【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

"You, you, she..." Watson was a little incoherent. Sherlock sat on the sofa. Ling Miao walked to Watson and patted him with his paw pads.

"mum."

John, don't be surprised, you might experience it tomorrow too.

"What, me?"

Watson was a little surprised. Lingmiao shook his tail and told the story again, "I'm a little curious about what kind of cat John will become."

Speaking of which, Watson pulled out his phone and searched “What kind of cat is Suki?”

"Linqing Lion Cat." Sherlock replied.

"Is this a kind of...?" It was obvious that Watson had never heard of it.

"Chinese native cats are relatively rare."

"So that's how it is... Oh, by the way, Greg wants to talk to you about something, I almost forgot." Watson slapped his head, "It seems that there has been another murder over there. I've sent you the address. Go change your clothes."

Sherlock stood up and walked towards the room. After closing the door, Watson's hand stopped in the air, a little tangled, "Su Ji..." Ling Miao knew what he was thinking, so she raised her head and took the initiative to rub Watson's hand, generously saying "Touch it."

Watson carefully touched Ling Miao's head. Linqing Lion Cat... looks really beautiful.

Can I keep one?

Not long after, Sherlock came out. He glanced at Watson and Ling Miao on the sofa and said, "John, let's go. We have to get there as soon as possible."

Then he strode over, picked up Ling Miao and went downstairs.

The cat climbed from his arms to his shoulders, sat in the Sherlock car, and set off!

Watson stared at the scene in a daze. It was so strange and unsure. He decided to take another look.

"Meow." John, follow me.

Watson followed mechanically after being called and got into the taxi. He looked at Sherlock, then at the cat, "Take Suki to the crime scene?"

“She doesn’t shed.”

"That's not what I meant... Never mind." He just thought it was weird. Sherlock didn't seem like Sherlock...

Sherlock knew, Sherlock didn't care.

Arriving at the scene, Donovan was about to mock Sherlock as usual, but was startled by the cat on his shoulder. "Where did you get this cat from? Also, pets are not allowed to be brought into the scene."

"Sherlock?" Lestrade came over, and almost everyone was surprised to see the consulting detective's new appearance.

"Now is not the time for nonsense, Granger. Where is the dead man?"

"I told you it's Greg. Granger is from Harry Potter. You can obviously pronounce my name correctly!"

"You can call me but there's no need. The name is just a code name. Isn't it enough for you to know that I'm calling you?" Sherlock quickly changed into protective clothing, and Ling Miao jumped down considerately, "Meow."

You guys go in, I won’t go in as it will easily disrupt the scene.

Sherlock glanced at her, nodded, and walked into the crime scene.

Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief. He squatted down and said, "Cat, cat, come to me."

Ling Miao gave him a strange look.

He searched his pockets and finally pulled out a sausage. "Cats are supposed to eat this?"

"I have bags of milk here," another police officer came over and squatted down. He wanted to touch the cat, but Ling Miao took a step back.

Not a friend, no touching!

"What a cool cat." Someone sighed. Unknowingly, more and more people gathered around. When Sherlock and Watson came out, they saw a group of people gathered in a circle and making all kinds of strange noises.

Sherlock: ...silly goldfish

Watson: Is this some mysterious ritual?

Sherlock took off his protective suit and walked over. He knew without any reasoning that the person surrounded in the middle must be Ling.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, Ling Miao jumped up, leaped through the gap in the crowd, and used one of the people as a springboard to pounce on Sherlock. The other person reached out to catch her, and she climbed up Sherlock's arm and onto his shoulder.

Lestrade, who witnessed everything, showed an expression of envy and jealousy.

And a little tangled.

"Cat...keeping a cat?"

Is the difficulty a bit too high?

"Groot, I can hear you." Sherlock glanced at Lestrade, whose expression kept changing. "Also, don't look for me for such a simple case next time. The murderer is his secretary, and the evidence is in their chat records."

After saying this, he left with Ling Miao squatting on his shoulder and Watson behind him, leaving the detectives with confused looks on their faces.

"Let's find the chat records first! Once we have the chat records we'll know what happened," Lestrade commanded.

At this moment Ling Miao was thinking about demolishing the house.

Sherlock demolished her office, and she demolished Sherlock's living room. This is called reciprocity. [No]

"You seem to be thinking about something bad."

Sherlock suddenly spoke, and Watson asked in surprise, "Can you still make inferences based on the cat's behavior?"

"No, but I can infer based on Ling's thinking."

Even if she wasn't angry at him for demolishing the office yesterday (he now found it hard to believe that he would do such a childish thing), it didn't conflict with her revenge.

"You guessed it right," Ling Miao patted Sherlock's face with his paw pads. "So what? Can you stop me?"

Ling is quite childish now.

"I'm not usually the one who cleans the living room anyway." Sherlock was fearless.

makes sense.

Then let's tear down Sherlock's room.

It seems that Ling must find a place today. Sherlock tilted his head and looked at the cat whose eyes were rolling around.

For the first time, I discovered that he quite likes cats.

Ling Miao came to 221B and found Sherlock's room.

Quite neat.

The action begins!

Ling Miao showed his sharp claws.

Sheets? Scratch the flowers.

Curtains? Create fringe styles.

Book? Sweep it down.

……

Sherlock looked at his room which had changed drastically and Ling Miao walking away with her tail wagging and model steps, and finally understood what Wei Sheng Ling was thinking yesterday.

Ling Miao, feeling refreshed, jumped onto the single sofa and her eyes fell on the pile of bottles and jars on Sherlock's desk. After a while, she shook her head. These cannot be thrown around casually, in case there are any residual chemical substances.

That skull cannot be patted either, as it is Sherlock's friend. Just like she would not pat John's head for fun, Mr. Skull cannot be played with casually.

Then push over this pile of files. She had seen this several times. These files were usually handled by Sherlock himself.

Just do it.

When she jumped off the sofa and walked over, her outstretched paw fell on her palm. Sherlock was squatting behind her and stretched out his hand to stop her. Ling Miao made an innocent "meow".

I'm just an innocent little kitty. What does a little kitty know?

Sherlock snorted coldly, picked up the cat and put it on the sofa. "Aren't you sleepy? Aren't you hungry?"

Not hungry, I was fed enough at the Avengers Tower.

Whenever someone comes, they feed her a little. Whenever someone comes, they feed her a little. She is almost full.

I feel a little sleepy, but it is more important to demolish the house.

But now I feel even sleepier.

Sherlock didn't hear a response, he just saw the cat close its eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

What will your cat eat next is a problem.

Is British food really good for cats?

Ling Miao gave the answer herself. She sat on the table and moved the plate with her paws.

"mum."

I'm not hungry, you guys eat.

Cats won't eat it.

"I'll do it. I can cook cat food!" Mary was very excited, so Ling Miao finally had a normal meal.

Finally, where did Ling Miao sleep? She took out the hanging ring.

The cat king sleeps wherever he likes.

Watson and Mary took a few photos of Ling Miao and sent them into the brain. Ling Miao was very satisfied with it.

Finally, Ling Miao returned to his residence and looked at the bed that now looked super big.

Cats dominate the show!