[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 99

According to the previous agreement, Sherlock took Jenny to the New Manor in the suburbs for two days... It really was two days~~ On the first day, I took a three-hour carriage to get there, and on the second day, I took a three-hour carriage to come back... …

"Isn't this a scam!" Jenny was angry. "You can go back to London first if you have something to do. It's only been two days, and I haven't even visited my neighbors yet! Back and forth, is this a carriage!"

Sherlock flatly refused, "No, it's not safe for you to live there alone, the countryside is no better than 221b." The whole street has been specially taken care of by Lestrade, much safer than a suburban town.

But this kind of hasty going back is indeed Sherlock's dishonesty. He thought for a while and said, "How about we come back after finishing this case?"

"Do you think I believe you?" Jenny squinted at Sherlock.

Sherlock hesitated and said, "A letter?"

Jenny: "...hehe~" You're still on your horse, aren't you?

Naturally, there was a reason for Sherlock to return to London in such a hurry, because...he had received a telegram from Lestrade.

After the new year, Lestrade got the post of police inspector as he wished, and kicked his former strong competitor, Tebias Grayson, out of London - all thanks to Sherlock. It is a blessing to help solve the big international case.Sherlock also became ill because of this, but he had no interest in the credit for solving the case, and even handed over to Lestrade to operate it. Of course, this was also acquiesced by Viscount Bruce Willie, but Lestrade also because of this She owes a lot to Sherlock.

Lestrade felt that this kind of favor was not easy to owe, especially from Sherlock, it was definitely impossible to make a promise with his body, so he had no choice but to...

"So Lestrade promised to call you whenever there is an 'interesting case'?" Jenny exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes." Sherlock added, "Of course not for free."

"That's not the point at all is it?" You know how much trouble it's going to be to hide coming out with you?

Sherlock quickly closed his eyes and played dead.No matter how angry Jenny was, there was nothing she could do. Things were already like this.

When he arrived in London, Sherlock sent Jenny back to Baker Street, and went to find Lestrade immediately.Lestrade also jumped anxiously.

"Holmes, you're finally here...well, I mean, don't you always like to leave London?" Lestrade couldn't help showing anxiety in his words.

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

Lestrade was not pretentious, he directly picked up his hat and led Sherlock into the carriage.After sitting in the carriage, Lestrade told Sherlock the case.

"We found a female body, who was reported missing a few days ago, in the underground near Croydon Cross Street." Lestrade told Sherlock everything he knew, "I hope you are mentally prepared. "He handed Sherlock a few photos, and the corpse inside was horrible.

"We suspect that someone is ... practicing witchcraft," said Lestrade.

Sherlock didn't speak, he frowned and observed the photo carefully, then suddenly raised his head and asked Lestrade: "Have you moved the scene?"

"..." Lestrade was speechless for a few seconds, and he could only honestly say, "It's... well, that's the only way we can do this, the corpse has started to rot, we can't let it stay there and cause panic... I think You don't understand what panic is, but I can tell you that we remained there and just buried the bodies."

"Ha, I don't believe a word you said." Sherlock smirked, "Because you can't move it without destroying the scene."

Lestrade: "..." Nima, who said that this guy's personality has become milder?

When Jenny returned to Baker Street, she sent Fantine to buy something to eat, while she unpacked her luggage.John was taken aback when he entered.

"Mrs. Hudson? Didn't you go to the countryside with Holmes?" John asked in surprise, "Why... did you come back?"

Jenny: "...Hehe, the case is more important than the vacation."

John: "Oh, that's right... I, I came back to get something."

"Oh. How is the business of the clinic, Dr. Watson? Has your wedding date been fixed?" Jenny thought of a question, "Have you started a fire now? How can you eat?"

"Thanks, Mrs. Hudson," John couldn't help saying, "I hired a cook, but she's a terrible cook compared to yours. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean you were... well, you I understand, anyway, I think this is only temporary, and it should be better when I get married."

"Poor Dr. Watson." Jenny thought for a while, and said, "How about this, I'll give you a few bottles of jam and pickled fruit, at least you can spread a bread, mix a salad or something."

"Great...I mean, is this appropriate?"

"Is there anything inappropriate? When I made it, I also counted your share. If you don't finish it, it will go bad."

"Then I'll be more respectful than obedient."

Jenny and John went to the basement to move out some jars. Jenny took the empty bottles, distributed some pickled fruits and dried vegetables to John, and took a large basket to fill several bottles of jam for him, and gave them back to John. He filled two bottles of plum wine.

"Oh my god...that's...too much," John said sheepishly.He was only here to pick up a few books, but he brought back such a big basket.

"It's okay, we're all friends, aren't we? And it's just some vegetables and fruits. There's nothing to eat in spring. It's annoying to always eat beans and potatoes."

"It's true." John said with lingering fear, since he moved out of 221b, hasn't he eaten these two things every day? "I'm not being polite."

After sending John away, Jenny had nothing to do, so she cleaned the room. She opened the window on the third floor and watered the garlic and shallots planted outside the window. It happened that the clothes next door were being dried.

"Hey, Mrs. Hudson, didn't you say you were going on vacation, why did you come back?" Mrs. Potter asked through the wall.

"Yes, something happened, so we didn't go." That's all Jenny could explain.

"By the way, Mrs. Hudson, Dr. Watson has moved out. Don't you have an extra bedroom on the second floor?"

"Yes."

"Then are you still hiring tenants?"

"Well...Of course, but I promised Mr. Holmes to let him find a roommate by himself...you know him, it will be more troublesome if the roommate doesn't get along with him, so I just let him find it by himself. But I don't care, as long as He is willing to pay the rent, even if the bedroom is vacant, I have no objection." Husband doesn't need to stay any longer at this time?

"Oh...forget it then." Mrs. Potter gave up her plan to introduce the tenant.Mr. Holmes is not an easy man to live with, so let him take care of himself.

Jenny didn't expect that Lestrade really had a tricky case waiting for Sherlock this time, and Sherlock didn't know much about it for a week in a hurry.Before dawn, Sherlock quietly went upstairs to shake Jenny awake, and Jenny was not well.

"I need you to do me a favor." Sherlock drew the curtains tightly and lit a candle. "Do me some makeup. I know you're better at this than I am, Jenny. I need someone who is completely recognized." Makeup that doesn’t come out of me, and doesn’t come off easily when you wash your face.”

"...You woke me up in the middle of the night and you wanted to tell me this?"

"It's not the middle of the night now, it's almost dawn."

"..." Can I smack you?

Jenny put on her dressing gown helplessly, and by the candlelight, she found that Sherlock's complexion was not well, and his hair was also dyed dark brown.

"I think you need to eat and get a good night's sleep more now."

"I hope too, but at least I'll get through today." Sherlock washed his face with cold water and felt better.

"I can't do that." Jenny said forcefully, "I need to prepare some things, you can take a nap for a while... How long do you have?"

"Better before everyone's up," Sherlock said.

"There's still enough time, don't be in such a hurry, it's easy to make mistakes." Jenny helped Sherlock take off his coat, "Go to bed and lie down for a while, I have to boil some hot water first, and make you a cup of coffee by the way .Wake you up when I'm ready."

Hearing what Jenny said, Sherlock immediately felt exhausted. After thinking about it secretly, he also thought that there should be no problem, so he simply took off his clothes and rolled into Jenny's warm bed, and took a nap after a while. Started a small snore.

After Jenny lit the fire, she quietly went downstairs to light the stove to boil water, and Fantine got up quickly when she heard the sound.

"Morning... Mrs. Hudson, do you need help?" Fantine asked as she put on her coat.

"No, Fantine, you go back to bed. Remember, you got up at the same time this morning as usual, and you don't know anything else. Do you understand?"

"...Okay, I see, Mrs. Hudson." Fantine understood and went back to the room.

Jenny moved quickly. She boiled water, made a pot of coffee, cut two thick slices of bread, spread jam on it, and went upstairs with a pot of hot water.

Sherlock was still snoring.Jenny found the things he used to make up, because Sherlock required that the makeup be waterproof, and there were no waterproof cosmetics in this era, so Jenny had to mix some oils and other things by herself, which in her mind could only be used as a makeshift.

Jenny checked the time and woke Sherlock up.Sherlock woke up quickly, as if he had really just dozed off, and got up and dressed quickly.

"Eat something quickly, and then apply hot water to your face." Jenny said while laying out the cosmetics at hand.

Sherlock didn't talk much, just washed up briefly, and finished the bread with hot coffee.Here, Jenny has already poured hot water and prepared a hot towel. Sherlock took it and applied it on her face, and changed the hot towel twice. Then Jenny said yes.

"It must be said first, makeup is fine, but waterproofing is not as good as you think." Jenny mixed oil into the rice and mixed it carefully.

"Just in case, it's going to rain today, so don't get caught." Sherlock sat on the chair as Jenny said, and leaned his head on the backrest.

"Okay, what do you want?" Jenny asked from behind her chair, cupping Sherlock's face.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot." Sherlock took out a photo from his coat pocket and showed it to Jenny, "Try to be like this person."

Jenny looked at Sherlock's hand. The man in the photo had a wider face than Sherlock's, deeper features, and more protruding browbones. His overall demeanor...was gloomy.

"What's his complexion?" Jenny asked.

"Pale and feeble, like an aristocrat."

"Compared to you?"

"I'm much better than him, well, well, he's just a little fairer than me."

"Then there is no need to change the skin color."

Jenny lit a few candlesticks to avoid color difference. She saw Sherlock lying on the chair with a calm face, allowing her to manipulate his face, and her heart suddenly moved.

... Low oil, does it feel like a husband and wife team?

I paint, I wipe, I paint.

Jenny brushed off the last cents with a big brush and said, "That's it."

Sherlock stood up and moved his neck and shoulders first. Emma didn't expect to put on makeup for almost an hour, and her shoulders were almost stiff.Jenny opened the curtains slightly, it was gloomy outside as if it was going to rain, but the sky still brightened.

Sherlock was surprised to find in the mirror that his face looked wider, with protruding browbones, sunken eye sockets, higher nose bridge, thicker eyebrows, stubble on his chin extending to his neck, He now looks at least 90.00% similar to the person in the photo. Jenny doesn't even need to stick any props on his face. At most, he trims the sideburns with a blade, and turns him into another person with just makeup.

With Sherlock now extending the mirror to an arm's length away, even he himself would find it difficult to detect flaws. As long as others don't face him, they probably won't be able to find out that he is actually another person.

Sherlock looked in the mirror for a long time, and said to Jenny: "Now I finally know why you can find my makeup every time." It's so similar.

Sherlock made a few expressions, feeling as if his face was covered with a mask. He reached out and rubbed his forehead, rubbing a layer of grease on his fingers.

"Oh, my God, don't rub it too hard." Jenny touched up her makeup, "If it's just a little water, it won't come off, but you can't rub it too hard, you know? Of course it's best not to touch your face. "

"Perfect." Sherlock put down the mirror, "I knew we were meant for each other." He picked up the tie and handed it to Jenny, "Put it on for me."

"Oh." Jenny carefully covered her shirt collar over her makeup, and then tied her bow tie, "Be careful, Sherlock."

"I know." Sherlock leaned down to kiss Jenny, but she stopped him.

"Don't kiss me with someone else's face." Jenny said dissatisfied.

"Okay." Sherlock curled his lips and straightened up.