sherlock cat

Jenny lay tightly in Sherlock's arms, feeling that the whole cat was dizzy.

The overcoat wrapped her tightly, her eyes were completely dark, and her other senses became more sensitive.

Through the thin shirt, Jenny could feel the temperature of his body, smell the smell of his body, and feel that the blood flow in her whole body was accelerating, just like when she practiced before.No, it was more exciting than when her cultivation base soared.

Jenny tried her best to move in the small space, trying to sniff harder.

Huh?

Fragrant and slippery, what is it?

Jenny rubbed her furry head.

Mr. Holmes, who was walking forward with his long legs, suddenly stopped and felt a slight itch in his collarbone.

Dr. Watson next to him gave him a strange look.

Sherlock continued to walk forward without changing his expression.

Under the coat, Jenny and her cat are still tirelessly exploring in the dark.That slippery area not only feels good to the touch, but also smells very "appetizing".

Thus, Jenny, who was successfully aroused by her "appetite", quietly stuck out her evil cat tongue...

This time, Sherlock was shocked!

The gray pupils shrank suddenly.

As a result of constant testing at the edge of danger, as soon as she got into the car, Jenny was pulled out of her coat by a pair of big hands and thrown to Watson.

Mr. Detective started the car without saying a word, and the black off-road vehicle rushed out of the base roaring.

Watson gave him a suspicious look: "What happened?" He had been very strange since just now.

After a few seconds, Sherlock's cold voice came over.

"It's nothing."

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who has been single for 27 years, can tell others that he was underestimated by a cat?

It was already afternoon when they returned to the hotel where they stayed from Baskerville.

Jenny, who managed to get the oil and felt that her "promise with her body" was one step closer to repaying her kindness, quickly forgot about those compatriots who were locked in cages and suffered.

Anyway, it's not the first time she has done something like "seeing sex and forgetting righteousness".What is the psychological burden?Never seen it.

Two people and one cat settled for a late lunch in the restaurant of the small hotel.

Watson thoughtfully ordered a fish for Jenny and a set meal for himself.

There was nothing in front of Sherlock.

Watson had already known Sherlock's habit of never eating when he was thinking.

Jenny knew it too, but now she forgot.

Her pale green eyes looked at the savory fish on the plate in front of her, then up at Sherlock.

The attraction of a fish to a cat is self-evident, especially this cat has been running all day on an empty stomach.

But one Sherlock is more attractive to Jenny than countless fish.

Between food and beauty, Jenny chose the latter with difficulty and decisively.

There is a word in human beings called "beauty can be eaten". Jenny used to be very puzzled, thinking that there is no beauty or beauty in the world that is so beautiful that it can be eaten as a meal.

Today she understood it thoroughly.

To her, Sherlock is the "beautiful and delicious".

Jenny jumped onto the tabletop in front of him.Sherlock looked down at her, expressionless on his face.

Jenny didn't mind either, she rubbed her little furry head against his finger on the table, and honestly nestled in his hand.

In fact, she wanted to jump on his lap, but she was worried about being thrown away, so she settled for the next best thing and chose a good position for herself again.

Sherlock's white and slender fingers moved slightly.In fact, Jenny's fur was soft and smooth, like the finest brocade, very pleasant to the touch.

Then, the big slender and beautiful hand unconsciously moved slightly along the soft fur next to his hand.

At this time, Mr. Holmes didn't know that the behavior of petting cats was addictive.

Besides, in this world, no one can always refuse to approach with a friendly heart, especially if the other party is a cute cat who has no scheming (?), no selfishness (?), and no power to restrain a chicken (?).

Neither can Sherlock.

After eating and paying the bill, the two of them went to the house of Henry Knight, their client, again.

On the way, Dr. Watson said worriedly, "Maybe we should buy some canned cat food. It doesn't seem to like fish very much."

Canned cat?

Is it the kind of unknown thing that is packed in a jar, the original shape of the ingredients cannot be seen, and the smell is disgusting? !

No!

Jenny sat alone in the backseat of the car with a cat, sternly saying no.On the issue of rations, we must not give in half a step!

Sherlock glanced at her in the rearview mirror and said softly, "No need, it likes to eat fish."

Jenny nodded hastily.

Dr. Watson said: "I think, now you can not only see through a person in an instant, but you can also see through a cat in an instant."

Sherlock glanced in the rearview mirror again, and replied calmly, "Of course."

But what Mr. Holmes' super brain was thinking at this time was that the spacious seat at the back was too big for a cat.

They met with their client, and decided on a simple and rough plan to lure the snake out of the hole - they took Henry Knight to the place called Devil's Valley at night to see if there would be any "giant hounds" coming out to attack him.

Jenny thought it was a very efficient idea, but they were doomed to disappointment.

When she was in Baskerville, she had asked the animals who were kept in cages for experiments.

According to them, this year's human researchers are very disappointing. Although they are busy all day long, giving them various injections and medicines, there is nothing that can be achieved.

If a creature like a "giant hound" really existed, no one would worry about it, the Baskerville base would have captured it and studied it by itself.

Jenny felt very reasonable.

Since there is no "giant hound" here, no matter what ideas Sherlock comes up with, it is impossible to draw out something that does not exist.

If he can't get it out, he will be disappointed.Jenny didn't want him to be disappointed, but she couldn't think of any way to make him not disappointed, so she couldn't help being sad for a while.

Is it possible to use magic to transform a "giant hunting dog"?

Not a bad idea.

But the premise is that her spells are not so ineffective.

Sure enough, what Xiao Hei said is right, cultivation is the same as knowledge, and it takes time to use it to hate it.

Unbeknownst to Jenny, they hadn't come here for the "Giant Hound."In fact, Sherlock doesn't believe that "Giant Hounds" really exist.All he had to solve was a case, a mystery, like all the cases and mysteries he had solved before.That's all.

If there is any difference, it is that in all his previous cases, a cat has never been involved.

Maybe there was, but he forgot.

What exactly is memory?

If you type this question into a search engine, you can get such a rigid and rational answer:

Memory is the recognition, maintenance, reproduction or recognition of the things experienced by the human brain, and it is the basis for advanced mental activities such as thinking and imagination.

It is precisely because of people's innate memory ability that everyone becomes an independent individual and unique.

But human beings always like to say that memory is the root of pain.

As if they didn't want the ability to memorize at all.

Probably no one has ever thought that something like memory is sometimes controllable——

If you had the brightest brain in England.

If your brain is a huge palace.

Then you can throw those unbearable painful memories into the very end of the palace, then close the palace door, and complete a cut of memory and life...

The author has something to say: Mao Mao: No one can resist my charm!

Sherlock: Another day I want to be a cat slave...

The red envelope continues~