sherlock cat

It was past midnight, and even the Diogenes Club at 100 PallMall Street, London, had almost all lights out.

just almost.

So there is also an exquisite retro wall lamp, which emits a dim yellow halo in the silent night, reflecting a person sitting on a sofa chair.

He just hung up a phone call and fell into a brief deep thought.

Although he had made enough psychological preparations, his dear brother's choice still surprised him a little.

Mycroft recalled their brief conversation just now.

"You said that the U.S. government contacted you about Jenny's problem." Sherlock suddenly brought up this topic that had been shelved by them for several months.

"You want her to go to America?"

Sherlock was silent for a while, his voice was low: "Moriarty is dead, his accomplice is not yet."

Mycroft fell silent too.Only they know how strong and huge Moriarty's criminal network is.

It was the first time Mycroft had seen his gifted brother show lack of self-confidence.He decided to give the kitten away because he was no longer sure he could keep her safe.

But what surprised McCoff was not only that, Sherlock didn't ask him about the "SH'C injection".

"SHC" is indeed Sherlock's experiment, but the injection is not his result, but developed by the British government using his experimental data.

Jenny's ability is too special, and the British government can't let it go, just like the United States formed an alliance of superpowers and used them to maintain peace, while trying to limit them.

Humans have always been the most arrogant and self-pitying creatures.

"SHC Injection" is the top security secret of the state. If it wasn't for the sudden disappearance of Jenny a year ago, McCoff didn't even know that his security network had already been defeated, let alone that the injection and experimental data had been stolen.

It was his arrogance that underestimated Moriarty and Jenny's influence on Sherlock.

But they are all arrogant people.

Because of her arrogance, Jenny thought that no human being could defeat her, so she fell into a big fall at the hands of Moriarty.

Because of his arrogance, Sherlock thought that he would never fall in love with anyone and fell into useless feelings, so he didn't realize the fact that he never wanted to see clearly until after Jenny's death.

But luckily everything can be redeemed.

"I'll arrange it," Mycroft said finally.

Sherlock hung up the phone.

Jenny was transferred from the hospital to a special cell the next day.

From Jenny's point of view, this place is similar to a ward, a square white box in which she is locked up.It's just that instead of those therapeutic instruments, there are more soft and comfortable sofas and beds.

Every day a fish and chip was brought to her through a little pane in the door.

It was her favorite fish and chips on Marylebone Road.

Jenny didn't eat a bite.

It's not that she wants to go on a hunger strike to protest, she really has no appetite.And when she sees fish and chips, she will think of Sherlock, and when she thinks of Sherlock, she will feel sad, and when she is sad, she will lose her appetite.

Before she thought of Sherlock, she was always full of joy, and felt that the whole world was sunny and full of flowers, but now it was full of bitterness and desolation.

She spent 21 years practicing diligently, and ran out of the forest as soon as she took human form, but now she is locked in a white box by humans.If the little demon in their forest knew about her current situation, they would laugh at her.Thinking about it this way made me even more sad.

The white box that closed her was really white, and the lights were always on. Jenny could no longer tell day from night, and there was nowhere for her to tell.

The person in charge of delivering her meals was very persistent. Day after day, whether she ate or not, there was still one hand opening the small window, bringing in fresh fish and chips and taking away the old ones.

Theoretically speaking, they can live without eating or sleeping for a period of time when they are demons, and they can live by absorbing some sun and moon essence.But this tight little box for her, not to mention the essence of the sun and the moon, not even a breath of wind can penetrate.

She didn't eat or sleep like this, Jenny expected that her image at the moment must be very miserable.

However, according to Tiger King, most people who suffer from emotional injuries will be a little haggard, and the more severely injured, the more haggard.

The people who kept her here were very thoughtless, only knowing that fish and chips were delivered every day, and they didn't even have a mirror. Jenny was not sure whether her haggard appearance at the moment was commensurate with the emotional pain she suffered.

Although she has no appetite and doesn't want to eat, Jenny still wants to sleep. She won't miss Sherlock when she falls asleep, and it can make time pass faster.But as long as she closes her eyes, those terrifying memories that have been recovered recently will come out of her brain unwillingly.The cold scalpel, the figure in a white coat, and Moriarty's frightening face all swayed in front of his eyes like a ghost.

She could only keep herself awake.

Jenny didn't know how long she was going to be locked in this white box, no one came to give her injections anymore, but she still felt weak all over, and she couldn't use spells very well.

Jenny looked around, maybe there was something in the air that could weaken her.She has to admit that human beings can use wisdom to make up for their physical fragility, so they can always occupy the top position of the food chain.

But in fact, they didn't have to be so troublesome at all, and she didn't think about running away.

Where are you going?Baker Street?

Sherlock lives in Baker Street.

How much she had liked Baker Street.Loved their apartment too, their room, their kitchen, their fireplace, their bed...she liked everything in it.But now, she couldn't even imagine how she should face Sherlock.

At this moment, Jenny really realized that when she lost that short memory, Xiao Hei's decision not to let her come back to find Sherlock was right.She used nine lives to end a persistence, which can actually be a complete end.It should not give birth to all kinds of things after that.

Time is really a cruel thing. After a year, it has completely wiped away the traces of her existence, leaving no breath left.

Even Sherlock had forgotten her.

If she doesn't reappear, everything will remain as she never was.This may be better.

If she doesn't show up again...

Jenny thought that she had only briefly participated in Sherlock's life.Whether it was 21 years ago—no, it should be 22 years ago—whether it was 22 years ago or 22 years later, the time they spent together may only be that short half-day.

She remembered his warmth and beauty for half a day, but she never participated in his long life after that.Fate is ups and downs like the waves, how does he deal with the oncoming impact of the tide?How to find the way to put oneself incompatible with everyone around you?The tentacles of the world are lurking around, subtly supplementing and rewriting him...

All of these, she did not participate in.

After it all happened and it was over, Jenny realized that perhaps she had never known Sherlock, even though he had been the most important part of her life from the beginning.

Strictly speaking...she didn't even know his life.She only knew the little boy who came into her field of vision on a sunny afternoon with a small wooden sword.

She never really got close to and understood him.Before she exhausted nine lives and was on the verge of death, he didn't give her a chance to understand.

Realizing this made Jenny very sad.

The snow-white light above the head made people's eyes hurt. Jenny lowered her head and buried her face between her knees.

While Jenny was melancholy experiencing the sublimation of life thoughts in her special cell, the human world outside the cell was bustling with activity.

This is not surprising, human beings are a strange species that can produce some things by themselves, not to mention that there are some things now, and it is even more impossible to let them go.

Out of nowhere, a reporter wrote a long article claiming that "genious detectives and British sweethearts are liars" was published on the front page of the newspaper.The manuscript stated that in all the cases that Sherlock Holmes, a genius detective, had solved in the past, the murderer was actually Jenny. She used her superpowers to commit crimes and then disclosed the details of the cases to Sherlock, so no one except him could solve those cases.

The manuscript also revealed that even the famous Moriarty was created by Jenny and Sherlock, because Moriarty didn't want to cooperate with the perverted game of the two, so he was killed by Jenny.

A bizarre story, well told.

For a while, all the media followed suit, and the accusations about Jenny were overwhelming.

If Jenny, who was in prison, knew about it, she would probably sigh. This is really in line with the saying that Tiger King often used to boast: Although I am no longer in the world, there are still legends about me in the world.

But Jenny is not far away from the Jianghu, let alone for a long time.

After being locked in this small white box, Jenny has never counted the time, and since the day and night here are different, she really has no way to count.Of course, I have no intention of calculating.

After countless times of changing the fish and chips in the pane, finally one day, with a bang, it was no longer the small pane, but the thick iron door that was pushed open.

The iron door opened, and two people walked in one after the other.

The first thing Jenny saw was the weapons on their waists.

The two men brought her clothes, asked her to change out of her white nightgown, and handcuffed her again.

"Where am I going to be taken this time?" Jenny asked.Her voice was a little hoarse because she hadn't spoken for a long time.

As if they didn't hear, the two stood on either side of her, one on the left and one on the right, and led her out of the small white box.

At a certain moment, a kind of convulsive panic spread through Jenny's whole body. She thought that she was going to be taken away again, and then be used as a test subject like an animal.

But fortunately, she didn't completely lose her mind and calmed down quickly.If she is used as an experiment, there is no need to let her change clothes, let alone imprison her for so many days in vain.

When Jenny stood on the bench of the Central Criminal Court, she finally knew where she was taken.

She is a majestic monster, but she is going to be judged by humans.Jenny thought it was a little funny.Also a little pathetic.She couldn't figure it out for a while, she came out of the woods, just wanted to be with Sherlock for a long time, why she ended up as a prisoner under trial in the human world.

Sure enough, whether it is a human or a demon, the state of mind is very important. In the past, she might find it interesting to be a prisoner and stand trial. She hasn't experienced it yet, so it is to increase her life experience.At this time, she was bearing the gazes of people from all directions, and she didn't feel the slightest interest. She only felt desolate and embarrassing.

But despite the desolation and embarrassment, she was still silently looking forward to, Sherlock, he would come too.

Because Jenny didn't count the time, she didn't know how long they hadn't seen each other, but since she was always by his side every day in the past, this was probably the longest time they had been apart.

She misses him a little.

Outside the window, the wind is warm and the sun is warm, and the birds are singing and the flowers are blooming.

Jenny stared intently at the ray of sunlight leaking in through the window.She hadn't seen such clear sunlight for a long time, but it was a pity that she stood in the very center of the court, a little far away from the tall window sill, and the sunlight couldn't shine on her body, which made Jenny slightly regretful.

Suddenly, she remembered that when she first found him, it was also such a sunny day. At that time, she thought that day was a particularly suitable day for reunion after a long absence.

But in fact, that was not the first time she really found him, but she found him again after she came back from the dead. The first time she really walked out of the woods to find him was much more noisy than that day.However, the second reunion was separated by life and death and a long year, so it can be regarded as a reunion after a long absence.

At that time, Sherlock was sitting on the sofa indifferently in his white shirt and black suit, just as she had imagined, yet different.

But no matter what he looks like, she thinks it's fine.She thought his gentle and soft appearance was very good when he was a child, but she also liked his cold and indifferent appearance when he grew up.

Dust like specks of light danced quietly in the ray of light passing through the window. Jenny didn't have the patience to look at these delicate things before, but now she was a little fascinated.

Those spots of light were disrupted for a moment by a tall and tall figure that suddenly broke in, and they scattered around uneasy, and then slowly returned to silence.

Jenny's sight was taken away by the tall black figure, and there was a slight discussion in the courtroom.The justice sitting tall at the top picked up the gavel and tapped it twice, and said "quiet" in a deep voice, and everyone fell silent obediently.

Jenny felt that the judge in the black robe and the strange white hood had struck the gavel very grandly. When she returned to the forest, she would bring the same small hammer to the Tiger King. He thought he would like it very much.

While the judge was tapping the gavel, Sherlock stood upright in his place.

His face still had the usual calm and indifferent expression, his lips were pursed slightly coldly, and his curly soft black hair hung over his deep and calm gray eyes.Jenny had always thought he was handsome in this way.

When looking at him like this, Jenny especially felt her grievance.She couldn't tell what she was wronged, but her eyes burned involuntarily, as if she wanted to evaporate all the memories that had just returned into liquid and flow out of her body.She doesn't want those memories much.

After staring at him for a while, Jenny suddenly noticed that his fair cheeks were tighter, his hands hanging on both sides were clenched into fists, and his eyes turned to the other side as if he didn't want to see her, and the expression on his face seemed forbearing. resistance.

Jenny lowered her eyes.

Today's weather is so good, but she doesn't know if such a good weather is suitable for their reunion after a long absence.

In fact, they didn't have a long separation, or it was a long separation for Jenny alone.

Not only Sherlock came to the court, Watson and Lestrade also came.Jenny also saw Donovan and several other familiar faces from Scotland Yard.

Jenny didn't pay much attention to the inquiries, answers, and refutations that came and went in the court. She rarely needed to speak, and she unconsciously became distracted.

I don't know if her newly added problem of wandering mind is one of the incidental symptoms of emotional injury, but she can discuss it with Tiger King when she goes back.Speaking of Tiger King being so experienced in this area, he must have suffered a lot of emotional injuries before.Jenny tried hard to think about it, but she couldn't figure out what kind of fascinating appearance the "Tigress" that could hurt the Tiger King should be.

Just like before, she certainly couldn't imagine what it would be like to be able to make her feel emotionally hurt.At that time, if someone told her that one day she would spend her heart and soul, regardless of life or death, love someone without hitting the south wall without looking back, Jenny must feel that the person who said these words to her was a loser Crazy.

However, the facts proved that the others were not insane, but she was.

Jenny looked up at Sherlock again.

The Central Criminal Court is the oldest court in London. The old Jenny of this court didn't see it, but thought the windows here were really high.At this moment, the few rays of sunlight projected from the high window opposite, just hit Sherlock's side face, reflecting his cheeks as white as jade.

Jenny thought in her heart that he should be the one who could make her go "insane".

When Jenny pulled her wandering thoughts back, she suddenly found that there were two more strangers on the witness stand opposite.

Two strange men.

A bald man in a wheelchair, and a small man in a tailored suit.When Jenny looked over, the man in the wheelchair gave her a friendly smile, and the little man gave her a funny wink.

Jenny heard the chubby judge address them as "Professor" and "Mr. Stark."

The professor and Mr. Stark were obviously well prepared. They submitted a lot of materials to the court, claiming that these materials could prove that Jenny was a U.S. citizen, and requested that she be handed over to the U.S. government as soon as possible.

That Mr. Stark opened his eyes to the judge and the jury and said nonsense: "Jenny became an American citizen two years ago. She came here just for a vacation. Regarding some misunderstandings that occurred during this period, I think the governments of the two countries must be sure." They'll find a way to deal with it, because that's what they're good at."

This time someone finally remembered to ask her.

"Miss Jenny Belleville," the chubby judge looked at her with calm and majestic eyes, "I hope you can answer honestly, is everything that Mr. Stark just said and the information submitted are true? Are you really an American citizen? ?"

Jenny didn't answer.

Even in the saddest moment, she never thought of leaving here, let alone Sherlock let her go.

When people were not paying attention, the sunlight moved a few inches, and those bright beams no longer shone on his cheeks, but behind his head.His face was hidden in shadow, and Jenny couldn't quite see the expression on his face.

Gathering up the last bit of strength in her body, Jenny suddenly disappeared from the dock like a puff of smoke.

There was a sudden commotion in the audience, and even Tony Stark showed a bit of surprise on his face.

In the blink of an eye, Jenny reappeared in front of Sherlock.There was another uproar and exclamation, and the judge's gavel struck even more grandly.

Only Sherlock remained calm and motionless.

Jenny also looked calm, motionless.

In fact, she has always wanted to ask him a question.

The author has something to say: Mr. Stark has something to say: I heard that when I first came on the scene, the attribute was "a small man in a well-tailored suit", small man? ...

Author: Is there something wrong?

For the sake of the tin can, should you put away your knives anyway...