sherlock cat

Not long ago, there was actually an accusation against Jenny on the Internet.

That was when Sherlock assisted Scotland Yard in solving the secret room serial murder case.

Because of the murderer's extremely innovative and creepy modus operandi, coupled with Scotland Yard's delay in solving the case, coupled with the media's frequent exaggerated reports, the impact of the case was very bad.

At the time when the case continued to ferment, the lingering god of chaos "Kaos" suddenly voiced on the Internet: "Since the murder was committed in a secret room, and there was no trace of anyone entering or leaving the scene, didn't Scotland Yard consider this? Is it something that only supernatural abilities can do?

This person whose network ID is "Kaos" instantly opened up a new way of thinking for the British people who are concerned about this case.

"Kaos" does not explicitly name Jenny as a suspect, but the insinuation is more inflammatory.What's more, his comment was published under Watson's blog post, and Jenny, as the most well-known "superpower" person in London, doesn't need any more explanations at all, and the various guesses and emotions of netizens can easily be aroused.

There are people who doubt and support Jenny, and there are some people who appear to be neutral and self-proclaimed to be fair. Seemingly speaking, regardless of all external conditions, Jenny does have the ability to commit crimes perfectly.

This is simply a man who is not guilty, but who is pregnant with his crime.

Later, Sherlock successfully detected the case, and Scotland Yard also held a press conference, announcing the murderer's modus operandi, process and relevant evidence at the scene.This is the end of a bustling farce.

Jenny seldom surfs the Internet on weekdays, and even rarely uses the mobile phone Sherlock gave her, and doesn't like reading newspapers and TV very much.Sherlock and Watson didn't tell her about this matter, and even Mrs. Hudson tacitly kept silent, so she didn't know.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether Jenny knows or doesn't know, it will have no effect on the development and end of the whole thing.

It was only later that Jenny realized that when she was in the middle of the incident, she thought she had understood the advice given to her by Xiao Hei and Tiger King, and the worldly affairs, including herself.But in fact her comprehension is extremely shallow and ignorant.Her simple and straightforward "beast heart", which is not easy to bend, is still a thousand miles away from "seven orifices and exquisite".

After Jenny returned to Baker Street from the hospital with Sherlock and Watson that afternoon, Jenny knew that Watson had gone to see McCoff because she saw Watson picked up in a black car.She happened to be walking out of the apartment at that time, and she happened to still have an image of this mysterious black car in her mind.

Jenny had come out of the flat to buy fish and chips on Marylebone Road.

Then she met someone.

a nasty person.

Last time she went out to buy fish and chips by herself and met an annoying woman, and this time she met an annoying man again.Jenny felt that if this went on like this, it would affect her love for fish and chips.

Before officially meeting Moriarty, Jenny had seriously thought about how to kill this man silently as soon as she saw him.

She was thinking very hard, but she forgot one thing carelessly - she forgot to find out in advance what the person on her blacklist looked like...

Fortunately, Jenny's memory was not bad, and she quickly recognized another identity of the man in front of her.

"You are Philip's governess."

What she said was a statement of affirmation.

The man opposite laughed.This smile is almost amiable, coupled with a well-tailored anthracite suit, and meticulously combed hair, he looks like the most standard British gentleman.

Although the other party smiled very familiarly and kindly, Jenny frowned—she felt that this man's smile was a bit like the fox in their woods, and he was the kind who was small in size but had sharp teeth and claws, hunting for prey. The most cunning and sneaky red fox is almost at the top among carnivores.

But Sherlock later described Moriarty as a spider, always lurking in the middle of his criminal network, waiting to prey.Jenny thought the analogy was apt too.

The man said smackingly: "I knew you were my smartest kitten."

Jenny narrowed her eyes and recognized his identity again.

"You're the one who called me."

The body couldn't help tensing up suddenly, and the offensive spells had gathered on the fingertips.

"Or you could just call him Moriarty."

Sherlock's voice came from behind.

Jenny froze for a moment, then turned her head to see that Sherlock had already walked slowly to her side.The twilight evening wind blew the hem of his coat into a slight arc.

After Sherlock stopped, Jenny moved in front of Sherlock calmly, thinking that she would block him behind without leaving any traces, occupying a flexible position where she could advance, retreat or defend.

Sherlock gave her a deep look.

Moriarty, too, gave her an interested look.

Jenny didn't pay attention at all. She was frowning and thinking. If the person in front of her was Moriarty, she should kill him immediately.But it's not easy to kill such a large crowd and under the watchful eyes of everyone.She was a little bit embarrassed.

The most important point is that she has lived for more than 500 years and has not actually killed anyone.

There is a saying in human beings, just talk but not practice fake moves.She has been "false style" for so many years, and it is good to think about it by practicing on this man named Moriarty and upgrading herself to a "real style".

So Jenny suggested very sincerely, since everyone seems to be unable to finish chatting for a while, why not go to a quieter place and start talking again.

Moriarty flashed his foxy grin again, agreeing briskly: "How about the roof of Butts Hospital? Our old place."

He stared at Jenny with deep eyes.

Who has an old place with you.Jenny puffed her lips and took Sherlock's hand: "Let's go."

On a leisurely spring afternoon, the weather was covered by thin clouds, and the sunshine like broken gold appeared for a while and disappeared for a while, making people dizzy.

Jenny often accompanied Sherlock to the laboratory of Barts Hospital, but she had never been to the roof of Barts Hospital.At least she didn't remember being there.

But she has an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this empty platform.

The sun behind the clouds finally passed through the thin cover, and jumped out joyfully. The sudden blinding white light made Jenny feel dizzy for a while.

In the dizziness with flashing golden light spots, Jenny vaguely saw two figures standing opposite each other.One of the people with his back to her made her so familiar as if he was looking at herself.

When Jenny recovered from her trance, she saw Moriarty sitting dangerously on the edge of the top of the tall building, looking down with his head bowed, as if he was about to jump off at any time.

Jenny was completely out of her trance, and she waited for a while full of expectation.

In the end, he came to a conclusion in disappointment—although the person in front of him was a pervert, he was not so perverted that he would commit suicide.What a pity.

In the gap of silent disappointment in Jenny's heart, Sherlock and Moriarty had already begun to chat in full bloom.

Moriarty was sitting on the edge of the roof, and his voice suddenly became low and lonely: "Look at the crowd below, running around all day long, doing nothing, staying the same, just living. It is because of the existence of these people that the The world is getting boring, boring as hell."

Sherlock didn't speak, just looked around the roof calmly, and finally stopped in front of Moriarty.

Jenny felt a little bit, since she received a call from Moriarty last time, she felt that his voice was a bit like a dog barking in the middle of the night, with some kind of ominous and scary voice.It is true that Jenny is not afraid of dogs, neither when they bark during the day nor at night.It's not late at night now, but a shining white afternoon, but she feels wickedly that this metaphor is quite appropriate for Moriarty.

Turning his face away from those mortals whom he evaluated as "doing nothing", Moriarty looked happy again, smiled very sincerely and said to Sherlock: "Thanks to you, Mr. Holmes, I have to thank you You've spent so much boring time with me, the world would be a lot more unbearable without you. Most importantly," turning to Jenny, voice distorted and nervous, "you brought Such a cute little cat. You must not know how excited I was when I first discovered her little secret!" Looking up to the sky, he made a reverent cross with his right hand on his chest, "Thank God, sometimes It can also create some nice surprises.”

The sun was probably frightened by this man's nervous performance, and retreated behind the clouds again, and the sunlight became gray.

Sherlock has remained silent, hands behind his back, like a perfect sculpture.

Jenny glanced at him, his gray pupils were motionless and unrevealed.

"Look at you, look at you." Moriarty stood up from the edge of the roof and circled Sherlock and Jenny like a teddy bear, "You forget all the fun games we had before Especially you, Jenny," Moriarty stopped in front of Jenny, and looked very closely at her beautiful light green pupils, "We had such a deep communication," his voice was low, like What secret words are you talking about, "Even if your memory is unreliable, I thought you would remember such deep pain."

Jenny's heart beat suddenly and violently, as if she really felt the pain he said.

Sherlock's heart skipped a beat.

But Jenny didn't take the trembling in her heart too seriously, she thought that what Moriarty was talking about was the accidental shot she received when saving the woman Irene Adler.Thinking about it, the pain must be pain, but she forgot after all, and because of this incident, she "cheats" Sherlock's confession, which is considered a windfall.She had already turned the page, and Moriarty came up to rehash the old story, and Jenny felt that his behavior was very uninteresting.

Taking a step back, Jenny asked calmly, "You didn't just happen to record a video for us to watch, did you?"

Moriarty smiled, and his tone was confident and affirmative: "There is no need for a video, my dear, you will remember."

Jenny frowned, she didn't think it made any difference whether she remembered or not.

Moriarty changed the subject, and gloated and asked Sherlock, "When do you think Scotland Yard will make up its mind to catch her?"

Scotland Yard?catch who?

Jenny didn't understand.

If we want to arrest him, shouldn't we also arrest him?Why did another "she" come out?

Jenny looked suspiciously at Moriarty from head to toe. Could it be that she accidentally got his gender wrong?

Then how careless she must be...

This was just one of her suspicions, and the other suspicion was that the two people she saw in the flash of sunlight just now, one of them was herself, and the other seemed to be Moriarty.

If this was the case, what Moriarty said just now was not entirely a lie. They had indeed met in this "old place".

But Jenny quickly let go of these two suspicions. Anyway, she must kill him today to practice her skills. It doesn't matter whether she doubts or not.When a person dies, all doubts are gone.

The sun is still passing slowly behind the thin clouds without haste.

Jenny stood beside Sherlock, thinking about finding a suitable opportunity to make a move.

Tiger King taught her before that no matter how big or small, nothing can escape the word "suitable". As long as the right time is found, both big and small things can be done smoothly, with twice the result with half the effort, and invincible.

For example, if she wants to be lazy and skip class, go fishing in the river, etc., she has to keep her eyes open and pick and act when Xiao Hei is in a good mood. In the end, even if she is really unlucky and caught, the punishment will be lighter than usual.Jenny felt that Tiger King used three idioms in a row, which must be extremely reasonable. The only difficulty is that it is really difficult for Xiao Hei to distinguish whether he is in a good mood or a bad mood on his old-fashioned black cat face that has not changed for thousands of years.

At this moment, the difficulty of grasping the timing is much smaller than distinguishing those subtle differences from Xiao Hei's black face, and it is time to apply the teachings of Tiger King.

In order to be safe, Jenny first recalled the process of her killing fish in the past, as a reference for herself.

First go to the river to catch a fat fish, slap it to death with one claw, then scrape off the fish scales with sharp claws, and then...

Halfway through thinking about it, she felt that something was wrong. After all, she had to cook the fish to eat, so the steps were a bit cumbersome.As a seriously trained monster, she doesn't eat people, so the procedure doesn't seem to be so complicated.King Tiger seems to have said that after killing someone, just bury it.

However, Jenny looked up at Moriarty, she only wanted to kill this man, not to bury him.

In general, this person was standing right in front of her, and he didn't even need to "catch him", he just needed to "slap him to death".One step in place, it is simple and clear.

Sherlock and Moriarty were still having a lively chat with each other, and Jenny was a little bit stuck.

After finally waiting for a gap, Jenny hurriedly leaned her hairy head slightly towards Sherlock, and asked softly, "Can I kill him?"

After all, it was the first time to kill someone, so I thought of asking before doing it.

Sherlock was startled, looked down to see the serious look in her eyes, and realized that she was not joking.

Although Jenny lowered her voice, she didn't intend to hide it from Moriarty and let him listen calmly.

He can't beat me anyway.Jenny thought.

In terms of force value, it is true.Not to mention one Moriarty, even ten Moriartys together can't beat her.

Jenny knows that there are always surprises in everything, but she doesn't think there can be any surprises in this matter.

There really wasn't any accident in this matter, Moriarty really couldn't beat her, but Jenny couldn't kill him either.

Sherlock stared sideways at her.He knew Jenny's ability very well, just as he knew she had never used her ability to kill anyone.

Sherlock didn't kill anyone either.But he is not bound by the so-called legal morality, but it is not necessary, he can use his own wisdom to bring every murderer to justice.

Undoubtedly, if one day people need to kill people to solve the problem, Sherlock will not hesitate at all.

But Jenny.

Jenny is different.Sherlock thought, if she didn't come to this complicated human world because of him, she wouldn't need to face these at all.

Jenny didn't know that during the few seconds the two of them looked at each other, so many thoughts had passed through Sherlock's mind.

She has not been in the human world for a long time, but she deeply agrees with a sentence that humans often say.There are only six words in this sentence: choice determines life.

Many human beings still use this as the main theme to write books as thick as bricks.

Generally speaking, how far a person can go and how high he can fly in his life is not determined by God or society, but depends entirely on the choices made by this person.

If a person wants something, he has to make the right choice, and he has to walk a path that can lead him to get it. If he unfortunately chooses the wrong thing, he takes the opposite path, and not only will he never get it. This kind of thing will get farther and farther away from this kind of thing.It is such a simple truth.

This principle applies not only to humans, but also to all creatures, including cats.

Humans are a species with high self-esteem. They think that the reason why people are human rather than animals is because of their ability to reason.But in fact, there are animals too, such as the philosopher in the animal world, the tiger king.But Tiger King is a big monster, and Jenny is not sure whether he can be classified as an ordinary animal.

But having said that, when human beings feel good about evaluating the animals in their eyes, how do they know whether they are dealing with an ordinary animal?

Uh, digressing.The central idea of ​​the long paragraph above is that it was Jenny's choice to come to the human world, because she wanted to take a path to get Sherlock.Her feline life will inevitably change because of this, but the so-called choice is like this, and some price needs to be paid as an equal exchange.As with people, so with cats.

These are the prices Jenny can afford and is willing to pay.

Sherlock says Jenny is different, and she is.She is even more arrogant and conceited than Sherlock. She has no basic human morality and concept of right and wrong, and she obeys her own unique law of the forest.

Sherlock moved his lips, as if to answer.

"Life has no meaning, dear Jenny." It was Moriarty who spoke first. "I'm sorry you didn't realize this until now—after so many deaths."

Moriarty gave Sherlock a meaningful look, and continued: "You and I, Jenny, Jenny Baileyville, if you haven't lost those memories stupidly, you will know that this belongs to the two of us." moment. The ultimate puzzle we need to solve. To be or not to be."

All perverts like to say some unpredictable and mysterious things, and in this respect, Moriarty is the best among perverts.But he was going to die soon after all, and Jenny felt that she should be more tolerant, even as a hospice care, she should let him finish the performance.

"You want to kill me, okay, come on!" Moriarty stood on the top of the building, stretching his arms like a funny big bird, with a calm and indifferent expression on his face.

Jenny shrugged. She had no reason to refuse the other party's cooperation.

To Jenny, killing Moriarty was no harder than killing a fish.

The fish in their woods were all as slippery as they had become. Every time she worked hard, jumping up and down, making her cat's hair soaked, she could only catch one or two.

Moriarty stood still and let her kill him. Jenny admired his sense of time.

So she decided to be more agile when she made a move, keep in mind the three key points of "stable, accurate, and ruthless", and strive to kill him with one move, so that he will suffer less.

Trying to understand, Jenny raised her paw, and threw out an aggressive spell.

As a real cat, Jenny didn't cut corners at all. Even if this blow fell on big monsters like Tiger King and Xiao Hei, even if it couldn't cause any lethal damage, it could at least make them lose their hair.

For an ordinary human like Moriarty, it must be enough, and it must be ensured that he dies thoroughly, and there is absolutely no possibility of fraudulent corpse.

Jenny thought with relief, this is the correct way to open Xiti's first kill.She is very satisfied with her performance.

But it turned out that she was happy too early.

Jenny quietly waited for the enemy in front of her to fall to the ground and die.Her spell was aimed at Moriarty's heart, and she would surely die with one blow. This was the fastest way, and she didn't feel any pain.

A few seconds later, a thin gray cloud drifted over, engulfed the sun, and spit out the sun again.Moriarty was still standing in front of her perfectly.

Ordinary people may not notice it, but Jenny keenly senses that the tiny air current caused by the collision of two forces spreads gently around.The hem of Moriarty's clothes dangled in the air, and Sherlock's soft curly hair was gently blown by the wind.

Jenny narrowed her eyes and stiffened.

There was something in Moriarty that could resist her power!

This was completely out of Jenny's expectation, and her first reaction was to subconsciously block Sherlock.But this time Mr. Holmes got ahead, grabbing her tiny arms in his big hands, and pulling her sharply behind him.

After Jenny was stunned for a moment, her heart suddenly sweetened.Forget it, just stand behind, anyway, as long as she is alive, she will definitely protect him.

Moriarty's expression became very happy, as if he had finally waited for this moment.

Jenny poked her head out from behind Sherlock and saw Moriarty reach into his coat and pull out a fuzzy thing that looked like an animal's tail.

She felt that the two tails on his hand looked familiar, and was about to take a closer look, when the phone in her pocket suddenly rang.

The lively ringtone of the mobile phone sounds especially crisp on the roof platform with a slight wind.

Jenny didn't realize it was her phone ringing until Sherlock and Moriarty both looked at her.Usually her mobile phone is basically a decoration, but because it was given to her by Sherlock, she always carries it with her.

After laughing awkwardly and saying sorry, Jenny retracted her head, took out the phone from her pocket, and pressed the answer button.

Two minutes later, Jenny hung up the phone and looked at Sherlock blankly: "It's the hospital calling, saying that Mrs. Hudson was hit by a car."

Dazed and dazed, Jenny suddenly thought clearly again: "But how could the hospital know my phone number..."

Sherlock looked down at her: "You go first."

Jenny frowned, leaving him to face this pervert alone?

In the face of Sherlock's urging, Jenny kept her IQ value today. After thinking about it, she said, "I'll call Watson and let him go."

Mr. Holmes: "..." Why did he become smart all of a sudden?

"Go to the hospital and see Mrs. Hudson, Jenny." Sherlock looked at her seriously.

Jenny's fingers, which were dialing the number, stopped.

She looked up at Sherlock, then at the gray sky covered by thin clouds, and obeyed.

After watching Jenny's figure disappear behind the iron gate on the roof platform, Sherlock looked away and met Moriarty's playful expression again.

"It's so boring. You're so boring, Sherlock. Are you eager to expose your weakness to me?" said Moriarty.

"Everyone has weaknesses, and you are no exception. Maybe you are a little smarter than others, but that's all." Sherlock was calm.

"So you found my weakness?"

After a pause, Sherlock said, "Obviously, you're only looking for fun."

Moriarty walked towards him happily: "We really know each other best. Yes, I've been looking for fun all my life, and you've been the funniest, Sherlock." Moriarty looked closely Sherlock looked into his eyes, "but now you are disappointing too. Sherlock who fell in love, in the end you are just like them, just an ordinary Sherlock. It is too easy to beat you, and the same is true for Jenny, because you are each other Weaknesses, beating you is so easy to get boring. Now I can only go back to playing with ordinary people."

Sherlock lowered his eyes and looked at him for a while, his voice was still cold and indifferent: "Maybe you did win once, but this time I will beat you."

"Really?" The smile on Moriarty's face deepened, his fingers reluctantly stroked the fluffy tail in his hand, "Can you recognize whose fur it is?"

Sherlock remained motionless, but his hands behind his back were clenched until his knuckles turned white.

"This is a stupid question, of course you recognize it, why don't I change the question." Moriarty moved closer to him, with a mysterious voice, "Why don't you guess, how did I get the two tails of the kitten?"

Sherlock's breathing became short of breath.

Moriarty didn't give him time to breathe, and said in a low voice that he could hear very clearly: "I cut it from her with my own hands."

Sherlock involuntarily took a step back.With just a small step, he immediately stopped his body again.

"You should have heard her miserable screams back then, poor Jenny Kitty." Moriarty's characteristic devil voice kept saying, "Oh, I remember she called your name, Sherlock , Sherlock..." Moriarty narrowed his throat on purpose, imitating Jenny's helpless voice, "But where is our Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" After thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized, "Oh , come to think of it, he was busy trying to save another woman. How sad."

Sherlock's face was as hard as marble, and for a moment he even wondered if he was not breathing.He wanted to jump up and punch the smug man in the face, but his feet were pinned to the ground and he couldn't move a step.

Or he knew in his heart that it was not others who should be punched hard, but himself.

Sherlock suddenly lost control and grabbed Moriarty by the collar, pulling him to the edge of the roof, leaving his body in the air.

"You lied, you can't catch Jenny!"

Compared to Sherlock, Moriarty, who may fall from a tall building as long as he lets go, is calmer.

He shrugged: "It was true, but you helped a little."

Sherlock's breathing became more rapid, and he stared at Moriarty sharply. At the same time, he grabbed his collar arm and sent it forward. Moriarty almost fell directly from the roof.

The criminal king who was held in his hand like a quail uttered a cry of fear or excitement, and then said, "Okay, let me give you a hint," his eyes became interested, "You Did you do some experiment with the kitten's gene?"

Sherlock's panting stopped suddenly, and after a while, the hand holding his collar slowly loosened.

Moriarty's eyes flickered as he encountered a fun game: "Think about it carefully, what exactly did you do in that memory you lost?"

Jenny, who was standing far behind the iron gate with her waist down, slightly moved her numb legs that were standing on the ground.

Eavesdropping is the same as killing people. It is a technical job. She is not very proficient in doing it for the first time, and she is not very successful in both.

Jenny looked out again through the small gap that the iron door opened.

There was an entire rooftop away from her, and the two men who were at war just now had returned to calm and harmony.

When Sherlock grabbed Moriarty by the collar and dragged him aside, Jenny almost jumped out.Of course, I didn't want to stop it, but went up to help, and also to prevent Sherlock from accidentally falling together.

She hid behind the door to protect Sherlock, eavesdropping just by the way.

After such a short while, Moriarty regained his warm smile, which made people feel itchy.Jenny glanced away before looking away, staring intently at Sherlock.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but Sherlock's face looked a little colder than usual, and even his lips seemed to lose their color, and they were tightly pressed together in a particularly cold manner.

Although he looked good this way, Jenny felt a little uneasy for some reason.

When Sherlock turned around and walked towards the iron gate, Jenny quickly pinched an invisibility spell to hide herself completely.

He walked close to her side, the light sunlight leaking in through the window and the crack of the door revealed his cold and tight side face, slightly messy black curly hair blown by the wind, and gray, deep and sharp eyes , a high nose bridge, tightly pursed lips that almost trembled.

As he got closer, Jenny could see more clearly, and his face was indeed pale.

Jenny had never seen him like this before, and her heart sank.

She stood by the iron gate, did not follow immediately, but watched him step by step down the stairs, until the last piece of clothes flickered in her sight and disappeared.

Jenny stood silently at the dark and narrow stairs, with a dazed expression.

After a while, Jenny slapped herself on the head suddenly. Why didn't she think of using invisibility just now?Still eagerly hiding behind the door...

The author has something to say: hug yourself silently, not daring to speak...