sherlock cat

This is probably the dullest experience Inspector Lestrade has had since working with Sherlock, or even since he knew Sherlock.

It's not that Sherlock has less sarcasm about them mortals, or that his high-speed brain has slowed down.

These are impossible to exist, and the irony that should be there is no less, and it even seems to be more violent.The smartest brain in England is still running at high speed like an engine, even running faster than before, when those bizarre clues and discoveries spit out from his mouth, the speed of speech is almost faster than usual More than double.

Sherlock's rhythm has always been faster than others, and at this time it is more like pressing the fast forward button, the powerful logical reasoning and death speech speed, it is simply dizzying and dizzy to keep up with.

But under such a fast pace, Inspector Lestrade still felt that the atmosphere was indescribably dull.Of course, there was a poor man whose head had been pierced by a bullet lying on the big bed in the room, so it was normal for the atmosphere to be dull.

The problem is, this is Sherlock Holmes.Everyone who knew him knew that the case only excited his nerves and had nothing to do with dullness.

But after a few minutes, the inspector discovered the crux of the matter.

At that time, Jenny was standing on the edge of a wall at the scene of the crime, with her head down, and she didn't say a word from beginning to end.Sherlock glanced casually past her several times, but she didn't notice.

Inspector Lestrade looked at the two furry children with great interest, feeling a sense of elation and relief for no reason.

The detective has learned from Watson that Jenny has lost some memories of Sherlock because of an illness.And Sherlock, a brat, completely ignored Jenny.

But these two "disabled people" met again.

What a strong and magical fate this is!

What's even more amazing is that they, the bystanders, still remember clearly the memories that the two parties had forgotten.

It turns out that "the authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear" is such a feeling.

The detective sincerely felt that this feeling was not bad, no wonder Sherlock, who could always see through everything easily, always had a haughty and indifferent expression.Feng Shui took turns, and the inspector was finally able to look down on Sherlock with this expression for a while.

Inspector Chang Hua said that it doesn’t feel good to stand on the clouds and look down on all living beings—especially when the living beings also include a person named Sherlock Holmes.

Until Sherlock left the crime scene with the depressed Jenny, Inspector Lestrade still maintained this sense of comfort and joy of turning over to be the master.

Jenny's rare depression and silence lasted until they returned to Baker Street.

In the middle of the night, Sherlock returned to the bedroom and lay on the bed waiting for a long time, but the cat Jenny still didn't show up.

He changed his position on the bed, changed his position again, and... finally "hoo!" He sat up, jumped out of bed with bare feet, and opened the door.

Jenny was still in the living room, sitting on Sherlock's sofa.She was also barefoot, and her white and tender feet were put into the sofa and she rolled herself into a ball, thinking about one thing over and over again.

What she thought about over and over was nothing else, but that she didn't teach the female police officer named Sally Donovan enough.It's just that a little magic made her have nightmares for a month. This punishment is so merciful that Jenny really wants to go back and make up for it.

Or kill her quietly, and it would be a good idea to destroy her body.

At the scene of the crime, she lowered her head and said nothing, and she kept fighting with this idea.But Sherlock and many Scotland Yard policemen were there, so it was not easy to do anything.

Go secretly now, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the night of murder is high, and you can probably succeed without anyone noticing.

Sherlock appeared very timely. If he was a second or two later, there might have been one more bizarre murder in London.

Jenny can always spot Sherlock the first time he appears, and this time is no exception.

There was only one floor lamp turned on in the living room, she turned her head and saw that the light had stretched his shadow long, and those curly hairs she liked most were messily placed on his head by him, and the long sleep The robe hung down, emitting a faint blue light in the dim light of the living room.

He looks so good.

Jenny didn't understand, why would someone call him a "freak" when he was so good?

What Jenny didn't understand was why he wasn't angry?

She wants him to be angry, and she can help him vent his anger when he is angry.

But he is not angry.It made her very sad.

A cold wind blew in and raised the curtains on the windows.

Jenny suddenly remembered that she had opened the window just now because she was bored, and the night wind that already brought the coolness of early winter was blowing in through the open window.

She wasn't afraid of the cold, but she glanced at the thin nightgown on Sherlock, jumped up quickly, and closed the window.

There was no wind, and the living room was extremely quiet for a while.

The cool wind that sneaked in was quickly covered by the heat from the fireplace, and the room became warm again.

Jenny turned and walked back to the sofa, wrapping herself in again.

Sherlock glanced at her, walked over, and sat down in the armchair opposite her.

Jenny likes the night, because every night is the closest she is to Sherlock, she can sleep in his arms without any restraint, and he will not push her away.

But she is a human being now, not a cat, so she can't be in his arms, but can only sit across from him at a distance.

Jenny was briefly dissatisfied with the positions of the two, and then asked, "That female police officer, why did she call you a 'freak'?"

Her voice was a little aggrieved, as if the person called "freak" was herself.

Sherlock sat cross-legged in an armchair, a corner of his long nightgown hanging down onto the red carpet.

Hearing Jenny ask this question, Sherlock was surprised.He knew that Jenny's silence all night was because of Donovan, but he really didn't think that she cared about such a small matter.

Sherlock felt a little strange.

There are too many people around him who don't like him, it's not normal to like him.And everyone knows why people hate him, just like everyone knows why Donovan called him "freak" and thinks it's normal.So did Sherlock.

He has long been used to it.

This is the first time for Jenny.

She couldn't understand why someone didn't like him.

And feel bad about it.

……

Sherlock couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, it was ridiculous, but also a little... warm.

Jenny was still looking at her, as if seriously waiting for his answer.

Sherlock leaned back in the chair, tapped a few times on one armrest with the fingers of his right hand.

"There's no reason," he said. "If I have to answer, it's probably because I'm different from them."

Jenny immediately said "Yes" and nodded in agreement: "You are smarter than them."

The corner of Sherlock's lips moved upwards slightly.

His face was hidden in the shadow of the dim light, and she couldn't see it clearly.

In fact, after she calmed down, Jenny quickly figured it out for herself. The female police officer called Sherlock "freak" hated Sherlock, and even the entire Scotland Yard, except Lestrade, was very unfriendly to Sherlock. .

She had preconceived that Sherlock was so good that no one would dislike him, so she was blindfolded and never cared or thought deeply about the attitude of others.

She just hasn't turned this corner yet, forgetting that it's impossible for everyone to like her, whether it's a human or a demon.And she always felt that it was difficult to make everyone like her, but it was easy to make everyone hate her.And once in a while sincerely worked in this direction.

Just because the person involved now is Sherlock, she is particularly unacceptable.

Jenny couldn't see the expression on Sherlock's face, but she could hear that when he spoke again, his tone softened significantly.

He said, "Don't waste your time and energy on these irrelevant people, Jenny. They have no effect on me." After a pause, he added, "If there were, it was a long time ago. They don't It's worth my attention, and it's not worth yours."

After Jenny heard his words, the sadness in her heart suddenly surged up again.It's the kind of sad feeling at the scene of a crime when Donovan calls him a "freak" and he doesn't care.

Jenny is just a cat. She grew up in an isolated forest, surrounded by Xiao Hei, Tiger King, and many other little demons and animals. She doesn't understand the complex emotions of human beings, let alone What is loneliness.

But at this time, she realized vaguely again that Sherlock was alone.

Perhaps he has been alone.It's been like this since he was a child, that's why he ran to the depths of the forest alone, and played with her there for an afternoon.

She met him so early and so early, but it took 21 years to find him again.That was 21 years that Jenny didn't know about.

Did people often call him a "freak" in those 21 years?

He alone endured the disgust and rejection of others, how long did it take him to become such an indifferent habit?

If only she had tried harder, Jenny thought.If you practice harder, you will be able to get out of the forest sooner.

If only she had been with him for those 21 years.

if……

Jenny looked at him and said softly: "It would be nice if I found you sooner."

Sherlock's pupils flickered extremely quickly, and he sat in the shadows, staring at her fiercely.

Jenny could see his expression now because she had risen from the couch and crouched in front of him like a cat.

His deep pupils are like a microscope in a laboratory, sharp as if he wants to see every cell in her body clearly.

Jenny looked straight at him without fear.Under the dim light of the living room, her eyes were still as clear and clear as the emerald green lake water.

Sherlock looked at her quietly for a while, a smile slowly forming in his eyes.It's that obvious, genuine smile.

His big warm palm landed on the top of her head and rubbed it lightly, just like he usually does when he rubs Jenny the cat.

"Just right now, Jenny," he said, "just right now."

Jenny actually didn't quite understand the meaning of his words, but she felt very sensitively that he was rare and gentle at this time.

Jenny couldn't be more comfortable with things like climbing up with the bamboo pole as long as she can.

She immediately arched forward boldly, leaned forward very naturally, threw herself on Sherlock, put her chin on his shoulder, and murmured like a sigh: "If it's just right, when will you like it?" What about me?"

She confessed her love on the first day they met.

Sherlock pursed his lips, didn't speak or move, and let her hang on him.

Jenny lay on his shoulder, yawned, suddenly remembered something, turned her head and said: "If you are a 'freak' to be different from others, then I must be a 'freak' too."

Her head was on Sherlock's shoulder, and she didn't leave it when she was talking, she just tilted her head slightly, and her soft breath hit his bare neck firmly.

After a slight itching, Sherlock's back only felt a tingling numbness, climbing up from the tailbone like an electric current.

Mr. Holmes froze at once.

Jenny didn't notice anything.Ever since she heard Donovan call Sherlock a "freak", she wanted to say something to comfort him, but she didn't know what to say, and finally thought of it suddenly.

She thought for a while, then continued to say to his white and tender neck: "According to this standard, I must be more serious than your 'freak'."

Jenny originally wanted to beat up people who called Sherlock "freaks" so they wouldn't dare to call him that again.But after saying this, Jenny thought it was good.Two people being a "geek" together sounds like a good match.

The word "fit" Jenny had heard from Mrs. Hudson, who was always fond of saying that she and Sherlock were a perfect match.Jenny felt that since two people want to be a good match, it must be a good match in all aspects, without dead ends, and in all aspects.

But it was obvious that Mr. Holmes didn't hear any good match. In fact, he probably didn't hear anything, because he was trying to ignore her soft and soft breath, those feathery and numb sensations sweeping across his skin, It is passing through the neck and spreading to the whole body...

Jenny didn't pay much attention to the inappropriate posture of the two talking like this at first, but when he tilted his head back slightly, Jenny just saw that his slender, white neck was right next to her mouth.

Jenny lowered her eyes to look at his neck, and leaned over to sniff it like a cat.

She had always loved the smell of him, finding him more alluring than her favorite fish and chips.

Fish fingers can be eaten, but Sherlock can't.

But can lick.

She had long wanted to try whether there was any difference between a human tongue and a cat's tongue licking him.

As an actionist, Jenny did what she thought, and immediately stuck out her wet, slippery little tongue, and licked his neck neatly.

It was really just a lick, without any coyness or embarrassment, very generous, as if what she licked was really a fried fish stick.

The wet and soft touch came suddenly, and Sherlock even clearly felt that the tip of her little tongue nimbly hooked on his skin like a small hook before leaving at last.

His whole body was shaken violently, and his face was tense like a bow for a moment.But Jenny was still on top of him, leaning close to the front of his neck, and after patting her mouth twice in aftertaste, she was about to lick her second mouthful.

Sherlock gritted his teeth tightly, and before she really took action again, his brain finally regained his clarity, and stretched out two big hands in time, lifted her off his body, and said "you sleep by yourself tonight!", Walk quickly to the bedroom...

The author has something to say: Maomao, you should also use your brain in a timely manner. Think about the sentence "you sleep by yourself tonight!" and you will know that your vest has been lost...

Maomao: This question is too difficult, my brain refuses...

And, this chapter has Mr. Holmes' head-to-head killing, have you got it yet?