[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 97

Mycroft came jovially, with a nicely wrapped Christmas present and a bouquet of flowers.As soon as he came in, Jenny started cooking fish. The fish had to be out of the pan to be delicious. Fortunately, the tomato sauce was prepared first.

"Mycroft, please go and call Sherlock and Watson down, and dinner will be served immediately." Jenny called out from the kitchen.

"Happy to help you." Mycroft didn't take it seriously, and went upstairs with a smile.By the time Jenny brought the turkey to the table, the gentlemen had come downstairs.

The huge turkey was placed in the center of the table, with a red rope tied to it, and a three-branched candlestick next to it illuminated it brightly, making it very appetizing.

Fantine served everyone a bowl of beef stew, and while they were drinking, she began to serve other dishes.

Sherlock handed the sober wine to Mycroft, who opened it, and then everyone poured a small glass self-sufficiently.

"Cheers to your health."

"Cheers to Christmas."

"Here, Jenny."

"Thank you~"

After everyone drank a glass of wine enthusiastically, the atmosphere became lively.Mycroft took control of the field with just a few words, and he didn't even make John who was talking to him feel any discomfort. Jenny watched in admiration, but Sherlock just echoed a few words casually, but his subordinates didn't stop, fully demonstrating: "I don't talk, I just eat fish quietly" position.

The most popular dish is braised pork. Although Mycroft emphasized the need to add pickled fruits, he immediately discarded the fruit as soon as the pork came out. One person ate almost half of the pork, and no one took more. , one piece at a time... just can't stand it too many times.John felt that it was not enjoyable at all. Why did the meat disappear?

Eggplant boxes are also quite popular, but at first glance they look plain and seem to be unattractive, but in fact they are very connotative.It was not the first time for John to eat this. Before Mycroft figured out what it was, he forked three eggplant boxes and put them on his plate.

Except for Fantine, no one in the house believed in God very much, so they didn't hurry to attend midnight mass, one night.

"No no no," cried Mycroft suddenly, a little too drunk, "Doctor Watson, you don't understand that war is inevitable, like a fast-moving carriage, even if you pull the bridle, It can't stop immediately. If you force it to stop immediately, you will only hurt yourself... Tell me, is this the truth?" Mycroft hiccupped and leaned towards John, very softly—in fact, this It's just his personal feeling——said: "But you don't have to worry, doctor. This matter is not sure, at least in my estimation, and it is estimated that there will be no major battles in decades. Oh, except for places like the Balkans, I don't like those Germans, they don't get along with us at all... But when the European war breaks out, we, we'll be old men, ha ha ha ha..."

"You're drunk, Mycroft." Seeing that Mycroft was getting worse and worse, Sherlock almost told him to "shut up".

"It's okay, it's just chatting, just chatting, I know in my heart, Dr. Watson is not the kind of person who can't be trusted." Mycroft was not completely drunk, and even if he said so, it is estimated that others would only think that he was Bragging, the point is, he hasn't been this happy in a long time.

But what Mycroft didn't expect was that this "other person" was actually only John.

Although Jenny's history is not very good, she still remembers such an important event as the First World War.For Mycroft's "prophecy" that can be decades in advance, Jenny was very surprised by his political vision, because indeed, it was not until 1914, when the First World War that involved all of Europe start miles.

Mycroft seemed very happy tonight, he kept pulling John to drink and brag, not at all like his usual reticent appearance.Until the meal was over, he sat in front of the fireplace with John and had a second drink. The two drunks called each other brothers, as if they were real brothers.

True brother, Sherlock Holmes stood at the door, drinking tea and considering whether to let Mycroft's coachman come in and carry him back.

"Sherlock, dear, can you come upstairs?" Jenny asked standing on the stairs.

Sherlock put down his glass, dropped Mycroft and John who were about to slide to the ground, and went up to the third floor.

"Christmas gift." Jenny smiled and took out a large and jaw-dropping box with a silk flower attached to it.

Sherlock took it in surprise, it was quite heavy, he checked the box quickly habitually, Jenny didn't care.

...Uh, it's the kind that Jenny is used to... well... Sherlock put the box on the table, and he had already guessed what was in it.He carefully took off the lace tape with the silk flower attached, slandering why Jenny packed so many things on it.

Sherlock glanced at Jenny, Jenny's eyes were full of joy, and Sherlock's slender fingers deftly unwrapped the packaging layer by layer. The wrapping paper was all intact and unbroken.

"Aha, a set of clothes?" Sherlock looked at the suit on the top layer, smiled, took it out, and thought to himself that he guessed it right: Jenny made a "three-piece suit" for him. He makes Christmas presents.But as soon as he picked up the suit, he knew he had guessed wrong.

The weight and volume are wrong.

"There are others." Jenny pointed eagerly, "I put them all below."

Sherlock put the suit aside, and took out the vest and trousers of the same color from the box, with dark vertical stripes, classic style, and thin suede, which is very suitable for the year-round temperature of 20 degrees in the UK.

Under the trousers is a white muslin shirt, which is soft and absorbs sweat.But there are other small accessories on the shirt, thin woolen socks, plaid scarf, single leather gloves, linen handkerchief, silk bow tie.

The whole set is from top to bottom, from inside to outside, in every detail.

No... and...

"And this." Jenny took out another tall box from under the table, apparently containing a hat.Sherlock opened it, and there was indeed a black top hat inside. Not only that, there were two small boxes in the hat, one contained a roll of leather belt, and the other contained a pair of dark brown crystal cufflinks.

"Are you planning to give away all the presents for the whole year at once?" Sherlock took out the cufflinks and looked at them. They were not of particularly good quality, but from a certain angle, the tea crystals would turn dark gray. , somewhat like the color of his eyes.

"Of course not." Jenny rolled her eyes and said proudly, "This is to tell you that I will contract your clothes from now on!"

Seeing Sherlock's narrow smile, Jenny smiled sarcastically, "Hmph, your wardrobe is unbearable, look at the clothes you bought, there are a lot of shirts and handkerchiefs, and only a few pairs of coats and trousers. Tut tut."

Sherlock made a strange expression, as if he was suppressing complacency, "I also have a gift for you." He walked into the bedroom, and came out in a blink of an eye, with a wooden box in his hand.The box was simple, without any packaging, but Jenny almost didn't drop it when she took it.

What the fuck is Emma, ​​she's so old, she almost missed it!

Jenny glanced at Sherlock suspiciously, but Sherlock had no intention of answering the question at all.The table was completely covered with the clothes Sherlock had taken out, so Jenny had to hold the box with one hand and open the lid with the other.

There was a handful of small silver guns in the box, and there were two bullets under it.

Jenny didn't know what to say. She looked up at Sherlock. Sherlock was unabashedly smug, with a look of invitation, like a cat that puts a dead mouse next to its master's pillow to repay its favor.

This gift was indeed beyond Jenny's expectations, but it was also very beautiful...at least much more beautiful than the second-hand one she got from the black market.

"I remember you had a handful of smuggled goods." Seeing that Jenny didn't respond, Sherlock reminded, "If I remember correctly, that style was eliminated many years ago because it was too easy to go off. So I sent you a handful of these." He came over and introduced Jenny to this beautiful little thing, emphasizing that it was custom-made by him at the expense of someone (Jenny didn't know it at all).

Jenny was intrigued by what he said.

"It would be great if I could try it." Jenny raised the empty gun and took aim.

"Remember our manor?" Sherlock reminded that they also had a small manor on the outskirts of London, which he bought at a huge price. "If you don't have anything to do, we can go and live there for a few days. I've got someone to clean up the place. It's not a good time to hunt, but we can try your new gun."

"Sounds like a good idea." Jenny put down the gun, looked at Sherlock with winking eyes, and stroked his left cheek with one hand, "When do you want to go?"

"How about going after the New Year?" Sherlock certainly would not let go of the delicious meal delivered to him, "Haven't you told me that you like this gift?"

"Of course... I like it."

"Knock, knock, knock." A sudden knock on the door interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere.

Sherlock asked angrily, "What's the matter?"

"...Mr. Holmes downstairs is drunk...sir, what should I do?" Fantine asked outside the door.

"I think you have to help him." Jenny stepped back, put the gun back in the box, and closed the lid.

Thinking of what kind of virtue Mycroft might drink, Sherlock also felt that he had to work hard. "Okay, I'm afraid I have to send him back, I guess he's already..." As he was speaking, he heard a "dong" from downstairs, which could be heard from across the floor.

Sherlock and Jenny looked at each other, and they opened the door and went downstairs together.

Mycroft was really drunk. When Sherlock and the others reached the second floor, they heard Mycroft singing "A Christmas Carol". Jenny had a hunch that the first floor must be terrible.

At the top of the stairs, I saw John standing at the door. I don’t know where I hit him just now. His forehead was bruised and purple, and his eyes were drunk and blurred. He still stood straight. He nodded to the door and said vaguely: “Mycroft, You're right, you're right, you're right. Cheers!" Then he poured it into his mouth with one hand holding the glass... but there was nothing in his hand.

"Doctor Watson!"

"Watson."

Sherlock and Jenny and Fantine walked quickly to John.

"Oh, dear!" Jenny and Fantine turned quickly.

Not far from the door is Mycroft, a fat man nearly two meters standing tremblingly on a chair, performing affectionately fancy bel canto: "A Christmas Carol".This is not a big deal, the question is, can he take off his clothes while singing?The problem is that he has already taken off his shirt and started to take off his pants, okay?

Mycroft's valet obviously had no experience in this field. He tried his best to support Mycroft to prevent him from falling off the chair, and at the same time tried his best to stop Mycroft from running naked.However, it was useless, Mycroft stood on the chair and began to untie the belt affectionately.

The servants are going to cry, okay?

At this moment, Sherlock's heart is broken.

Although Sherlock knows that his elder brother likes to use the rules to run his opponents to the brink, but in fact he doesn't care about the rules in his heart. In Jenny's words, it's boring, but he definitely wants to see his elder brother Under the public hall, at his house, in front of his wife, he performed a striptease... and brought his own accompaniment.

What about your dignity as the founder of the Diogenes Club?Just change the name to "Mensao Club"!

"Mycroft!" Sherlock dropped John, rushed forward, and together with Mycroft's valet, pulled Mycroft off the chair.

At this time, the difference between a sporty man and a lazy nerd came to the fore. Mycroft's struggle was of no use to Sherlock's arms, and he was torn off very smoothly.

The servant looked at Sherlock at this time as if he was looking at God, so when Sherlock knocked Mycroft unconscious, he didn't object at all, and even took the initiative to pick up the coat that was thrown on the table On Mycroft.

"Let Mycroft sleep here today." Sherlock patted the hair that fell to his forehead because of the force, "Just... let him sleep with Watson, and let the two drunks sleep together Come on. Wood, you will make a bed next to their bed tonight, and I will be next door to you."

Wood the valet: "Yes, sir."

Sherlock and the valet struggled to help Mycroft, who was like a dead pig, and John, who had been muttering all the time, to the second floor, and took off his coat by the way... Oh yes, Mycroft doesn't need to be stripped, and then Throw them both on the same bed.Mycroft and John fell asleep at once.

"Well, gentlemen, if you don't mind..." Jenny held up a camera with an evil smile, "How about taking a photo with two drunken gentlemen?"