[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 43

At about nine o'clock, the lights on the opposite side went out, and the manor was completely dark.After a while, Sherlock tapped the pipe, put it in his pocket, and then turned off the light here so as not to reveal his figure.

Jenny knew that they were about to start action, and she and Sherlock sat quietly in the chair waiting for the signal from the other side.There was no light, and the surroundings were dark, but not completely dark. Although it was not a full moon today, the stars provided a faint light.

Jenny turned her gaze from the window to Sherlock's profile.Although the man is a little fatter than before, it is not obvious, mainly because of his unhealthy diet: he doesn't eat much as long as there is a case, and sometimes he drinks a lot of black coffee because "it helps Thinking" - Jenny thought that would just keep him from sleeping, so Sherlock's face always looked very thin no matter what angle you looked at it from.

Jenny didn't tell anyone that Sherlock's appearance was one of her favorite types, the one with a sense of security...but she was past the age at which to look at his face.

Sherlock is tall but thin compared to the current popular aesthetic of a thick athlete with round arms, but if you think he is thin, you are wrong.Judging from Jenny's initial "glance" impression, Sherlock is definitely the type who strips off his clothes and puts on his clothes to look thinner. At least Jenny knows that he goes to some fencing club every week to exercise.

Jenny was looking at Sherlock's sideways nympho, and Sherlock turned his head suddenly, which startled her.

Sherlock stared at Jenny for two seconds. When he looked at people so sharply, it always made people uncomfortable. Jenny slapped guiltily, and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

"It's time to act." Sherlock stood up abruptly, "Quick, Mr. White."

It was only then that Jenny realized that the signal light on the opposite side was on. As she walked out with Sherlock, she took out her watch and looked at the time with the help of the faint light. It was exactly eleven o'clock.

When they went downstairs, they met the hotel owner. Sherlock simply said that they were going to spend the night with an acquaintance, and they would not come back at night.Then the two of them quickly walked through the bushes, jumped over the stone wall, and across the lawn to the window that was agreed in advance.

Sherlock opened the window carefully so that it didn't make a sound, and then he stepped back, motioning for Jenny to climb first.At this time, a black figure suddenly sprang out from behind a tree. It looked like a child, but it landed on all fours.Jenny almost screamed, but Sherlock covered her mouth just in time.

The strange thing didn't stop, it jumped from behind the tree onto the lawn, then disappeared across the lawn into the darkness.

Sherlock laughed suddenly, and he put his lips to Jenny's ear and whispered, "I think you remember what the doctor raised. It was a baboon."

Jenny nodded slightly, her heart was beating fast, and she couldn't tell whether it was because of fright or something else.

The two climbed up from the house silently like thieves, and got into the bedroom again.Sherlock closed the shutters silently, and moved the candle on the windowsill to the table.Jenny quickly checked the surroundings, and everything in the room was the same as when they came during the day.

Sherlock pulled Janie, and the two sat on the ground.Sherlock leaned over, clasped his hands into the shape of a trumpet and whispered in Jenny's ear, "We must sit in the dark, and he will find a light through the vent."

Jenny felt that Sherlock's heat made her ears itch, and she nodded while resisting the tendency to tilt her body.

"Don't make any noise, don't fall asleep, and keep your pistol ready in case we need it. I'll sit by the bed and you sit in that chair."

Jenny nodded again, then quietly took the pistol in her hand.

Holmes brought a thin and long cane whip, which he probably found after Jenny fell asleep. He tiptoed to the bed and put it on the bed beside him.

After Jenny also sat on the designated chair, Sherlock blew out the lamp, and it was completely dark all around.This is different from when I was in the hotel just now, the curtains and walls blocked all the light, and I couldn't see my fingers completely.

Jenny felt tense all of a sudden, she controlled herself to slow down her breathing, and focused all her attention on the direction of the vent.

Unexpectedly, it took another few hours to wait. Jenny's mood had changed from tense to gradually relaxed, and she was almost falling asleep. Finally, there was movement in the next room.

Someone lit a lamp, but the light was blocked, and Jenny still couldn't see anything.About half an hour later, Jenny suddenly heard a "hissing" sound, which made her goosebumps stand up one by one, and she thought she probably knew what it was-women have a natural feeling for this kind of thing. Intuition, maybe it is the sequelae of the Garden of Eden.

The moment they heard the sound, Jenny and Sherlock jumped up at the same time. Almost at the same time they heard the sound, a loud whistle sounded from the next door.Charlotte lit a match, and the sudden light made Jenny blink, and then she saw Sherlock's expression changed drastically, and he violently whipped the unreasonable bell rope.

"Back off, Jen...White, back off," Sherlock yelled, whipping.

Jenny didn't back down, she stood on the chair and looked towards the top of the rope, but only saw a speckled "rope" twisting and crawling from the vent to the next door.Soon there was a terrible scream from the next door. The scream was filled with fear, pain and anger. This was probably the creepiest scream Jenny and the others had ever heard.

Jenny stood on the chair and didn't dare to move. With the help of the faint light, she stared blankly at Sherlock, and Sherlock also looked at her.After a long time, the screams from the next door disappeared, but the echo seemed to still echo in people's ears.Until finally all sounds, hallucinations, disappeared.

"Uh..." Jenny cleared her throat, breaking the silence, "how's it going?"

"It probably means that the facts are over." Sherlock threw the whip aside, "Take the pistol and let's go to Dr. Roylott's room."

For a long while, Jenny didn't move, and Sherlock looked at her suspiciously.

Jenny laughed dryly, "Mr. Holmes, help me." She was so nervous...she couldn't move.

Jenny couldn't see what expression Sherlock made in the dark, but she seemed to hear him sigh softly, and then Sherlock held Jenny's waist accurately in the dark, and lifted her down like this.

Before Jenny had time to be embarrassed, Sherlock had already let go, lit the lamp, and led the way to the next door.Jenny froze for a moment, and quickly followed, but was blocked by Sherlock at the door of Dr. Roylott's room.

Even so, Jenny saw the tragedy in the room through the gap.

Dr. Roylott fell to the ground with a snake hanging around his neck, a poisonous snake, a poisonous snake.His eyes were protruding stiffly, and in the flickering candlelight, his expression was indescribably terrifying.

Jenny just glanced at it and didn't continue. Instead, she stood at the door and stopped Miss Stoner who heard the sound. She was frightened by the scream.

Sherlock managed to throw the Indian poisonous snake back into the safe by himself. Now that all the clues are connected, Jenny has figured out what happened without Sherlock explaining.

Dr. Roylott used the convenience of being a soldier in India to get a poisonous snake and trained it to move forward and back with a whistle.When he knew that his eldest stepdaughter wanted to get married and would divide his existing property, Dr. Roylott killed her with a poisonous snake without hesitation.Three years later, it was the little stepdaughter's turn again.

From a certain point of view, Jenny thinks that Dr. Roylott is really smart and talented, as can be seen from his two pets.Neither baboons nor leopards are easily tamed animals.But he happened to meet Sherlock Holmes.

If life were a book, Jenny thought, Sherlock Holmes must be the protagonist of the book.

After dawn, Jenny cooperates with Sherlock to persuade Miss Stoner to live with one of her relatives.Sherlock's smooth tongue then leads the police to believe that Dr. Roylott died while unwisely playing with his dangerous pets - and the servants testify that Dr. Roylott does like some dangerous animals.

Neither Jenny nor her pistol came in handy, but she had no regrets.

It took a long time to settle the matter, and Jenny stood on the lawn and stretched herself. She is a man now, so naturally she doesn't have to be as scruples as a woman.

When Jenny stretched her waist well and turned around, she almost didn't move - Sherlock was standing not far behind her with a seemingly expressionless face, and he had seen all her actions just now.

Jenny laughed dryly in her heart.

Sherlock walked over, as if he was blind and didn't see anything just now, Chaoji asked Jenny naturally: "The matter has been resolved, our train is at 38:[-] in the afternoon, and there are about three hours left. Mr. White, I heard that the countryside here is beautiful, would you like to go for a walk with me and have lunch?"

Jenny: ... I heard that ...

Jenny: "Of course, Mr. Holmes, I really feel a little hungry after saying that."

Jenny was glad to be able to walk around, although she was a little confused.The two walked slowly along the path to a small farm. The owner of the farm warmly invited them to have lunch together. After the meal, he proudly introduced his beloved horse, and Sherlock chatted with him with gusto.

Jenny was not interested in men's topics. She chatted with the farm owner's wife and daughter about the fashion trends in London.

A woman can't keep calm about this kind of topic, okay?

When the mighty and majestic farm owner noticed, his wife and daughter had already treated that "little boy" as their own family with charming smiles.

When Sherlock and Jenny said goodbye, Jenny got two extra gifts - a beautiful little basket full of dried mushrooms and a bouquet of flowers.

The more reluctant the two ladies were to Jenny, the more the farm owner wanted Jenny to go away.Jenny felt very sorry for the farmer. He invited them to dinner so warmly, but she turned this red-faced man into a black-faced man...

"It seems that no matter where you are, you can be like a fish in water." On the train, Sherlock said to Jenny who had been arranging the bouquet.

"Oh, dear Mr. Holmes, you are jealous of my popularity~" Jenny pouted.