[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 22

Everyone went to bed late the next day as a matter of course, and John didn't wake up until lunch time. When he came out, Sherlock was occupying the bathroom and cleaning himself. John had to sit on the chair first, picked up the newspaper on the table and flipped through it. look.

What John never expected was that he saw the dress that Tom described yesterday in the newspaper.

"Holmes, Holmes." John screamed and stood up waving a newspaper. There was a photo on it, a man lying on the ground, and beside him, a woman in a gorgeous dress was crying.

"Come and see this." Before Sherlock could react, John had already read out loud: "Mr. Leoli died of a heart attack at the ball last night. Before he died, he was discussing with Lord Carroll about ..." Before John finished reading, the newspaper was snatched by Sherlock.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid." Shylock chanted while quickly browsing through the text and photos. After reading, he threw the newspaper on the table casually, then walked quickly to the door and shouted: "Mrs. Hudson, please send Come for breakfast...and hot water."

John reluctantly picked up the newspaper that was snatched by Sherlock after he read halfway through it, and continued to read the report, but he didn't find anything strange.

"Holmes, I don't see anything 'stupid', maybe..." He suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Could it be that Congressman Leoli didn't die of a heart attack? He was murdered? "

Sherlock smiled at John and snapped his fingers, and John felt he must be right.

"Clever, but not right," said Sherlock.

Oh, the wicked fellow.John lost his face, picked up the newspaper again and carefully looked at the photos on it.

Sherlock walked to the fireplace, picked up a pipe, filled it with the tobacco that John sent yesterday, and started smoking.Although he had no expression on his face, John just felt that he must be proud of himself for being wrong... so embarrassing.

Then Jenny came up with Sherlock and John's breakfast (lunch), followed by Fantine with the hot water.

"It's not breakfast anymore, Mr. Holmes." Jenny walked to the table, John immediately cleared the table, and took the plate in a gentlemanly manner.

Jenny opened the lid and took out the plate inside.Two stacks of flatbread, sliced ​​meat, shredded carrots, green peppers and cabbage, tomato sauce, leftover mushrooms and chicken nuggets from yesterday, fried fish, and two boiled eggs.

"Fantine, bring me tea and cake," said Jenny to Fantine.

"Yes, madam." Fantine crouched slightly, and went downstairs.

"Great..." John put the report behind him at once, rubbing his hands, feeling liquid secreting from his mouth. "I've gained two pounds since I moved here." John decided to finish his meal before going to the bathroom.

Jenny smiled a little, all she had to do now was smile.

But Sherlock was not satisfied.

Cases are being discussed here, Watson, death, heart attack, murder... just one meal will make you forget what happened just now, I eat the British Empire.

Sherlock secretly rolled his eyes.

Apparently Dr. Watson hadn't forgotten. While wrapping the meat and vegetables in the bread, he said to Jenny, "Did you read today's newspaper? Mr. Leoli died."

Sherlock coughed twice. He didn't think it was appropriate for a woman to participate in this kind of thing.But neither of the two he was trying to imply seemed to realize this.

"Yes, poor Mrs. Leoli, I hope Scotland Yard can settle the case as soon as possible, otherwise she will have a hard time. Oh, Fantine, bring it here." Jenny put the cup on the table in Fantine's hand , Picked up the already brewed milk tea and prepared to pour two cups out.

"That's great, Mrs. Hudson, that's great." Sherlock suddenly yelled, causing Jenny's hands to tremble, and the milk tea almost fell over John's head.

John: "? What?"

Jenny: "What?"

Sherlock: "Tell me, Mrs. Hudson, what you think of this report."

He now looks like a dog who sees a meaty bone.

Jenny felt that this metaphor of hers was a bit inappropriate, although Sherlock looked at her with shining eyes now... Wait, it seems that he has mentioned himself... ==

"What?" Jenny asked again, feeling that she didn't quite understand what Sherlock meant.

"Report, what you just said." Sherlock repeated impatiently.

"You just said, Scotland Yard? But...the newspapers clearly stated that Senator Leo Li died of a heart attack. We discussed it yesterday, but why is there Scotland Yard?" Only then did John react.

"Oh." Jenny continued to pour two cups of tea, "but you also said last night that you can't be sure until you see yourself. And even if there is, it's just a ball, just dancing two dances and chatting, It’s not enough to cause a heart attack, is it? If it is, it will happen, and it won’t wait until today.”

Hearing what Jenny said, John immediately felt that it made sense. "That's true, but..." He looked at the newspaper again, "From the photos, he is indeed a symptom of a heart attack."

This is even simpler, Jenny said casually: "There are always some things that can make the heart beat suddenly faster, such as coffee, if someone who is not used to drinking strong coffee suddenly drinks a pot of black coffee, he will also feel his heart beat violently. "

"But... who would do that?" John raised his head blankly, and then he saw Sherlock had put down his pipe, and sat opposite him with a blank expression.

"His eldest son..." John gasped, remembering what Sherlock had said yesterday.

"Evidence, my dear Watson, evidence." Sherlock picked up a small pancake, wrapped it lightly with meat and cabbage...

"Mr. Holmes, you forgot the green peppers and carrots." Jenny reminded, and she looked at Sherlock in a leisurely manner.

Sherlock's hands froze, and Jenny could almost see his inner struggle. In the end, he carefully picked up the shortest carrot shreds and the thinnest green pepper shreds, put them into the pancake, quickly rolled up the pancake, and put it Dip it in the sauce and pop it in your mouth.

Sherlock raised his head and hooked the corner of his mouth at Jenny, but it seemed that his facial muscles were twitching.

"Waste is not a good habit." Jenny said with satisfaction.

The food prepared so hard by the old lady was not finished with gratitude, so be careful not to eat it next time.

"Oh, leave some for me, Holmes." John quickly put down the newspaper and continued to grab food. "Shouldn't we alert the police?" asked John Good Citizen Watson.

"It's already obvious, they didn't discover it themselves." Sherlock said "I don't mind my own business unless someone invites me".

"But……"

"Nothing but."

When Jenny went downstairs, she heard John convincing Sherlock to find a way. Maybe it was Sherlock's well-thought-out appearance that made John feel that he should do something.

"Jingle bell~"

"Who could it be? Cosette, go and open the door." Jenny and Fantine were kneading the dough while the other was stirring the stuffing. Their hands were not clean.

Cosette was very happy to do this kind of work, and she ran to open the door with a "thud, thump, thump".

"You... er, who are you? Where's Mrs. Hudson? Is Holmes there?" A familiar male voice sounded at the door.

"Sergeant Lestrade." Jenny came up with her hands up. "Are you looking for Mr. Holmes? He's upstairs."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." Lestrade unconsciously glanced at Jenny's batter-clad hands. He took off his hat, passed Cosette, and led Anderson upstairs.

"Well... what could it be?" Jenny had a hunch in her heart that Lestrade came because of what Sherlock and the others were talking about just now.

"I can't think of it, madam," replied Fantine honestly.

"Forget it, I don't know if they can come back for dinner." If it's that case, they must go out.

While talking, a series of footsteps came down from upstairs.

"Mrs. Hudson, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock yelled and walked down. He was wearing a coat, gloves and a hat as he walked, followed by John who was tying his cape.

"Watson and I will go out for a while, and we'll be back soon." Sherlock poked his head into the kitchen, "We'll be back for dinner."

Oh, it looks like the case will be closed soon.Jenny thought.

"Yes, Mr. Holmes." Jenny threw the dough into the basin.

"What's for dinner?" John asked with concern.

"Dumplings." Jenny replied in Chinese.She has made similar food before, but fried in oil, and today she is going to make dumplings.

"Dumpling? What's that?" John said awkwardly.Jenny spoke again in English, and John nodded.

"Watson, Watson, what are you dawdling about?" Sherlock yelled outside the door.

"Oh, here we come." John smiled at Jenny and quickly followed.

The reason why Jenny is going to make dumplings is because she has booked a ballet ticket for tonight.Jenny doesn't like opera, and the recognized "elegant art of the upper class" is not as good as Kunqu Opera to her. Compared with unintelligible opera, Jenny still prefers drama and ballet, which are also high art.So... I eat dumplings because the speed is fast~