[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 37

In the following days, both Jenny and John were very busy.

Jenny took two orders, one was relatively simple, and the other was very picky, requiring Jenny to draw a lot of pictures for the other party to choose from. Of course, the price was not cheap, otherwise Jenny would never accept this kind of work.

John was also busy paying off his debts. In order to handle the case with Sherlock, and then played in Pemberley Manor for a few days, he owed a lot of favors.

The only one who was boring was Sherlock. He hadn't encountered any serious cases for a whole month, and he felt like he was going moldy.It's not that he has no clients, it's just that the cases brought by those people have no value at all in his eyes.

He even scored the case.

You can see through the intention at a glance. The other party doesn't even need to speak. One point is worthless.

Two sentences can figure out the ins and outs of the matter, two points are worthless.

Just say it once and you'll know what's going on, three points, worthless (Sherlock: Are these guys full of mud in their heads? Can't find something so obvious.).

Ask a few key questions to know the result, four points, boring.

I can't figure out the point, but there is a big loss, five points, which is a bit interesting.

Obvious robbery or homicide...cases, six points, sometimes just for luck (Sherlock: Maybe you will meet a criminal with a brain).

Lestrade thinks the bizarre case, seven points, sometimes just because he is too stupid.

Scotland Yard's many years of unsolved cases, eight points, some are really interesting.

Serial Murder, nine points, interesting, very interesting.

There are no perfect cases, because Sherlock has not yet encountered a case that cannot be solved, and there are only cases where the other party's actions are too neat to obtain evidence, but these are only a few, and Sherlock also knows it well.

Because the little friends all played their own games and no one cared, Sherlock had to play by himself. Finally one day, the little friends found that Sherlock was playing himself badly.

John is in a good mood, and the debt of favor is about to be paid off. Now the number of patients who make appointments every day has returned to the original number, and he can finally relax.It was rare to finish work before lunch today, so John decided to rush back to eat, even if it was a sandwich, it was delicious made by Mrs. Hudson.

John pushed open the door of the room and almost choked to death. He obviously only left for one morning, but it seemed like he had been away for a long time.He walked quickly to the window, pulled aside the curtains, and opened the window to let the smell of smoke dissipate.The room that was originally poorly lit suddenly became brighter.

"Oh, my God." John looked at the room and sighed.In the living room, all kinds of newspaper materials were thrown everywhere on the chairs on the floor. There was still a plate for breakfast on the table. There were still some beans left on the plate. Forks and knives were randomly thrown on the plate.The coffee pot and the milk jug were already cold. John picked them up and shook them, but they were all empty.

There was an ashtray full of ashes on the chair in front of the window. John felt helpless. Can't you open the window right by the window, Holmes?

John shook his head, bent down resignedly and began to pick up the newspapers on the floor.

"Leave them alone, Watson." A voice suddenly came from the other side of the fireplace, startling John. "Oh, Holmes, I was surprised that you were here." John walked over, his friend in pajamas Wrapped in a large scarf, she was curled up in an armchair in front of the fireplace, with her hands folded on her knees and her chin pressed.

Well, John totally got it, and Sherlock's "boring cases that don't require brains" is back.

"Fol..." John paused. He saw a box with a syringe thrown on the small table in front of Holmes. "What is this?" The doctor's sensitivity made John pick up the syringe and check it.

"Holmes!" John was shocked. "You are using cocaine? Do you know what it is?"

"7% solution, it makes my brain less boring." Sherlock raised his eyelids slightly.

In this era, cocaine was readily available on the market as a substitute for morphine, and was even used to treat morphine addiction.Companies that produce cocaine claim that their products can replace food, make cowards brave, taciturn people eloquent, and pain-sensitive patients avoid suffering.

But John knows what cocaine is better than others. In Afghanistan, he saw many soldiers who used cocaine instead of morphine to relieve pain. "addiction" drug -- worse than morphine, more addictive and harder to quit.

"Have you got any more? Where's the rest? Where's the other cocaine?" John snapped.His unusually stern tone caught Sherlock's attention. Sherlock opened his eyes and stared at John for a moment. Seeing that he was looking at him unwaveringly, Sherlock had no choice but to lift his chin towards the fireplace.

John found a small box of cocaine solution on the fireplace, three full and one empty.He put the box in his hand and held it tightly.

"You can't use this anymore, Holmes." John said sternly to Sherlock. "This thing is addictive. Don't believe what those shit companies say, Holmes. Once you become addicted...it is more terrible than morphine." Devil. Do you hear me, Holmes, you must not use this again."

"I need it, it's too boring, my brain needs stimulation." Sherlock still maintained his posture and answered calmly.

"Your shit brain doesn't need shit cocaine!" John yelled excitedly, panting heavily, his chest pumped up and down violently, "This stuff will ruin you, won't it Can't you understand me? I've seen too many guys ruined by it!" John grabbed the injections and threw them into the fireplace.

"Watson, Watson, Watson," Sherlock called John softly, to calm him down.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have gotten mad at you."

"Oh, Watson, how can I be angry at my friend's concern?"

"Then promise me you won't touch this again."

"……I try my best."

John was very helpless. He couldn't make decisions about his friend's life, so he could only secretly swear in his heart that he would supervise his friend from doing anything wrong.

Jenny was on the third floor struggling with that picky countess. This was the fourth rejection of the manuscript in half a month. In the past [-] days, she hadn't done anything except painting, wasn't she just a horse riding outfit?What kind of trouble do you want for lace for a while and bow for a while!

At this moment, various noises came from downstairs, first there was rustling, then John's yelling, and finally something broke with ping bang bang...

"Crack", the pen in Jenny's hand was broken in two.

"Gentlemen!" Jenny couldn't help but ran downstairs to the door, and then she lost her voice for a moment, "Is there a hurricane passing through here?" There are papers all over the floor, oh my god, why are my curtains so dark?What is that swollen dagger stuck in the fireplace?And where did that skull come from?my table! !And what kind of smell is in the air... Evil...

"Gentlemen." Jenny felt like a volcano that was about to erupt, "Although I am not your housekeeper, I am still your landlord anyway, so, gentlemen, I invite you to stay on the first floor It is convenient for me to deal with the situation here, lest the people who come up to ask for advice mistakenly think that they have walked into the pigsty, which will affect their trust in a certain detective."

So...so poisonous...

Before John could speak, Sherlock raised his chin arrogantly. "No!"

Do you have the right to protest?

Sherlock's little tsundere Jenny didn't pay attention to it, "scrubbed" a few times, Jenny picked up the newspaper on the ground, quickly folded it together according to the date, and then threw the newspaper and the paper on the chair. The materials are placed together on a table with a cabinet.

Pulling out the dagger, Jenny gathered the letter together, but she couldn't find the scabbard of the dagger, she turned around, as if she found Sherlock and John, she exclaimed in astonishment: "Gentlemen, why are you still here? "

"I don't want to go down, I'll just stay here." Sherlock raised his eyelids and said with his head held high.

Jenny bent down, stared straight into Sherlock's eyes, and said as sincerely as possible, "I insist!"

It would be more sincere if you didn't have a dagger in your hand.

John picked up Sherlock very practically, and Sherlock said in a dying struggle, "I don't need others to fiddle with my information, I..."

Jenny's response was to close the door expressionlessly.

Sherlock angrily occupied the armchair near the fireplace on the first floor. He wrapped his pajamas and scarf tightly, and asked John unhappily: "Mrs. Hudson's temper is really irritable today. I turned down the order because the other party was too picky, but why are you angry with me?"

John: Probably because you deserve too much beating, sometimes I really want to beat you too.

Sherlock glanced at John: "Why would you want to hit me? It's not logical, and it's not my fault."

John: "...shut up!"

Jenny has already made up her mind to turn down that deal. It's great to be rich. My mother doesn't lack this now, so why make trouble for herself?At this time, a good record in the past is beneficial, and even if a few orders are rejected, there will not be too many complaints.

Jenny didn't plan to make a big move, she just packed the things in the room, and then went downstairs with the trash, and found a boy to send the note she just wrote on the second floor to Tom.

"Mrs. Hudson... Can I have lunch?" John carefully asked Jenny who just threw away the trash and came in... Her momentum today is a bit strong...

"Of course." Jenny washed her hands.Sherlock shifted, but he remained seated in the chair in front of the fireplace, and it seemed to Jenny that he was waiting for her to say something.

"Erm... we have croissants and fruit salad; biscuits with jam and tea; fried eggs on toast and coffee... eh?"

“…omelette on toast and coffee.”

"Croissant, coffee, two sugars, thank you."

"Then have chocolate cake and tea~"

Sherlock: ...are the three choices actually a trap?

John: Shit, I think I'm innocent.

"Aha." Jenny opened the pantry with a key, and carefully took out a covered plate from inside. She put the plate on the table, opened it, and there was a whole chocolate cake inside.

Chocolate in this day and age has just gone from drink to solid food, but it's still a luxury item, but Jenny just got some dark chocolate from someone as a gift before New Years, some of which made those chocolate apples, and now this cake It was made of the last of some dark chocolate, but it took her a lot of work.Inside the hard chocolate crust is a soft and sweet double-layer chiffon cake, with sweet cream and peach slices and apple slices boiled in sugar water sandwiched in the middle.

Jenny produced a Chinese teapot which she had acquired from a down-and-out Chinese for a pound.The teapot is featureless, round and round, with no novel shapes or famous calligraphy and paintings, only a seal at the bottom.But it's a real purple clay teapot, once someone's favorite, even in exile...but now it's Jenny's.Tea is also Chinese tea. They are made into small tea cakes, but after being brewed with boiling water, they will swell to fill the entire teapot.

The bitter taste of Chinese tea is slightly heavy, but the cake with thick cream in the middle is very sweet and greasy, together with the mellow chocolate, the three are perfectly integrated.

"Why do we have to eat this kind of thing that should belong to afternoon tea at lunch?" Sherlock felt that he should refuse this kind of lunch with some integrity, but the combination of chocolate cake and tea made him a little bit unable to stop talking.

"Isn't it delicious? I think it's quite successful." Jenny cut another small piece and handed it to John.

"I think it's great, Mrs. Hudson, your craftsmanship is beyond words. I think one of the luckiest things since I came back to the UK is to live in 221b. Are these chocolates expensive?" John was full of praise , and feel a little embarrassed.

"Thank you~ But the chocolate is a thank-you gift from Mr. Holmes' guests." Jenny didn't feel embarrassed to intercept other people's gifts halfway.

Sherlock: What about morals?

John: I ate it with the delicious cake.

Jenny: In the Christmas dinner, in the chocolate cake, in your belly~