[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 55

... Sure enough, Holmes' eyes lit up when he mentioned the case.

Jenny secretly rolled her eyes. It's not that she doesn't like this kind of topic, but she likes to hear a complete story, while Sherlock has completely lost interest in the cases he has solved.What he likes is the kind of problem that has doubts and difficulties and has not yet been solved. At the same time, he praises the creativity of criminals and complains about the IQ of Scotland Yard... In fact, it is quite interesting to listen to him complain, but Jenny absolutely does not like this. will speak up.

The two made a circle, and the eight roses on Jenny's skirt bloomed again, but this time no one else was amazed.

Jenny listened to Sherlock's case with relish, and interrupted from time to time to point out the key points. Although she sometimes didn't know what these key points were for, it made Sherlock even more surprised how she knew.

"Intuition, sir, intuition," Jenny said.This unreliable answer almost got Sherlock to roll his eyes.

"Then your intuition is really sharp." Sherlock stabbed Jenny slightly.

"Thank you." Jenny didn't care, and deliberately choked Sherlock.

But hearing more and more complaints from Sherlock's words, Jenny couldn't help asking: "So you have never met anyone who is the enemy?"

Originally, Jenny thought that Sherlock would say proudly: "Hmph, of course, how can those stupid mortals be my opponents." But she didn't expect that Sherlock was silent for a moment, and said leisurely: "There is indeed such a person, he He is a smart man, but his intelligence is completely used in crimes. There is his shadow behind the two big cases I mentioned just now. He is like Napoleon in the criminal world. He is a genius. He manipulates people like a spider. London's criminal world has created crimes one after another. Almost half of the cases in London are related to him, but he himself has never been discovered after being hidden behind cobwebs. I also used a lot of energy To figure out his identity, there is even an element of chance.”

Jenny said in surprise: "Mr. Holmes, I never expected that you would use such a long sentence and so many adjectives to describe a person." This must be true love, right?

Sherlock's emotions were interrupted all of a sudden, and he finally couldn't help but give Jenny a supercilious look: "Mrs. Hudson, what's going on in your mind?"

Jenny: "Okay, sorry, who's that guy you're talking about?"

But the emotion that Sherlock had seldom brewed has disappeared, and he replied angrily: "Moriarty, James Moriarty, but those people never call him by his name, they all call him 'Professor'. "

professor?Jenny froze for a moment, it turned out to be him.

"I remembered when you said that, no wonder your words are so familiar to me... You once described a person like this, remember? The case of the opera house, but you said at that time that you didn't know his name, I only know one 'm', but I didn't expect to get the name now." Jenny said meaningfully, "The action is pretty fast."

Sherlock didn't understand the meaning of Jenny's eyes, but that didn't prevent him from realizing that Jenny was overthinking again.It just so happened that at the end of the song, the two bowed to each other in accordance with etiquette.

"Stop what's going on in your head." Sherlock straightened up, his eyes seeming to see through Jenny's thoughts.

Sherlock stretched out his hand and asked Jenny to help him go to the sofa and sit down to rest. Jenny immediately opened the fan and fanned it vigorously, while he went to turn off the gramophone, and then walked to the sofa next to Jenny and sat down. .Sherlock struggled to take out the handkerchief and wiped his slightly sweaty forehead. Feeling that the hand hanging on his chest was a little in the way, he impatiently took the strap off his neck and threw the tray aside.

"Mr. Holmes, how is your wound?" Jenny felt that Sherlock's face seemed to be paler than before, and only then did she belatedly realize that he had only been shot in the hand three days ago.

"It's okay." Sherlock pulled the neckline, but it wasn't very good. After a little movement, he felt that the injured part was hot and swollen, and there was a slight tingling pain. He hoped that the wound didn't open.

Jenny had already noticed the stiffness of Sherlock's movements. She closed her fan and poked Sherlock's arm unexpectedly. Of course, she didn't touch the wound, but it was enough to make Sherlock glared.

Sherlock's reaction said it all, "You need a doctor, Mr. Holmes." Jenny leaned over and carefully checked Sherlock's suit. Well, at least no blood seeped into the coat, but she still smelled it. A little faint blood.

Jenny's movements made Sherlock slightly stiff, and the breath from her body came towards him, making him feel a little overwhelmed, but it was only for a moment. "No, I don't need a doctor." Sherlock rejected the proposal, "That old man's medical skills are not even as good as yours. Fortunately, he didn't come to fetch the bullet, otherwise my arm might be pierced by him."

Doctor: How old am I! ! (The point is wrong~)

Sherlock had a flash of inspiration: "Why don't you come and help me with the medicine, Mrs. Hudson."

Jenny: "What? I..." Before she finished speaking, Sherlock snapped his fingers and stood up, "Good idea, I have medicine in my room." Before Jenny could refuse, he pulled her up , clamped her hand under his armpit, and took her to his room.

"Wait, Mr. Holmes, wait." Jenny, who was dragged away, protested, "I'm not your family doctor."

"You are not, Mrs. Hudson, you are my landlord." Sherlock replied easily, "The landlord is obliged to ensure the physical and mental health of the tenants, so as not to be unable to pay the rent because they cannot work."

...You are a threat!

Sherlock's room is much bigger than Jenny's room.That's right, he is a distinguished guest invited by the Duke, how can he compare with a guy like her who comes here without invitation?Jenny looked at the room and thought sourly.

When Jenny visited the room, Sherlock had already pulled down the bow tie and threw it on the table, and then unbuttoned it with one hand, trying to take off the suit.

"Let me help you." Jenny stepped forward to help Sherlock hold the coat, holding the collar with one hand and the cuff with the other, so that Sherlock could slowly take his arm out.

"Thank you." Taking off his coat, Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief.

"My God." Jenny saw the blood on the sleeve of the shirt sharply. "Is the wound open? Mr. Holmes, where is the medicine?" According to Sherlock's instructions, Jenny found the medicine and bandage, and she blamed: "You You shouldn't be at the ball, Mr. Holmes, and your wound has only healed for three days. My God, I didn't use too much force just now, did I? I thought I was careful enough."

Sherlock sat on the chair, watching Jenny circle around him, and suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with this injury.

Jenny washed her hands carefully with soap, took the scissors and said, "I didn't expect to cut the clothes I made myself. I can't even think of how many more clothes I made last time."

Sherlock asked her to make this shirt and the last one in winter. Jenny carefully cut off the entire sleeve with scissors, exposing the bandage inside.There were blood stains oozing from the wound. Sure enough, the wound was cracked. Jenny slowly took off the bandage, and found that the bandage was not wrapped many times.

"Uh... If you don't mind, I hope you can make some for me." Sherlock said casually while looking down at Jenny's fingers carefully undoing the bandage.He didn't think it was a big deal, Mrs. Hudson was a better than average tailor, the cuts were perfect, and the batch of shirts she made were the most comfortable he had ever worn.

What is an inch?

Jenny was so angry that she originally planned to find some hot water and take off the bandage slowly, but now she doesn't need it, she just took it off.

"I'm not your tailor, Mr. Holmes." Jenny refused angrily.

"Of course you are not, dear Mrs. Hudson, you are not my tailor, not my doctor, not my cook, not my housekeeper, but you are my landlady, Mrs. Hudson, and you are the most capable woman I have ever met. "Sherlock didn't know that Jenny originally intended to be gentle, but sometimes what she said inadvertently was more touching... Especially for a guy who is always venomous, it's even more touching when he speaks kind words.

"I'm not as good as you said." Jenny was secretly pleased, but her face was reserved.

"You are too modest." Sherlock said this sincerely, "I am willing to ask you to help me. I used to feel a little uncomfortable wearing shirts. Even if they used a ruler to measure them, I still felt a little inappropriate. And you just look... ahem, you can make such a fit with your eyes, which shows that your craftsmanship is much better than others."

It would be false to say that there was no compliment at all, but now Sherlock was completely unaware that he was saying the kind of "compliment" he had looked down upon before.

At the same time, they thought about the incident when Jenny broke into Sherlock's room by accident. Jenny didn't feel anything, but Sherlock himself felt a little uncomfortable.

"Well, I can't let you compliment me in vain." Jenny felt that she was really easy to talk, and she felt great~

In the end, she tied the bandage into a beautiful bow, and Jenny was very satisfied. Her dressing skills were getting better and better. "Okay, but it's better to move as little as possible, Mr. Holmes."

"Then I will trouble you when I get back, Mrs. Holmes."

Jenny especially wanted to pick her ear with her little finger. For some reason, why did she feel that Mr. Holmes didn't say "Mrs. Hudson" just now, but "Mrs. Holmes"?But there is nothing wrong with Mr. Holmes's expression... Could it be an auditory hallucination caused by being young?Jenny 囧囧 thought about it.

Sherlock accidentally blurted it out, and after realizing it, he couldn't be more embarrassed. Fortunately, he has always kept his emotions and anger secret, without showing the slightest bit on his face.

Did I even like Mrs. Hudson already and want to marry her?Sherlock is not sure about feelings, even if that person is himself.Looking at Jenny who was packing her things calmly, Sherlock felt that she might not have paid attention to what he was called just now... Why did she feel inexplicably upset? (The two people who started to show off their acting skills)

"I'm going back," Jenny said to Sherlock.

"Okay." Sherlock sat still.

"What did he just say?"

"Did she hear it just now?"

Jenny/Sherlock was puzzled at the same time.