sherlock cat

Jenny slept until midnight and consciously changed back to her original shape. Holding the tail she finally found, she slept deeply, but she felt that she lacked some familiar warm body temperature in her sleep, and she was not very satisfied after all.

When she woke up the next day, she was greeted with a splitting headache, dizziness and nausea.It can be seen that things like hangovers treat people and cats very equally.

Jenny crawled out of Sherlock's bedroom with four paws upside down, and saw him and Watson sitting around the table having breakfast and reading the newspaper.Jenny, who was hangover and strong enough to stay in bed, was lucky enough to catch up with the meal—although she has no appetite at all now.

Dr. Watson just learned that the noble (?) and cute Egyptian cat in front of him is his friend Jenny.And his friend, the extraordinarily beautiful human Jenny who sometimes makes him feel like his partner is a bit unworthy (?!), is actually a cat.

This discovery that subverts the worldview made Watson momentarily at a loss as to how to face Jenny.

Therefore, human beings are complicated in mind and like to ask for troubles.Jenny didn't have any burdens in this regard. When she passed by Watson, she greeted Watson very naturally: "Morning, John."

Looking at the talking cat in front of him, Watson felt that he was also infected with some hangover symptoms, dizziness, dizziness, and weakness in limbs.Although he was sure that he didn't drink a drop of wine last night.

The reason why Jenny greeted Watson so naturally and smoothly was not that she still remembered what happened last night, knowing that she had already lost her vest—and that she took it off herself.She's just the whole cat still confused.

Regarding last night, Jenny did have some doubts in her heart.She only remembered that she did drink, and she did get a little dizzy, but she felt that she was a proper cat, and she would not become a drunk cat.

She remembered how happy Sherlock had come to pick her up from the pub, and how happy they were when they took a taxi back to Baker Street together, and how much happier Sherlock had let her sleep in his bed.Finally fell asleep happily.Sleep till now.

Jenny herself connected the memories quite completely, but vaguely felt that something important had been missed.

She yawned and her legs went limp, she staggered to Sherlock's side, and then jumped onto him in a lack of energy. She couldn't stand still, and almost fell down when she staggered. Fortunately, Sherlock reached out to support her in time.

Jenny licked his palm to express her disrespectful thanks, and Sherlock froze for a moment.Jenny found a comfortable position on his lap and rolled herself into a ball.

Her stomach was empty and uncomfortable, Mrs. Hudson thoughtfully prepared fried fish sticks for her, but now she was dizzy and nauseous, smelling the smell of food made her feel sick, and she groaned and hugged Sherlock's arms. Ask for comfort.

A newspaper was spread out in front of Sherlock, he glanced at the cat on his lap, then at the newspaper, and then at the cat on his lap.

When Jenny wrinkled her face again and groaned into his arms, covering her cat's face with her paws, not wanting to smell the food on the table, Sherlock finally put down the newspaper and picked her up.

Satisfied, Jenny climbed up his arm with her eyes closed, her claws touched the bare skin of his collarbone, and then she leaned her whole cat on it to stop.Sherlock was almost covered in hairs.

Jenny hung herself around Sherlock's neck with a difficult movement. Just as she was about to sleep in this position, she was lifted off by a pair of big hands and placed on the sofa.

After three seconds of blindfolding and turning around on the sofa, Jenny was sure that she had indeed left Sherlock's smelly body/body.

Seeing him turn around and walk towards the dining table again, Jenny raised her paw and was ready to catch up.She is "sick" now, she is vulnerable now, and she needs comfort!

"Stay there," Sherlock said without looking back.

Jenny's outstretched paw was hanging in mid-air over the edge of the sofa, thinking angrily, she's not here.Hmph, when she doesn't want to do something, even Xiao Hei's thousands of years of cultivation can't suppress her!

But Sherlock sat back at the dining table, and glanced over with a light and cold look, and Jenny's outstretched paws tremblingly retracted...

Putting herself into a ball again on the sofa, Jenny began to reflect dizzily. It must be that she was too friendly and kind at ordinary times, which made Sherlock misunderstand her. She was actually a very cruel animal. cat.Although she will definitely not be cruel to him, but if she is kind to him, he must also be kind to her.For example, let her sleep curled up on his lap, sleep curled up in his arms at night, scratch her ears and smooth her hair anytime and anywhere.

Halfway through the reflection, Jenny moved uncomfortably on the sofa.She has developed a problem now that she can't fall asleep without smelling Sherlock.

She opened one eyelid on the sofa, and saw that Sherlock was holding up a newspaper and reading it intently.So she quickly opened the eyelid on the other side, visually measured the distance between the sofa and the carpet, squirmed quietly, rubbed against the edge of the sofa, kicked her hind legs, and jumped onto the floor without a sound.

Jenny felt that this movement was done perfectly, but she woke up from a hangover and was exhausted. The moment she landed, her front paws softened, and she fell like a dog eating shit, and fell on the carpet with a sad cat face...

Sherlock coughed softly from the dining room.

Jenny didn't have time to sigh, she quickly got up from the carpet, got up, and hid herself behind the sofa legs.She thought she hid it well, but she completely forgot that she still had a tail, which was fluffy and majestically exposed, and she could see it clearly from the restaurant.

Sherlock coughed again and looked down at his newspaper again.

Jenny waited cautiously for a while, poked out the cat's head and looked out, and saw that Sherlock was still reading the newspaper seriously, and Watson seemed to have accidentally choked on food, and was coughing under his throat.Mrs. Hudson on the side collided with her eyes, but Mrs. Hudson was an ally. Jenny stretched out a paw and made a "shh" gesture near her mouth.

Mrs. Hudson glanced at Sherlock and Watson, and returned a "shh" gesture to Jenny knowingly.

The newspaper trembled in Mr. Holmes' hand.

Dr. Watson seemed to be coughing a little more.

Jenny looked at the right time, and "swiped" towards Sherlock's bedroom. During the period, due to the same hangover factor, she couldn't grasp her head well. Unfortunately, she fell on the floor and hit the wall. He shook his head, and then unfortunately got the tip of his tail caught between the cracks of the door... he arrived at the destination with a lot of disasters along the way.

She was already in a daze, but after being hit and pinched like this, she became even more dazed, completely forgetting that she knew spells.

Sherlock frowned.

The arrogant Mr. Holmes originally thought that Jenny's series of movements was trying to sneak up to him.Although she's obviously not fully sober from a night of hangovers combined with the effects of marijuana, and can't stand the smell of food, he doesn't mind letting her get back on her lap if she insists.Even prepared for this, pushing the food in front of him a little further.

But Jenny didn't even look at him, and ran back to the bedroom directly.

Even Holmes' super brain couldn't deduce exactly what Jenny was going to do this time.

A minute later, Sherlock saw Jenny coming out of the bedroom dragging his scarf.

With his long blue scarf in her mouth, she staggered all the way back to the front of the sofa.Sherlock and Watson had no choice but to act in concert and turn a blind eye.

Jenny jumped onto the sofa with difficulty, holding the scarf in her mouth, then spread the scarf on the sofa with her paws, and curled herself into it aggrievedly.Well, she finally has the smell of Sherlock that she likes again.

Sherlock twitched his lips quickly.

Watson & Mrs. Hudson: "..."

Watson: How did he think it was just an ordinary cat?This must be a fine cat!

Jenny curled up in Sherlock's scarf and slept soundly all morning. After waking up, Mrs. Hudson immediately conveyed the shocking news that she had lost her vest.

Jenny, who suddenly heard the bad news, felt that her hangover was a bit strong, and she might have to faint for a few days, so she wanted to go back and sleep again.

Mrs. Hudson pulled her out of the blue mass, and pointed out with her unique eyesight that her vest fell at the right time.

Jenny really needs comfort very much at this moment, but Mrs. Hudson's comfort is too contradictory, and Jenny wants to deceive herself and force herself to believe that it will not work.

Mrs. Hudson is a qualified military adviser, and she suggested that Jenny can hide the secret that she is a cat demon first, and tell Sherlock the truth after she falls in love with her.

The trick is a good one, but Jenny never expected that it would be so difficult to make Sherlock fall in love with her.

Seeing that she has been standing still, making no progress, she is still a thousand miles away from achieving her goal, and she is still "lost her vest" in an extremely disappointing way.No matter how she looked, Jenny could not see that the present situation was in any way Mrs. Hudson's "just in time."

It should be "not at all time".

Jenny slumped back on the sofa again, and the whole cat seemed to be wrapped in a huge bubble called "frustration".

She felt that she needed to calm down.

Mrs. Hudson looked at the cat-shaped creature lying on its back on the sofa, showing a mysterious and happy smile like an old mother.

After being decadent for a while, Jenny climbed up from the sofa, took a bath, ate the fish and chips left for her by Mrs. Hudson, and finally regained some energy.

After dinner, Mrs. Hudson was washing the dishes by the kitchen sink, and Jenny followed like a follower, standing beside her, drying the washed dishes one by one, and putting them back in the cabinet.

But she didn't do it honestly after two wipes. She pinched a spell and threw it over, letting the rag and plate dry in full swing. She leaned against the cabinet and asked Mrs. Hudson where Sherlock had gone.

Mrs. Hudson said Sherlock and Watson had gone to Barts Hospital.

Jenny was a little dazed.

How does Sherlock feel when he finds out that she is a cat?Jenny couldn't quite figure it out.

Will he be afraid?

It is said that most of them humans are afraid of their demons.But Mrs. Hudson is not afraid of her. Sherlock must be more courageous than Mrs. Hudson, isn't he afraid of her?She didn't want him to be afraid of her.

Would that be annoying?Tiger King said that human beings are very arrogant creatures. They consciously stand at the top of the biological chain, and they don't think much of other species.

Sherlock is cocky too, but that's because he's good enough.But with such an excellent man, would he find her, a cat demon, annoying?She didn't want him to be afraid of her, and she didn't want him to hate her.

Mrs. Hudson was still talking, and Jenny vaguely heard "You are still young", which made her dizzy even more.She thought of Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei used to like to say that she was still young, but it wasn't in Mrs. Hudson's kind tone, but in a very underwhelming tone.But she couldn't beat Xiao Hei, so she could only listen indignantly.

Xiao Hei said that she was just a 500-year-old cat demon, regardless of her skills, age or experience, she was very shallow.For the first time, Jenny sincerely agreed with Xiao Hei's statement.

She is really just a little cat demon who has lived for more than 500 years, and she is still very immature. In addition, she has never had any experience in love and love before, so she will inevitably make some mistakes and take some detours. It's normal to be hit.

Whether it is a human or a cat, it is very reasonable to be depressed when encountering setbacks and shocks.But after being decadent and depressed, he still has to catch up and never give up until he reaches his goal. This is a good cat demon with ambition and ambition.

Jenny re-established her ambition in her heart, and Xiao thought about Sherlock's warm body/body as motivation.

She thought this method was very practical and effective, but when she walked out of the apartment door, her body still honestly exposed her timidity—she didn't go to Barts Hospital to find Sherlock in the first place, but abducted her scotland yard.

She actually still cared about Philip's case at such a moment. Even she couldn't help admiring her serious and responsible attitude.

Jenny did not expect to meet Driss in Scotland Yard. Next to him stood a little black boy who looked quite similar to him, with the same chocolate complexion, braided hair, and neatly arranged in a small braid. head on.

Jenny watched and felt a little pain in her scalp.

Driss changed from Jenny's usual playful and unscrupulous appearance, and rarely scolded the little boy in front of him in a serious manner, with a dignified and solemn expression.It's a pity that the little boy didn't accept his reprimand, and didn't pay much attention to his seriousness. He just looked away, with an impatient expression on his face.

Jenny stopped and waited for a while at a distance where they couldn't hear them talking, seeing that he seemed to have finished his training before walking over.

"Dress."

"Hey, Jenny!" Driss was very happy to see her as usual, the serious expression on his face switched to elation in a second, and Jenny saw the little boy roll his eyes.

"Why are you here?" Dries asked.

I'm here because last night I was very free-spirited drinking and smoking, self-indulgence was too complete, and I accidentally leaked one of the biggest secrets of cat life, and it was leaked to the person I least wanted him people who know.Although my face is calm at the moment, it is actually an illusion. Deep in my heart, there are tsunamis, landslides, overwhelming regret, sadness, despair, and helplessness. I feel that my life is gloomy, my future is bleak, and I don’t know what to do next. .So don't ask me why I'm here, I'm just running away from myself.

All of the above, of course, is impossible to say.

"Philip's case," she explained briefly.

Driss nodded in understanding.

The braided little boy kept staring at her, and Jenny looked down at him too.

It was only then that Driss remembered to introduce: "This is my brother, Adama, he..." He didn't finish, this is the police station, and the reason why he came here to claim his brother is self-evident.

But of course, for others, Jenny didn't understand the meaning of the second half of Driss's unfinished sentence at all.

"I'd be happy to stay and help you, but," Driss patted the back of the little boy's head with his big hand, "I have to send my brother home first."

The little boy pushed Driss's hand away from his head impatiently: "I don't need you to see me, I can go home by myself." Then he turned and walked towards the door alone.

Driss grabbed him, and almost lifted the boy from the ground with great strength, the smile on his face faded, and his face became serious again: "I said I will take you home, did you hear me clearly? Now, go to the car and wait for me ! Don't make me repeat it a second time, let's go back and talk about your problem!"

The boy glanced at Dries, probably to make sure that he was not joking. He broke away from his hand and reluctantly followed Dries's words. To express his deep dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry..." Driss looked at Jenny, rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and put his hands in his jacket pocket uncomfortably.He smiled, trying to lighten the atmosphere. It wasn't the familiar smile that Jenny was familiar with, but with some unspeakable bitterness.

Jenny shook her head, everyone has their own problems, and they can only face and solve them by themselves.This is nothing to apologize for.

It’s just a creature like a bear child. Jenny forgot to take a look at the boy’s swaying back because he couldn’t walk well. She should really throw him into their woods, feel the fear of being dominated by Xiao Hei, and promise to be obedient and obedient after returning Submissive stickers.

Xiao Hei, far away in the depths of the forest: ...so I am the head of the kindergarten?

After Dries left, Jenny asked Inspector Lestrade for the case information, and went through it carefully.

Philip's debts were robbed while the cash truck was escorting them to the bank. Obviously, the robbers had a clear goal and only took away Philip's stack of light and valuable 160 million unregistered debts.All three guards on the armored van were killed, and they were killed by a single shot.The whole process takes no more than 10 minutes, the action is quick and the technique is clean.

A very simple and clear robbery, it's no wonder Sherlock wasn't interested.It's just that this year's robbers were very good, and they didn't leave any clues for tracing. It may take a lot of time for Scotland Yard to crack them.

The sky was getting darker, and through the glass window, one could see the gray and lifeless sun sinking down little by little, before falling to the back of a building, and the sky cut out by the panes gradually turned crimson.

Jenny stared at the photo of the bloody deceased in her hand, thinking distractedly, did Sherlock's experiment finish?Is that female forensic doctor named Jasmine also there? ...

"Oh! This buddy is really unlucky!" A familiar voice came from above Jenny's head.

Jenny turned her head and saw Driss who had gone and returned.He was looking over her head at the crime scene photograph she was holding in her hand.

Jenny didn't ask why he came back again, and Driss didn't say anything, she pulled out a chair and sat across from her.

"Have you found anything?"

Jenny nodded, then shook her head again.

There is a tree outside the window next to it, the leaves have not yet fallen, and a few sporadic pieces are hanging on the branches.Jenny has always lived in the forest, but she never got the right number when she saw these flowers and trees every day. She didn't recognize what kind of tree it was after looking at it for a long time.

After deliberating for a while, Jenny asked Dries a question.

"You..." She paused, swallowed the word "human" in time, and said again: "What kind of girls do you men generally like?"

Driss was taken aback.

Because Jenny's face was so serious and serious, Driss thought she was going to say something important related to the case, but she didn't expect her to ask such a question.

Although it was a bit strange, but after thinking about it, Driss replied uncertainly: "Uh, pretty...cute...smart, kind...probably so."

"If so, what about a cat?" Jenny asked cautiously.

A big question mark was seriously written on Dries' face.

"I mean, what if, what if it was a cat... a beautiful, cute, smart, kind cat?"Jenny thought not without guilt.

"I like cats," Dries said.

Jenny's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. I think cats are very cute animals. I've always wanted to have a cat. I hope my future girlfriends will also like cats." Glancing at her, "Do you like cats?"

Jenny took a deep breath and looked at him expressionlessly: "...don't talk to me just yet."

Deris: "..."

By the time Jenny and Driss came out of Scotland Yard, the sun had completely sunk below the horizon, leaving only the last ray of light.

The two drove Dries' small broken car to Butts Hospital.

Dries stopped three times on the road and bought her her favorite fish and chips, sausage rolls, chocolate, candied dried fruit, and a large cup of milk tea.

Those who didn't know thought they were going on an outing instead of going to the morgue to see the dead bodies of the victims.

Dries said that when you are in a bad mood, you should eat more, because food can bring people a sense of satisfaction.

He tore open a bag of chocolate beans and poured a few into Jenny's palm.Jenny picked up a green one from the colorful pile, threw it into her mouth, and crunched it into pieces.

The chocolate is delicious, and Jenny once again thinks that Dries is really interesting as a friend.

When the little broken car stopped at the gate of Butts Hospital, Jenny took a deep breath and invoked Tiger King's motto when he faced Xiao Hei every time he got into trouble: a real warrior dares to face the bleak life and face the dripping blood.

She dared to face the bleak life and dripping blood, but now she was a little afraid to face Sherlock's fair and beautiful face.Although she actually misses him a little bit.

Since he came to Butts Hospital in the name of investigating the victim's body, he still had to do serious business.The documents handed over from Inspector Lestrade worked well, and Jenny and Dries came to the morgue without hindrance.

When getting off the car, Driss didn't forget to bring Jenny's snacks.

It was not Jasmine who pushed out the corpse they were about to examine, but another middle-aged male forensic doctor.

The forensic doctor glanced at the pile of snacks that Driss was holding in his arms, and there seemed to be some indescribable admiration in his expression.Driss took out two chocolate beans from the bag, threw them into his mouth, and chewed happily at the forensic doctor.

The forensic doctor smiled mildly, leaving a meaningful look of "Young man, you don't know anything about this place", turned around and left.

Jenny didn't pay attention to the silent interaction between Dries and the forensic doctor, and she was wondering whether Jasmine, who didn't show up, was accompanying Sherlock in the experiment.

The three innocent and tragic guards lay quietly in front of Jenny and Dris.Of course, it is right to be quiet, if it is not quiet, there will be some troubles.

Jenny lifted the white cloth covering the body of the first body, Driss's mouth chewing chocolate beans slowed down.

Jenny lifted the white cloth covering the second body, and Driss's chewing lips stopped completely.

Jenny lifted the white cloth from the third corpse, and Dries silently looked at those naked, white and lifeless bodies, feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach...

Jenny inspected the three corpses all the way without changing her expression, which was the same as what was written in the autopsy reports Lestrade gave her.In fact, she didn't need to make this trip at all.Even crime scene photographs offer a little more clues than that.

There was a soft sound next to it, and Jenny turned her head, and saw that Driss put the snacks in her arms on an empty table, and stretched out her hand to push the friendly food away.

Jenny looked at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

Although it was a bit difficult to see some paleness from Derris's dark chocolate-colored face, his complexion was indeed not very good-looking.

Driss took a deep breath and said, "It's nothing." After holding back, he finally pointed at the three corpses in front of them, "Aren't you... not afraid?"

"Afraid?" Jenny was very surprised, "What are you afraid of? Are these corpses?" She was puzzled, "Why are you afraid? Why are they all dead?"

That's what he said, but Dries took another look at those abnormally white bodies and felt a chill down his back.

Jenny grabbed the arm of a corpse next to her, waved lightly at Derris, and comforted her sincerely: "Look, they are really all dead, and there is nothing they can do."

Driss looked at the arm waving towards him like a withered branch, his breath stagnated, he closed his eyes weakly, turned his head sideways, his stomach churned.He felt that this image might be deeply imprinted in his mind for three months...

Jenny was amused by his expression of not being able to bear to look directly at him, seeing that he was really a little scared, so she stopped scaring him.

Sure enough, what Tiger King said was right, one's own happiness should be based on the pain of others.

But in fact, Jenny didn't quite understand Driss' reaction. In her opinion, human beings who lost their lives were no different from plants that lost their lives.It was as unreasonable for Dries to be afraid of the corpse in front of him, just as he was afraid of a dead grass.

But Jenny didn't waste time talking to him about this. She glanced at the food on the table that was pushed away by Driss, and moved her chin forward: "I still want to eat that."

In the busyness of enduring the nausea, Dries dug the bag back and poured out a few chocolates for her.

Jenny leaned over, picked out a few green ones from his palm, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Driss, you are such a good friend."

Good friends... well, it's kind of an improvement.Driss was once again busy with enduring nausea, and used his clumsy big hands to take back the leftover chocolate beans that Jenny had picked.

Jenny was very satisfied, took his arm and patted it comfortingly: "Come on, don't be afraid, let's analyze the case together and help you divert your attention."

After a pause, he began to speak with great enthusiasm: "I have watched this robbery case over and over again, and there is one thing that I really don't understand. These robbers have already got the bonds, so why did they kill the three guards?" ?”

In Driss's opinion, this is not a problem at all, and he immediately replied: "They are here to kill and rob, what else is there for?"

Jenny shook her head: "According to your laws here, the nature of robbery and robbery and murder is completely different. These robbers are obviously not ordinary robbers. They cooperated tacitly and acted quickly, and they must have controlled the three guards at that time. There is no need to kill people, but in the end all the guards were killed, I asked why?"

Driss automatically ignored her "laws here" and tried to guess: "In order not to leave any witnesses?"

"No," Jenny still shook her head, "If it's for this reason, they should have killed the guards first, so the three guards should have died in different positions, such as the driver's cab and the escort compartment, but have you seen the crime? According to the photos at the scene, the three guards were lined up neatly and died together."

Jenny raised her eyes and looked at him: "If you were a robber, would you let the people you want to kill stand in line before shooting? This shows that the guards were under control at the time, and it fully shows that they didn't want to kill people at first. "

Dries silently listened to Jenny's serious and logical analysis of the case, and felt an indescribably strange and unfamiliar feeling, as if he had only seen her appearance all the time, but her inside was equally interesting.

"Or this group of robbers has this special habit? They like to make people stand in line and then shoot and kill them?" Dries enthusiastically gave a way to solve the problem.

Jenny was speechless for a moment, and then replied: "...I can't say for sure."

Now it was Dries' turn to be speechless.He was just joking, should she agree so seriously?Could it be that the whole bunch of analyzes that sounded awesome were just his hallucinations?

Jenny laughed twice, and became serious in another second: "They are a group of professional robbers, and they only want to make money. This is not the first time they have committed crimes. They have cooperated many times, so they are familiar with each other, have a clear division of labor, and commit crimes. The time and the escape route are carefully arranged, and there will definitely not be such a serious mistake as shooting the guard, unless...unless this time, there is something different..." Jenny felt as if she had caught something, and her brain became very Slowly, but it seems to be running extremely fast, "For example...for example, there is...a..."

"Newbie!"

"Newbie."

A familiar voice sounded at the same time as hers.

Jenny turned her head sharply.

Seeing that Sherlock was really behind her, still wearing a long black coat and blue scarf, standing two steps away from her with his hands behind his back, there seemed to be a touch of admiration in his eyes staring at her.

"I know you'll be the last to think," he said.

Jenny's instinctive reaction to seeing him at any time was to be happy.

In fact, they hadn't seen each other for half a morning, but Jenny felt like it had been a long time, and she missed him so much, and for some reason, she suddenly felt an indescribably wronged feeling in her heart. Want to run over.

But then, she slowly remembered that he already knew that she was not a human being, but actually a cat.

She didn't know whether she was afraid of scaring him or annoying him, she stopped her steps, not only didn't rush over, but also took a step back unconsciously.

Sherlock immediately saw her backing away, and frowned expressionlessly.

Seeing his frown, Jenny felt even more uncertain, thinking that he really hated her, she lowered her head and asked, "When did you come?"

Sherlock glanced at her and said coolly, "Maybe when you were busy scaring people with poor Tom's arm." Pausing, he added, "Maybe when you were picking out green chocolate beans."

Jenny has always been unable to hear the meaning behind these words, but she instinctively heard that his tone was not very good, and said "Oh" with a deeper emotion.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

"Your reasoning just now was all right." Sherlock said suddenly.

Jenny looked up, blinking at him.As soon as he appeared, Jenny's thoughts automatically turned to the matter of "dropping the vest", completely forgetting that she came here under the name of "investigating the case".

After all, it was the first time he praised her. Jenny was still happy, but before she could get a faint smile on her face, he immediately answered, "Although it's useless to solve the case."

Jenny: "..."

After being discouraged for five seconds, he pulled himself together and asked, "Why is it useless to solve the case?"

"It may be a clue to speculate that one of the robbers is a newcomer who has just joined the gang, but it is too difficult to find out through this clue, or it is too time-consuming. This newcomer caused a robbery to escalate into a robbery. Murder, in the end The possible result is that this stupid guy has already been killed by his accomplices, and the body has drifted along the Thames to nowhere." Sherlock answered Jenny's simple question with rare patience.

"Then what should we do?" Jenny asked again.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said quickly: "I said at the beginning that this kind of robbery case can be handled by Lestrade. Although the death escalated the case, the case has not become more complicated. The fastest way to solve the case There are three ways. One is to pay attention to the recent robbers who specialize in robbing and stealing valuables. The similar robbery that happened at Lloyds Bank a week ago is one of the clues; Lost bearer bonds; third, keep an eye on Philip, the robbers are likely to contact him to buy back those bonds. Either way, Lestrade has enough police and informants, thank God, he also has his own good thing."

Jenny listened in a daze, and finally summed up the central idea from his long list of words. All she's been doing in the past half a day has been useless...

Jenny felt that the goals she had set for herself before might be a bit high, and it was not feasible to prove to Sherlock that she was actually quite smart.

She thought she must have had a brain cramp trying to prove she was smart in front of Sherlock, which was as stupid as a landlubber trying to show a fish in the water that he had a talent for swimming.

She embarrassed all the little monsters in the forest who worked hard and practiced hard, and maybe even lowered their IQ in the whole forest. It's a pity that she was still busy with her work, but it turned out that he already knew...

Wait a moment.

Jenny, who was thinking about herself, suddenly thought of something, and raised her wrinkled face to look at Sherlock.

"Didn't you say that this case is boring and you don't want to take it? Then how do you know the facts of the case so clearly?" Just after finishing speaking, he asked himself and answered, "You are so smart, it's not surprising that you know this."

Sherlock curled his lips subtly.

I heard her go on to say, "But how do you even know that one of the dead guards is called Tom?"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, not too stupid to be able to ask this question.

Jenny's eyes lit up, and she came back to life again, trying not to let herself be too happy, but the tips of her ears were a little red—it wasn't shyness, she still didn't know what this emotion was, but excitement of.

Jenny endured the excitement and throbbing in her heart and leaned in front of him, looking into his eyes with pale green eyes.Instead of asking if he was following her, she asked, "Since when did you follow me?"

He found out that she was a cat, followed her secretly, and helped her solve the case. Does this mean that he didn't hate her?

Jenny thinks