[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 120

I don't know whether it was the fruit that played a role or the good mood, but Jenny's morning sickness stopped suddenly, just like it did when it suddenly appeared.

Jenny doesn't know when Sherlock will leave, but it's for sure that he won't stay here forever, so she can only hurry up and spend more time with Sherlock... Her husband is always not by my side. What a sad story.

Since she stopped having morning sickness, Jenny felt in great shape again. It was rare to come to the countryside by the sea. Wouldn't it be a waste to be bored in the house every day?Then the villagers of Hammig Village discovered that the Snape couple from London who rented the Riddle Manor began to come down the mountain to visit.

Jenny and Sherlock would rest for a while after breakfast, and then take a slow walk into the village, because it was not too cold at this time, but it was not too hot either.It was about ten o'clock when we arrived in the village. At this time, most of the men in the village were working in the fields, and almost all the people who came and went on the street occasionally were housewives or postmen.

Sherlock thinks the most amazing thing about Jenny is that they came together, but Jenny seems to know each of them. She greets every passing villager, and those housewives will stop and ask when they see Jenny Find out about her pregnancy.

Of course, Sherlock's ability to "walk with Jenny" is already his limit. At other times, he prefers to collect local information by himself, such as the distribution of animals and plants, soil characteristics, etc... it will be filled in a few days Several large notebooks.

When Sherlock is impatient and goes to the village with Jenny, it is John who acts as Jenny's companion.

The pseudonym Sherlock gave John was Albus Dumbledore, meant to mock John for flying around like a bee. John accepted this slightly old-fashioned name with a good temper, which made Sherlock quite unfulfilling. of.

Although Sherlock often chokes John, but John's slowness always makes Sherlock feel frustrated when he inadvertently, and Jenny, the wife of the only famous detective who sees the truth, thinks... so interesting~o(n_n) ohaha~

Sherlock: This is still my wife, isn't it?

Just like Jenny, John has a love of socializing, and he also quickly mixes with the villagers, knowing each family's situation-something Sherlock can't do anyway.And at this time, Jenny's task naturally becomes: remind John when he is about to leak... At least you have to give the correct response when someone calls your name, right?

Turning your brain during pregnancy can prevent the natural disaster of "one pregnancy is stupid and three years".

This day is so beautiful that it is about to fly.

Just when Jenny was immersed in the happy little days, Sherlock suddenly received a telegram from London.

Jenny: "..." No matter who sent it, I really want to kill him. (Mycroft sneezed: Who's talking about me? Emma hasn't eaten Jenny's dessert for a long time, so I want to eat it~)

"Are you leaving?" Jenny didn't know that she was still feeling uneasy.

"No, but I need Watson to pretend that we're not in England." Sherlock folded the telegram, lit the fireplace, and used it to light his pipe. "It seems that someone finally realized something was wrong. If the opponents are all such idiots, it will be over soon."

"I really hope so," Jenny said, sitting in the armchair, sewing Sherlock's shirt.The baby in Jenny's womb was born in summer, so she requisitioned Sherlock's shirt to make baby clothes for the baby, and now she made some shirts for Sherlock.

"I didn't expect you to be wearing an autumn shirt, isn't it cold?" Jenny lowered her head and chatted with Sherlock while sewing.

"What's the difference between autumn and winter for shirts? It's fine to wear thin ones in summer and thick ones in winter?" Sherlock bit his cigarette butt and looked at the fire.

"You didn't say that when I was at home... Oh, I see, you didn't find a winter shirt!" Jenny's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe her guess, "Obviously your shirt has been put away In the drawer of the wardrobe, and you didn't find it?"

Sherlock didn't deny Jenny's guess, he said unhappily: "You have too many wardrobe drawers... how can I remember everything, useless things don't exist in my memory, it takes up too much space gone."

Jenny was speechless, "Oh, Sherlock, that's the room you sleep in every day."

"Haven't slept there for a long time," Sherlock replied quickly.

That's because you are too disobedient... You remember this matter clearly.Jenny curled her lips speechlessly.

Three days after Sherlock came to Liverpool No.20, and five days after John left, Sherlock finally got the news that he needed to play... It was time for him to leave.

"I can only say, try to end all this before you give birth, but there is no guarantee." Sherlock said to Jenny.

"Then, do your best... Anyway, if you come back, my son will be named Mycroft Holmes, and my daughter will be named Charlotte Holmes." Jenny replied in a nonchalant tone, and she stepped forward to give her husband a final kiss.

Sherlock paused: "..." Why, why, why!

"Take this." Jenny handed two letters to Sherlock, "Post them for me wherever you pass by."

Sherlock took it and turned it over, one was for Tom and the other was for Madeleine, and he nodded and put the letters away.

When Sherlock left, Jenny didn't go downstairs to see him off. She just stood by the window of the bedroom on the second floor and watched Sherlock walk into the carriage in his woolen traveling suit and deerstalker hat.Before getting into the carriage, Sherlock took one last look at Jenny, but he still left without looking back.

Jenny watched the carriage go down the road until it turned a corner and could no longer be seen.Maybe it's because pregnant women always become sentimental. Jenny's heart felt sour at this time, tears poured into her eyes uncontrollably, blurring her vision.At this time, she heard someone walking towards the room from outside the door, so she quickly took out her handkerchief and wiped her eyes.

"Mrs. Snape." It was Fantine who came, "Mr. has gone." She pretended not to see Jenny's movements, "Are you going to go for a walk? Or take a rest?"

"Is it okay to leave me alone?"

"……OK."

Jenny was not so sluggish as Fantine had feared, and when it was time to eat, Jenny's appetite was still good.

The news of Mr. Snape's departure had been known to the villagers of Hammig the next day, and this stirred up a fresh wave of speculation among the villagers.Some people think that Mr. Snape can't even accompany his pregnant wife... Then he must be a very ambitious and successful person; while some villagers think that Mr. Snape can't even accompany his pregnant wife all the time... What a scumbag with only money in his heart!

No matter which one everyone guessed in their hearts, the sympathy for Jenny was the same anyway, and everyone couldn't help but feel sorry for Jenny when they saw her.

Jenny:? ?

As Jenny's belly gradually grew, she did not have more energy to come to the village often, so the servants of Riddle Hill found that their mistress suddenly had an additional hobby: practicing marksmanship.

At the beginning, Jenny asked someone to set up three fixed targets in front of a steep hill. Because the slope behind was too steep, almost no one came up from there. Jenny practiced with the small pistol that Sherlock gave her. Target shooting, since the last vacation, Jenny has always carried this little gun with her, and this time is no exception.

Hearing the sound of "pong pong pong pong pong pang pong" at the fixed point of Riddle Manor, the villagers of Hammig Village were surprised at first, but they soon got used to it.

Villagers: Hehe, the city can play!

But after shooting fixed targets for a while, Jenny felt that it was quite boring. She decided to get some living things to try. As for the unlucky living things as targets... well, it mainly depends on what to eat the next day.

The first time Jenny took a goose as a target, she shot only a few feathers off it with three shots, but this irritated the goose, which rushed at Jenny screaming and frightened Fantine. It was half dead, but in the end Jenny shot continuously and calmly, and killed the goose when it was about to fly in front of her... But this is of no use, as you can see from the twitching corners of Mrs. Evan's mouth when she received the dead goose, listen Said she ended up picking four bullets from the carcass of the goose, which was finally served in a crumbling state.

Although the first time ended so disastrously, Jenny never tires of it, and her hand feeling is getting better and better, and her marksmanship is getting more and more accurate, so that several servants of Riddle Heights can't help guessing that Jenny will not Give birth to a little violent huh?

Just when the servants of Riddle Heights were getting used to their mistress' peculiar hobbies in a poised posture, Jenny ushered in a guest who shouldn't have appeared.

When she heard Fantine's report, Jenny thought she had an auditory hallucination, "Who did you say is here?"

"Here comes Mycroft/Mr. Holmes," repeated Fantine.

Jenny didn't want to say she had a really bad feeling right now, but she did.That lazy terminal cancer patient of Mycroft once said that he didn't want to leave London again if there was nothing to do with the survival of Britain.So... what is it that makes such a person come here without first saying hello?Did something really happen that Britain was going to perish?Hehe... so funny.

Jenny wanted to express a "funny" expression, but found that her face was already stiff.

"Tell him I'll be right down," Jenny heard herself saying to Fantine.Fantine bowed silently, and went downstairs.

Jenny tidied herself up, but felt at a loss in her heart.Standing in front of the mirror, she saw that her face was terribly pale in the mirror, so she reached out and patted her face to make herself look more energetic.

Jenny stood at the top of the stairs, took a deep breath, and tried to look happy and walked down the stairs, "Michael? I'm so glad to see you here. It's a surprise. I thought you would never leave London in your life."

"I think the same as you," Mycroft interjected.

Mycroft stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching Jenny walking down in a posture he had never seen before, her belly was raised high, and a new Holmes was conceived there, Mycroft's expression softened , he looked at Jenny, his heart was filled with generosity, love, pity and worry.

Jenny stopped and stood on the last two steps. Her face no longer had that feigned happiness. She had already seen the result she didn't want to know in his eyes, and her face turned pale again.

"Why don't we sit down?" Mycroft said softly, as if he didn't see the change in Jenny. Best."

"Of course, Michael, of course."

Jenny didn't know how she got into the armchair, and when she recovered, it was just her and Mycroft in the living room, and Mycroft had eaten two slices of cake and drank a glass of milk, and now He was pouring a glass of wine and drinking it slowly.Jenny waited patiently for him to finish his drink.

After Mycroft finished his drink, he found that Jenny had regained consciousness, and was sitting there waiting upright.

"I didn't think I needed to say the cruel thing, my dear, I see you've guessed it." Mycroft put down his glass.

"No, I don't know." Jenny said decisively, "I don't know anything until you tell me."

"Sherlock...he and Moriarty died together in the Reichenbach Falls in Switzerland, I'm sorry." Mycroft hesitated for a few seconds, and said the result directly.