[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 10

Looking at the clean kitchen, Jenny sat on a chair to rest.Although I gave some food to the boys who came to work every time, it didn't cost much. On the contrary, the boys worked very hard and offered to help her clean the kitchen every time they left, which saved her a lot of trouble.

While drinking tea, Jenny thought about buying two old pumpkins tomorrow. Pumpkins are a good thing, they are durable and can be made into many kinds of food.And rice, today Jenny saw a few Chinese people selling rice in the market, she decided to buy some tomorrow, maybe there are still rice points.

Thinking of this, Jenny couldn't help but think of those Chinese people.They were all wearing short shirts and braids. They were completely different from the Chinese people she saw when Shangguan Pearl saw them, and their accents were also different, so she didn't recognize them as Chinese at first, but later she saw them selling them. Things, she knew they were Chinese.

"It smells so good. I can smell it from afar." John came back.In order to diffuse the smell, Jenny opened the windows and the back door, so the smell drifted far away.

"Didn't you go to buy a laptop? It's been a long time, and it's getting dark." Jenny got up and closed the windows and doors. It was quite cold after the sun went down.

"I met a friend, so I went for a drink." John rubbed his hands and sat down. "Is it time for dinner? It makes my stomach growl when it smells so good, Mrs. Hudson, Please be sure to fulfill my request, since the last time I ate your big meal, I have been thinking about it."

John's compliment made Jenny a little happy, but she deliberately said: "Then I'm really sorry, since you haven't cooked properly since you moved in, you have paid a few pounds for food for nothing."

"Oh, no, of course I didn't mean that." John quickly explained, "I just wanted to say...uh...uh..."

"Okay, no need to explain, I'm really wrong, I shouldn't ignore everyone's three meals too much. I will pay attention to this in the future."

"That would be great, uh...what's for dinner tonight? I'm so hungry."

Sherlock came back very late today, and when he opened the door, his originally excited mood immediately turned from sunny to cloudy.

Why do you have a big meal when I come back late once in a while, and you didn't wait for me?Not happy!

"Mr. Holmes, you are back, please sit down. Mrs. Hudson made a very rich dinner today." John wiped his mouth and beckoned Sherlock to sit next to him.

Jenny got up and took a set of cutlery for Sherlock, and put a bowl of soup in a bowl by his hand. "Corn rib soup, I hope you can get used to it."

"I think it's very delicious." John expressed his praise in a timely manner.

"Thank you." Jenny smiled at John, and then asked Sherlock: "Mr. Holmes, would you like a chicken pie first, or mashed potatoes? There are also meatballs and fried food, which one do you want to eat first?"

"Is it compensation for the dry bread of the previous seven days?" Sherlock asked, spreading the napkin on his lap, "A pie, please."

"Holmes . . . " cried John in a low voice, and it was quite rude to speak like that.

"Am I wrong?" Sherlock said willfully.Then...Jenny scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and threw it onto his plate. Sherlock froze for a second, then silently replaced the knife and fork in his hand with a spoon.

"It's not just dry bread, actually, but all the jams and pate, buttered ham and sausages." Jenny said as she put a pie on a small plate and put it in Sherlock's hand. "I promise, even if I retreat again, I will prepare enough food. Ah, Dr. Watson, try the meatballs, fried with chili, it may be a little spicy."

"Okay, please give me some." Watson felt that he could still accept it. Compared with the sour and sweet curry eaten by his Indian colleagues in the army, Watson preferred chili.

Sherlock pursed his lips.

"Mr. Holmes, would you like some more short ribs?" Jenny asked Sherlock.

Sherlock cleared his throat, "Okay, thank you." His complexion improved a lot, and after a second thought, he said, "Please bring me some more mashed potatoes."

Jenny twitched the corner of her mouth secretly, "Okay."

After being around the troublesome Sherlock for a long time, Jenny finally sat down to resume her dinner.

Sitting and eating with the tenants is actually not in line with the mainstream concept in London, but Jenny and Sherlock are people who don't pay much attention to this aspect, and Watson also thinks that it feels good to sit and eat together, so this " Tradition" has been preserved.

"Today's concert is very good, Watson, you really shouldn't miss it." Sherlock started a topic, "Do you remember Darwin's views on music? He believed that human beings were born long before they had the ability to speak." With the ability to make music and enjoy music. Perhaps this is why we are so strangely susceptible to music. In the depths of our hearts, there are still some vague memories of those hazy days when the world was first chaotic. .”

"That makes sense, but I don't remember Darwin writing this in any article, "The Theory of Evolution"?" Jenny asked strangely, she didn't seem to remember this in the Theory of Evolution.

"No, it was his previous article... Watson, what's the matter? You are not the same as usual today. Is it the Brixton Road case that made you uneasy?" Sherlock Turn the topic to today's case.

"Honestly, a little... but you know, I'm not scared. I'm used to blood and blood at Maiwand... Oh, sorry, Mrs. Hudson, I didn't mean to say that Yes." Watson turned to Jenny to apologize.

Jenny: "It's all right, Dr. Watson."

"Mystery and darkness always scare people, have you read the evening paper?" Sherlock forked a piece of pie into his mouth.

Watson: "No, what's the matter?"

Sherlock: "The evening papers have described the case in great detail. But there was no mention of a woman's wedding ring falling on the floor when the body was brought up. It would have been better if it hadn't been mentioned." Jenny: "Why?"

Sherlock looked at Jenny strangely.John quickly explained: "I told Mrs. Hudson about today's case, and she is very interested."

Jenny agreed: "Yes, Dr. Watson mentioned some of your reasoning. I think you guessed the prisoner's physical characteristics from his footprints?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Generally speaking...it is true."

John asked Jenny in surprise: "Mrs. Hudson, do you think, uh, do you think this theory is feasible?"

"I didn't expect you to distrust me so much, Watson." Sherlock said pretending to be sad.

"No, I just... it's really amazing, isn't it?" Watson was honest and serious.

"It is still possible to judge a person's height and shape from the size and depth of footprints." This kind of technology will already be common sense in the future, so Jenny doesn't think there is anything strange, but she didn't expect that the person who first proposed this idea would actually It's Sherlock...he's truly a genius.

Now it was Sherlock and John's turn to be surprised.Sherlock motioned for Jenny to continue.

"As a, uh, tailor, from the people I've measured, the size of a person's bones determines her, or his, size, unless the person is extraordinarily fat, and I think the same goes for feet. Among them There must be some pattern." Jenny's example was very specific.

"So that's it." Watson is a doctor, and he has seen many more people or dead bodies than Jenny. After Jenny said this, he suddenly realized, "It seems to be like this. People with similar body sizes generally have similar hands. .”

"That's it." Sherlock concluded.

"Mr. Holmes, I think you should write down your theory. What do you think?" Maybe it will be a textbook, Jenny thought.

Sherlock took a deep look at Jenny: "I also have this plan, but it will take a lot of time, and now I lack examples to prove my theory."

"Ah, that's right." Sherlock picked up the newspaper he brought back and said, "Let's go back to the topic just now. After we parted in the morning, I went to the newspaper office to place an advertisement. Please forgive Watson, I used you I'm worried about what people will think of me when they see my name." He handed the newspaper to John.

"Never mind," John read the ad, "a gold wedding ring was found this morning between Brixton Road, White Hart Tavern and Holland Grove. Lost ones are requested to report to Baker Street tonight between eight and nine. 221b Dr. Watson will contact you." He raised his head, "But if someone really comes to pick up the ring, I don't have it."

"I happen to have one." Sherlock pulled a gold ring out of his pocket and showed it to John. "Almost exactly like the original." He winked.

John twirled the ring and asked Sherlock, "Who do you think will receive this ring?"

"Of course it's the man in the brown coat, our red-faced friend in the square boots. If he doesn't come himself, he'll send one of his followers." Sherlock happily forked a fried green pepper, and found It was green pepper and wanted to throw it back.

"Mr. Holmes." Jenny called out warningly.Sherlock curled his lips, put the green pepper in his mouth, and made a pained expression.John couldn't help laughing, but for the sake of Sherlock's face, he still pretended not to see it.

"What if that guy finds out?" John continued the question just now.

Taking a sip of water to wash away the terrible taste of green peppers in his mouth, Sherlock wiped his mouth and said indifferently: "Of course not. If my view of this case is right - I have every reason to be confident that I am not wrong. This man would rather take any risk than lose this ring." He eloquently analyzed the previous cases to prove his reasoning.

After Sherlock finished speaking, Jenny thought of a question: "So, what should I do after he comes?"

Sherlock glanced at Jenny, then turned to John: "Do you have any weapons?"

"I have an old army revolver, and some bullets," said John proudly, keeping up his military habits.

"You'd better wipe it clean and load it. This guy must be a desperado. Although I can catch him by surprise, it's better to be prepared just in case." Sherlock said confidently.

Jenny couldn't help interjecting: "Gentlemen, whether you are going to fight or shoot, as a landlord, I want to remind you, please pay attention to protecting your living environment, okay?"