sherlock cat

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Jenny, Sherlock and Watson sat in a neat row on a cold bench by the side of the road.

Jenny also held an ice cream cone in her hand, and stuck out her cat's tongue to lick it from time to time.

Mr. Holmes wrapped his black coat tightly, put his hands in his pockets, and the expression on his face looked colder than the wooden chair under his buttocks.

Watson sat on the other side of Sherlock.

Jenny licked the ice cream and glanced across the street.

"I didn't understand before, why those immature animals in our forest always like to lick each other?" She turned her head, looked at Sherlock's pale lips, licked another mouthful of ice cream, and said with a smile : "Now I know, it turns out that it's quite comfortable to lick."

Sherlock glanced at her, then followed her gaze across the street.

There, a young couple kissed passionately in the cool morning air.

Watson saw it too.

Animals that have not yet enlightened...

Lick and lick...

Dr. Watson, who was forced to eat a meal of dog food, felt that if Sherlock hadn't had a strong mind, he would have had a psychological barrier to this kind of intimacy in nature, including humans...

The three of Jenny sat here early in the morning, of course not to enjoy the scenery, let alone to watch the intimate behavior of human beings, but to investigate the case.

As the best detective combination in England, Sherlock and Watson have received another interesting case. It is said that the stories in a series of comics serialized by a cartoonist always happen within a week of publication.

Sherlock and Watson are here to follow the cartoonist.Jenny is here to make up the numbers.

After Jenny finished eating the ice cream in her hand and sneezed three times in a row, Mr. Holmes suddenly decided to end their investigation process early today.

Watson looked at him strangely.

Jenny has no objection, anyway, as long as she is with Sherlock, it doesn't matter where she stays.

Mr. Holmes stood up neatly, walked to the side of the road, and waved for a taxi.

When the three returned to their apartment on Baker Street, another client was ushered in.

A special client.

Every client who comes to 221B for help has an exclusive seat—a wooden chair that is not very comfortable to sit on.Sherlock thought that this would allow him to observe every detail of the client faster and more realistically.

But this wooden chair is a bit too big for today's client.

Because the client is a blond girl who is only five or six years old.

Mrs. Hudson had kindly put a soft cushion on the chair and had cookies for their little client.

Usually when a client comes to the door, the seats of Sherlock, Watson and Jenny are as follows: Sherlock is sitting on his sofa, Watson is still sitting in his armchair, and Jenny is sitting on Sherlock. He was sitting on the arm of the sofa with a plate of Mrs. Hudson's special biscuits in his hand.

Most of the time, Jenny did sit well at the beginning, but she couldn’t stand the lengthy stories of some clients. She was inevitably a little tired after sitting for a long time. On the body that emits heat next to it.

This has caused many clients who came to Baker Street to ask for help to have deep doubts. Is this really the legendary consulting detective who is arrogant, poisonous, and indifferent?

Of course, after Sherlock accepted or rejected their commission, this doubt disappeared completely.Well, yes, this is indeed the legendary arrogant, poisonous, unkind detective.His exception is only for a very small number of people.

The little blond girl who came to Baker Street today is called Rosimir, and she is six years old this year.She sat in a wooden chair that was too big for her, and stared intently at Jenny with her big black eyes.

"Okay, Rosimir," Dr. Watson looked at the weird client in front of him, and recorded the name of the client in his small notebook with innocent and noble sentiments, "Do you want us to do this?" What?"

Little Rosimir looked at Dr. Watson, but he was speaking to Jenny.

"Can you save my mother?"

Jenny blinked.she?

Rosie's big bright eyes blinked too, and she said to Jenny, "My mother is dying."

Of the three people present, Watson was the softest. The little girl's deep and sad "my mother is dying" immediately touched the doctor's soft heart.

Jenny didn't feel much, she took a small biscuit from the plate, put it into her mouth, and asked the client opposite with her eyes: so?

Watson looked helplessly at the unresponsive Jenny and Sherlock, so he had to continue to speak.

"Well, Rosie, can you tell us what happened?" Watson asked as gently as he could.

"Mom is sick. She's very, very sick," Rossi said.

Watson was silent for a while, then said, "I think she should be sent to the hospital in this case..."

Little Rossi nodded: "She is in the hospital. Dad sent Mom to the hospital half a year ago. At first, Dad said that Mom would be back soon, but until this Christmas, Mom couldn't come home to spend the holidays with us. .”

Dr. Watson lowered his head sadly, unable to meet the innocent eyes of the little girl.

"I heard the nurse who took care of my mother say this morning that only God can save her now." Little Rossi's big wet eyes turned to Jenny, "Can you save her?"

Jenny still didn't understand, what does this have to do with her?

Looking at the cute little girl with blond hair and round face in front of her, Jenny felt that this little girl probably recognized the wrong person.

Jenny doesn't know if there is a God in this world, but even if there is, she doesn't know it.The little girl wanted to ask God to help find her head, but it was destined to be useless.

Jenny was about to tell the little girl the bad news with great regret, but Sherlock spoke.

"She can't." Mr. Holmes resolutely refused, and his indifferent and arrogant tone was not any different because the client in front of him was only a six-year-old girl. "Jenny is not God, she cannot be saved."

"Sherlock." Dr. Watson called him disapprovingly.Probably worried about scaring the children.

But little Rosie wasn't frightened by Sherlock's cold tone and face at all.She stretched out her short arms, took out her phone from her pocket, and clicked on a video for them to watch.

This video is no stranger to the three of Sherlock. It is the video of Jenny healing Philip that was previously exposed on the Internet.

"You cured this man." Rossi looked at Jenny expectantly with shining eyes, "I believe you must know magic. Can you cure my mother with magic?"

Watson also looked at Jenny uncertainly.If it was them, of course it was impossible, but Jenny was different from them.He saw her do many incredible things with his own eyes, just like Rossi said, she could do magic.

Jenny didn't answer right away.

She can indeed save.but……

Sherlock's patience looked completely exhausted.Impatiently, he stood up from the sofa and pulled Jenny up too.

"There is no God in this world, and there is no magic. Diseases that modern medicine can't cure, happen every day, and the living can only accept it. Maybe your mother will die eventually, and you will be haunted by useless sadness for a while , but fortunately, life will go on. So, move on and grow up." Looking down at the little client in front of him, and finishing the series of words quickly and fluently, Mr. Holmes yelled downstairs again, "Mrs. Hudson, see off the guests !"

"Sherlock!" Watson frowned and raised his voice.

But Rosimir was an unexpectedly strong little girl. She stood up from the chair very calmly—although because of her short calves, she struggled to reach the floor on her tiptoes, which slightly weakened her momentum.But it doesn't matter, what matters is her next behavior.

Without hesitation, little Rossi looked up at Sherlock with her golden head and asked him, "I am six years old, how old are you?"

Mr. Holmes refused to answer this childish question.

Little Rossi didn't mind either. He pointed at the only consulting detective in England with his chubby finger, and said what many people wanted to say: "You need to grow up, not me (you need to grow up, not me) )."

Haha... Seeing Jenny, Dr. Watson smiled unkindly.

The "cruel" little Rosimir left.

Apart from Watson, Jenny and Sherlock seem to have quickly put this client behind them.

This was not surprising at first, there were many clients who came to Baker Street, and many of them were driven away by a Sherlock Holmes detective.The only difference in Rosimir is probably that she is the youngest among them.

However, this age difference is completely negligible in the eyes of Jenny who is more than 500 years old.

Age has no influence on Sherlock. In his opinion, the only difference between these clients is whether the cases they bring are interesting or boring.

The winter days are short, and it's quickly becoming Jenny's favorite night.She turned back into a cat very consciously, and curled up again in her exclusive embrace.

Jenny's little cat's head rested on Sherlock's chest, her emerald green pupils were closed, and her ears drooped slightly, as if she had fallen asleep.

A slender white hand suddenly placed lightly on her small head, and the soft fingertips gently scratched the top of her head.

"I'm a cat that cherishes life very much. I won't take my life to save others." Jenny was very comfortable with being scratched, and said with narrowed eyes.

The hand on top of her head stopped.

Jenny opened her eyes, her little head raised slightly.

Although she didn't say it, Jenny knew why he was suddenly in a bad mood during the day.

After a while, Sherlock said, "Yes." His tone was light.

The light from the desk lamp was a bit dim, but it reflected on his cheek brightly and secretly, which was her favorite beautiful outline.

Jenny's cat's head was back on his chest, only slightly angled so she could see his pointy chin.

"Then you must be more careful when you investigate the case in the future. I won't save others, but I will definitely save you. I only have two tails left now." Jenny shook the cat's buttocks slightly. The original one tail, It magically turned into two fluffy fur. The soft and smooth fur seemed to move automatically in mid-air without wind, extremely beautiful and gorgeous.

Jenny got up from him, stretched out her paws and hugged her two sleek tails regretfully, and sighed deeply, "I'm a little worried that it won't be enough."

"It's enough." Sherlock looked at her two supernatural cat tails, and said calmly, "I'll be fine, as long as you keep your tails on your own."

Although Jenny ate a lot of fish and chips, she was not fat at all, and no matter whether she was in human or cat form, she did not fall into her precious blood as a purebred Egyptian cat.Especially those two huge fluffy tails are even more mysterious and noble.

Sherlock imagined that there are nine such tails.

As a result of the imagination, Mrs. Hudson's and Watson's indulgences to her were probably doubled.

Mrs. Hudson and Watson, who have absolutely no resistance to creatures like cats, are extremely unprincipled towards her now. The fish and chips they bought for her have never stopped, causing her to eat food without restraint.

Mr. Holmes did not count himself at all.

After staring at Jenny's two fluffy tails for a long time, a slender white hand stretched out and landed on her tails.The fur with silver and black patterns was as smooth as he imagined, slipping through his fingers like the finest silk.

Jenny moved her hips understandingly to make it easier for him to touch.

In the past, when she was in the woods, Jenny always kept her original shape and caused trouble.This was not her voluntary choice, but it was because she did not live up to expectations. After three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, she practiced for more than 500 years, but she did not cultivate a human form.

But even though she is a cat, she is no less imposing than Tiger King.No little monster has ever dared to think that she is soft and cute. Even if she secretly thinks about it occasionally, she will never dare to say it, let alone touch her beautiful fur.

Once or twice, King Lian Hu was accidentally deceived by her appearance, and wanted to touch her obsessively, but she slapped her mercilessly away with her paw.

But Sherlock is different, he likes to be touched, and she will touch him.Sometimes she even brazenly shows off her cuteness on purpose to lure him to touch her.

Just like this moment.

Jenny didn't think there was anything wrong with this kind of discrimination at all. When she first met Sherlock, who was still a human cub, 21 years ago, he let him touch her.Naturally, she touched him too.Reciprocity is very fair.

Mrs. Hudson said that the relationship between human beings is built up bit by bit like you touch me and I touch you.

It can be seen that when she and Sherlock first met, they wisely established a deep emotional foundation for each other.

Although she is not a human, but a cat, Mrs. Hudson's method of establishing a relationship between humans can only be half established between her and Sherlock.But Emperor Tian paid off, she finally cultivated into a human form, and Jenny felt that she was about equal to a human being now.

It's just that halfway through today's brazen cuteness, Jenny suddenly remembered that she seemed to have forgotten something since she found Sherlock for so long.A very important thing.

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The author has something to say: Maomao: Are you sure you only forgot one thing?

I'm so old again, there should be praise here~

Regarding the esoteric question asked by Jenny in the previous chapter that everyone is generally concerned about, Mr. Holmes said: I refuse to answer this question in words...