sherlock cat

Jenny is sitting in the Scotland Yard office, and on her right is a young police officer with glasses, who is said to be Scotland Yard's portrait expert.When Jenny said a word, the young police officer looked at her behind his glasses, and then blushed.Jenny said something again, and the little policeman looked at her again from behind his glasses, and blushed again.

Three or five times like this, the little policeman's white and tender face almost turned into a liver color.

Jenny was worried, and she continued to talk, whether the face of this young policeman should be on fire.

Sherlock sat to Jenny's left.The coat and scarf on him had been taken off, and they were casually draped over the back of the chair. The well-fitting black suit made him look extraordinarily tall and slender when he was sitting.One arm was resting on the table, and white fingers tapped habitually on it.

As for why they moved from the scene of the crime to Scotland Yard, it seems that Jenny mentioned it a little in order to restore her stupid image in front of Sherlock. Downstairs the murderer's face was gone.

She was then taken to Scotland Yard by police.

Jenny was recalling the features of the murderer's face that she remembered at a glance, while watching Sherlock's beautiful fingers tapping on the table.

Fair and slender, with distinct bones.She has only touched it with a cat's paw before, um, and licked it. She doesn't know how it feels to touch it with her hands. She doesn't know how it feels to touch it with a cat's tongue.

Jenny just watched, thought, and swallowed her saliva.

In the end, Jenny slowly concluded a pattern, and the speed at which he tapped on the desktop seemed to be getting faster and faster.And it was the little police officer wearing glasses who faltered at her and blushed once, and the speed of his finger tapping was a level faster.In the end, those dense knocks formed an almost uninterrupted straight line, and Jenny was dazzled.

Before the little policeman's face burned, the computer finally spelled out a complete portrait of the murderer.

Jenny looked at the screen and said with certainty, "It's him."

Sherlock's fingers stopped suddenly, he got up quickly, and went to the computer to look at it.

In this way, he was so close to Jenny, so close that Jenny could smell his familiar and pleasant scent.

"That building has 7 floors. It seems that your eyesight is not so good. You can see a person 20 meters away so clearly through layers of rain curtains."

Sherlock straightened up, looked at her and said.

Jenny consciously took this sentence as a compliment, stood up from her chair, and waved her hands modestly, but her words were not humble at all.

"I have good eyesight since I was a child, and it's nothing. After a long time, you will find that I actually have many other advantages, such as... such as..."

Jenny has already raised her finger, ready to list her strengths domineeringly yet humbly, so that he can fall in love with her as soon as possible.As a result, after working for a long time, I couldn't figure out one and a half of my own advantages.

Then she suddenly discovered that Sherlock helped her discover even the advantage of good eyesight.

This is really very sad, very melancholy.

Finally, he whispered discouragedly: "Compared with you, those advantages of mine are not considered advantages."

After thinking about it, he decided to defend himself: "It's really not all my fault, it's because you are too good and perfect. Anyone who is in front of you will be compared poorly."

After thinking about it again, I added a guarantee: "But don't worry, I will definitely work hard to make myself better and worthy of you."

Thinking again, it will take time to make myself better, so I negotiated and said: "Before I get better, can you like me a little bit first?"

Sherlock stood quietly without opening his mouth, just listening to her speaking one after another, very happily.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Jenny took a step closer, and stretched out her thumb and index finger to make a short distance: "Such a small amount is fine."

Sherlock looked at her thin white fingers hesitantly gesticulating, and finally shortened by two millimeters unwillingly, then turned to him with pale green eyes, and asked him in a flattering and soft voice, "Can such a small amount be okay? "

Mr. Holmes suddenly felt that his heartbeat and breathing were a little unsteady. He suddenly turned around and said, "John, let's go."

After speaking, he walked towards the door with long legs, and when the cool wind and wet rain gradually came, Sherlock realized that he forgot his coat and scarf...

If Mr. Sherlock Holmes has anything in common with ordinary people, it is that he actually likes to hear others praise himself.

To be precise, I like it very much.

Although this attribute is hidden by his arrogance, it has to be said that Jenny's frank and blatant confession plus praise actually benefited Mr. Holmes's arrogant heart.

What's more, any man will probably be very useful if he is shown favor by a woman, especially if the woman is still very good-looking.

And if it grows into Jenny's appearance that exceeds expectations, it will probably be more than beneficial.

But Jenny didn't understand much of these things. She only saw that Sherlock didn't respond to her "little liking" that she compromised and compromised, and retreated and retreated.

She felt that her confession was a failure.

Seeing Sherlock walk away with his long legs, Jenny stared blankly at his back, with a slightly hurt expression in a daze, not knowing whether to chase after him or not.

Outside the glass window, the autumn rain was still falling cheerfully. When the wind blew, it slanted against the window, making a crackling sound.

According to her personality in the past, she naturally chased after her perseveringly, but she said a lot just now, and he didn't respond at all. Wouldn't it be too thick-skinned to chase after her now?

In fact, she doesn't really care if she is thick-skinned, but will it affect his perception of herself?

well.Jenny sighed silently in her heart.Life is hard outside the woods.

Jenny, who was busy sighing, didn't realize that she wasn't the only one staring blankly at Sherlock's back. The police officers of Scotland Yard also had the same expression, and even had the same thought in their hearts:

Even such a girl can refuse, she really is a pervert!

Of course, this same idea is only the same idea of ​​the Scotland Yard police officers. Jenny would not have such an idea, not only did she not have it, but if she knew what they were thinking at this moment, they would probably never beat them again. Dare to have such thoughts.

Jenny was still vacillating between chasing and not chasing. After thinking for a while, she finally decided to chase after her.Although there may be a suspicion of thick skin, but compared with his whole person, such things as shame are not important at all!

However, the lovely Dr. Watson saved her face in time.

Just as Jenny was about to step on her feet, Watson walked up to her with the coat and scarf that Sherlock left behind, and sincerely extended an invitation: "Long time no see, go to 221B, Mrs. Hudson It must be a pleasure to meet you."

Jenny thought that Mrs. Hudson had seen me a long time ago, so she nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and agreed. She also took Sherlock's clothes and scarf from Watson in a very "grateful" way. in my arms.

A gust of cold wind mixed with cool rain blew over the gate, and Jenny sneezed solidly, with water vapor gathering in her eyes, and vaguely saw that Sherlock hadn't left, and was standing straight in front of him not far away. place.

It was a drowsy and rainy day outside, and Sherlock's suit was also black, but in Jenny's eyes, standing there, he looked like the most colorful bright color in the darkness, especially eye-catching and beautiful.

Jenny ran over with his coat and scarf in her arms, and when she ran in front of him, she suddenly closed her legs and looked up at him with a bright smile.

"Sherlock!" She called out his name happily, and lifted the clothes and scarves in her arms to him, "Your clothes."

Sherlock looked at the clothes, then at her, reached for the coat, and put it on sideways.

Jenny watched with bright eyes.

How can you look so good even when you put on clothes?

The long coat, like a gray butterfly with outstretched wings, fluttered lightly for half a circle before landing firmly on his shoulders.

Sherlock put on his coat, habitually turned up the collar of the coat, glanced at her again, then turned and walked to the side of the road to call a taxi.

Jenny looked down at the scarf in her hand, froze for a moment, then happily wrapped the blue around her neck.

Well, it's warm.

Smell it, and it smells good on him.

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The author has something to say: Detective Sherlock Holmes: It's not cold at all today, I don't think I need to wear a scarf.

Maomao, raise your hand vigorously: I'm cold!I am cold!I want to wear a scarf!

I have a dinner appointment with my classmates today, and the red envelopes will be sent out later!

Although I'm not here, you still have to leave your paw prints, wait for me to come back and give out red envelopes!