sherlock cat

The next day, Jenny, who turned into a human, lived in the room on the third floor of 221B as a new tenant with ulterior motives.

This is really a bit of a departure from Mrs. Hudson's planned route for Jenny. Originally, according to the landlord's wife's vision, Jenny made a successful confession. Naturally, she took advantage of the victory and pursued it, directly and efficiently sharing a room and a bed with Sherlock.

Although Jenny's understanding of "living in the same room, sleeping in the same bed" is obviously not at the same depth as Mrs. Hudson's understanding, but Jenny has always lived in the same room with Sherlock and slept in the same bed. It's just a difference between a human form and a cat form, so when she was making a plan, she didn't think there was anything wrong with Mrs. Hudson's words, she blinked her big eyes, and nodded her head in agreement.

At that time, Mrs. Hudson still felt that although Jenny seemed innocent and ignorant, she turned out to be so upright and calm in the matter of men and women. Don't know anything.

Now Jenny suddenly told Mrs. Hudson that her confession was unsuccessful. Mrs. Hudson was stunned for a moment, grabbed her arm, and told her to tell the story quickly.

Jenny really told it in detail from beginning to end.

She didn't feel embarrassed when she confessed to Sherlock yesterday in front of so many people. Although Sherlock's non-response made her feel a little sad and uneasy, there is no such difficult emotion as embarrassment.

It didn't even occur to her that she should feel embarrassed.

Because what she said was the truth and what she wanted to say.

There is no need for embarrassment when one person sincerely says what one wants to say to another.

So when she told Mrs. Hudson now, Jenny didn't feel embarrassed.

It's just that Mrs. Hudson kept saying "ohhhhhh" while listening to her, which greatly affected Jenny's performance.

Finally, when the speech was over, Mrs. Hudson took Jenny's hand excitedly, and watched her tenderly, with teardrops still shining in her eyes.

"My silly girl," said Mrs. Hudson, "is so beautiful! Believe me, Sherlock must be impressed by you."

Jenny shook her head: "I don't want to impress him, I want him to like me and be with me forever."

Mrs. Hudson looked at her and said, "Of course, dear. Of course he'll like you, and of course he'll be with you forever. I'm sure that's the best thing he'd like to do."

Jenny hugged Mrs. Hudson happily, and said shamelessly, "I think so too."

Although Mrs. Hudson felt that Jenny's confession was not only not a failure, but also a success, but the arrogant Mr. Holmes did not make it clear.Mrs. Hudson imagined washing Jenny and throwing her directly on Sherlock's bed.

After imagining, Mrs. Hudson decided to change the original strategic route.

So there was Jenny as the new tenant, moving into apartment 221B.

Mrs. Hudson gave Jenny the key to the room on the third floor.The moment Jenny walked in, she suddenly felt that this room was very familiar, as if she had lived here before.

When she threw herself in a large font on the bed covered with snow-white sheets, Jenny felt a little regretful about not being able to share a room with Sherlock.

But after another thought, she would turn into a human being to get along with Sherlock during the day to enhance their relationship, and she could turn into a cat and sleep with him at night.It is really using practical actions to achieve day and night.

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly felt very complete.

Because I was too involved in the fantasy, I fell out of the fantasy and found myself lying alone on the snow-white bed in the room.

Suddenly there was a crackling sound of something hitting the glass window.

Jenny tilted her head and saw teardrop-like raindrops hitting the transparent glass window, winding out long and short water trails.

Jenny thought in a daze, the city of London is really a city that likes rain.

The image of Sherlock standing in the drizzle yesterday suddenly appeared in his mind. The cool rain wetted his hair and eyelashes, and formed a thin layer of mist on his black coat and fair cheeks.

And his tall nose, the tip of the round nose is also densely packed with small raindrops...

"Huh!" Jenny sat up from the bed and suddenly felt a little hot.

She glanced at the raindrops on the glass window again, jumped up from the bed, ran downstairs quickly, and shouted to Mrs. Hudson at the door: "I'll deliver an umbrella to Sherlock!"

He took out two umbrellas from the umbrella bucket and ran into the rain.

Jenny knew that Sherlock and Watson went to see the detective named Lestrade today.Scotland Yard is said to have captured the suspect based on the portrait she provided.

She was the one who provided the suspect's portrait, and Scotland Yard was the one who arrested the suspect according to the portrait, but Jenny still thought flatteredly, Sherlock is really good at solving the case so quickly!

Therefore, the disease of blindness and blindness does not distinguish between ages, groups and species, and it can be caught if one is not careful.Not only was there no cure, but the patient himself was so sick that he wanted to.

When Jenny rushed to Scotland Yard, she hadn't seen Sherlock yet, but met an unexpected person.

Driss stood at the gate of Scotland Yard, still wearing the gray hooded sweater and black jacket from yesterday. Because of the rain, the sweater hood was pulled up and worn on his bald head.

Jenny doesn't know many people here, so she was very happy to see someone she looked familiar with. She had long forgotten that Driss confessed to her yesterday, and only remembered that Driss told her yesterday that she wanted to be friends with her, and She agreed at the time.So they are friends now.

"Hello, Driss." Jenny waved her hand from afar to greet her new friend.

Seeing her, Driss was stunned for a moment, then immediately burst into a big smile, showing his white teeth, and ran to her in two or three steps, stepping on the rainwater all over the floor.

"I saw the news that Scotland Yard had caught the murderer of the murder, so I knew I could meet you here!" Dries said.

"Are you waiting for me?" Jenny asked curiously.

"Yes, I came in the morning." Driss put his big hands into his jacket pockets, and blinked at her, "I thought I'd have to wait until the afternoon, and I was thinking about whether to buy myself a hamburger , I didn’t expect you to appear.”

Jenny didn't understand any deep meaning from Driss' behavior, but thought that he must have something important to wait for her for so long, so she asked, "What are you waiting for me for?"

Driss said cheerfully: "You can do whatever you want, eat, watch a movie, or go to the bar for a drink... whatever you like. Philip doesn't need me all day today."

"Who is Philip?" Jenny asked completely out of focus.

"Philip is my boss. He is not bad. I can introduce you if I have a chance."

Jenny nodded.

Of the two of them, one has little experience in chatting with others, and the other chats very casually, so the central idea of ​​the topic is very divergent, and finally rushed all the way unstoppably to the question of whether the housekeeper and the gardener of Driss' boss Philip had an affair? Magical direction.

Jenny was confused by what she heard, but in the end she still didn't understand why he had been waiting for her here for so long...

When Sherlock and Watson came out of Scotland Yard, they had just pulled the collar of their coats halfway, when they saw Jenny and Driss standing face to face, and the two seemed to be having a good time talking.

Sherlock frowned subconsciously. He didn't know if it was because of this "happy conversation", or because Jenny was holding two umbrellas in her hand, but her IQ was so poor that she didn't know how to open one to protect herself from the rain. Leng Leng poured in the cold rain.

But Sherlock really wronged Jenny. When she first came out of Baker Street, she really had a "poor IQ" for a moment. When the rain poured on her face, she realized that she didn't need to run to the street at all. A small teleportation spell takes you to Scotland Yard in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, she is a good cat demon who knows her mistakes and can correct them. She hurriedly got into a remote alley, snapped her fingers a little, and appeared in Scotland Yard.

As for standing in the cold rain with an umbrella and chatting with Driss at this moment... this, she really forgot...

Jenny, who forgot to hold an umbrella, didn't forget that she came here to find Sherlock, so as soon as he appeared, Jenny found out.

Immediately exclaimed excitedly: "Sherlock!" Derris was thrown away and happily ran to his side.

Mr. Holmes watched Jenny running towards him like a cat seeing delicious fried fish, and his frowning brows relaxed a little.

Jenny stood still in front of him, her voice was still so clear and moist, and she called out again: "Sherlock!"

Sherlock stood up straight, and responded with a low "hmm".

Jenny raised her head, her pale green pupils looked at him happily.

The raindrops kept falling, weaving into a large silver net.

Sherlock is not a romantic person, but every time Jenny looks at him like this, it's probably because her eyes are too focused, and it always gives him an illusion, as if there are only the two of them in this huge London city.

Just the two of them, and this wet silence.

Today's scene is so similar to the scene when Jenny confessed to him yesterday, it's hard for Sherlock not to think about it, and he believes that Watson and Derris, who stood not far away and looked at him with an unfriendly expression, also I remembered it all.

Her phrase "I like you, so I'm waiting for you here to see if you can like me too" seemed to be floating in the air, clearly audible.

When he thought of the first sentence, he thought of the second sentence, and the third sentence... At this time, those deceptive love words rushed towards him one after another through the falling rain.

But he is Sherlock Holmes, and although his powerful memory palace is under siege by some useless memories, and the "battle situation" is very grim, there is still no expression on his face.

It's just that the light-colored thin lips are lightly pursed.

Jenny, oblivious to the "rebellion" in his brain, was staring eagerly at the tiny raindrops on the tip of his nose.After watching for a while, he suddenly let out a cry, remembering the serious business of this trip, and hurriedly handed the umbrella in front of him.

"I'll bring you an umbrella," she said.

Sherlock glanced at her wet hair.

Jenny's hair was the same as Sherlock's, thick and soft black. After being wet by the rain at this moment, a few strands were sticking to her fair forehead, making her black hair appear darker and her fair skin appear whiter.

Sherlock paused, and reached for the umbrella.

After Jenny handed Watson the other umbrella, she finally remembered that poor Dries was still waiting for her.

She was about to go over to say hello to Derris and tell him that she couldn't accompany him to dinner, watch a movie or go to the bar for a drink today.

Before he could turn around, he heard Sherlock speak suddenly.

"Apparently you moved to Baker Street."

He spoke in a low voice, but he managed to prevent Jenny from turning around.

She stopped almost immediately and looked at him with wide eyes: "How do you know?"

Sherlock opened the umbrella and propped it over her head.

"Because these are all written on your face, and I happen to have the observation ability of a normal person." He held the umbrella and looked down at her and said.

Jenny didn't think there was anything wrong with Sherlock's arrogant tone. In fact, she didn't think Sherlock's appearance was arrogant.

Immediately praised the venue and praised: "You are so amazing, you guessed it right. I moved to Baker Street, and we can be together every day in the future. Mrs. Hudson said that this will make you like me earlier."

Really, three sentences are inseparable from confession.

Sherlock didn't comment on Mrs. Hudson's point of view, and waved his hand to hail a taxi.

He walked to the taxi, opened the door in a gentlemanly manner, then stood slightly sideways, looking back at Jenny.

In the white rain, he held the umbrella with one hand and held the door of the car with the other. His tall and tall figure was very handsome.

Without him talking, Jenny walked over in a daze.

It was only when she was safely in the taxi that Jenny regained some clarity in her dizzy head, and exclaimed with the last "conscience" in her arms: "Driss..."

Mr. Holmes has calmly and quickly reported the address to the driver: "221B Baker Street, thank you."

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The author has something to say: Imagine the picture of Juan Fu holding an umbrella and opening the door, and then substitute yourself...

Although the picture is beautiful, it is serious to say:

Isn't it too "shameful" to sell beauty or something in order to beat a rival in love? (not...haha~

感谢在2020-08-0217:34:37~2020-08-0320:31:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Shen Jiuci; 2 bottles of Jin;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!