[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 67

Jenny didn't want to know what Londoners were thinking. What she wanted to know now was another thing—where was Holmes?

Since the first letter with a gift, Sherlock has sent a letter back from time to time. Sometimes Jenny's reply letter has only been sent for a few days before another letter from Sherlock arrives.

Sometimes Sherlock would ask some strange questions in his letters, and Jenny guessed that he needed some kind of inspiration again; sometimes Sherlock would write some local customs very scribbled, and Jenny would read them as anecdotes; Very vaguely expressed some of her own... well, thoughts, well, there is actually only one letter, and Jenny wrote back "full of affection"... She really wants to know what Sherlock will do after reading this letter. what expression.

Except for this letter, most of Jenny's replies were from various newspapers, and then they talked about some gossip about "Jack the Ripper", the tense atmosphere in London, and so on.

...But this was half a month ago. Since receiving the last letter and replying, Jenny has not received a letter from Sherlock for more than half a month. When Sherlock wrote the last letter, There was no explanation, which made Jenny a little uneasy.

What made Jenny even more disturbed was that "Jack the Ripper" committed another crime. Although the victim was still a daughter-in-law, "Jack" had obviously jumped out of the confines of the Eastern District. The last two cases occurred in different residential areas. The dead were almost always found in the early hours of the morning.And the murderer still has no clue at all. Even though Scotland Yard has put the entire city of London under martial law, they cannot patrol the entire London due to insufficient manpower.

As Sherlock's friend and assistant, John was also invited to do forensic medicine twice, and every time he came back, his face was very ugly.The police station probably hoped that he could find some clues from it. After John said he was helpless, he was not invited again, but he paid more attention to this case than before.

And Lestrade, although he is no longer in charge of this case, he can't get rid of this case... He also comes to 221b from time to time, sometimes to complain, sometimes to eat and drink, and sometimes to chat with John discuss it.

Bruce Willie also came with Lestrade once, because John has been sending information about this case to Sherlock. After Bruce Willie learned that, although he is no longer the person in charge, he still wants to know that Sherlock might have What a better view.The result made him a little disappointed, Sherlock always didn't like to make too many guesses about cases that he didn't know much about.Finally, after the three men, Bruce Willie, Lestrade, and John, argued for a while, John even thought they were friends.

Although there is no definite evidence, Scotland Yard has announced a number of suspects, many of whom are well-known and even involve several royal nobles.The queen attached great importance to this case, so no matter who the suspects were, the police station investigated them.

Carriages with police badges often pass by on the street, knocking on a door from time to time and taking away the people inside.Now the whole of London is shrouded in fear, people are starting to panic, and the crime rate has suddenly increased a lot, which makes the already understaffed police station even more distressed.

The trend of public opinion in London is not important to Jenny. The most important thing is that in her memory, "Jack the Ripper" should only have killed six people, but now it is the ninth.Jenny didn't know why, it was the first time she matched the history and reality in her memory, and this "first time" made a mistake.

It stands to reason that London has a population of several million, and the possibility of becoming the target of "Jack the Ripper" is only one in a few million, but for some reason, Jenny has always been uneasy.Only when she received Sherlock's letter did Jenny feel at ease, perhaps because Sherlock was always invincible in any case.So she decided to send another letter to Sherlock - at times like this, she needed more confidence.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Potter and her maid next door didn't have time to go out, so Jenny had to leave Cosette next door, and she took Fantine to post letters and do some shopping along the way.

"Mrs. Hudson, what's the matter?" Fantine asked strangely.

"Nothing." Jenny replied casually.I don't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that the beggar sitting on the steps next to the door of 221b was weird.Maybe she was too nervous, Jenny laughed at herself, locked the door, and walked slowly towards the post office with Fantine.

Today's weather is not too bad. Although there is some light rain swaying with the autumn wind, there are not many pedestrians holding umbrellas, and the road is not muddy.The thin rain brought a little bit of autumn chill, and also brought a touch of hazy poetry to ancient London.

Jenny tightened her shawl, and pressed a few strands of wind-blown hair behind her ears.Today she is wearing a gray-blue outing dress, the lower body skirt is a very simple A-line skirt, the upper body is made of black lace in a waistcoat style, and a large camel-colored shawl with tassels is draped outside, and a cap is worn on her head. A small black hat decorated with blue feathers.It looks simple and fashionable, and the rate of turning heads is quite high when walking on the road.

Jenny is used to this level of attention. What she cares about now is, why are there so few street children selling newspapers today?She only bought The Times and The London Journal.

"Fantine, let's mail it at the post office in Dursden Street," said Jenny.Dursden Street is on the other side of the Thames, just across the bridge. It is more prosperous there, and there must be newspapers selling along the way.

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson." Fantine naturally had no objection.

Jenny was not in a hurry, she had nothing else to do today, she decided to take a walk, she hadn't taken a walk for a long time.Jenny and Fantine held a big umbrella together, and the two walked slowly while talking, in a rare relaxation.Just as they were walking to the bridge, a whirlwind suddenly blew in front of them, and all the people exclaimed, especially the ladies. They had to cover their hats, press their skirts, and hold their umbrellas, and they were in a hurry.

"Ah! Umbrella!" When Fantine was not careful, she missed the umbrella in her hand, and it flew backwards in a whirl. Fantine hurried to catch up without even saying hello.

"Fantine," Jenny called out against the wind.At this moment, Jenny suddenly felt that something was wrong with the exclamation around her. Before she had time to react, a powerful arm suddenly stretched out from the side, and as soon as she was lifted, she was dragged to the side.Before Jenny could be surprised, a carriage drove past Jenny's nose at high speed.

Jenny's mind was blank, and her heart seemed to be jumping out of her throat. She was in shock for a long time (in fact, it was only a few seconds), only to find Fantine standing in front of her with a pale face like snow, calling her name.

"It's okay, I'm fine, Fantine, I want to thank this..." Jenny turned her head very slowly, as if her nerves had suddenly become much duller.

It was a typical nosy old British gentleman who pulled Jenny away. He wore a black suit and coat, black gloves and a civilized staff. Only a blue and black plaid scarf around his neck looked slightly different.The old man felt weird and rigid. He ignored Jenny, and instead waved his umbrella in the direction the carriage was fleeing and shouted loudly: "Hey, boy, you almost hit someone, don't you need to apologize!" Of course the coachman didn't dump him, he just ran away without a trace.

Angrily, the old man turned his head and taught Jenny: "Why don't you look at the road? Can you still know in advance whether I will save you? I won't be so lucky next time." Then, without waiting for Jenny to thank you, he stopped Walking away with a cane, he said angrily: "The young people of today, the young people of today, hmph!"

"Oh my god, my god, Mrs. Hudson, are you alright?" Fantine couldn't get in the way just now, she just held onto Jenny tightly... She was quite frightened.

"I'm fine, Fantine, I think we'd better go back first." Jenny said after recovering.

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson, yes, Mrs. Hudson." Fantine welcomed this decision very much, and she immediately supported Jenny and walked back.

When the two returned to Baker Street, Jenny had completely recovered. She asked Fantine not to bring Cosette back, but to make tea first, and she went upstairs to change into a piece of clothes she was wearing at home.

"Have a cup of tea, Fantine." Jenny poured boiling water into the teapot, let it steep for a few minutes, and poured Fantine a cup.

"Yes, ma'am." Fantine fastened her apron, took the glass and sat down. "It really freaked me out just now, Mrs. Hudson, just a little bit... Oh, my God. The gentleman saved How lucky you are that we don't even know his name."

"I think you should know his name." Jenny took a small sip of the hot tea, and the hot tea drank into her stomach, as if it warmed her heart.

"What?" Fantine was confused by Jenny.She knows?But she obviously doesn't know that gentleman?

Fantine was about to ask, when she heard something being thrown at the window with a soft thud.

"Who is it?" Fantine was about to open the window to see who the naughty guy was, but when Jenny put down her teacup and walked towards the stairs, she quickly followed.

Jenny walked to the corner of the stairs leading to the second floor. There was a window facing the alley. Below it was a garbage incinerator, but it was not commonly used, but because of the bad smell, this window was always closed. .

Fantine saw Jenny pushed open the window and glanced down, and there was a noise, a hand was suddenly put on the edge of the window, and then a black hat was thrown in, and then a man in black walked along the window crawled in.

After the man came in, he patted the soot on his body, raised his head, and revealed a familiar face. Fantine covered his mouth to prevent himself from exclaiming.

... Isn't this the old man who just saved Mrs. Hudson?