Molly, Molly!

Chapter 10 Who Climbed In Bed

Molly didn't know why she couldn't spin her legs, so she floated lightly towards a stranger's bed.Even though it still doesn't have a clear owner, her habit of using the bed has never changed.

Lying weakly on the bed, her head was obviously sleepy, as if she had been separated from the real world, but her brain, which still maintained the ability to think at that time, kept telling herself that she was not asleep yet.The problem of recognizing the bed is really hopeless. When she first moved here, it took her three days to get used to it.Why does this problem come along with time travel?I really can't figure it out.

Turned over on the bed again, the ceiling was already blurred, and the god of sleep was still calling, but it was as tenacious and terrifying as if something was preventing her from falling asleep.

This feeling is really life and death.Sitting up suddenly, it involved her sore leg. Molly bared her teeth and let out a low cry of pain. She still remembered that she was not at her home!

Apart from falling suddenly on the bed, Molly had nothing else to do, even turning over would hurt, and she didn't know when the foot injury would heal.

Tossing like this until it was almost dawn, and the sun was shining through the window, Molly suddenly heard the sound of the door opening and closing, but fell asleep in a daze.What a painful torture, if I had known she might as well have dragged her injured leg home!

"Hello." Sherlock got out of the taxi, still in his usual attire, with a long black trench coat and a gray scarf.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes." Watson held out his hand while leaning on a cane.

"Call me Sherlock." Holmes quickly walked to Watson's side and took Watson's hand.

Looking around, Watson looked at the passing vehicles, "The location here is very good, it should be very expensive." Please forgive an injured military doctor who has just retired from the army and has to think about financial issues.

With hands behind his back, Sherlock looked very calm, "The landlord, Mrs. Hudson, gave me a special price. She owes me a favor. Her husband was sentenced to life imprisonment in Florida a few years ago. I helped."

Watson answered the question as a matter of course, "So, you saved her husband from the death penalty?"

Hearing Watson's words, Sherlock retracted his wandering eyes, and looked at Watson, "No, I testified against him."

The corner of Watson's mouth twitched. Before he could say anything, the door of 221 Baker Street suddenly opened.

"Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson opened the door and hugged Sherlock.

"Mrs. Hudson, Dr. John Watson." As an intermediary, Sherlock acted as an introduction.

"Hello, come in." Mrs. Hudson's face was filled with a warm smile. If it wasn't for Molly, it would be nice to be able to bring these two people together.Poor Sherlock, until now there are only a few people who have a better relationship. "Thank you." After thanking him, Watson walked in with a cane.The house is spacious except for the litter everywhere.The sunlight came in through the gaps in the curtains, and it can be seen that the sunlight in this place is relatively sufficient.From a rental point of view, if the price is cheap too, this place can't be faulted.

Under the leadership of Sherlock, Watson walked into the room, "It's pretty good here." Watson was obviously very satisfied with the place, "It's really great." Except that it was a little messy.

"Yeah, I think so too." Molly would be very surprised if she was here, since Sherlock obviously rarely admits to agreeing with others, "so I just moved in."

"Just clean up the rubbish." Before Sherlock finished speaking, Watson spoke again.

Sherlock turned immediately and walked over to his things.

"So these things?"

"I can put them away." With that said, Sherlock just moved these things from one pile to another.

"So, where is my room?" Watson looked around.

"Oh, there." Sherlock immediately straightened up and walked in another direction. For him, being able to not organize things was really a good choice.

Saying this, his hand was already on the armrest of that room, but as soon as he pushed the door open, he immediately closed the door again, "I think you are satisfied enough with this house, I think I can help you go to the hotel take things."

"I don't think I have anything to take." Watson looked at Sherlock who was blocking him and was speechless. He didn't know the reason for the other party's behavior.

"No, I think you must." Sherlock's tone was very sure.

Watson felt helpless when he saw Sherlock's expression. However, he has always been a good-tempered person, and he was quite satisfied with this house. Although the co-tenant was a bit strange, this did not affect his good mood. Nodding in agreement, "Okay, then I'll go to the hotel." Turning around and walking outside, Watson found Sherlock following him.

"I think, even if my leg is injured, I don't need you to help me with my luggage." Watson felt that his co-tenant was very strange.

Sherlock just raised his eyebrows, signaling Watson to move on.

However, there was a sudden bang behind him.

"Oh, my God, what happened here?" Watson turned around immediately, wanting to look behind him.

Sherlock just continued to block his line of sight calmly, "I think my things fell out, it's okay. I'll deal with it later." He even forgot that Molly might not have left yet.

In the room, Molly, who just fell off the bed, was still a little confused about the situation.She just fell asleep in the early morning, what's the situation now?I'm so sleepy, but it seems that someone opened the door just now?Too bad, Molly rubbed her chicken coop hair, it seems that someone will come to see the room this morning, so did Sherlock fool that guy out just now?

What an unlucky guy, but she was not much worse, she fell off the bed, that guy Sherlock probably heard it too, I don't know what kind of strange reason that guy would use, but she seemed to be surprised by this point Not interested, she always felt that that guy would never give any normal reasons.

It seemed that the pain pulled her out of half-awake and half-sleep. She lowered her head and glanced at her bound feet. She groaned in her heart. She always felt that this day of resting at her aunt's house Her feet will become even more tragic, but the most important thing for her now is to run away quickly.

"Ah, Molly, you're still here, didn't you meet the person who was looking at the house just now?" Mrs. Hudson saw Molly who was trying to move outside, "I thought Sherlock was leaving you early in the morning This guy was a little too careless. Does it matter to you?" Mrs. Hudson looked at Molly worriedly.

"It's nothing." Smiling and looking at Mrs. Hudson, Molly didn't know how this incident involved Sherlock Holmes. It seemed that in the eyes of her aunt, the relationship between her and Mr. Sherlock had been resolved in this life. Not open.

Forget it, anyway, she is already desperate, if she can't get rid of it, she can't get it out, she really doesn't want to be implicated in this way, but what else can she do?By the way, she seemed to have taken the other brother's money.When it comes to money, she seems to have forgotten one thing.ah!

Turning around hurriedly, seeing that Mrs. Hudson was about to close the door, she yelled, "Auntie, lend me the money." She actually forgot such an important thing, and she was going to drag her disabled leg back home. Home, it's not really going to be scrapped.If she really lost her leg because of chasing a thief, wouldn't her two laugh at her to death?Thinking of this possibility, Molly fainted.

A few minutes later, Molly was waiting anxiously by the side of the road for the rental. She didn't usually find the rental business so good, and she didn't know what happened today. It was a tragedy.Rubbing her hair, Molly felt that she must have lost the slightest image.

Still wearing yesterday's clothes, especially the shirt inside, because I didn't have any clothes to change yesterday, and I was ravaged all night on the bed.Hair like a chicken coop, a crazy woman who didn't wash up, when she remembered this incident, she had no face to go back.With gauze-tied legs, her current image can already be called a crazy woman. Is it because of this reason that no one stops in front of her?Molly wept silently in her heart.

However, after waiting for a long time, the savior finally arrived, and a taxi stopped in front of her.Although the young driver smiled strangely, she still sat on it decisively. She didn't want to have no place to sit.

However, just where it didn't see, a black car parked there quietly.Mycroft still had a smile on his face, but it was even more wretched at the moment.

"The taxi has been arranged." Mycroft watched Molly get into the taxi with a satisfied smile, but then he shook his head again, "Young people these days are so fierce. Why? It's progressing so fast? But it looks like it's a good thing. Sherlock finally got the hang of it." He shook his head, with the look of a young child growing up in my family.

The beautiful woman next to him who had been playing with her mobile phone glanced at him but didn't speak.

"It seems that there are still many documents that need to be removed. I have to go." The smile on his face narrowed, and this kind of Mycroft was unexpectedly serious.If Molly had seen McCoff's expression from the beginning that day, maybe she wouldn't have complained like that.

The black car drove slowly towards Buckingham Palace.

At the same time, an evil event is about to be brewed in the dark.

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