[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 14

The next day, Jenny got up early, because Sherlock was going to take the train at noon, so she made him a sandwich with ham and sausage and two small croissants for lunch.After thinking about it, Jenny took out a glass from the cabinet, which was specially made by Jenny.The glass is not big, and the thick glass wall has two layers. There is also a layer of air in the two layers of glass walls, and there is a sealing cover on it.

In this way, the capacity of the cup can only hold a cup and a half of the liquid in an ordinary coffee cup, but the advantage is that it can keep warm, but it is a bit heavy.

These cups are difficult to make, and they were custom-made by Jennette for her winter outings. She made ten of them at a time, and she has never used them herself.Because she was asking Sherlock for help this time, she generously spared one to fill him with coffee.

It took Jenny half an hour to quickly hook a cup sleeve with woolen thread, so as to ensure that the coffee would not be completely cold when eating at noon, and it would not be hot when the coffee was just poured in.

According to Sherlock's habit, mellow black coffee, two sugars.

Sherlock stared at the paper bag and a heavy cup handed in front of him, trying to make Jenny understand: "Oxford is not far away, and I'm not used to eating too much food when I'm working on a case. Can't think. And I need to spend the night there..." What about the cup?The point is that it's embarrassing to hold so much stuff, okay?

"But it doesn't mean you don't have to eat. It's just a sandwich and two breads. Here, coffee will help you think. If you don't want to eat, you can give it to Inspector Lestrade. I think he will be happy to help." You finish the Chinese food. Oh, yes, this cup is given to you, but you have to remember to bring the cups back, I only ordered ten." Jenny forced the paper bag into Sherlock's hand.In Jenny's heart, the world is not as important as eating. Whether it is Shangguan Pearl, Jiuxia Naoko or Jenny Hudson's experience, they all told her so, so this must be the truth.

Sherlock wrinkled his nose and seemed to want to make a helpless and unbearable expression, but he finally stuffed the cup into his pocket, then went out with a paper bag and an umbrella.

Compared with the hypocritical Sherlock, John was much more generous. He was very happy that Jenny made him a sandwich for lunch, and he was not shy about praising the landlady for this virtue.

Jenny was overjoyed at being praised, and thought, if Holmes had such a sweet mouth as Watson, and Watson had such a powerful mind as Holmes, it would be perfect, uh... even if she doesn't have such a strong mind, it would be nice, huh?No matter how you calculate it, Watson seems to be a better man than Holmes.

After Dr. Watson went to work, the room became much quieter.Fantine sat in the kitchen sewing herself, the noisiest guy (Sherlock) was on a business trip, and Jenny shook her head and went upstairs to embroider.The days in London in November are getting shorter and shorter. Jenny needs to hurry up and work, otherwise embroidery after dark is not good for the eyes and wastes kerosene.

When Sherlock was coming back the next day, it was raining heavily, the temperature dropped several degrees, and the sky was very dark.Jenny lit up the fireplaces on the first and second floors, and heated a lot of hot water with Fantine.Fantine was restless, looking now at the stove, now out of the window.

The doorbell finally rang, and Fantine ran to open the door impatiently. Sherlock stood at the door with an umbrella in one hand and a thin girl in the other.

"Cosette." Fantine stretched out her hand, choked with sobs.

"...Mom?" The little girl hesitated a little.Shylock silently handed Cosette to Fantine.

"Thank you, Mr. Holmes." Fantine did not forget to thank Sherlock. Sherlock didn't answer, just nodded, put away the umbrella and walked into the room.

"Fantine, take Cosette to take a hot bath, don't catch a cold." Jenny said standing in the corridor.

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson, thank you." Fantine hugged her daughter tightly.

"Mr. Holmes," Jenny said to Sherlock.

"Mrs. Hudson, you have fulfilled your mission." Sherlock said as he took off his wet coat and hat.

"Um, did the case go well? Give it to me, and I'll bake it for you." Jenny asked casually, and then took Sherlock's coat and hat, which were all soaked, and there were many mud spots on the coat. "My God, I think you need to take a good bath too, Mr. Holmes, there is still plenty of hot water. I have already fired up the fireplace on the second floor, and I will cook some hot soup right away. You should go and warm up... …Are you not hurt?" Jenny touched Sherlock's hand, which was very cold, and she noticed that his face was also pale, and his lips were purple, which seemed to be frozen.

"Do you take me for that little girl? I'm fine." Sherlock rubbed his hands, but did not refuse Jenny's kindness.

"Oh yes, you are an adult, but it has nothing to do with whether you have a cold or not. Come down after washing." Jenny said reproachfully, urging Sherlock to go upstairs quickly, while she went to cook ginger soup herself.

Sherlock walked up to the second floor. The room was dark, but warm, and the fireplace was burning brightly.Sherlock took off all the wet clothes that made him uncomfortable and threw them into the laundry basket, put on the hot water only in the bathrobe, put the clothes he would wear later on the chair in front of the fireplace, and stood in front of the fireplace for activities Take a rest and wait for the hot water to be put away by the way.

Sherlock sat in the bathtub, the scalding hot water caused a shudder, straight from the tailbone to his forehead, he let out a comfortable groan, feeling as if all the pores in his body were opened.He slowly stretched out his long legs, soaking his whole body in hot water as much as possible, except for his right arm.

Sherlock unwrapped the bandage on his right arm and threw it to the ground, carefully placing his arm on the edge of the bathtub so that the wound would not touch the water.

The case this time was originally not complicated.

Bizarre jewelry disappearances occurred in the country manors of several wealthy factory owners. The missing jewelry was all small but precious gemstones.It just so happened that one of them knew Lestrade, and the other had been a client of Sherlock's, and that's why they both did things together.

It took only half an hour for Sherlock to find the "thief" - a crow that had nested in a nearby tree - and noticed the jewel gleaming in the sun and snatched it from the window. they.

But after the servants took everything out of the nest, Sherlock found a revolver bullet inside.Revolvers are not surprising, and many wealthy people keep one just in case.The problem is that Sherlock discovered that the origin of the bullet was Germany, which means that the pistol is a German gun, which is not common here.

After some reasoning, Sherlock discovered that a man who worked as a cattleman on a certain farm after wandering here two years ago turned out to be an internationally wanted criminal.Of course there was an arrest after that, but during the arrest, the man also resisted, and one of the bullets passed Sherlock, missed him, and only grazed his right arm.

Sherlock slowly sorted out the whole case, and found that there were still some interesting points. He lay in the bathtub and memorized the case in his mind. He soaked until the skin all over his body was red and wrinkled, and then he climbed out of the bathtub.

Standing in the bathroom, naked, Sherlock wiped the mirror, which quickly fogged up again, but enough for him to see clearly.In addition to the arm, he also hit the lower back.

Sherlock looked at himself in the mirror. Although still very thin, his muscles were much stronger than before, and his back was much wider. This made him have to increase the number of occasional sports clubs. There are obvious muscle lines on the body.Even though it was short before, the hair that was still a little tangled when combed was now black and shiny. Sherlock knew that this was the reason why his body had received enough nutrition.

Sherlock raised his arm and felt that the wound was much better.He half turned around, and saw that there was a big bruise on his lower back. His movement of turning around touched the bruise on his waist, which caused some pain. It seemed that he wanted to ask Watson for some medicated oil.

Since moving into the apartment, he is much stronger than before.Mrs. Hudson's cooking skills are indeed very good. Although he doesn't like to eat too much when there are cases, he doesn't want to miss delicious food.

Sherlock suddenly frowned in confusion.Jenny Hudson, there are many mysteries about this woman.From the first time he saw her a few years ago, Sherlock discovered that this woman was different from other women. She was very smart, even smarter than many men, and she was also very resourceful.

Even a bright mind like Sherlock couldn't figure out how such a smart woman could marry such a bastard.Even for some special reasons, Sherlock believes that Mrs. Hudson can solve it before marriage, but she not only married, but also lived a miserable life for at least five years.

Is it because of love?

Thinking of this, Sherlock felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.

Forget it.

Sherlock let go of the doubts in his heart, but they were just some doubts. What kind of person Mrs. Hudson used to be has nothing to do with him. He only needs to know what kind of person Mrs. Hudson he knows now. There is no need to do this. What a waste of brains.

When she was about to get dressed, Sherlock realized that he had forgotten his clothes in front of the fireplace, and wrapped a bath towel around his lower body casually. Sherlock didn't even put on a bathrobe, so he pushed the door and went out.

"Oh my god!"

"Mrs. Hudson!!"

"Sorry, I knocked on the door, but you didn't answer, and I just..."

"Please turn around and go!"

"Oh yes, yes."

He never expected that he would encounter such a thing just by giving him ginger soup... Well, he has a good figure, and he never expected Holmes to be so unrestrained when he was alone in the room.

Jenny gave Sherlock a smirk.

Wait...if I'm not mistaken...

Sherlock hurriedly put on his trousers, and said rather angrily, "Mrs. Hudson, I thought that as a basic etiquette, you should at least knock on the door when you come in."

"I knocked." Jenny explained again. It seemed that Mr. Holmes was so shocked that he didn't even pay attention to what she said.

"But I didn't say please come in." Sherlock said through gritted teeth.

"But you haven't come down for more than an hour... Okay?"

"……All right."

Jenny turned around, put the tray she had been holding on the table, and then handed the cup on the tray to Sherlock: "Ginger soup, it's for colds."

"I hate ginger soup." Sherlock had to take two deep breaths before calming down.His usually slightly pale face was flushed now, and his eyes were bright with anger.

Seeing Sherlock's angry look, Jenny suddenly felt a little funny.She raised her eyebrows and said, "Could it be that the only consulting detective in the world is afraid of the taste of ginger soup like little Cosette?"

Sherlock was not fooled at all, he glanced at the steaming liquid in disgust, and leaned back, as if trying to stay away from the cup as much as possible.

"Keep your potion away from me, Mrs. Witch, I don't need it."

"Oh, okay." Having said that, Jenny felt that she didn't need to make fun of herself at all. She withdrew her hand and pretended to ask casually: "Then what about the injury on your arm? Do you need my help? Or Are you going to come yourself? Or wait for Dr. Watson to return?"

"How do you... oh my god, well, coat." Sherlock was a little annoyed at his mistake, he didn't want others to know about his injury. "I can do it myself, thank you for your concern, Mrs. Hudson," he said.

"Okay... we can have dinner when Dr. Watson comes back." Jenny said casually, and went downstairs.