[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 72

While the British were still reeling from the horrors of "Jack the Ripper," one of their compatriots was making a name for himself on the Continent.

The time interval between the two cases was published by major European newspapers was very short, so European people immediately knew and knew a famous British detective—Sherlock Holmes.It is said that he can tell what you have been up to since you were born just by looking at it, and can see your future in the smoke from your pipe (what the hell?).

When Jenny knew about this, she was only thankful that Sherlock deliberately concealed his appearance, and didn't let the frontal photo be published in the newspaper, which saved a lot of trouble.

And now Sherlock encountered a very troublesome thing for him: his body was very tired and weak, but his mind seemed unable to calm down for a while, which made him feel very anxious.There have been such situations in the past, so Sherlock thinks that as long as he finds some cases that are not so "brain-intensive" to relax his brain as before, he will recover soon.

So now it's Jenny and John's turn to worry.

Today's 221b is still very lively.

Wiggins, who hadn't been summoned by Sherlock for a long time, took his little friends and ran to submit information to Sherlock early in the morning, and ran out after getting paid.Then there was Lestrade, who had a gloomy face but was in a much better state of mind. He chatted with Sherlock for a while and then went downstairs in a rage.

Before lunch, John came back to check Sherlock's body and then ate. In front of Sherlock was a bowl of beef soup as usual.

John didn't have to go to work in the afternoon, he took a nap, and vaguely heard someone talking in the living room, then Sherlock's impatient voice, and soon the other person left.

When John woke up, he found that Sherlock had gone out and came back again, and he had put on makeup and was removing it.

"You're awake, Watson. I'm sorry I've been occupying the living room these days." Sherlock said while applying the cleansing oil.

"What you need is rest, not overtime work, Holmes, your physical condition is not optimistic, I still suggest you take a vacation." John poured himself a small glass of wine to refresh himself.He felt that Holmes had gone too far these days. He was obviously in poor health and was still so busy every day. As his friend and a doctor, he strongly disapproved of Holmes' behavior.

"I know, don't worry, Watson, but I still want to thank you for your suggestion." Sherlock stood up, washed his face, wiped off the water, walked over to another glass and poured some wine, "And these little Cases are just a way to pass the time for me."

JOHN To pass the time... Lestrade would cry.

Although Sherlock said so, John was still very worried.Like John, Jenny is also worried about Sherlock's body.

Compared with John's professional analysis results, Jenny is more intuitive: After eating so much meat and drinking so much soup, her complexion doesn't improve at all. How hypocritical are you?Jenny is very sorry that there is no such thing as boiled tonic (Chinese medicine) in the UK, otherwise you will not want to abuse it every minute.The British who have no resistance at all can make you kneel down and sing conquest once you drink it. If you substitute Sherlock...it's a little exciting to think about it~

Jenny was just thinking about it, so when John suggested Sherlock go on vacation for a while at dinner again, Jenny was the first to respond.

"I think what Dr. Watson said is right. Mr. Holmes, look at yourself. You are so thin that you can't bear it. Your face is so pale. And your lips and nails are not red at all. Oh , God, you might be taken as a vampire if you go out in the middle of the night."

"Ha, ha." Sherlock laughed dryly.

"That's right, Mrs. Hudson." John felt as if he had found a soul mate. "And you've been smoking a lot lately, and you haven't slept well. I've seen you sitting in the living room twice in the middle of the night, Holmes. , this is not a good sign."

"What? Poor sleep is the enemy. Sometimes I go to bed late, and I don't feel refreshed the next morning. No wonder you always say that the tea is not strong enough."

"Please note, Mrs. Hudson, I asked for coffee."

"If you are not in good health, you can't drink coffee, and drinking strong tea is not good. If you are excited, you will not sleep well. The key is to rest, rest. You work like this every day, can you take a good rest?"

"You are right, Mrs. Hudson, and that is what I told Holmes."

Jenny and John began to list Sherlock's physical disrespect, and Sherlock sat in front of the fireplace and flipped through the newspaper, pretending that what they said had nothing to do with him.

John suddenly turned his head and asked Sherlock: "By the way, Holmes, do you want to live in the country for a while? I have an old friend, Colonel Haight. I met him in Afghanistan before. I once treated him. I have bought a house near Reigate, Surrey, and live there now. We correspond frequently, and he often invites me to visit him. If you like, Holmes, we can go and live together for a few days. In the country A breath of fresh air is good for your body."

Sherlock flipped down the newspaper, pretending to be serious and replied: "We'll talk about it after the few small cases at hand are over." He smirked and continued to read the newspaper.

Sherlock still knows his body very well...however, the next morning he found that he had a fever, =a=.

Potholes!

After Sherlock sneezed four or five times, he felt sore all over his body. He lay down weakly and touched his forehead.He obviously sat in front of the fireplace last night, how could he catch a cold?This is simply illogical.

"There's nothing illogical about it. Your body's disease resistance has declined, that's why you get sick." Jenny walked to Sherlock's bedside with the medicine and warm water, and handed the medicine to Sherlock. "Mr. Holmes, please don't pretend you didn't see the medicine, will you? You are not Cosette, and this is a pill, which is not bitter at all when swallowed with water."

Sherlock looked at Jenny with blood on his face: "Mrs. Hudson, what the hell is going on in your little head? I don't stop eating because of bitterness at all, I just think it's unnecessary."

"Hehe... Yesterday you felt that you were fine." Jenny stretched out her hand unyieldingly until Sherlock took the medicine and water and swallowed it.

"Have a good rest, Mr. Holmes, I'll bring you lunch later." Jenny was about to leave with an empty glass.

"No porridge!" Sherlock pulled up the quilt and said capriciously, "It has no taste at all."

Jenny: "..." As a patient, what else do you want to eat!

Sherlock wanted to fall asleep so badly that the time would pass faster.However, his joints were sore all over his body, and he couldn't sleep at all. Thinking about it, his head was dizzy, and if he moved a little more, he felt as if someone was hitting his head with a mallet.The medicine he just took also made him feel sick to his stomach.

Anyway, it's uncomfortable.

Sherlock swears that he will go on vacation as soon as he recovers from his illness.

Jenny knocked on the door meaningfully, walked through the living room and gently pushed open the door of Sherlock's bedroom, only to find that he was lying motionless on the bed with his eyes open.

Jenny: ==

Jenny simply pushed open the door, holding a tray in her hand with a bowl of hot tea with ginger and honey in it.

"Come and have some hot drink, Mr. Holmes. I just made ginger tea, it will be more comfortable to drink hot." Jenny put the tray aside, turned around and touched Sherlock's forehead very naturally, "There is still a little I have a fever." Saying that, Jenny helped Sherlock to sit up, feeling that his whole body was stiff... Jenny held back a smile and patted the two pillows loosely behind Sherlock's back, then turned around and handed the ginger tea to Xialock in a serious manner Locke.

... Ginger juice and ginger juice...

The food that Sherlock doesn't like first is green peppers with a strange taste, and the second thing he hates is ginger... But he still knows that drinking ginger juice will make you sweat easily when you have a cold, which is good for your illness.Sherlock took the bowl (why is it a bowl and not a cup!) and drank it slowly like taking medicine.

kindness?The taste is quite good, the taste of ginger is not too strong, the sweetness of honey completely covers the spicyness of ginger, and the taste of tea neutralizes the sweetness of honey. Stomach, as soon as the stomach is hot, the whole body is sweating slightly, and I feel much more relaxed all of a sudden.

"One more bowl." Sherlock said "heroically".

"No." Jenny put away the bowl, "I'll have dinner later, you go to sleep first... Didn't you prepare pajamas? You have to change when you sweat, or what if the condition gets worse?"

Jenny babbled and followed Sherlock's instructions to find out the clean pajamas and put them on the chair next to her, then closed the door lightly and left.

Sherlock thought drowsily, when did they get so close that Jenny would rummage through his things?And he listened to her nagging patiently... Could this be the feeling of being sick?

Sherlock slept until he woke up naturally. This time he slept very well. He slept until evening and woke up refreshed, but also sweaty.Instead of changing into the pajamas that Jenny had brought in advance, Sherlock changed into a shirt. He walked out of the bedroom just in time to see John rushing in.

"Holmes," cried John, "I was going to see you. How do you feel?"

"Much better." Sherlock poured a glass of water, but there was only cold water, he frowned, and put down the glass again.

John took out the medicine box from his bedroom and handed the thermometer to Sherlock.A few minutes later, John looked at the thermometer and said, "Oh, it's 38.2 degrees, much better than this morning." He checked Sherlock's face again, "It also looks much better, at least not as scary as the previous two days, You looked like a vampire yesterday, with your pale face and black eyes."

Sherlock replied: "I said it's not a big problem." He reached for his pipe as he spoke.

"Holmes!" cried John, and said gravely, "you must stop smoking until you are well; it will keep your spirits high and sleepless."

"Huh, smoking gets me high, coffee gets me high, tea sure does. Is there anything I can't do?" Sherlock sneered, but he threw the pipe back anyway.

John rubbed his hands awkwardly, "Let's go down and have dinner. When I came in just now, Mrs. Hudson said it was ready."

Sherlock didn't speak, but walked downstairs first.