[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 15

On the first floor, after little Coside took a hot bath for the first time, she became acquainted with her mother whom she hadn't seen several times. She hugged Fantine and ate in her mother's arms for the first time. Best dinner ever.A few hours of travel is still a bit overloaded for a child who is only over five years old. During dinner, Cosette almost smashed her head into the plate several times. Fortunately, Fantine helped her in time, so in the After eating something hastily, Cosette was tucked into the bed.

John came back an hour later, soaked from the rain.

"Damn the weather, it's too abnormal. It's still warm in the morning." With Fantine's help, John said to Jenny while taking off his coat.

"This is London, Dr. Watson, first have a cup of ginger soup, and then go to warm up, don't catch a cold. Mr. Holmes has come back, and I'm waiting for you to have dinner." Jenny recommended her own anti-cold drink again, this time John Very face-saving gulp.

"Thanks, Mrs. Hudson, oh, now I feel like I'm going to catch fire." John was so hot that he was in tears, but the effect was very good. He felt a heat rush from his stomach to his whole body, and now he didn't feel any pain at all. Feeling cold.

During dinner, John strongly asked Sherlock to tell everyone about the case, including the arrest of the prisoner. In the end, John helped to bandage the wound on Sherlock's arm. After recording it, John has been faithfully recording every case of Sherlock that he knows.

How could Sherlock, who had revisited the case in detail and put it in his memory attic, be willing to repeat it again, but since it was John's request, Sherlock only briefly described what happened.Such a statement did not satisfy John at all, but he couldn't help it. Sherlock looked like "you are so boring", so John had to make up his own brain based on Sherlock's description in order to organize the whole incident into a story.Then he casually told what happened when he went to fetch Cosette.

It turned out that the greedy couple in the inn were really surprised to see that someone came to pick up Cosette, and they naturally wanted to blackmail him.But who is Sherlock? He defeated both of them in minutes. Not only that, Sherlock also ordered the couple to give Cosette a clean bath and change clothes before taking Cosette on the train.

Sherlock: Otherwise?Will everyone on the train think I'm a pervert who abducts or abuses girls?

Perhaps it was due to over-compensation, John had a dream about this incident when he was sleeping at night.He dreamed that he was chasing down the wanted man with Sherlock, they chased into the woods, the wanted man turned and shot at them, John quickly hid behind a cupboard(?), he could even smell the cakes in the cupboard scent(?).

"The revolver can only fire up to eight shots at a time, and I will rush out when he changes the bullet." John said to himself in his heart.

"Hey!"... one.

"Hey!"... Two.

"Hey!"...Three.

"Hey!"... Four.

"Hey!"... Five.

"Hey!"... Six.

"Hey!"... Seven.

"Hey!"... Eight.

"Hey!"...Nine...Wait!

"Hey!"... Ten... What's going on?

"Hey!"...Eleventh... Where's the agreed eight guns?

#On the Evolution of the Revolver#

#Speaking is not a word(?)#

#人员事? #

#Can we still have fun together? #

John opened his eyes angrily, and found that the voice of "嗙嗙嗙" came out of his dream. He shook his head, tried to wake up, and found that someone was knocking on his door, and someone was calling him name. "Watson, Watson. Open the door."

"Oh my God." John recognized his roommate's voice.John looked at his watch in the dim light, it was three o'clock in the middle of the night.He crawled out of the warm bed, shivered, put on his pajamas, and went to open the door.

"What's the matter?" John opened the door, and Sherlock stood in the doorway wrapped in his old bathrobe, "Watson, I think I may have a fever, and I need your help." He would never admit that he was in the bathroom The fever caused by being naked for too long can absolutely not be due to his poor health, it must be due to being exposed to the rain for too long, and he was injured, yes, definitely.

"Oh, my God." Before John noticed just now, Sherlock was shaking non-stop.John asked Sherlock to go back to the bedroom and lie down, and he quickly lit the lamp to find his stethoscope and thermometer and took it.

Even though Sherlock was lying on the bed under the quilt, he kept shivering, but his face was very flushed, and John touched his head and hands, which were very hot.John measured Sherlock's body temperature, and it was 102.2 degrees, which was already a fever.

John didn't dare to neglect, in case it turned into pneumonia, it was no joke.He went to the third floor to wake up Jenny, and asked her to help boil some hot water, while he went to get some antipyretics.

Damn, capricious, troublesome guy!

Jenny cursed Sherlock in her heart. After all, no one would be in a good mood when they were forced to boil water when only being in a warm bed was the only way to be happy (a long breath).

It was all Holmes' fault!Who told you not to drink ginger soup!

Without calling Fantine, Jenny lit the stove with the ashes, boiled a large pot of hot water, and heated the remaining ginger soup...by the way, some garlic and onions were added.

After John wiped Sherlock's body, Jenny stepped forward and pinched Sherlock's nose while John was stunned, and poured him the hot ginger soup.

"Evil, witches, demons, inhuman..." Sherlock, who was a little dazed from burning, was so hot that his eyes were blurred and his face was flushed, he yelled without holding back.

The mighty and domineering landlady and the capricious childishness of his good friend really made John stand up - he always felt as if he knew something he shouldn't know...

"Doctor Watson, Mr. Holmes will leave it to you. I think ginger soup will be useful, but to be on the safe side, I'd better fill some hot water bottles. If Mr. Holmes... I can also lend you some rope. "Jenni "Chen Ken" suggested.

"Uh, no need, I'll just watch it, you go to bed first." John twitched the corners of his mouth and rejected Jenny's suggestion, "Please make me a pot of strong coffee tomorrow morning, please?"

"Of course." Jenny couldn't help but wanted to yawn. She went to the kitchen and lit a brazier and took it up to the second floor to prevent John from catching a cold. Then she filled the hot water bottle and let John sleep under Sherlock's quilt. Locke's resistance...was suppressed, and finally he lifted a pot of hot water and put it on the shelf not far from John.

Jenny can finally go back to her room and sleep.

Jenny had to get up the next day half awake.She prepared breakfast and took it to the second floor. Both John and Sherlock woke up, but their spirits were equally sluggish. It looked as if they had fought for three hundred rounds... Please forgive the possible hallucinations of a woman who has not woken up.

"Doctor Watson, your coffee and breakfast, Mr. Holmes, this is yours." Jenny handed the plate to the two of them.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson, I just need a cup of coffee." John took the coffee and downed it in one gulp.

"What is this, I don't eat this disgusting slimy thing. I want the same breakfast as Watson." Sherlock sat up with John's help, he took the bowl, and looked at the food inside with disgust. Oatmeal, and some unrecognizable vegetable leaves.

"Patients should take this. You have to eat something before taking medicine, right, Dr. Watson." Jenny put the tray aside and tidied up the basin, kettle and towels beside the bed.

"Yes, Holmes, porridge is the best thing for you now." John picked up the toast on his plate and took a bite... Well, it smells so good, and there is a fried egg in the middle of the bread, which is great.

You want me to eat this while you eat delicious bread and fried eggs?Sherlock rolled his eyes, but managed to pick up the spoon anyway.kindness?Taste is better than presentation.

"It's sunny, the weather is good today." Jenny opened the curtains, and the morning sun shone in from the window, it was a good weather.

Calling Fantine to take out the basin towel in the room, Jenny picked up the brazier with only ashes left, and when she left the room, Jenny said to John: "Doctor Watson, can you help Cosette before you go to work?" Look at the hands? She has severe chilblains."

"Of course, Mrs. Hudson," said John good-naturedly.

Not only her hands, but Cosette's feet were also suffering from severe frostbite. John promised to bring some medicine for the little girl when she came back from the hospital, and he also told Fantine that Cosette's health was not optimistic, so she had to take care of it carefully.John then told Jenny about when Sherlock took his medicine, and went to work with a thick sandwich.

Because of Cosette's condition, Fantine remained with her in the kitchen where the stove was burning.Jenny continues to put the finishing touches on her work, and she hopes to have the dress embroidered today.

Originally, Sherlock should stay on the bed, but he felt that it was completely unnecessary, so he asked to light the fireplace in the living room, and then wrapped himself in a blanket and sat in the chair in front of the fireplace in the living room.

Although Sherlock was slightly ill, his guests were completely unaware of the incident.Jenny heard someone ringing the doorbell, but Fantine did not come to the third floor. Obviously, it was Sherlock's guest.

Half an hour later, the guest left.But not long after, the doorbell rang again, this time it was a rude guest, who came upstairs with a "dong dong dong", and soon went downstairs with a "dong dong dong".The guest walked for a few minutes, and suddenly there was a "squeaky" violin sound on the second floor, with a strange tone and incomplete tone. Jenny was startled, and a needle was poked on her finger, and she quickly moved it away , so as not to drip blood on the skirt.

It seemed that Mr. Sherlock Holmes was suffocated enough, and he was determined to make everyone in the house uncomfortable with him.It's a pity that the other three women in the house didn't intend to give him any reaction, and Sherlock put the piano away after venting for a while.

boring boring boring!

Jenny carefully put the skirt back into the box, tied a knot on the outside of the box, and took another bag to put it in.After changing into the clothes she went to the store, Jenny struggled downstairs with the big box in her arms.

When passing by the second floor, Sherlock suddenly stuck out his head and said, "Mrs. Hudson, are you going out?"

"Yes." Jenny poked her head out from behind the box and looked at Sherlock, "What? Do you have anything for me to buy?"

"No, no, on the contrary, I was planning to go out alone, since you are going out too, I can go with you...if you don't mind." Sherlock seemed to have prepared it, he had already put on thick clothes , tied up the thick scarf, and put on the gloves for going out.He took the box in Jenny's hand to his own.

"But... Dr. Watson said you have to rest at home?" Jenny didn't think it was a good idea.

"No, he didn't say it." Sherlock picked a word, "Even if he did, I don't have to obey his orders at all, right?"

"Mr. Holmes." Jenny said helplessly, "You still had a high fever last night, you should take a good rest, and you have been busy all morning."

"Did you hear that?" Sherlock went downstairs first, and Jenny had to follow behind him, "boring, there are always some boring cases, whether it's the one in Oxford, or the ones this morning. What I need is fresh air ..." He took a deep breath, "Or an interesting case to fill my time." He opened the door, ladies first.

Jenny: Don't you see what I mean it's inappropriate to walk with me?