[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

The author has something to say: First of all, this is an extra episode in the future continuous tense (unfinished). This extra episode fully demonstrates how firm the HE is in this article.

In addition, it’s not that I don’t write the text, but that I’ve been so busy lately that I’m dizzy and feel that my brain is not enough. Emmmmm is a bit stuck, and I feel like it hasn’t been updated in a century, so write a side story and please make do, please forgive OTZ

Gao Meng in the front... 23333 I showed Shentu Juanjuan and she said it was cute... I just thought it was pretty cute.

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【Veronica Growth Handbook】

Four-year-old Veronica hears compliments like "Nica is the smartest little angel in the world" — from her mother — at least ten times a day.

And listen to no less than ten reproaches like "don't bother your mother" - from her father.

Every time her father said this to her, she could only roll her eyes and comfort herself in her heart... There is no serial murder in London today, ah, the world is so beautiful, my dad is so boring.

Veronica lives in a happy family of three. She has a magical mother and the world's only consulting detective father. When she learned about her father's unique profession, Veronica firmly thought that she would You must not follow your father's footsteps, or you will be like your father, who is so bored that you despise your daughter every day.

What's so disgusting!

Isn't it because my mother tied my hair, picked a skirt, bought snacks, told stories and sent me to school... I don't have time to go to the scene of the crime with you.

It's as if Mommy went to those small cases to solve the case and it will become more interesting.

Yes, four-year-old Veronica Holmes is still a Sherlock Holmes even though she is only four years old. She has inherited her father's perfect mind and her mother's excellent magic, which makes her a... magical Holmes, no, a little fairy who knows magic.

The little fairy looks like her mother, with big eyes and long eyelashes, she looks like she grew up eating cute, probably because of her father's genes, the ends of her hair are curled playfully, and the same is true for her eyes, which are deep gray and blue The faint green is like colorful glass.

Curly-haired double-tailed loli Veronica Fairy Holmes is sitting in front of a grand piano at the moment. The chair is so high that she can swing her two short legs without any scruples, and her small body has to move forward. Only by leaning a little can she ensure that she can play the piano without any obstacles.

The smooth and clear sound of the music echoed in the quiet room. At a certain moment, there was a momentary gap in the tone, and a human voice interjected: "Nika, "Inspiration of Harmony" is more suitable for violin concerto."

"I don't," Veronica pressed down decisively, "I just want to use the piano to play Vivaldi's concerto."

As she spoke, she flicked her finger on the keys, and slipped out a series of beautiful flat notes. She flipped through the music score, raised her neck to look around, but there was only a seemingly empty room in her sight—if she stood on a chair, it would be Can jump over the back of the sofa and see her father Sherlock Holmes lying flat on the sofa in his pajamas.

Apparently today's London is as peaceful as usual, otherwise Mr. Detective wouldn't be so bored as to lie on the sofa and listen to his daughter's willful playing.

Of course, another reason is that the person in charge of adjusting the atmosphere in their family is not at home today, and Veronica's mother, Comrade Su Fu, has gone to Germany.

"It's wrong here, it's not a D-flat—"

"Dad!" Veronica shouted angrily, and jumped off the chair, "Mom and I will never disturb you when you play the violin."

Sherlock's slow voice came from behind the sofa: "But I never play the wrong tune."

"You must have missed it," protested Veronica, "just because Mom doesn't know anything about musical instruments and can't hear it!"

"Really?" Sherlock got up slightly, glanced at her around the back of the sofa, and then lay back down again, "What does your mother usually say?"

Veronica ran up to him with a "thump, thud, thud, thump, thud, thump, thump, thump, thump, climbed onto the sofa, lying on his stomach, and said in a muffled voice, "Dad is always right."

"So you're the only one playing the wrong tune."

Veronica snorted angrily, resting her little elbows on Sherlock's chest, resting her cheeks with her palms, and said in a negotiating tone: "Anyway, mom isn't here, can I stay away for a few days?" Go to kindergarten?"

Sherlock lowered his eyes and asked clearly: "What did the kindergarten teacher teach you that you can't bear?"

Veronica blinked her big eyes and said, "Actually, it's nothing, but I'd rather go to Aunt Jasmine's laboratory..."

Sherlock hugged her small body to prevent her from turning over and falling, and reminded her: "But Jasmine may not like you going there, don't forget that you almost caused a fire last time."

Veronica pursed her lips, puffed her face halfway and said, "I didn't know that calcium phosphide would burn when it meets water..."

"Calcium phosphide is often used to make torpedoes and signal fires, and of course reacts chemically in wet environments."

"Aunt Jasmine has already told me," Veronica said, wrinkling her fingers, "when exposed to water, humid air and acids will decompose and can spontaneously ignite—so you see, kindergarten teachers don't teach this."

Sherlock chuckled, hugged her and sat up: "Then don't go, you won't learn anything useful anyway."

"I totally agree." Veronica nodded solemnly, and finally added, "Don't tell mom."

"Of course." Sherlock hugged her and got up, "if you can fool Sue."

As he spoke, he put Veronica aside and went to the kitchen by himself: "Let me see how our dinner should be settled..."

"No, let's take it easy—"

Sherlock frowned: "Don't you want to have dinner?"

Verony was silent for a moment, and then finally couldn't help screaming: "I'm not Mr. Skeleton, I don't like sitting on the cabinet at all, no wonder my mother said you don't care about taking me!"

Sherlock: "..."

In the end, they didn't find any ready-to-eat food in the refrigerator in the kitchen, because Su Fu had been away from home for three days, and the food that should have had already run out, so two curly-haired ones, one big and one small, with higher IQs than ordinary people, faced the chopping board A pile of potatoes, tomatoes, and green peppers was placed on the table, and the face was in a daze.

Veronica said: "I saw that my mother usually cooks with a magic wand..."

She said and poked a small potato with her finger——

The potato rolled twice and turned into a rough mouse without a tail. Its small eyes glanced at the father and daughter in front of the chopping board, and rushed out with a "swish", running really fast .

Sherlock, Veronica: "..."

The result of the two people trying to cook was that the chopping board was covered with all kinds of strange-shaped vegetables, such as a tomato that turned into a teacup—there was still a piece of leaf on the lid, and the potato that turned into a mouse was finally pulled out by Sherlock , Veronica tried to turn it back, and after a few attempts, the result was that the live mouse became a rubber mouse. Sherlock sternly ordered her not to do messy experiments when she couldn't control her magic, Veronica She curled her lips and retorted disdainfully: "Mom said that practice is the only criterion for testing truth."

"I don't object to your practice." Sherlock threw those messy vegetables into the trash can. "The key is, if you keep doing this, we won't have to eat tonight."

Veronica showed a fearful expression: "You want to cook?"

Sherlock intuitively felt that her tone was full of distrust towards him, and just as he was about to teach her a few words, the doorbell rang suddenly.

The visitor was Inspector Lestrade, a frequent visitor to the Holmes family.

It was Sherlock who opened the door, but the inspector bypassed him as soon as he entered, and went straight to Veronica who was sitting on the edge of the dining table.

"Nika, I knew you were home." The inspector happily bent down, and handed the paper bag in his hand to little Lori.

Veronica happily said "thank you" and tore open the paper bag, which contained a cute bear head cake.

The sweet smell lingered in the room immediately, Veronica raised her head and winked at her father—hey, I don’t need to eat your cooking (≧▽≦)/

Sherlock: "..."

He hugged Veronica off the table and asked in a very rude tone, "What's the matter?"

Detective Inspector Lestrade turned around and said, "I just came back from Blair's side, passing by, let's stop by and have a look."

Sherlock said, "Just came back from the scene—"

"The theft from Lordland Avenue Jewelers?"

The inspector turned his head in surprise when he heard the sound, and saw that little Lolita was holding a piece of cake and looking at it carefully, as if she could discover something extraordinary, while muttering something.

If you ignore her sweet and crisp loli voice, her tone of voice is almost indistinguishable from her father's.

"..."

"You forgot to take off your police ID card. You must have just come out of the scene. If it was a vicious criminal case, you wouldn't be so leisurely to buy cakes, and there was a report on TV this morning."

The detective sighed: "As expected of the daughter of Sherlock Holmes..."

Sherlock rubbed Veronica's head, and the latter dodged impatiently, looked up and continued: "And even if I didn't watch the TV report - there are only five stores selling this kind of children's cake in London, one distance from Blair Street The closest one is on Lordland Avenue, where there are several luxury stores on the pedestrian street, and the most likely thing to happen is theft."

As she spoke, she bit off half of the little bear's head.

"You have to eat less sweets," Sherlock frowned, "It's all my fault, how much information about dessert shops is in your head?"

Veronica immediately hugged the cake bag tightly, her cheeks puffed up and moved like a little hamster protecting food.

The inspector smiled and said, "Sherlock, it's normal for children to like sweets."

"No," Veronica shook her head and explained solemnly, "I don't like sweets, I'm just afraid that I won't have dinner tonight."

Sherlock who was questioned again: "..."

The detective held back his smile and quickly changed the subject: "How about it, do you want to go over and have a look?"

Sherlock waved his hand: "I don't want to waste time—"

Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head as if feeling something, and saw his daughter was grabbing at the hem of his clothes, looked up at him and said, "Let's go for a while."

Sherlock felt that it was rare for the little loli to take the initiative to let him take it out, so just as he was about to nod in agreement, he saw this guy rubbing his little paws that were still stained with cake crumbs on his clothes, and then muttered: "Anyway Always go out to eat in the end…”

Why are you always so determined that your all-powerful dad can't make dinner? ? ?

……

Lordland Avenue.

The jewelry store reopened after a few days of silence and rectification, but no matter how you looked at it, it was a bit sluggish. The inspector pointed to the porch of the one in the middle where there was still a yellow and black isolation tape floating.

Through the clear and clear glass revolving door, you can also see the magnificent decoration inside. There are delicate and bright glass counters on both sides, and there is a marble fountain in the center, but I don’t know why there is no water pouring down.

"That's it," he said in a low voice. "According to eyewitnesses, what happened was that the central fountain suddenly exploded, and then there was confusion among the crowd—"

Before he finished speaking, Sherlock pulled Veronica into the room.

The revolving door inlaid with golden metal edges slowly cut into pieces the evening light, and two shadows, one long and one short, slowly covered the light-colored steps. Miss Menying looked at this strange pair of father and daughter suspiciously, showing a standard smile Just as he was about to step forward to ask, Sherlock suddenly glanced at her, then raised his palm and made a "do not disturb" gesture.

Miss Menying was stunned for a moment, and felt that the curly-haired man with indifferent eyes looked very familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was for a while. In her blank stare, the man and little loli had already walked to the center of the hall.

The inspector caught up and explained a few words to Miss Menying, and the two people in front stopped in front of the fountain.

The indoor fountain does not occupy a large area, but it is exquisite and elegant, with white marble as the bottom and smooth and comfortable carving lines. It can be imagined that if there is flowing water reflecting brilliant lights, it must be a beautiful scenery that attracts people to stop.

However, at this time, the pool was dry.

Sherlock glanced at it, then suddenly bent over and picked up a little gray-black powder-like thing in the gap at the edge of the pool.

"What's this?" Veronica asked, grabbing his fingers.

"Very likely," he clapped his hands to dust off the powder, "it's calcium carbide."

"Calcium carbide?" Veronica wondered, "Is there any magical effect?"

Sherlock looked down at her, and said slowly: "Do you remember what we discussed before we went out?"

Veronica pursed her lips, her serious appearance was extremely cute, and a little boy next to her took a peek at her mother's sleeve from time to time.

"Does this compound have the same effect as calcium phosphide?" Veronica pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised her head and stared at her father and said, "That's right - it burns when it meets water, and throwing calcium carbide into the fountain causes the water to explode Cause chaos, get the attention of other people in the store, and steal the jewels, right?"

The little boy next to him was stunned, patted his mother's hand and said, "Mom, why can't I understand what she's talking about..."

Sherlock chuckled, rubbed his daughter's curly head, and said, "It's basically like this."

Veronica pouted: "Oh."

The detective behind her: "..."

"The compound of calcium carbide is a white crystal, and the industrial product is gray-black, just like what is left here. This thing is usually used to make acetylene gas and oxyacetylene welding. It can often be seen in chemical factories. You might as well check the area in London. Those factories need this raw material, and then narrow the scope, the target should be much clearer."

After Sherlock finished speaking, the inspector realized that the words were addressed to him, so he quickly agreed, "Okay—thanks."

Sherlock nodded, obviously used to the detective thanking him, bent down to hug Veronica, and strode out of the jewelry store.

By this time it was almost dark.

Veronica put her arms around his neck, looked at the inspector who was standing on the phone not far away, and whispered in his ear: "Dad, why didn't the inspector find the calcium carbide by the pool?"

Sherlock asked back: "Didn't you also find out?"

Veronica frowned, seemed to think that what he said was right, and felt a little embarrassed that she hadn't found the calcium carbide residue. After thinking about it for a long time, she finally found a suitable reason for herself: "Then It's because Dad graduated from the Department of Chemistry, and neither I nor the inspector, so it's normal not to recognize calcium carbide."

Sherlock choked on her weird logical thinking, and then said: "Su told you that I graduated from a chemistry major?"

Veronica nodded, and asked again: "Could the thief be a worker in a chemical plant?"

"Probably."

"Will he be shot if caught?"

"The chemistry major didn't teach me that," Sherlock said deliberately. "You should ask your mother."

Veronica couldn't understand: "Ask my mother? Isn't it shot - but punished with black magic for his crime?"

Sherlock: "..."

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Veroni became even more puzzled: "Didn't my mother major in magic?"

Sherlock said helplessly: "Su is a graduate of law school, I mean, she will tell you the arrest and trial procedure of criminals and the sentencing standards for theft..."

Veronica: "That's it...then let's call Mom."

As she spoke, she skillfully reached into Sherlock's pocket and took out her mobile phone, unlocked the code and dialed a number.

As soon as she got connected, she said straight to the point: "Mom, Dad asked if you will be shot for theft!"

Sherlock: "..."

Obviously you want to ask, why do you want to use your father's name?