sherlock cat

Mr. Holmes wanted to hit someone very much.

Although when Jenny hugged him and said that she couldn't find her tail, he didn't hold back and laughed for a while.

But he does want to hit people right now.

The person who wanted to hit was clearly concentrated on the black man named Dris in the front right with a smile showing a mouthful of white teeth.

"She's so cute," Dries said, also a little drunk, "I didn't expect her to be so drunk when she drank fruit wine. And when she was drunk, she would look for her own tail. It's really... so cute... ’ he said and laughed.

But Sherlock's face was as dark as ink, and he looked at Dris with a tense expression: "You actually let her smoke marijuana!"

Driss's smile stuck in his throat, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

"It's not me, it's her...I don't know..."

Dries was a little incoherent, because he didn't know how it happened.

Driss didn't know that it was the first time for Jenny to drink alcohol, and he also lamented that she could drink very well and drank very boldly.The fact is that Jenny was already a little drunk after two glasses of wine, but she seemed quieter and more docile than usual when she was drunk.

When Dries lit a cigarette and exhaled a large cloud of choking smoke, Jenny just stared at the cigarette in his hand without speaking.Driss made her green eyes shudder.

Although Driss likes to mess around, he still has a sense of proportion sometimes.He couldn't tell that Jenny hadn't drunk alcohol, but he could tell that Jenny hadn't touched such a thing in his hand.If she asks for it, he will definitely not give it.But the key problem is that Jenny didn't ask for it at all, she just reached out to take it.

Driss didn't pay attention to Jenny's small body at all, and turned to avoid it. Then he realized that he couldn't move at all at that moment, and could only watch Jenny take the cigarette from his hand.

Dries didn't return to normal until Jenny was choked and coughed.In just a few seconds, there was a layer of white sweat on the back.

He felt that he must have run into something evil.He hurriedly ordered another glass of wine for himself to calm his shock, and also ordered a glass for Jenny to suppress his cough.

That's what happened. It took 15 minutes for Driss to pull a stranger at the bar and finally finished speaking.

Then he pulled the poor man who was forced to listen to the incident three times and asked: "Can you blame me for this? I am also a victim! I was very miserable. At that time, I was..."

Started the fourth time...

The strange man buried his face in his hands in despair, rubbed it, raised his face again, and said weakly: "I sympathize with you, buddy, really! But can you let me go and let me pee? I I really can't hold it anymore!"

……

Jenny actually didn't feel that she was drunk, she just felt light and buoyant all over her body, she didn't need to move much, and she didn't use spells, as if her body could float by itself.

It's just persistently chasing myself in circles, persistently wronged and said: "Sherlock, I can't find my tail..."

Sherlock calmly embraced her with one arm, called a taxi with the other, stuffed her into the back seat of the car calmly, and said calmly, "Your tail is in the apartment, I'll get it to you when I get back."

Jenny squinted at him for a while, then leaned on his shoulder obediently, and said, "Okay."

The master driver glanced back through the rearview mirror, met Sherlock's cool gaze, and silently looked back.

Tail... what kind of play is this, it sounds so evil...

Jenny felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn't make a fuss. She was so uncomfortable, she just nestled in his neck like a kitten and whimpered twice, and said in a whisper, "My name is Jenny Baileyville, and I have to find my tail..."

Sherlock looked down at her, and the soft down on the top of her head brushed the side of his face and chin, causing a slight itch.He adjusted his posture to make her more comfortable in his arms.

Jenny snorted softly, and consciously buried her head deeper into his arms.

Sherlock turned his head and glanced at the street outside, then retracted his gaze, and met the driver's gaze in the rearview mirror who had been peeking back.

"After 200 meters, turn left into the alley, go straight until the end of the alley, turn right, then turn left at a comic shop called Rabbit Hole, continue straight, turn right again, and drive until Northumberland Street..."

After Sherlock finished speaking without taking a breath, the driver was stunned for two seconds before realizing that he was giving directions.

"I've been driving a taxi for five years and I've got a map of London printed in my head..."

Mr. Holmes, who really had the map of London printed in his mind, interrupted him bluntly: "Follow the route I told you!"

Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped at the gate of apartment 10B on Baker Street.

Sherlock pushed open the car door and went down. Just as he was leaning in to lift Jenny out of the car, she woke up again.

When she opened her eyes, she saw his face right in front of her eyes.Jenny leaned on the seat, smiled and asked him with clear eyes: "Are we there yet?"

Sherlock thought she was awake, and nodded: "We're here."

Jenny blinked: "Then have you found my tail?"

Well, it looks like he's still drunk.

"I found it." Sherlock said, leaning over and carrying her out of the seat, "I'll take you to get it right away."

Jenny consciously put her hands around his neck.

After walking two steps, Jenny looked at him and asked, "Why are you hugging me?"

"Because you're drunk." Sherlock walked into the door of the apartment.Very well, her room is on the third floor.

Jenny thought for a while, then asked again: "Will you hug me when you're drunk?"

Sherlock hummed vaguely.

Jenny smiled, her thoughts were very clear: "Then I will get drunk every day from now on."

Sherlock stopped and looked down at her: "Next time you get drunk, walk back by yourself, and don't come within three steps of me, I don't want to face a drunk."

His voice was like the cold night, and Jenny trembled slightly in his arms, watching his eyes quickly escalate to a layer of moist mist.

"Don't be angry, I won't drink anymore." She promised in a low voice.

Sherlock froze for a moment, pursed his lips, continued to walk upstairs without speaking.

Jenny closed her eyes and leaned carefully against his chest.

At the stairs on the second floor, Watson and Mrs. Hudson who heard the voice came out.

"What happened? What happened to Jenny?" Watson asked.At the same time move your body out of the way and let them in.

Sherlock glanced at the living room on the second floor, walked straight in, entered his room, and put Jenny on the bed.

Jenny had been very quiet all this time, and she became even quieter when she smelled the familiar smell on the pillow. She rubbed her face lightly and closed her eyes.

Sherlock stood by the bed and watched, and after two seconds, he finally leaned over and pulled the quilt aside to cover her.

As soon as he approached, Jenny opened her eyes again, and reached out her hand precisely to grab the corner of his clothes: "I want to drink water." She licked the corners of her lips, her voice was low as if she was about to fall asleep.

Watson finally understood: "Is this...drunk?"

Sherlock snorted darkly.

The understanding Mrs. Hudson had already poured a glass of water. Sherlock wanted to turn away and let Mrs. Hudson pass the water glass to Jenny, but Jenny held on to the hem of his clothes.

Although she speaks clearly and doesn't act foolishly, she is still drunk and limp and unable to use any strength, so the hand holding the hem of his clothes is not very strong.But Sherlock felt that little resistance, but for the first time, he didn't break away coldly.

Mrs. Hudson smiled and handed him the water glass.

Sherlock looked at the glass of water, then at Jenny's thin white fingers pinching the corner of his clothes, and after a while, reached out to take it.

Feeding people water sounds intimate, but it is.

As for intimacy, Sherlock has absolutely never done it.But Mr. Sherlock Holmes has a skill. He confidently feels that there is nothing he cannot do.

Including feeding drunks water.

Fortunately, the drunk he was facing was Jenny—in the past, present, and future, I am afraid that there is one and only Jenny who can make him do this.

Jenny was always obedient in front of him, even when she was drunk, so Mr. Holmes' confidence was not affected.

He sat on the edge of the bed, helped Jenny up from the bed, and handed the water glass to her mouth.

As usual, Jenny stuck out her tongue and licked it first.Mrs. Hudson mixed it with honey, and her cat's tongue tasted the sweetness and gulped it all down.

Mr. Holmes was pleased with her cooperation.The only dissatisfaction was that Jenny didn't forget to tug at the hem of his clothes when she was drinking water, and when she saw that he was about to get up and leave, she looked up at him and asked, "Are you leaving?"

Sherlock didn't say to leave, nor did he say to stay.

It seemed to Dr. Watson that he and Mrs. Hudson should have the foresight to avoid the situation.

Just about to lift her legs to go out, Jenny suddenly said, "Where's my tail?"

The leg that Watson had just raised fell again.

Then, I heard Sherlock say again: "You can find your own tail if you become a cat."

Watson staggered on his falling leg. After finally standing still, he turned around with difficulty, looked at Jenny, and then at Sherlock: "What tail? What turned into a cat?"

No one answered him.

Jenny thought about it, and felt that what Sherlock said was right, so she closed her eyes gently, and opened them again after two seconds.

"Still no tail." Jenny looked up at Sherlock with accusations on her face.

Sherlock stared intently at her—the top of her head.

Jenny originally wanted to turn back into a cat, but the spell didn't work very well when she was drunk, and only two small cat ears appeared on the top of her head.

Watson also looked at the top of her head and opened his mouth in shock.

Obviously these two cat ears are not accessories, because they are so realistic that even the soft fluff on them can be seen clearly, and these two cat ears move flexibly with her expression.

"That's...that's..." Watson opened his mouth, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Mrs. Hudson came over calmly and patted the doctor on the shoulder reassuringly.

"Why are you all so calm?!" Dr. Watson finally found his voice, "Wait a minute, Mrs. Hudson, even you know..." As the only one who was kept in the dark, Watson felt My heart has been hurt, and I also feel deeply worried about my IQ.

"If you use a little bit of observation, you'll see that Jenny and the cat have never been together," said Sherlock. "They share a lot of habits, they have the same name, they both like fish and chips, and they both like... ..." He stopped abruptly, swallowed the word "I", paused, and continued to finish speaking very flatly, "I'm surprised you haven't found out until now, John."

Mrs. Hudson, who had already seen everything, and the battered Dr. Watson went out, and the room became quieter.

Jenny's hand holding the hem of his coat relaxed.

"I want to sleep," she said.

Sherlock hummed and said, "Good choice."

"Can you help me find my tail? I only have two tails left, and I can't lose any more."

Sherlock corrected her sternly: "You only have one tail."

Jenny shook her head: "I have nine tails." After thinking about it, she shook her head again, "No, now there are only two tails left."

Sherlock looked at her for a moment and asked, "Why do you only have two tails left?"

Jenny looked up at him, frowned and said, "Can you sit down? I'm dizzy."

Sherlock sat down beside her very cooperatively, and asked again: "Why do you only have two tails left?"

Jenny thought about it seriously for a long time, finally remembered, and told him with a smile: "Because I only have two lives left."

Sherlock was taken aback, and asked, "A tail represents a life?"

Jenny nodded.

"Then why do you only have two lives left?"

Jenny was a little confused by his series of why questions, raised her hand to touch her cat ears, and repeated his words in a daze: "...Why do I only have two lives left..."

"Yes," Sherlock showed rare patience at this moment, pulled her hand down, put his own hand on her two cat ears and rubbed gently on her two cat ears, his voice was almost coaxing, "tell me Jenny , why do you only have two lives left?"

Jenny liked his touch the most, and tried hard to think about his problem. After thinking for a long time, she finally remembered, and looked at him with light green pupils, "Xiao Hei said, I used up seven lives to save you, so there are only two left." Doomed." Somewhat sadly, he raised his hand and touched his face, "But you forgot about me."

Sherlock was completely taken aback.

Jenny also used the other hand, put both hands on his face and grinned, and said generously: "But it's okay, I don't blame you, because I forgot too. It must be very unhappy That's why I will forget it, and you will also forget it. If it is something unhappy, there is nothing wrong with forgetting it."

Sherlock watched her silently.

Jenny's hands fell from his face, she yawned and slid into the quilt, her eyes misty.

When she was about to fall asleep, she remembered something again and said, "...my name is Jenny Belleville. Jenny Belleville." She said her name twice in a very soft but solemn voice.

Sherlock remembered what she had been telling him over and over in the taxi just now, her name was Jenny Belleville.

Only then did she murmur, "You gave me the name, I like it very much. But why did you even forget this?..."

……

The night was as silent as the deep sea, Jenny lay on the bed, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

A tall and thin figure stood by the bed and watched her for a long time.

After a long time, the figure finally walked away slowly, opened the door, and walked into the living room.

He didn't turn on the light, the thick night outside the window, and the long silent darkness inside the window, only the dim street lamps left some mottled light and shadow on the curtains, reflecting his fair cheeks that were a little whiter than usual.

After a while, a pair of equally white hands took out the phone from the pocket and pressed a series of numbers.

"Mycroft, we need to talk."

His voice is calm and indifferent, but the person on the other end of the receiver will not miss the imperceptible tension in his voice.

Silent street lamps stand indifferently on both sides of the street, silently watching everything that has happened and will happen.

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The author has something to say: Really Drunk Cat Jenny

Well, if you think this ending is a bit boring, please go back and revisit the silly drunk cat Jenny and her two cute cat ears, okay?