[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 30

This is a difficult choice.Sherlock and John sat at the table with serious faces and watched everything in front of them.

Freshly baked bread, very good.Salad ham and cured meat, no problem.But why are boiled beans so lively that they can bounce from the plate to the ground?Why are there so many cookies for lunch?And also the shape, size, thickness, sweet and salty?And that, is that a horse?No frozen pudding?

"I'm sorry." Cosette said weakly, "the biscuits were made in a strange shape, and the pudding wasn't frozen..." (Sherlock: You forgot the beans.) "But Mrs. Hudson said it didn't matter, and she insisted I'll bring these up if you want." Cosette ran several times to bring up all the plates, although she was looking forward to being praised, the expressions of the two men made her feel like crying.

"Oh, it really doesn't matter, Cosette, you see, no matter what kind of biscuit you just need to eat it in your mouth, pudding... It's okay if the pudding is not frozen, we can eat it with a spoon." John couldn't see the little girl like this expression, he hastened to comfort her.

Sherlock turned to look at John.

Sherlock: Are you sure it's all right?

"Holmes, say something." John didn't pay attention to Sherlock's dissatisfaction.

"...Did Mrs. Hudson ask you to do this?" Sherlock asked Cosette seriously, and Cosette hesitated for a while, then nodded timidly. "Okay, I see." Sherlock felt that since the landlady didn't mind Cosette telling the truth, she certainly didn't mind... Oh, damn, he didn't seem to be able to do anything either. "Hope it's still available." Sherlock really hoped so.

Cosette almost ran downstairs without tears.

Sherlock and John sat at the table silently eating lunch, and John looked at Sherlock from time to time.

"What? What?" Sherlock finally asked when John looked at him for the fourth time.

"We shouldn't be too demanding on a little girl's first work, should we?" John felt that Sherlock seemed a little... too much just now.

"It's not a virtue to lie, and I didn't say anything just now." Sherlock felt innocent.

"That's true...but she's just a little girl." John just thought Sherlock should be softer and more tactful.

"So? Like you, forget about coaxing and cheating. I told Mrs. Hudson a long time ago that it is not a wise decision to bring a little girl back." Sherlock pushed the unripe beans aside, and Removed the pudding, which he thought was not very tasty.

"Oh...Holmes, don't be so impatient with children, otherwise what will you do after you have a child?" John said amusedly.

"Ha!" Sherlock let out an inexplicable cry, ending the topic.

In fact, Sherlock felt that apart from the undercooked beans, the weird taste of the biscuits, and the pudding being too sweet and not frozen (Cosette continued to run away in tears), this lunch was actually quite enough.Moreover, I am usually kind and friendly, so what is there to be dissatisfied with that little girl?

not understand!

It was still Cosette who came up to collect the dishes. The little girl has good self-recovery ability.

After running around for most of the night last night, John decided to continue to take a nap after smoking a cigarette, but Sherlock expressed his contempt for this kind of activity of "getting up at nine o'clock in the morning, eating lunch and going to bed", and he went out until Came back late...John thought he wasn't coming back for dinner.

"I went to find Mr. Darcy, and then invested the compensation he paid us in his new plantation. Well~ this soup is really delicious, this is what food should be." At dinner, Sherlock Explain why you are leaving.

Jenny: "What? Why didn't you say it earlier, or you would vote for me."

John: "Wait... Holmes, you said... us? You put my share in... Excuse me? What did you say, Mrs. Hudson?"

"Oh, Dr. Watson." Jenny exclaimed dissatisfied, "Have you forgotten? That Mr. Darcy has an annual income of tens of thousands of pounds. I think besides his ancestral property, he must also be very business-minded. It is possible to maintain such a large property, and investing in him will definitely make a profit...Mr. Holmes, it is too much for you to have such a good thing that you didn't even think of your poor landlord." Jenny complained angrily.

Sherlock was speechless for a moment. He really didn't expect Jenny... Then again, it has nothing to do with her. It's normal that he didn't expect it, right?

"Maybe we can wait until next time?" John comforted. Hearing what Jenny said, he was very satisfied with Sherlock's decision now.

"Oh, well," Jenny said dejectedly, although both she and Sherlock understood that "next time" was not an option.

"Ah, by the way, the steak tonight is awesome, and this soup..." John was about to change the subject when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Three times, one second, it's Lestrade, there's a case." Sherlock threw the plate and jumped up.

Sure enough, after Fantine went to open the door, Lestrade entered.

John was surprised to find that Sherlock had returned to his original position, and picked up the fork solemnly again.

"I'm sorry to disturb your dinner." Lestrade was sweating in the cold, and he couldn't wait to say something polite, so he said directly to Sherlock: "Holmes, please come with us. "

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, "I don't remember doing anything that would require a trip with you?"

"No, no, a case, Holmes, a case." Lestrade didn't hold on to Sherlock's reserved eyes for long, well, he knew very well that Sherlock did it on purpose. "Well, Holmes." Lestrade sighed. "There is a performance at the Royal Opera House tonight..."

"The opera La Traviata, performed by the famous female singer Irene Adler." Sherlock interrupted.

Lestrade: "...yeah...never mind the actors...well, well, a man fell from the ceiling an hour ago and he died...that's beside the point!" Lestrade De shouted excitedly, "The point is that the Duke of Windsor happened to be watching the show at the time. Holmes, do you understand the seriousness of the matter?"

"Oh, unlucky fellow," said Jenny suddenly.Lestrade wondered whether she was speaking of the dead man, or the Duke of Windsor, or him?Still talking about the actors who happened to be on stage at the time.But Jenny's opinion is obviously not important, what is important is that he is under a lot of pressure now, and he needs Sherlock Holmes to help him solve this nightmare.

"Interesting." Sherlock's eyes sparkled in the candlelight, "Did he fall to his death?"

"No, he died before he fell," Lestrade replied, relieved that since Sherlock started asking questions, he was interested in the case.

Sherlock: "When did it fall?"

Lestrade: "After the third act begins...well, not long."

Sherlock looked sideways at this inaccurate description for a while before continuing to ask: "I think you must have confirmed the identity of the deceased?"

Regarding this question, Lestrade also expressed doubts: "No... In fact, I asked everyone in the troupe, and none of them knew this person."

"Oh~~" Sherlock quickly had a new question, "Didn't anyone find out that there was a dead man on top of them before?"

Lestrade was speechless.

Sherlock stared at one place, tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, and the others did not dare to make any sound, for fear of disturbing his thinking.

"I need to go to the scene." Sherlock finally jumped up, "Watson, don't eat, move quickly."

"The carriage is waiting outside... I'll wait for you in the carriage." Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief again, turned around and walked quickly to the door.

"Okay, Holmes, I need to get some tools." John wiped his mouth and stood up.But Sherlock goes to Jenny instead.

Jenny:?

"One case, Mrs. Hudson, we might be late." Sherlock bent so far that Jenny could see the "bulingbuling" twinkle in his eyes.

"So?" Jenny thought there should be nothing wrong with her, right?But why does she think he looks excited and trying to push himself?

"So..." Sherlock suddenly stretched out his hand, and hugged Jenny tightly.Jenny screamed in horror.

"Please don't scream in my ear, Mrs. Hudson? I'm in a hurry." Sherlock wanted to rub his ears.

Jenny: "What are you doing?"

John: "Uh, Holmes?"

Sherlock: "I said I would be responsible."

Jenny: "..." == Damn it's so scary, please don't take responsibility.

Sherlock sent Jenny back to the room. There were no candles in the room, and only the slight moonlight shone through the undrawn curtains. Sherlock put Jenny on the nearest chair, and accidentally caught a glimpse of Jenny's red ears. The corner of Locke's mouth hooked unintentionally, and then immediately flattened.

"Okay, Fantine will light the candles and the fireplace for you, Mrs. Hudson. I have to go." Sherlock nodded and immediately went downstairs quickly.

Jenny sat in the armchair in shock, feeling the corners of her mouth twitching.

Fuck you, Holmes, what do you mean, you actually hugged me up, but you didn't turn on the lamp... You won't be killed by something, right?Is he intentional or unintentional?No pull, no pull, no pull... Jenny had so many ideas, she didn't even feel that Fantine came up to help her light the candles, help her light the fireplace, and help her put warm compresses on her feet.

After staying there for a long while, Jenny woke up with a start, feeling that she was really stupid now.She was speechless for a while, and decided to put this matter to the back of her mind like the previous few times. Anyway, with the character of Sherlock Holmes...or he doesn't have common sense in this area at all, right?

But Jenny overlooked one point. When she was struggling with something, it meant that something had happened.