sherlock cat

Jenny is indeed bright at times and confused at times.But when Sherlock refused to let her call Watson and insisted that she see Mrs. Hudson, Jenny was not confused.She understood what was going on.

Sherlock walked out of the Butts Hospital, and the end of the sky was already a little reddish in the setting sun.

Jenny suddenly appeared in sight, and ran over when she saw him from a distance.

"I've gone to see Mrs. Hudson. She's fine. There's nothing wrong with her. The hospital must have made a mistake." Jenny stopped in front of him, raised her head and reported to him in detail.

Jenny wasn't lying, she did run back to Baker Street to have a look, to make sure Mrs Hudson was all right, and back again without stopping.

Sherlock gave a low "um" and stared at her for a long time without speaking.Jenny felt that his expression was quite unpredictable.

After a while, he said suddenly, "Scotland Yard will make a decision soon?"

"What decision?" Jenny looked at him suspiciously.

Sherlock looked at her too.Jenny saw that there seemed to be gray sadness flowing quietly in the depths of his eyes.

"Deciding whether to arrest you as a suspect in a kidnapping case."

Jenny froze.

"Is it because of those two kids screaming?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Lestrade thinks I'm a murderer?"

"Scotland Yard isn't just a constable, Lestrade."

Jenny nodded in understanding.

Sherlock paused for a moment, and his long legs took another step forward, getting closer to her.

"If Scotland Yard comes to Baker Street to take you away, don't resist, just go with them." The tone was rare and gentle, so gentle that Jenny wanted to agree to whatever request he made immediately.

But before she was bewildered by the beauty and lost her mind, Jenny woke up vigorously and did not agree immediately.

Moriarty was all around them, and if she was captured by Scotland Yard, there would be no one to protect her Sherlock.

Sherlock stared at her silently.How could he not see her mind.

"I'll be fine." What Moriarty wanted was to defeat him, not kill him. Of course, if he could be defeated by killing him, Moriarty would not hesitate. "This is a game set by Moriarty. He wants to destroy me bit by bit." Seeing what Jenny wanted to say, Sherlock quickly interrupted her, "But I won't let him succeed."

What he didn't say was that she was the only variable.

For Sherlock, Jenny is a blind spot in his brain.Because of the lack of memory of their past, their future is also full of uncertainty.

"Okay." Jenny finally agreed aggrievedly.She never refused any of his requests, "Then you must quickly find out the real murderer and let Scotland Yard release me."

Sherlock nodded.

At this moment, in this situation, Jenny felt that she needed some comfort.She slid up to him, shoulder against his, and reached into his pocket for his hand.

Sherlock didn't stop her, standing still.

The moment Jenny's fingers touched his skin, he held them tightly with his backhand, so hard that she felt a little pain.

His hands were icy cold, even the palms with a thin layer of sweat were cold.Jenny was surprised for a moment, as if he had really become a marble statue, cold and without any warmth.

Jenny knew what Sherlock was worried about.From Irene Adler to Moriarty, fundamentally speaking, they all have to face the same problem, that is, their past.There must be many irreconcilable contradictions that led to their miserable ending in the past.

They had decided to let the past pass, but a group of irrelevant people headed by Moriarty refused.

This is really the most incredible thing she has encountered in her more than 500 years of cat life.

Only, Jenny thought, Sherlock had told her that he loved her.Jenny thought that knowing this, there was nothing to be afraid of.

But seeing Sherlock so worried, Jenny was a little dazed, Sherlock was smarter than her, maybe he thought of many problems that she hadn't thought of.

Jenny pondered for a long time, and finally came up with a practical and efficient method: soldiers to block, water to cover.

In the twilight, the street lamps on both sides suddenly turned on gradually, and unconsciously, the last ray of sunlight in the sky was also swallowed by the hazy night shadow.The lonely light shone on his pale cheeks, making him look extraordinarily quiet.

Jenny thought, how could they be separated?As long as he is, she will be there.Unless he lets her go.

Jenny laughed at the thought, how could Sherlock let her go?

Later, when recalling many things that happened that night, Jenny couldn't remember many details.For example, how she and Sherlock got back to Baker Street, what Watson and Mrs Hudson were doing at the time, and whether they had dinner before those chaotic events, etc.

Thinking of the messy self that was about to face at that time, and that she might be hungry, Jenny felt a burst of sadness, feeling that it was not easy for her.

Sherlock had never been wrong in his judgment of the situation, and Lestrade did come to Baker Street very quickly that night to arrest Jenny.This is not Lestrade's original intention, but as Sherlock said, Lestrade is not the only police officer in Scotland Yard, but Lestrade is the only one who trusts her and them.

Considering that there is no secret "ability" in Jenny, the head of Scotland Yard has considered the issue very carefully. Apart from Lestrade who led the team, almost half of the police officers in the yard have been transferred to Baker Street.Jenny is still in the limelight this time.

Jenny naturally didn't care about this.One or a dozen, it doesn't make any difference to her.She just couldn't bear Sherlock.

The sentimental emotions had just begun, and Jenny suddenly remembered that she had only promised not to resist when Scotland Yard came to arrest her, and she had not promised to be locked up obediently by them all the time.

Thinking about it this way, my mind immediately opened up, and I made up my mind silently. At this time, I will fulfill the promise first, and I can sneak back in the middle of the night, and sneak back in the early morning.

She is indeed the most witty little demon in their woods.

Jenny was happy when the troubled problem was solved. When Lestrade motioned for a young police officer to come over and handcuff her, she even smiled at him in a very friendly way. His face was red up to the base of his neck.

Everything started with the ringing of a mobile phone.

Jenny was obediently walking out of the gate of 221B, accompanied by Lestrade and a group of police officers.

During the daytime, thin clouds cover the sun, while the weather fluctuates from cloudy to sunny, but at night, it is rare to see it completely clear. The stars are drilled into the sky one by one, which looks very gratifying.

The street lights all the way are shining along Baker Street, as if echoing the stars in the sky.There is a fresh smell of revival in the air.

Jenny felt that it would not be easy for her to go back to a human prison, and such a night was very suitable for the occasion.

It was at this time that a familiar cell phone rang without warning, breaking the harmony between the police and the people.

It was Jenny's cell phone that rang, lying safely in her coat pocket.

No one saw that in the shadows in the distance there was a pair of eyes peeping at everything in the dark.

No one saw it.Except Jenny.

Not only did she see these eyes, she could even clearly see what the owner of these eyes said to her softly.

He said, "Goodbye, my kitten."

At that moment, Jenny was convinced that what she saw was not an ordinary human being, but a hunting animal hiding in the dark to spy on the situation and wait for an opportunity.Sherlock later described Moriarty as a spider, a metaphor that Jenny found apt.

And now, Sherlock is the prey in his web.Or he deliberately let Jenny see that Sherlock will become the prey in his net.

Without even answering the phone, Jenny knew what Moriarty was going to say and what she was supposed to do.

It's not that Jenny doesn't understand that this is Moriarty's deliberate provocation. He threatened her with Sherlock just to anger her.But so what?His threat was so well chosen that Jenny couldn't refuse.

Before actually attacking Moriarty, some vague images suddenly flashed in Jenny's cat's head. She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have said that one day she would personally kill this man to avenge herself.

Jenny didn't think about the grudge, but she didn't mind fulfilling the promise first and then thinking about it slowly.

Of course, Jenny still remembered the obstacles she encountered when she killed Moriarty in the afternoon, but as an ambitious cat, she couldn't stand still just because of setbacks. This was really not her style.

Taking a step back, even if she couldn't kill him all at once, it would be good if she worked hard to beat him to a disability or half to death.In this way, when she is taken away by the blind and blind Scotland Yard to eat in prison, it is also a guarantee for Sherlock's safety.

The bell rang for only a few seconds.Jenny didn't pick it up and didn't have to.

She felt that she had thought of everything thoroughly.

Sherlock was standing a little behind her, and Jenny was thinking about casting a spell that was more powerful than the afternoon spell, and she didn't pay attention to the look on his face for a moment.

It seems that he heard him shouting anxiously: "Jenny!"

Reach out and grab her.

But it was too late.

Jenny didn't seem to use much force, but the handcuffs tied to her slender wrists snapped suddenly, and fell on the concrete floor in front of their apartment with a loud clang.

Jenny walked this section of Baker Street countless times.

When she found this place for the first time, she waited for a while in front of the big iron gate of 221B, and waited for a client who looked like a "big-eared monkey" to knock on the gate of 221B for her.

Since then, she has stepped in and out of this gate and the long street in front of the gate countless times.Most of the time, they stepped over with Sherlock.

This night, police cars and police officers were crowded in front of the gate of 221B, and red and blue police lights flashed and swayed in the night-filled streets.They were all here to capture her.

If Xiaohei and Hu Dawang knew that she, who was not able to kill a fish in the past, actually scared these humans like this, I don't know if they would think that she was very uplifting.

Jenny really wanted to kill Moriarty, but she didn't expect to be able to kill him this time, so when her spell fell on Moriarty without any hindrance, Jenny was more than those who watched The police officers were also surprised.

Moriarty fell in front of Jenny with a strange smile.

The bright red blood from the corner of his mouth flowed down together with his weird smile, and screams and reprimands sounded one after another around him.

The evening wind is quiet, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.Jenny stared at Moriarty lying on the ground for a long time.She was sure that this person was really dead, so dead that his body was lifeless.

Jenny couldn't tell what she was feeling.This is the first person she killed.When she was fully prepared and hit with all her strength, she failed to kill him. When she didn't hold out much hope and only wanted to injure and maim him, he died cleanly and very cooperatively.

Jenny didn't know if she was numb from the vibrations, or if she was completely unconscious.

She turned around, dazed by the flickering police lights.There were people all around her, each with a weapon aimed at her.

Jenny didn't care, she was looking for a familiar figure.

She found it quickly, Sherlock looked stern, and seemed to keep yelling at her.

Jenny happily took a step in his direction before her brain slowly realized what he was saying.

He said, Jenny!Don't move, don't move!

Jenny stopped obediently.

Almost at the same time, her ears caught a light sound, followed by a faint sound of air currents.

Her body stiffened slightly, she suddenly lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Something like a needle pierced her neck.

Jenny didn't know what hit her, but the sudden burning pain gave her a sense of familiarity and fear branded in her bones.

She tried to shake and stand up, but the waves of pain made her unable to support her body.Her hands were gripping the ground in pain, and every inch of her skin was burning.Her green eyes were wide open, as if her eyes were on fire, and there was only a red light.

Everything happened so fast that Jenny couldn't react at all.

She killed Moriarty.But Moriarty is the enemy of the whole of Scotland Yard, and even the whole of London, and everyone knows that he is a bad guy.Killing didn't feel very good, but Jenny didn't feel like she was doing the wrong thing.

She didn't understand, she killed a damned person, why did those people who originally wanted to do the same suddenly change their positions and point their guns at her?

But she didn't have the energy to think about it.

She is in so much pain.

Finally, an unbearable cry of pain rushed out from tightly pursed lips, echoing up and down in Baker Street shrouded in night and sirens.

In a painful trance, Jenny vaguely heard Sherlock calling her name, one after another.But the turbulent pain did not allow her to linger in his voice, she seemed to be engulfed by the tide, and she didn't know where she would drift.

She tried her best to chase after the sound, and even the dim light of the street lamp turned into a hazy red.

She vaguely saw Sherlock, and Watson and Mrs. Hudson, all trying to run towards her, but something kept stopping them.

With such a distance, her eyes were blurry, and she couldn't see anything clearly, but Jenny could really feel Sherlock's anxiety and loss of control.

An arrogant and indifferent person like him has always been calm and calm. No matter how brutal the criminals are or how urgent the situation is, he cannot let the calmness he is proud of show a single crack, but she did it today.She was really upset.

Not only did she do it today, but she did it in the past.Because she saw him like this when she was dying last time.

The last time you were near death?

As the cool night wind blew past her face, Jenny finally remembered that this kind of pain was not the first time for her.

Even later, she experienced even more severe pain, didn't she survive it?

Sherlock finally broke through those obstacles and rushed to her, carefully placing his big hand on her shoulder.

Startled, Jenny turned her head sharply to him.Sherlock saw that her originally beautiful green eyes had turned into demonic red vertical pupils.

Her eerie red pupils seemed to be fixed on him, but also seemed to penetrate him, staring at an old time in the past.

Sherlock shuddered.

Although her mind was extremely slackened by the pain, Jenny could still clearly feel the trembling of the big palm on her shoulder.

She looked up.

The blue sky is already filled with bright cold stars, and the stars that were still joyful just now, when I look at them now, I feel that those beautiful lights hanging high in the sky are so far away that it makes people feel a lot of sentimentality.

Seeing her like this, he was still scared...

The dim yellow light of the street lamp shone from a distance, and Jenny looked at his silhouette in the faint light, and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be such dense stars on the night she was dying, she fell on the cold and hard ground, with starbursts on her head, Shine brightly.

She was held in a warm embrace with great care, and her nose smelled a familiar and reassuring smell.

He said to her so softly: "Jenny, calm down, it's okay, it's okay..." The softness is not like him anymore.

But, is it really all right?

In fact, she always had a question in her mind that she wanted to ask him.

Sherlock has always been able to see through all her thoughts at a glance, even now.His hands trembled because of this.

He knew that she remembered everything in the past...

The author has something to say: Should this chapter be called "Mo Niang's Sacrifice"...

That, cut it lightly, I am as afraid of pain as a cat......