[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 98

This thing is really cheating... No, it's cheating brother. The original idea of ​​the river crab Christmas is not only to sleep alone, but also to be careful not to be noticed by outsiders (boy servants) as something wrong...Is it a real brother?Is there such a cheat brother?

Sherlock, who ushered in Christmas, walked out of the room on the second floor he had just moved out of with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, only to find that Mycroft and John had woken up. With a crumpled shirt, he was sitting on a chair in front of the fireplace drinking ginger tea with a bitter face.

...Wait, drink ginger tea?

"Ha, look who this is? Watson, it's rare for you to get up so early." Sherlock gloated and stood a step away from the two of them.

"Oh, please, Charlie, don't say it so loudly." Mycroft covered his head in pain, and John also covered his head with a wrinkled face.

Sherlock paused and said, "That's not like you, Michael."

"I'm sorry, you have to forgive me, Charlie. I just haven't enjoyed Christmas for too long." Mycroft drank the ginger tea in one gulp and continued to rub his forehead.

"Why haven't you enjoyed Christmas for so long? I'll invite you every year from now on, okay, Mycroft, but next time if you're like yesterday..." Jenny handed a glass to each of Mycroft and John. A drink with a terrible smell, "Drink this, it will make you feel better." She turned to Sherlock and asked, "They both woke up several times in the middle of the night last night, and you didn't... didn't you hear?"

Sherlock: I hear you, lazy, anyway, Wood... deserves it.

Jenny: "I made porridge, and you two won't feel so uncomfortable if you drink a little later. But I have to say, you two deserve it."

John: "Sorry, Mrs. Hudson."

Mycroft: "...Jenny, darling, shouldn't you feel pity?"

Jenny: "Of course I sympathize with you, well, it's almost time to drink, and I have to carry the glass down."

Mycroft, who just drank a cup of ginger tea and felt better in his stomach, looked at the pitch-black drink in his hand, exuding a horrible smell of slightly sour, slightly bitter and slightly sweet, and felt as if he wanted to vomit again.

Mycroft mustered up his courage, gulped it down in one gulp, and as expected (?) ran to the bathroom to vomit.

Sherlock held his nose and took a few steps back. When Mycroft staggered and ran to the bathroom, he asked, "What is this? It smells so bad."

"This is hangover soup. It can empty your body of alcohol and make you sober... Actually, I've only heard of it. This is the first time I've tried it. It seems to work well." Jenny replied with a smile.

John silently put the cup at his feet, not daring to look at it again.

"Please don't use me as an experiment next time..." Mycroft rolled back on the chair in pain, feeling that there was still a strange taste in his mouth.

"Eat a candy." Jenny handed the candy to Mycroft, who quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

"You guys pack up later and come down to have porridge, Mycroft, your coat has been ironed, it's underneath. Sherlock, do you want to go down together?" Jenny asked.

"I haven't washed yet, I'll stay for a while." Sherlock stretched himself, feeling much better.

Although several people looked sluggish, after everyone finished washing and tidying up, only John was left sluggish.

Mycroft returned to his tall, ruddy figure, and had another breakfast at 221b.Sherlock changed into the Christmas present he had just received yesterday, and it fit perfectly, and he was very satisfied.

"Christmas presents?" Mycroft glanced at Sherlock. "Speaking of Christmas presents, our presents are still under the Christmas tree. Can you open them?"

"You're quite interested, Michael, when are you going back to your house? Don't you have nothing to do for Christmas?" Sherlock felt that Mycroft was really bored after this excitement.

"Come on, Xiali, let me enjoy the festive atmosphere more. The last time I celebrated Christmas was... more than 20 years ago, I remember correctly? Christmas should be spent with family members, right, Dr. Watson ... Dr. Watson?"

"Don't talk to me, I'm still suffering." John sat on the chair with his face livid and wrapped in a blanket, but he did feel much better after drinking the porridge.

"You should really try Jenny's hangover soup just now... Well, it's really hard to drink, but it's also very effective. Look at me, I feel like I can have two more cups now." Mycroft Te patted his stomach and made a "bang bang" sound.

John shook his head, if he didn't know how to drink it just now, it's fine, but he already knew it was bad, and with Mycroft, the "lesson" who vomited into a dog while holding the toilet, he couldn't drink it no matter what.

"Doctor Watson, would you like some honey water? I asked Fantine to change your sheets. You can continue to sleep for a while." Jenny came over and asked.

"Please, Mrs. Hudson." John vaguely remembered that honey water seemed to be able to soothe the hangover.

Mycroft: "..." Why do I have to drink that strange soup?

Then it was a pleasant time to unwrap presents. Jenny put many small gift boxes under the Christmas tree, some of which contained biscuits, some contained a toy, some contained a handkerchief, some contained a book... and one contained a small silver coin.

Gifts for others were given separately. Jenny gave John a stethoscope, Mycroft a whole jar of butter cookies, Fantine a small bottle of perfume, and Cosette a book. And of course Sherlock's whole suit.In addition to receiving a small pen, she also received a set of painting pens from John, a beautiful china plate from Mycroft, a tea set from Fantine and a set of tea sets from Cosette herself. A picture I drew, and homemade cards.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Hudson." Cosette happily delivered the present, without beautiful packaging or expensive picture frame.

"Thank you, dear." Jenny checked Cosette's painting skills habitually, and now she is more and more satisfied with Cosette's talent and hard work.Maybe in a few years, Cosette can be sent to a special school to study, Jenny thought.

The gifts that the men gave to each other were very simple. John gave Sherlock a pipe--if possible, he decided to give one every year--and Sherlock gave him a pen in return.Mycroft was not in the habit of giving gifts to men, but he had brought a box of good cigars to share.

After dawdling for a long time, John finally couldn't stand it and went back to bed to rest, and Sherlock also decided to drive Mycroft back before he had dinner.

"My God, Charlie, I'm your brother," Mycroft grumbled, getting dressed.

"That's not why you hid here, brother!" Sherlock handed over Mycroft's hat, "Now that everyone knows that you have an extra place for Christmas, I'm afraid you won't be able to come to my place next year' Asylum'."

"I'll talk about next year next year... Oh, I really hate those boring invitations, I'd rather come to eat Jenny's cooking...Charlie, you are lucky to meet her, you don't mind if I come to dinner every week ?”

"No!" Sherlock closed the door in front of Mycroft.

"Is Mycroft gone?" asked Jenny, coming down the stairs. "I thought he was going to be here for supper, and I was going to buy groceries and bread."

"Leave him alone." Sherlock clapped his hands. "What do you think, Mrs. Holmes, that we can go out to dinner tonight?"

"Really? That's a good idea. Actually, I don't really want to do it. It's too tiring." Jenny was very happy. "I heard that there is an event in Trafalgar Square... Do you want to go and see it?"

"That's exactly what I mean," Sherlock replied.

The few days from Christmas to New Year are a rare time of rest. London is full of joyful atmosphere. There are many singing, acting and acrobats on the street. They go out for three things every day, eating (drinking) and having fun.

Sherlock actually doesn't like crowded places, because such occasions will make him too excited or nervous, and his brain will become slow, but Jenny is still very interested in this kind of excitement.

So the two split up.

Jenny is still a widow in terms of social and interpersonal relations, so she received friendly invitations from friends, and at this time Sherlock would play the violin or do experiments alone on the second floor of 221b Baker Street.

After the new year, John started to move out of Baker Street. Jenny felt very sad. Rent is one aspect. Oh, of course, this is not the point. The point is that John is really a person who can hold Sherlock in every way. Good base... good friend.If he moved away, Jenny would feel... from all aspects that she was under a lot of pressure.

But having said that, John is not only able to hold Sherlock, but his character makes people willing to be his friend.First of all, John is very loyal to his friends, and he is gentle and polite to others. He also has a reliable side as a soldier, and he is rigorous and serious in doing things, so you can't help but trust him.More importantly, John is very tolerant to his friends. Even if it is a poisonous tongue like Sherlock, as long as it is not directed at himself, John has always listened to it as a joke, er... this seems not very good, but Even if Sherlock is venomous at him, he can still treat it like a strong wind, and he won't be angry for long, and he can think about it in a blink of an eye.

"I didn't expect you to have such a good feeling for Watson." Sherlock said with a long face. "I also noticed that the other protagonist is me. It sounds like I'm a villain in your story?"

"Of course not!" Jenny smiled flatteringly.

"Then go ahead, come on, Mrs. Holmes, this time take me as an example." Sherlock picked up his pipe and stood in front of the window.

This is their new game. Sherlock randomly finds people or things for Jenny to observe, and then makes simple analysis and reasoning, while Sherlock will give some small guidance at the end. Jenny is very fascinated, very interesting, and Very useful.

Um... Jenny poked her temple.

Sherlock... his mind is naturally top-notch, and there are probably only a handful of people in Britain who are smarter than the Holmes brothers.That Moriarty is also a man of the city, and he is said to be Sherlock's greatest enemy, but Jenny has read Sherlock's self-made event book, and he did miss a time or two in Moriarty's hands, but it is not necessarily He really regarded Moriarty as "the worst enemy in this life" or something.Jenny guessed that Sherlock didn't take Moriarty seriously a few years ago, otherwise he and Mycroft would have joined forces once, and several Moriartys would have died long ago and couldn't die anymore.

Sherlock just knows that without a "professor", there will be a "mentor", "reaper", "king"... or whatever, and as long as the shadows of London remain, people like Moriarty will always be No less - that's why he loves this era so much. Countless criminals have racked their brains to create all kinds of difficult cases, just like pieces of sweet pastries in front of him for him to choose.What Sherlock hates most is that his brain is as dull as a rusty machine, and what he fears most is when his mind is high and there is no case to let his brain idle.

"What the hell is this analysis, Jenny, are you reading those boring novels again?" Sherlock felt unable to understand, what was going on in his wife's mind all day long?What was his greatest fear, he was never afraid of anything.

"Of course not. I'm just talking about the facts." Jenny thought her analysis was quite good. "Don't you think what I said is wrong?"

"Even if you say so, it's useless. I already guessed it. You read those little stories written by Watson, right?"

"Uh..." Jenny couldn't deny this, she had indeed been reading John's previous stories about his cases with Sherlock.Apart from the fact that some of these stories were allowed to be published and some were not, Jenny thought John had a talent for writing.

"Tsk, why does his brain soaked in romance always fail to understand the point? I have said long ago that as long as the case is recorded from an objective point of view, it will be fine. Those redundant descriptions completely mislead readers, and even prompt The ending makes the whole story lose its fun." Sherlock pointedly guided Jenny.

...You are the only one who has lost the fun... Alas, Mr. Sherlock Holmes's emotional intelligence is as usual today, and there is no possibility of saving it ╮(╯▽╰)╭