[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 1

Jenny opened her eyes, feeling very dizzy, and everything in front of her eyes seemed to be separated by a layer of fog.She shook her head vigorously, but in fact it was just a slight shake of her head.

Where is this?who is she?Jenny felt dizzy and nauseous and started to hurt.

Is she really the noble lady Shangguan Zhenzhu who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting in the ancient oriental country, can play in the kitchen and enter the hall, but is forced to death by her husband's "true love"?Or Naoko Kushita, who graduated from the Finance Department of Oxford University and has a background in the Japanese underworld but bravely entered Hollywood and married five times?Or Jenny Hudson, who lived in a London slum and was nearly beaten to death by her thug husband?

Jenny lay in bed and spent the whole day sorting out the messy memories in her head, only to realize that it was dark outside when her stomach protested.Jenny resisted the stomachache and found a black bread as hard as a rock from the bottom of the memory cabinet, and touched the kettle, which was cold.

With a stomachache, you can't drink cold water. Jenny was sweating coldly and turned on the stove at the cost of being sprayed with black coal slag all over her face.While waiting for the water to heat up, she forcefully broke off a small piece of black bread and put it in her mouth, chewing slowly and carefully.

The bread was really too thick. Although Jenny tried her best to moisten the bread with her saliva, and chewed the bread finely before swallowing it, the bread still hurt her throat.

Fortunately, the water was boiling at this time. Jenny found a chipped cup and filled half a cup of boiling water, threw the black bread into it and soaked it into a paste, and drank it slowly like soup.

The taste of this kind of thing is really bad, but Jenny doesn't seem to feel anything. Her eyes were dull, and she mechanically scooped the "soup" into her mouth, but she couldn't help thinking about how to change the current situation.

It doesn't matter if she is Shangguan Pearl, or Naoko Jiuxia, or Jenny, but she is her.

Jenny didn't realize that when she had this thought, two other life memories had already begun to affect her.

Why is it that no matter who she is in the three memories, her life is so miserable?I won’t talk about the first two periods of life. In the short 20 years as Jenny, she seems to have become insensitive.

At the age of 15, she was raped by her current villain husband, Gong Shi, and forced to marry him. Although it was only five years, the girl who was originally as delicate as a flower is already 50 years old.

In the past, Jenny was regarded as a beauty in their area, and it was precisely because of this that she was favored by the current villain husband.She would have had the chance of being a maid in an upper-class family, and then perhaps of marrying a promising footman, and perhaps of a small fortune, and of living austerely but at least out of the slums.

But it was all ruined by her villainous husband.

The petal-like cheeks are now like dried apples, the hair like waves of wheat is now like a bunch of grass, the milk-like skin has become like a dry and cracked wall after autumn, and the plump figure that people always look at in the past, Now it is shriveled like a door panel.

Jenny didn't know whether to scream, "You can't go on like this, are you still a woman?" Or should I be thankful that her current unkempt appearance has kept the villain husband from touching her for more than a year.

Jenny almost didn't want to think about her husband, the villain, but in order to get rid of the status quo, she had to carefully recall his weaknesses, or rather, his handles.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that there are quite a lot of handles.

The man named Tom Hover, whose mother used to be a cook in someone else's family, and whose father was a small merchant who sold goods, made Tom Hover a jerk because he spoiled his only son too much.Jenny found out that her husband still had little property, at least his father left him this rotten wooden house, and most of their livelihoods were earned by the sporadic rent and Jenny doing odd jobs, but Most of the money he earned was used by Tom to drink and gamble to find daughters-in-law.

Jenny paused for a moment as she drank the soup. She discovered that she had secretly saved money for five years, and she even had five pounds and three pence in her own pocket.For Jenny in the past, this might be life-saving at a critical moment, but for Jenny who wants to change the status quo, there is not much difference between having and not having it.

Recalling this, Jenny suddenly noticed something.

Starting about a year ago, Tom brought home a big bag of trash every week.This pile of rubbish is of various kinds, sometimes it is a pile of rotten fish and dead cats, sometimes it is leftovers thrown away by some textile factory, sometimes it is a pile of empty cans, sometimes it is some wooden branches... Every time the villain will After bringing the garbage home, they would close the door and dig out something from the garbage dump, sometimes it was an envelope, sometimes a small box, sometimes a thin tube, and sometimes even just a piece of rotten cloth.When Tom found these things, he would take them out.

Jenny didn't know what it was at first, but she knew that since Tom started doing these things, his hands were looser, at least he wouldn't punch and kick her for not finding money from home.But two months ago, when Tom was lying on the bed because of drinking and fighting with others, he asked Jenny to help him send a box to the woods behind Wilson Church, and put the box in a designated tree hole.Jenny completed this matter very smoothly, and then Tom often instructed Jenny to deliver things because he was drunk or didn't want to move.

Send some weird envelope packages to weird places.

In the past, Jenny would obey her husband's order without thinking too much about it, but now when Jenny recalled this incident, a mocking sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Delivering a message for a secret group of people?So in order to keep secret, Tom, the "postman", may not live for too long, after all, only the dead can truly keep secrets.As Naoko Kushita, who has a background in the underworld, she understands this kind of thing very well. Generally, the time limit for such a "postman" will not exceed one year.

The corners of Jenny's mouth froze suddenly, and she put down the spoon to support her head: Naoko after a long time or something...

Not only that, Jenny also discovered that Tom actually has many "businesses", including finding some local hooligans, or people with "special skills" to do some special "businesses".Sometimes he would ask Jenny to find those people. Although Jenny went there every time, she was actually very afraid of those guys with evil eyes.

Really well done.

Well, soon she will be able to get rid of her husband. For this man, Jenny has no extra sympathy. The question she cares about is how can she ensure that the group of people who need to pass the news will not "swiftly" She also silenced?After she helped her husband deliver things several times?Moreover, how could she get his property after her husband's death?

Although her husband never gave her cash, Jenny knew that this rotten log house was worth some money.Last year, the wealthy butcher at the end of the Long House expressed his desire to buy this place, but Tom was quite clear-headed and knew that this place was the basis for him to have money to drink, gamble and buy women, so he never agreed. But what if Tom dies?

If Tom died, how could she be sure that the only property would fall into her hands?No matter what she wants to do in the future, she needs a start-up capital.

Jenny sighed, supported the table and slowly stood up, filling her stomach with some hot food made her feel better, she slowly took the cup to the sink, washed the cup and put it away, this is the only one still Drinking cups are available.

Jenny walked to the bed and lay down slowly regardless of the terrible smell on the bed. She couldn't be in a hurry, there was still time, she could think slowly.

Jenny didn't sleep for a long time. In the middle of the night, Tom came back. He threw a large cloth bag wrapped in garbage on the ground drunkenly, and the contents of the cloth bag slammed all over the floor.Tom fumbled out an iron can from a bag of empty wine bottles in a torn paper bag.

"Man! Damn lady, why don't you turn on the lamp? Why is it so cold?" Tom yelled loudly, went to the kitchen cursing, turned on the faucet and poured some water.

Jenny closed her clothes and lay on the bed and opened her eyes, feeling nothing in her heart.light up?cold?

Jenny didn't speak, she knew her husband didn't need her to say anything.

After drinking a stomach full of water but not finding anything to eat, Tom turned sideways and rushed out of the kitchen. He stumbled and tried to get to the bed, but knocked over the stool.

"Damn it, do you want to fight me too?" Tom kicked the stool loudly.

Jenny sighed, got up, and after thinking about it, she pushed her hair forward again. "There is no electricity, no coal, no oil, and no bread." Jenny told the truth indifferently.

Drunken Tom didn't notice any difference in his wife, he proudly raised the tin can in his hand, thought it was very quiet, but actually said loudly: "No...it doesn't matter, honey, we, we Soon, there will be money." He threw the jar to Jenny, and said impatiently: "Tomorrow, tomorrow morning, before ten...before ten o'clock, send this thing to...Oxford Street, No. 52, Pound, just in front of Pound's clothing store." He mumbled the last few words and fell directly on the bed.

Jenny walked over carefully, and asked softly, "Tom, where did you get these things?" Tom's snoring answered her.Jenny was not discouraged, she approached Tom's ear carefully, and asked softly in a voice full of inducement and inspiration: "Tom, where did you get that jar back from?"

"In the dustbin by the kitchen at 51 Hound Lane," said Tom vaguely.

Jenny didn't ask any more questions, she walked gently to the table and sat down slowly in the dark.