sherlock cat

Jenny woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and in a great mood.Sure enough, whether it is a human or a cat, you still have to pursue something, and completing a major event on your mind will give you a sense of accomplishment.

Although her pursuit and goal is a Sherlock from beginning to end.But people have their own ambitions, and their goals are regardless of their size. She cannot discriminate against others because their goals and pursuits are not as noble as her own. This is wrong.

Jenny jumped out of the bed and ran to the living room, thinking about being extra lively by herself, as if there was really no one like her in this kind of thing.Of course, even if someone really compares with her, in Jenny's heart, there must be no one who can compare with Sherlock.

Trotting to the living room, Jenny realized that Sherlock and Watson were not there.The warm sunshine in the morning came in through the glass windows, and the room was very quiet.

There was a breakfast reserved for her on the kitchen table, her favorite fish and chips.

Jenny was about to call Mrs. Hudson when she heard a mobile phone ringing from the direction of the dining table.

She walked over wonderingly, and saw that there was a mobile phone on the dining table, next to her fish and chips.

Jenny jumped onto the chair lightly, and crossed from the chair to the dining table. She stretched out her hand and tried hard for a long time, but she couldn't pick up the phone.

Only then did she realize that it was not a hand, but a claw...

After quickly turning into a human form, he picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

"Jenny." It was Sherlock's voice.

"Sherlock!" The voice was pleasantly surprised at first, and then unconsciously turned into grievance, "Where have you been?" She was a little disappointed that she couldn't see him first thing in the morning.

The other end of the receiver paused, "Batts Hospital."

"Then I'll find you."

After Jenny finished speaking, she wanted to run to the door.

But when she barely turned around, she heard Sherlock's calm voice coming from the receiver.

"Finish your breakfast first."

Jenny stopped in her tracks and looked around suspiciously.

She wondered if Sherlock had clairvoyance, otherwise how would he know she had just woken up and hadn't eaten breakfast.

Jenny wiped out the fish and chips on the plate as quickly as possible, jumped off the chair and wanted to run to the door.

The phone on the table rang again.

Jenny connects.

"Drink the milk too."

The indifferent voice of Mr. Holmes who still knows everything is in the receiver.

Jenny: "..."

Resigned to her fate, she drank every drop of the milk, and Jenny burped contentedly in the warm morning light.

People with love, food with love.Jenny felt very happy.

It's a pity that the person she loves is not in front of her, so she has to find him quickly.

At this time, the mobile phone she dropped on the table rang for the third time.

Jenny thought it was Sherlock again, and happily picked it up.

A strange voice came from the receiver.

"Miss Jenny Belleville."

There were not many people who called her Miss Jenny Belleville so politely and politely. Jenny searched her mind to make sure that she did not recognize the voice, but the other party called her by her name accurately.

Also, when she heard this voice, she was also surprised by the sudden surge in her heart, as if a dull and oppressive aura was transmitted through invisible electric waves and enveloped her chest.

The emotions that had been cheered up by the delicious breakfast and Sherlock fell silent for a moment, and Jenny slowly leaned back on the chair behind her.

She said, "Yes, I'm Jenny Baileyville. Who are you?"

The person on the opposite side smiled very softly, "You make me so sad Jenny, you actually forgot me." But the voice could not hear the slightest sadness, "But it's okay, you even forgot Sherlock , maybe I should forgive you."

Meaningful tone, meaningful words.But Jenny could only hear one thing in his voice - this man deserves to be beaten.

"I don't know if you're sad, and I don't care. But I haven't forgotten Sherlock." Jenny said very rudely.

With her other hand, she tapped impatiently on the table a few times.Jenny didn't realize that this was an action that Sherlock often did.

"If you're calling just to say such nonsense, then I'm sorry, I'm busy, bye." She finished speaking quickly and fluently, even speaking at a rate that was a bit like Sherlock's.

Obviously the person opposite knew her well, and knew that when she said "goodbye", it was a real goodbye.

The voice that had always been unhurried, confident and lazy like strutting in a garden finally became a little eager, and stopped Jenny before she hung up the phone.

"Obviously Sherlock didn't tell you who I am."

Jenny did stop.

There was a few seconds of silence on both ends of the receiver.

"Who are you?" Jenny asked concisely, not wanting to play hide-and-seek with him.

"I think I should be Sherlock's friend - at least I think so. If you don't have amnesia, you will remember that we were once very 'close' friends."

Jenny resisted the indecent behavior of rolling her eyes.

After coming to the human world, Jenny discovered that the human species is amazing, and she especially likes to complicate some simple and obvious things.

For example, the word "friend", Jenny originally thought she knew what "friend" meant, but later discovered that she didn't know at all.Because in the human world where language arts are extensive and profound, some people who call you "friends" may not be your "friends", but "enemies".And those who call themselves "enemies" are very likely to be "friends."

This kind of erratic and unreasonable word play really made her dizzy like a cat.

But Jenny is not dizzy at the moment, not only is she not dizzy, she is also extraordinarily bright-eyed and quick-witted.

She accurately judged that the person who claimed to be a friend at this moment was probably an "enemy".

"I know all of Sherlock's friends," Jenny said calmly.

There was a chuckle in my ear, "Don't be silly, my kitty. We all know you don't know at least one other person besides me. Believe me," the smile deepened, "she must be Sherlock's 'friend '."

she?

Jenny suddenly felt that the oppression covering her chest suddenly intensified, and a vague figure seemed to be squeezed out of her mind, but it seemed to be pulled by something, and she still couldn't piece it together.

"Don't you want to know what happened in that blank memory of yours?" The voice seemed to come from her heart, with deep bewilderment.

Jenny was silent.

Just when the other party thought that the winning ticket was in their hands, they heard a crisp but majestic voice saying cleanly:

"Thank you, I don't want to!"

Then decisively hung up the phone.

A secluded cafe in a corner, a large glass window full of the morning sun, a cup of hot coffee with a strong aroma.

The man whose phone was hung up mercilessly was stunned for a moment in the warm morning light.

Then a smile slowly spread on his face, even with a bit of nostalgia in his smile, he murmured and sighed to the blacked-out phone screen in a soft and intimate voice: "Jenny, Jenny, Jenny..."

A tone that was so intimate that it made one's hair stand on end, as if the person he spoke of was still facing him and could hear him.

The ear was finally quiet.Jenny's good mood was also completely destroyed.

She sat in a chair alone for a while, and for a while, many images flashed through her mind in a mess, and it seemed that there was nothing.

It took a long time before I came back to my senses when I heard footsteps coming from the stairs.

Mrs. Hudson walked into the living room and saw that she was still sitting at the dining table. She was surprised and said, "Jenny? Why are you still here?" The landlady who knew Jenny very well thought she had already chased Sherlock to Butts hospital.

Jenny didn't speak, and let out a foul breath dejectedly.

She didn't know why she was still here.This is so unlike her, it's just meeting a lunatic, doesn't it seem that she has become a real lunatic if she takes it too seriously?

It's okay to be crazy once in a while, but Jenny doesn't do this kind of thing like being a real crazy person.

Mrs. Hudson came and took the empty plate in front of her.

"What happened, Jenny?" asked Mrs. Hudson, looking at her listless face.

"It's okay." Jenny shook her head.

Then Mrs. Hudson saw the girl who said "it's all right", suddenly stretched out her hands, and patted her face hard.

After taking all the bad emotions away, Jenny stood up from the chair, looked at Mrs. Hudson with a smile again and said: "What you saw just now was an illusion, the real me is actually with Sherlock. "

Mrs. Hudson also smiled, and stretched out her hand to slap her buttocks, "Then quickly let this illusion disappear from my eyes."

Jenny answered "yes" cooperatively, and rushed to the door in a flash.

But when she went out, the bright sunlight fell in front of her eyes, and Jenny felt a little dazed again.

Looking at the busy traffic and tall buildings in front of her, she suddenly couldn't remember which direction and which way to go to Barts Hospital.

In fact, it can be reached with a little teleportation, but she doesn't use spells very often except for shape change recently.She wanted to make herself more human, thinking it would bring Sherlock closer.

But she suddenly felt that this human world was very strange.

Jenny thought she might be a little homesick.

At this moment, in this situation, Jenny felt strange about being a little homesick.In the past, when she was in the woods, although it was fun to go up and down the mountains and seas with the Tiger King every day, she occasionally felt that these things were boring intermittently.Not to mention, he had to fight wits and courage to avoid the homework assigned by Xiao Hei every day.

Now that I have finally left all these behind, why do I feel nostalgic in my heart?

Is it true that, as people say, what is lost is the best?

Thinking of this, Jenny paused.Sure enough, after staying in the human world for a long time, she is no longer the simple cat she used to be, and has begun to think about such complicated and philosophical topics.

Jenny raised her head with admiration for herself, and what she saw was not the sky covered by the lush and dense woods, but a corner of the sky divided by the tall buildings in the city.

If it is in the forest, such bright sunlight will pass through the layers of branches and leaves, leaving a mottled light and shadow, which is extremely beautiful, and the most dexterous hands in the world cannot cut such fine golden threads.

But it's nice here too, Jenny told herself, and there's a lot of things here that they don't have in the woods.Such as fish and chips, Mrs. Hudson's biscuits, delicious juice.And Sherlock.

Thinking of Sherlock, the lunatic who spoke to her just now came to mind again.

It seems that her thinking is really divergent today, and it automatically diverged into a circle, so it turned around and returned to the original point.

Just thinking wildly like this, Jenny suddenly felt as if something tugged down on the corner of her clothes.

Jenny looked down along this force with somewhat bewildered eyes, and unexpectedly, she saw a hairy head and a small white face.

A pair of big black eyes on the small face were looking at her shiningly.

Jenny recalled in her mind the name of the human cub, which was less than her thigh height: "Rosimir."

Little Rosie nodded.

Jenny said without sincerity: "What a coincidence, did you also come out for a walk? Then don't bother me, you continue."

After speaking, she wanted to step away, but the hand holding the corner of her clothes refused to let go.

"I'm here to look for you." Little Rosimir shattered her fantasy sharply.

Jenny coughed lightly, stretched out a finger, and pointed to the little hand holding the corner of her clothes.

"Sorry, we don't know each other well, and I'm very busy."

"I've been waiting for you here for a long time. You just kept looking at the sky, as if you were very sad." Little Rossi said to himself.

Jenny said calmly: "You are wrong."

Rossi shrugged. "Well, maybe I was wrong. If you want me to think so, as long as you don't get it wrong yourself."

Jenny: "..." What kind of human child is this, it's not cute at all.Sure enough, only Sherlock has been cute since childhood.

"Then can you let go?" Jenny looked down at the human child blankly.

According to Watson, when she pinched the muscles of her face and looked at people coldly, she already had a bit or two of Sherlock's true heritage.

But Rosie is a weird kid that even Sherlock can't scare, so Jenny's point or two is useless.

The hands holding the hem of her clothes changed from one to two, looking up at the light in her big eyes gradually dimming.

"Can you come with me to the hospital to see my mother?" Rosie whispered.

Jenny looked at the top of her golden head suspiciously: "Why should I go with you to the hospital to see your mother?"

"She hasn't woken up since last night...the nurse said that God is going to take her away..."

Jenny stopped for a while, and then said in a flat voice, "I'm sorry, but I can't help you."

The hand holding the corner of her clothes finally loosened slowly, and the little head that had been looking up at her also lowered, unable to see the expression on her face.Jenny didn't look at it either. After she was free, she immediately walked away quickly.

Although the sun looks good, the cold wind in the deep winter is still cool on the face.

Don't stop, Jenny, keep going, don't stop.

As Jenny walked forward, she warned herself in her heart.

But after a few seconds, her pace still slowed down a little bit.

A few seconds later, Jenny stopped resignedly.

She looked up at the bright sky.Xiao Hei, Tiger King, humans are too cunning, she wants to go back to the forest.

"Let me tell you first, I'm really just going to take a look with you, and I can't guarantee anything."

Jenny, who turned back, stared at the downcast little head, and said cautiously.But this caution is redundant after going back and forth.

Rossi raised her head in surprise, and her beautiful big eyes were brightened again.She nodded heavily.

"Ok!"

When Sherlock received Jenny's call, he was sitting in front of the microscope carefully observing the experimental data.

The phone rang, and Sherlock took out the phone from his suit pocket, glanced at the caller's name on the screen, pressed the answer and hands-free buttons, put the phone on the table, and returned his gaze to the microscope.

"Don't tell you that you can't find the gate of Butts Hospital, just come in when you get there." Although the words seemed to be blunt, the tone was not so cold.

Of course, Jenny on the other end of the phone hasn't arrived yet, not only hasn't arrived, but she's getting further and further away.

Jenny briefly told him how she met Rosie, and then told him that she couldn't go to Barts Hospital to see him, and had to go to another hospital to see Rosie's mother first.

Mr. Holmes paused for a moment, focusing on the experiment, then turned to look at the mobile phone on the table.

What did he hear?

Just now, between him and someone else, Jenny actually chose someone else?

The author has something to say: Rosie kid: none other than Rosimir.By the way, I am 6 years old, how old are you?

Rest assured, little cuties, Maomao is not the Holy Mother, and will not sacrifice herself to save unrelated people.