[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 31

Shortly after Sherlock and John arrived at the Grand Theater with Lestrade, Sherlock figured out the whole case, although he was dissatisfied that the well-known hero and the much-touted heroine were not on the scene for investigation, but this The case really has nothing to do with them.

The murderer is a young couple in the troupe, and the cause of the case is complicated and frustrating.

Let's call the man in the couple a and the woman b.

A is a down and out student. Because he likes to compose music, he works as a small worker in a theater troupe.But I didn't expect a to be attracted by a man who likes the same sex, so I called him m.

M approaches A with a friendly face, takes care of him frequently, and thinks that A has understood his heart, but does not know that A only considers him as a friend.After a fell in love with b, b discovered some clues. Although a didn't believe it, he still took what his girlfriend said to test it out. Unexpectedly, m, driven by jealousy, really revealed his purpose. a Naturally shocked.At the suggestion of his girlfriend, a began to avoid m, but m revealed his nature and kept entangled, even threatening a to publicize the matter.Until the day before, m came to the theater again to look for a, but happened to meet a and b together, the three fought, and a accidentally killed m. A and B were terrified, they didn't dare to drag the body out, it was too far away from the Thames River, so they discussed to wrap M's body in the curtain, and deal with other traces, hoping to treat it as a suspenseful case, anyway There are too many cases that Scotland Yard can't solve every year.

What the two of them never expected was that the Duke of Windsor came to watch the performance because of his pursuit of Miss Adler, and Lestrade also put down his face because of the pressure and quickly invited Sherlock.

The couple had no intention of killing people, and the way they handled it was not professional, so Sherlock spent three hours solving all the cases.When the couple wept and confessed, even Lestrade couldn't help feeling that they were both really unlucky: a man fell in love with another man, and the man who was attracted to the other man had sex with his girlfriend. Killed... this is really a big scandal...

Sherlock is not interested in the cause and effect. For him, a case is a case. After it is solved, there is nothing else to do but record it.

When Jenny read the news in the newspaper the next day, she was shocked. She knew the dead man, and she bought the gun from him... She decided to let this matter go to pieces. in stomach.

Because there happened to be a reporter yesterday, the report soon appeared in the morning newspaper.The official text still puts the credit on Lestrade, but those who know the inside know who is the one who really solved the case. After all, this is a case personally investigated by the Duke of Windsor.

Although he stayed up late last night, Sherlock still asked for hot water on time the next day. After tidying up, he went directly to the third floor and carried Jenny down.

After struggling last night, Jenny let go instead.There are handsome guys to serve - Sherlock is not considered a handsome guy in the mainstream aesthetics, but he fits Jenny's aesthetics - why not?Anyway, there are not a few days.

Jenny calmly put her arm on Sherlock's shoulder, and smelled the very light cologne on his body, which was completely different from the impression he gave.Sherlock doesn't like to use things with a strong smell, he thinks it will affect his judgment of the outside world.

John rolled out of bed with a scream at 08:30 and hurried downstairs after spending 10 minutes doing what would normally be half an hour.

After hearing the sound, Jenny and Fantine looked up at the ceiling together.John screamed, knocked things over, and ran downstairs.

"Get an extra sandwich, Fantine." Jenny winked at Fantine.

"Okay, ma'am." Fantine held back a smile and picked up the small rattan basket containing breakfast and lunch, and handed it to John who was hastily tied up his scarf. "Mrs. Hudson, Dr. Watson, gave it to you."

"Oh, thank you so much, thank you very much." John took the basket, hurried out and waved, "Carriage." God, he has five patients today.

Half an hour later, Sherlock also came downstairs.He needs to go to Scotland Yard today, and he needs to make a record of last night's case for use in court.Sherlock had only been out for a while when someone came looking for him.

A young man, his eyes are firm, but his whole body seems to be immersed in great grief.

"My name is Billy Passmore. I was introduced to see Mr. Holmes, but unfortunately he is not here. Do you know where he is going and when he will be back, ma'am?" said the man.

"Sorry." Even if Jenny knew why Sherlock was there, she couldn't have told him.

Sherlock's absence seemed to be another blow to Mr. Passmore. He took out a small notebook and a pen from his pocket, wrote a few lines on it, folded the note, and handed it to Jenny , asking her to pass it on to Sherlock.Passmore looked very bad, and Jenny felt that what he needed most now was to sit down, rest, and drink a cup of tea to calm down.But Passmore rejected Jenny's invitation, and after repeatedly urging Jenny to give him the note as soon as Sherlock came back, he left.

After Passmore left, Jenny opened the note, which contained a hotel address and room number. It seemed that Passmore did not live in London, but came to London from other places to look for Sherlock, and he also It didn't say how long it would stay.

It would be a case of interest to Holmes, Jenny thought.She could imagine that when Sherlock knew this, his eyes were bubinbubin, but his face was still pretending to be reserved... It was funny to think about it.

"Cosette, today's homework is to recognize ten words."

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson."

Jenny thought Sherlock would be back soon, but he didn't come back after lunch.But Jenny didn't care. She twisted her body and felt a little hot. From yesterday morning to now, she felt extremely uncomfortable all over her body.It has been raining outside since almost twelve o'clock, but Jenny's feet have been getting hot compresses, and the fire has been burning hot, she feels that she is sweating slightly, which makes her feel a little sticky all the time.

Because she has been sitting all the time, Jenny has no appetite at noon, and jumping on one leg makes her not drink much water... Going to the toilet is too troublesome.Then the result of not having much food or drink for a day is... She is going to have some afternoon tea, oh, yesterday they made small cakes, puffs, puddings and various biscuits~~

"Oh my God, it's raining again." John suddenly opened the door and came in, taking off his coat and yelling, "Mrs. Hudson, do you have anything to eat? I'm so hungry that I could eat a cow." He went into the kitchen , and saw Jenny grinding coffee. "Oh, afternoon tea? Or coffee? Uh, something to fill you up?" John walked over, rubbing his hands.

"Yes, would you like tea? Dr. Watson?" Jenny put down the mold, and called Fantine.

"Well, coffee..." John consciously wanted to help.

Then the door opened again, and Sherlock came in. He was soaked, and Jenny told Fantine to help him take off his clothes to dry.

"Oh, Holmes, you're right behind me...why didn't you call me? Mrs. Hudson just wanted some afternoon tea." John beckoned Sherlock to sit down with him.

"It's not necessary." Sherlock took off his gloves and walked over, "Black coffee, two pieces of sugar, please..."

Jenny: "...I'm not your housekeeper."

Fantine brought the coffee pot and cups, and Jenny's freshly ground coffee.

"Uh... what is this? If I'm not mistaken... this is..." John's mouth twitched.

"Well, yes, it's thinner than the one used by Mr. Holmes." Jenny folded a piece of filter paper—the round one that Sherlock often used when doing chemical experiments—and put it on the steel wire at the spout of the pot. In the strainer... just the right size.Jenny put the ground coffee into the filter paper.

"Colombian coffee," said Sherlock suddenly.

"Huh? Ah, is it?" John was a little surprised, it wasn't cheap.

"But it's delicious." Jenny slowly poured boiling water into the filter paper, very, very slowly. The boiling water slowly soaked through the rice flour, and then dripped into the pot at a very slow speed.

"Oh, dear." John puffed up. "Can I have something to eat first? Oh, thank you, Fantine."

Fantine put down the trays full of pastries and gave each a small plate and a small silver fork.John couldn't wait to pick up the biggest one and put it on the small plate in front of him, quickly cut it into small pieces, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's great, uh, it seems a bit sweet." Even so, John still stuffed the cake into his mouth piece by piece.

Sherlock sat across from Jenny, clasped his hands together, and stared at the dripping coffee dripping down his eyes. Under the calm surface, his brain was running fast.

"Holmes, don't you want some?" John asked, holding up his little fork.

Sherlock didn't seem to hear John's question at all.

"I'm exhausted, really." Jenny put down the kettle, shook her hands, and the coffee in the filter paper was still dripping down.

"Enough for a glass," Sherlock said suddenly, pushing his glass forward.

"Oh, I was taken aback by you." John trembled.

"Your eyes are really sharp, but don't you think it's too thick?" Jenny prepared three cups, but now there is only one cup.

Sherlock didn't speak, but pushed the cup stubbornly.

Jenny had to pick up the strainer, pour the coffee into Sherlock's cup, and add two cubes of sugar for him.

"Well...I'd like a cup of tea." John felt he couldn't wait for the drip-by-drop.

"Of course." In fact, Jenny made tea just now, but it was what she was going to use to make tea-flavored cakes with dough.Jenny asked Fantine to pour John a glass.

Jenny continued to drip her coffee, and when there was almost another cup... Sherlock pushed his cup out again.

"It's not good to drink too much strong coffee." Jenny ignored Sherlock's cup, poured coffee into her own cup, added milk, put it in front of her, and then picked up a biscuit and put it in her mouth.

Jenny's attitude seemed very determined, but Sherlock also ignored her determination, and he still maintained that posture.