sherlock cat

Jenny also went to watch the serial murder case in the secret room that took up all the energy of Sherlock and Watson recently.Just once.But in fact, the onlookers did not succeed, it can only be regarded as an attempt.

According to the photos of the crime scene that Jenny brought back from Sherlock later, the murderer committed crimes every time in a room with all doors and windows tightly closed.Without exception, all the dead died in a miserable state-the eyes were gouged out, the throats and arteries of the limbs were cut, and the blood was drained to death.

As a feline with a sense of smell that is many times more sensitive than humans, when Jenny followed Sherlock to the scene of the crime for the first time, she was almost blown away by the thick and pungent blood in the air several hundred meters away. Wei Wei stumbled, squatted on the ground holding his head for a long time, and only then did he get over the terrible dizziness and nausea.

After that, Jenny, who had lingering fears, never went there again.

Blame her for being careless, she would also follow Sherlock to some crime scenes on weekdays, but it was so bloody that she didn't drain much human blood.And she usually hides some of her extraordinarily sensitive senses on purpose, because she underestimated the infinite creativity of human beings that day.

Later, when she was biting the fried fish and flipping through the blood hula photos brought back by Sherlock, she had to feel deeply that she couldn't keep up with the human brain circuit.It's fish and chips, isn't it delicious?Why is it so hard to think about killing people and letting blood?

Jenny didn't know that her initiative not to get close was exactly what Sherlock wanted. Otherwise, he would find a way to keep her away from this case.

In the laboratory of Barts Hospital, Watson looked up every few seconds to glance at Sherlock who was sitting silently in front of the laboratory table.

He concentrated on fiddling with the colorful reagents in his hand, his movements were steady, his face was silent, and he couldn't see any flaws.But Watson knew in his heart that this time, they might have encountered unprecedented challenges.

After holding back for a while, seeing that Sherlock's experiment had finally come to an end, Watson immediately went up and asked, "Did you find anything?"

Sherlock didn't speak, and didn't even move his eyes.

Watson said: "This is the third incident this month. There is no human trace at the scene. You can't even see how the murderer entered the crime scene and left after committing the crime. What a hell! Unless the murderer is not human at all." !"

Watson was originally just venting his anger. It is impossible for anyone who has seen the scene of the crime not to be angry, and this time the victim has risen from one to two.

But after speaking, Watson suddenly fell silent.

The entire laboratory also fell silent.

"Don't be stupid, John." Sherlock sat on the chair and said in a cold voice, "It's not her."

"Of course I know it's not her!" Watson yelled, calming down very quickly, "Jenny can't do such a thing, but it has something to do with her?" A frightening name appeared, "Is... Moriarty?" Watson spat out the name reluctantly.

It was just a guess at first, but after I said it, I already had a definite answer in my heart.

Sherlock nodded very lightly: "Congratulations to your barren brain for finally being normal again."

Watson ignored his taunt.

"You already knew?" asked the doctor.

"Obvious."

This answer immediately gave the doctor a sense of familiar powerlessness. Every time Detective Holmes easily said "obvious", but in fact, everyone except him did not think "obvious" at all, the doctor was forced to revisit the This familiar but not intimate feeling again.

"Is there any countermeasure?"

Sherlock snorted.

The doctor pondered whether there was this humming or not.But I didn't figure it out.

"Jenny has appeared too frequently in the newspapers recently, you have to tell her to restrain herself." Watson said worriedly, "You know her, she is too different from us, if this continues, her secrets may be exposed."

"No secret can be kept forever," Sherlock put down the glassware in his hand, his tone was still cold, "It's just people's stupid wish to hide something for a long time. And," he paused slightly, his voice low Down some, "I want her to be herself here."

Watson thought for a moment.Obviously Sherlock thinks farther than he does. Jenny doesn't just stay here for a short time. Sherlock wants her to stay for a long time. The biggest secret in her is at risk of being leaked.

But that's not the only reason.Watson thought, Sherlock must know, last time, Jenny's secret was not revealed, but what kind of result did they get?

Jenny didn't know about the conversation between Watson and Sherlock. If she knew, she would agree with Watson that she should keep a low profile.Jenny, who is always chased for autographs for no reason, also wants to keep a low profile, but her strength does not allow it.

Just after the conversation between Sherlock and Watson, Jenny received a call from Sherlock.She had just jumped out of the zoo and was going to find him at Butts Hospital.

Sherlock said that his experiment had been finished, she didn't need to come to the hospital, and asked her to wait for him in Covent Garden Plaza, and they went home together.

The evening breeze was cool, and Jenny picked off the grass leaves on her body and head, feeling full of joy.

When Jenny arrived at the appointed place, Sherlock hadn't arrived yet, so she found a conspicuous corner and waited for him.

Although it was early spring, the days were still short, and the sun was already half-cheeked below the western sky.

Jenny watched for a while, and suddenly felt that this was a bit like the day she first turned into a human and confessed to Sherlock.In fact, she didn't intend to confess her love that day, she just deliberately planned a romantic encounter for the two of them.In the end, I met Deris, and then encountered a heavy rain and a murder case...

Then, at the moment when the two actually met not for the first time, but actually met for the first time, she confessed...

At that time, she felt extremely frustrated. Not far away was the crime scene of an unknown man's corpse, his body was soaked in rain, and he confessed unpreparedly... everything was completely different from what she had imagined.

But looking back now, I feel silly and cute, and the idea is so sweet.Thinking about it, the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise high.

Sure enough, Mrs. Hudson was right. If there is a happy ending in the end, everything in the past will also be beautiful in memory.

There was also her unequivocal confession when she played in front of the battle. Thinking about it now, apart from expressing deep admiration for herself, Jenny has no other more appropriate feelings.She really is the most reliable and promising demon in their woods.none of them.

When Sherlock walked over in a sunset, Jenny saw him at a glance, happily tiptoed and waved at him, and wanted to run over.

Across the road, Sherlock also saw her for the first time, and the carefree and happy smile on her face.

At a red light, Sherlock stopped.

The sunset in the distance burned half of the sky red, and Jenny's small figure was reflected in the golden yellow background, like a beautiful silhouette coming out of European medieval oil paintings.

Sherlock stared at her intently, and the next second he saw, the smile on her face suddenly condensed and fell off, replaced by terrified eyes.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, trying to figure out the reason for her sudden change of expression, but in the blink of an eye, she found that she had disappeared.

It really just disappeared in place. The place where she was standing just now, the crowd continued to shuttle back and forth as if nothing had happened.But without her.

There was a sudden tightening of the chest, and Sherlock's sharp eyes quickly looked around. He seemed to hear intermittent exclamations in his ears, but he ignored them, or he didn't really listen to them. At this moment, the violent beating of his heart could almost suppress Passing all the sounds, just eagerly searching for that familiar figure.

His cheeks turned pale at that moment, and the fingers holding the gloves were so hard that the knuckles turned white, his lips were tightly pursed, and there were chaotic spots of light dancing in the gray pupils.

Suddenly, a shadow quickly pressed over.Almost at the same time that Sherlock was thrown to the ground by this shadow, he felt a gust of wind blowing across his cheeks, and something slammed into the place where he had just stood, with a loud noise.

After a few seconds of astonishment, Sherlock realized who was pressing on him.

"Jenny." He called out in a low voice, and his beating heart, which was shrunk into a ball, slowly stabilized.

Jenny didn't speak, and continued to press on him in shock, her long hair was scattered and swept across his cheeks, a little soft and itchy.

The movement of her thin body trying to protect him in her arms seemed a little funny and powerless.

Less than one meter away from them, something that looked like a construction basket fell to the ground, and it was already a corpse.

Jenny seemed to be taking a while to regain consciousness, and Sherlock had to hold her up from the ground with some difficulty.

It took a while for Jenny to come back to her senses, and she grabbed him and looked him up and down: "How are you? Is there any injury?"

Sherlock stared at her, shaking his head: "I'm fine."

Jenny patted her chest with lingering fear: "I was scared to death." It seemed that she was not the one who saved, but the one who was saved.

There was a circle of people around them, and some of them were still holding up their mobile phones to take pictures, but the focus was not only on them, but also in the mid-air above their heads.

Sherlock looked over and saw a worker in a conspicuous orange uniform floating in mid-air in terror as if being lifted by an invisible force.

Obviously, it was because the construction basket suddenly fell, and Jenny disappeared in place in order to save him in a hurry.

Sherlock turned back.

Jenny laughed a few times guiltily, and said, "Forget about him."

Putting down the person hanging in mid-air, Jenny slapped herself on the forehead with an "oops" and said, "I'm so stupid, just use a spell to throw away this falling iron lump, or protect you Ah! Why are you flying over by yourself, it will be a disaster if you don’t catch up!”

Sherlock looked at her blushing forehead.

Jenny saw that he suddenly raised a hand, and then touched the slightly cool and smooth skin to her forehead, and touched it lightly.

Very comfortable.

"But you caught up," Jenny heard him say.

The voice was low, soft, with an unusual tenderness.

Jenny was taken aback for a moment, and stared blankly at him in a daze.

His fingers were slender and stretched, the most beautiful hands she had ever seen.Which part of him is not the most beautiful and favorite she has ever seen?Everywhere is the most beautiful and favorite she has ever seen.

In fact, he seldom took the initiative to get close to her like this. Most of the time, she approached him brazenly, hugged him or kissed him.

She doesn't mind at all.She is willing to be close to him, more willing to hug him and kiss him.

He is a cold, arrogant and self-centered person.

Jenny knew he was.

So he has very few friends.

But this is him, when those few friends need to rely on him, he will immediately become the most qualified and most reassuring safe haven.

He is such a cold, gentle and firm person, with the most wise and clear mind in the world and the most unbearable and willing to bear temper. It is the first and final reason for Jenny to insist on coming to this human world and loving this human world. The reason is the glowing fireflies she has been looking for.

Jenny laughed, hummed very gently and firmly, and said, "I will catch up every time."

When she and Sherlock finally walked towards Baker Street together, Jenny realized that Sherlock had been holding her hand since just now and never let go.

The sunset that has not yet completely faded came from behind, casting their long shadows on the flat stone road. Jenny walked and watched all the way with a smile, one tall and one short, sticking together tightly.She took Sherlock's hand and shook it slightly, and the long shadows that were entangled with each other also shook slightly.

very nice.

The author has something to say: I feel that I am becoming more and more deserted... Is it because cats are not cute?

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