[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 56

After returning to the room, taking off her makeup, taking a shower, and changing into her pajamas, Jenny fell on the bed and rolled twice, rolling herself into the quilt.

What did Sherlock Holmes mean just now?

slip of the tongue?Haha, bullshit, a person like him can slip of the tongue?

It's not a slip of the tongue, that's what it is, maybe it's just because I heard my words and said the wrong thing.

You can't just want to chase me, can you?

Haha ...

In fact, he is also considered a good target.

Where is it?With a weird and awkward temper, the Tsundere Emperor, the Emperor with a poisonous tongue, and always likes to boss people around.

He looks pretty good, and he has a good figure. He looks thin in clothes and fleshy in clothes, and he is tall enough.

The family property should be pretty good, right? I paid a year's rent at a time~ By the way, there is also the last investment with Mr. Darcy...

Huh?Thinking about it this way, Holmes is really a good match~

Although he likes to show off his intelligence by satirizing others, he is essentially protective of his own people. Now it seems that Jenny Hudson and John Watson are both his "own people".

After much deliberation, Jenny slowly fell asleep.

Jenny woke up the next day as usual, a little early, and she had a lot of time to pack up.Jenny brought a lot of skirts, which allowed her to wear different styles every day. Anyway, it was a rare opportunity, but it was troublesome to pack it up now.Especially for the two most expensive dresses, Jenny had to pack them in a box separately. These two dresses were rented from Tom because the price was really high. Weeping for a week.

Not only skirts, but also shoes, jewelry, and handkerchiefs...There are always two big boxes and three small boxes, and Jenny habitually carries a small rattan box in her hand.So much so that when she appeared at the door with the box "men", Sherlock couldn't help sighing that even a smart person like Mrs. Hudson would inevitably be like those vulgar women.

But no matter how many boxes there are, Jenny doesn't need to carry them by herself.

Spring in the UK is always rainy, and in the countryside, the morning air is fresh with a light rain, which is refreshing.Jenny stood on the steps and carried the luggage onto the car with Sherlock and other servants.

Jenny was wearing a gray travel suit, and because it was a bit chilly in the morning, she added an extra cloak.Sherlock's right hand was not hanging any longer. He was wearing his black three-piece suit and a black hat on his head, looking so serious that he was going to participate in the parliamentary election.Jenny was really speechless.

"Mr. Holmes, is your hand alright? I think it's better, um, to fix it." Seeing that the luggage will take a while to get ready, Jenny felt that it was really embarrassing for the two of them to stand dry, so she wanted to find something to say.

"No need, it's nothing serious." Seriously, if it wasn't for the fact that Jenny just gave Sherlock the medicine yesterday, she would probably have believed it, because Sherlock's expression was very convincing.

It's a pity that Jenny is not so easy to fool. "I didn't expect your resilience to be different from ordinary people. You just took the medicine yesterday, and you're fine today?" Just by looking at Jenny's expression, you'd think she really thought so.

"I didn't expect you to care so much about me, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock smiled forcefully... He thought he was sincere, but Jenny felt that he was a little smirk.

What kind of mutual ridicule mode did we play this early in the morning?Jenny rubbed her forehead.

Does the atmosphere seem a little off?Sherlock wondered.

It just so happened that the luggage had been fixed on the carriage, and Jenny breathed a sigh of relief, and she didn't want to continue this silly chat.

When Jenny got into the car, she realized that there was a long wooden box that took up half of the seats in the car.After she sat down, Sherlock got in the car and sat beside her.

"Fragile items, keep it safe here." Sherlock explained, he took off his hat and put it aside, revealing his neatly combed hair... In terms of appearance, Sherlock can be regarded as a model of a gentleman .

Jenny had a bad premonition, and she asked cautiously, "Chemistry equipment?"

"No, no." Without waiting for Jenny to feel relieved, Sherlock added, "Not all of them."

Jenny: ==

Jenny wanted to say to Sherlock: "Please let my house go!" But Sherlock's face: "I don't want to talk about this box anymore" made Jenny unable to speak.

Ten minutes later, the carriage left the range of the castle and walked on the main road back to London.

Sherlock stretched wantonly in the small carriage (only his left hand), his long arms and legs almost pushed Jenny aside, "Sorry, Mrs. Hudson, I want to take a break , if you don't mind." He suddenly turned to Jenny and said.

"Oh, huh? Okay, I don't mind." Jenny responded, and then she noticed that Sherlock's eyes were very black and blue.

Although it is not in accordance with etiquette to sleep on his own in front of a lady, Sherlock still stretched his legs very freely, found a more comfortable position, covered his head with his hat, closed his eyes, and Soon fell asleep snoring.He fell asleep so quickly that Jenny was a little surprised, knowing that Sherlock was not the kind of person who would let his guard down in front of others.

After confirming that Sherlock was really asleep, Jenny didn't worry about it anymore.Because the window was not closed tightly for ventilation, some light rain came in. Jenny stood up and closed the window on Sherlock's side. After thinking about it, she stood up and covered Sherlock with her cloak.

After sitting down again, Jenny twitched, feeling a little bored.Alas, it's a three-hour journey. When I came here, I didn't feel like chatting with the Marchioness of Beveridge all the way. Now I don't know how to pass these few hours.

Jenny, who regretted not bringing some time-killing gadgets, was about to play with her fingers. Suddenly, the carriage bumped, and Sherlock, who was leaning straight on the back of the chair, slowly turned upside down and leaned against Jenny all of a sudden. Anne's shoulders, the hat fell to the floor, and the cloak fell to her knees.

Jenny: Σ(°△°|||)|What's the matter?

Jenny sat stiffly for a moment.

Sherlock: zzzzz...

Didn't wake up like this?

Jenny moved a few times carefully, and Sherlock fell asleep without any reaction.

Well... well.

Jenny tried her best to keep one shoulder still, and slowly pulled up the cloak with one hand and covered Sherlock again.

This series of actions is comparable to frying eggs on stilts (what the hell?), Jenny broke into a thin sweat after finishing.

No...it's not easy~

Jenny calmed down and turned to look at Sherlock.From her angle, all she could see was Sherlock's tall nose and long eyelashes... so long that Jenny was a little jealous.

Losing the eyes of "Come and kneel and lick, stupid mortals!" and the expression of "Come and ask me for advice, shit shovelers!", Sherlock looks quiet and weak at this moment.

Sherlock's appearance does not conform to London's popular aesthetics. He is neither resolute nor handsome, and even a little too thin and sometimes a bit mean.The cheekbones are high, the eye sockets are deep-set, and there are two lines between the eyebrows that are not particularly obvious now but will be deep in the future due to habitual frowning.

There are no manly sideburns or beards on his face, nor is there a playful mustache on his face, but he is clean. At his age, he is a bit unique.

In front of people, always comb your hair neatly at any time to make flies split, clean face, white collar, aftershave and occasional cologne, black three-piece suit, Cheng Liang's leather shoes.

Behind people, he always puts on an old pajamas directly over his shirt, and walks on the sofa with his shoes on casually, keeping things indiscriminate and still not moving.

When he is in a good mood, he willfully entertain his only friend, and when he is in a bad mood, he will make everyone feel bad.

It's almost like a cat.

So, Watson is like Wang Xingren?

There is no cat and dog war, and even get along harmoniously?

What breed?

……

zzzzz...

When Sherlock woke up, he felt that this state was not quite right. He was leaning on Mrs. Hudson's shoulder like a...something, sleeping just right, and Mrs. Hudson seemed to be asleep too. Turning his body and head to himself, the dream is in full swing.

Sherlock held the position for three seconds, and found that Mrs. Hudson didn't intend to wake up, so he slowly raised his head.When he moved, the cloak slipped off him. It was Mrs. Hudson's.Sherlock threw the cloak aside and picked up the hat from the ground.

#Position is not right neck so sore ￣▽￣#

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Mrs. Hudson's posture is also very strange, her body is very inclined, there is a large space between the two, and Mrs. Hudson's small box is placed in the middle, and her arms are propped on it.

From Sherlock's point of view, it's probably to keep the two of them balanced, or maybe to keep his injured arm from being touched, but she won't be able to maintain this position for long alone...

Sherlock looked outside, and found that he had already entered the urban area. Judging from the scenery outside the carriage... Baker Street was about 15 minutes away.

He didn't sleep well last night because of the pain in his wound. Sherlock expected that he would just take a nap, but he didn't expect to sleep for so long.

Judging from Mrs. Hudson's posture, she knew that she was leaning on her and adjusted so that her wound would not be squeezed.

Judging from the time... She will definitely lose consciousness in her hands when she wakes up.

As soon as Sherlock finished thinking this way, he saw Jenny suddenly nodded her head and almost fell on the seat. Before Sherlock had time to reach out to help her, she had already woken up.

"Oh, my God, how long have I been asleep?" Jenny raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, and found that her left hand was completely numb. She grinned and clenched her fist... From shoulder to fingertips, it didn't look like her own. This is so sour, I can't believe it.

"It's Baker Street in 15 minutes." Sherlock pretended not to see Jenny's movements, and he took out his pocket watch to check the time again.

"Wow, we actually slept all the way." Jenny blurted out in surprise, and then felt how weird these words were... She stretched her arms and looked out the window, and what she saw was the familiar street and the familiar rain scene.

"It's raining heavily, it's too bad, I didn't bring an umbrella." Jenny thought anxiously about her several boxes. Although they were covered with rain cloth, if the water leaked, the clothes inside would be ruined.

"You just turned up, don't worry, I think your box is fine." Sherlock knew what Jenny was worried about even if he didn't have to think about it.

Baker Street is ahead.