, I heard a voice as cold as a knife coming from one side.

"A week ago, there was a robbery at the Asprey jewelry store on New Bond Street." Sherlock's cold eyes swept over Driss's big hand holding Jenny's shoulders. "The suspect is a black man, 189cm tall. cm, weighing 247 pounds, bald, living in the East End of London..."

Jenny turned her head to look at him, not understanding what his words had to do with the current situation, but saw his beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned, as if something had happened that displeased him.

Jenny didn't understand, but Driss heard it clearly, and shouted angrily: "It's not me! I was still there a week ago..."

The high-pitched voice was suddenly cut off in the throat.

Mr. Holmes gave him a cold and haughty look.

"Yes, I know it's not you." He continued calmly following Dries' pause, "You only dare to pick some unremarkable jewelry stores, and—" His cold gray eyes stared relentlessly at Dries. Reese, "You were in jail a week ago."

Driss's face was flushed red, but fortunately he was originally dark, so he couldn't tell much, but his huge nostrils were wheezing heavily, letting people know that he was very angry.

Jenny didn't understand what Sherlock's sudden mention of a robbery had anything to do with them before, but later she understood that it seemed to be related to Dries.But as soon as she figured it out, Sherlock personally overturned it, saying that the robbery had nothing to do with Dries at all...

So, why did he bring up such a case on purpose...

Jenny went around in her mind several times, but she still couldn't understand, and secretly worried about her IQ.

She had just bragged in front of Sherlock that she wasn't as smart as he was, but she wasn't stupid either.Such a slap in the face for a second is really very embarrassing.

As everyone knows, it doesn't matter at all to Mr. Holmes.After all, in his eyes, most people are idiots...

The author has something to say: Maomao: I finally finished my confession...but why did I confess?Didn't I just plan on having a romantic encounter in the first place?Why did it end up being a confession within 3 minutes of meeting......

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the object of the confession: So this confession is just improvisation?It seems that you are very good at talking.

Maomao: You will know this soon.

Hahaha~

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