[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

Jian Ruo sat on the chair, looking at the world with a look of hopelessness, and looked at the table with wandering eyes.

Lestrade glanced at the man who was swearing and applying medicine not far away, then at the underage girl sitting in front of him, and swallowed.

"Uh, Miss. If, in fact, sometimes, problems that can be solved with words don't need to be solved with actions..." He tried to reason with the girl.

She smiled, and looked at him kindly, her eyes were bright, she looked like a cute and cute girl next door: "Okay ~ white pig."

"!!!" Lestrade's face suddenly became serious, "You can't..."

"Yeah, I can't." Jian Ruo withdrew the expression on her face, and pointed at the man with one hand, "He can't either."

"..." Lestrade didn't know what to say.

"Isn't it obvious?" Sherlock tapped the table impatiently, "My assistant and I don't have time to spend here—unless you don't want to solve the case anymore."

Jian Ruo looked back at him: "Have you eaten the sandwich? If you throw it away—" She showed a cruel threatening smile, "Trust me, you won't want to know the consequences."

"..."

……

On the subject of sandwiches, it's obvious we need to set aside.

After all, the priority now is to solve the case, not to eat a damn sandwich.

——Although Jian Ruo doesn't think so.

"If you don't eat, you have no energy. How can you solve the case if you don't have energy??" She was very serious, spreading her hands to try to persuade Sherlock.

"Don't compare my physical strength with a goldfish like yours." Sherlock said blankly.

Jane shrugged.It was a pity for the sandwich that was thrown away in the chaos, and happily decided to add another meal to the heroic Mr. Holmes just now, "Okay, okay. Didn't you participate in the investigation just now? Is there any result?"

"It's boring." Sherlock stared at a certain place, "It's also a very surprising way to kill people."

"I think the simpler the method of killing, the less likely it is to be seen through." Jian Ruo touched her chin, "If the corpse has no wounds, could it be an internal injury? Sleeping pills or something? If it were me, I would like to use sleeping pills. Or drugged, use one to kill one, use one to kill another, use one to be accurate, no matter whether he is a burly man or a soft and cute girl, when it comes to my hands, use all drugs, get mesmerized first, kill whatever you want Killing like this—" Jian Ruo became more and more active as she spoke, one hand gestured for the knife, and the other hand was placed flat, and she also added the sound of "I Ka, I Ka, Ka Ka Ka Ka".

"...With all due respect," Sherlock's face was tense, "...you were chopping vegetables."

"..." Jian Ruo stopped in mid-air.

She coughed in embarrassment: "--Isn't this inexperienced? The last time I used a knife to cut radishes at home-do you want to eat radishes at night?" She felt that the calories of the three hot dogs had been exhausted in the chaos just now- —At the same time, I also felt the call of food, "—fried radish, steamed radish, and raw radish—how about I buy one now and eat it to satisfy my hunger? Wait for me?" Google Maps should display the location of the market. Kind of it, she thought silently.

Sherlock, with a complex expression, said: "...I thought we were here to handle the case."

"... Huh? Didn't we come out to visit the university?" Jian Ruo was stunned.

"..." The two suddenly fell silent.

Jian Ruo tried to explain: "In short-isn't it a matter of passing the case? And don't rush for a while-I mean, maybe strolling around the vegetable market and relaxing will help you find the breakthrough point of the case?"

"No." Sherlock put his hands in his pockets, the corner of the windbreaker was raised quietly, and the surrounding wind was blowing. "Imagine, if you were a murderer, what would you do?"

Jian Ruo jumped with her fingertips.

Sherlock just stared at her like this, and it seemed that he was just continuing the previous question. His gray eyes had no extra emotion, reflecting the glass-like light in the sun.

Jian Ruo moved her fingers, trying to relieve some kind of convulsion like a cramp: "...I can't judge, I don't know anything about the murderer, and I don't know the entanglement between the victim and the murderer-under such circumstances, the murderer Even if you want to imagine, you have to have a setting, right?"

--yes?

Sherlock's eyes glanced across Jian Ruo's fingertips seemingly unintentionally, and when he looked at Jian Ruo squarely again, he was calm: "The murderer is not someone close to the victim. The direction of the search is wrong, and the range of suspects has expanded."

"Then how do people die?" Jane looked at Sherlock briefly, "Didn't you say it was a very boring and unexpected way of killing people?"

Sherlock gave her a cool look: "Didn't you guess half of it?"

"... Sleeping pills?" Jian Ruo was a little confused, "That's it?" Damn, isn't she so perfunctory? ? ?

"Of course it's not just that, sleeping pills plus... suffocation."

"Suffocation??!" Jian Ruo was dumbfounded, "Could it be strangled neck...but there was no..."

"There are no traces of bruising." Sherlock lowered his eyes, "It's not a chokehold, it's a blockage of a foreign object - the autopsy report hasn't come out yet." He looked a little annoyed, "The group of unskilled goldfish - if you can put Give me the body—”

"—Don't!" Jian Ruo hurriedly stopped such crazy thoughts.

She sighed softly, raised her shoulders habitually, and looked sideways to both sides of the road.It's a nice place, it used to be nice, maybe it would be better if there hadn't been any murders, but the world is always like this, you can never control the world, and what you want to choose may never give you a chance to choose.

"What did the deceased do the day before?" Jane Ruo asked Sherlock, and smoothed a strand of hair that slipped to the side of her face behind her ear.

"Masquerade ball--a cover-up social event that obviously relies on male and female hormones to attract each other and finally achieve sex/intercourse, the deceased obviously had a conflict with some people at this dance, look at the dark pool of liquid on his clothes-cocktail, this It can also fully explain why he broke away from the crowd and went back alone in the end to meet his death."

"..." It was really unexpected, Jian Ruo curled her lips, "—Oh, it sounds really bad. Could it be that a passer-by committed the crime temporarily?——Since you said that it was not an acquaintance who committed the crime."

"... Passers-by? Why do you think it's a passer-by?" Sherlock's eyes flashed, and he stared closely at Jian Ruo, "Don't you usually suspect people at the ball first?"

"...I don't know." Jian Ruo avoided the other party's overly straightforward eyes with some embarrassment, "It's just a feeling... Let me just say it casually, um, don't pay too much attention to it——Anyway, I think the dead died The method does not seem to have too many flaws, so it seems to be premeditated for a long time, plus the location, posture, and... that is the atmosphere. I think the murderer is the kind of very cautious and careful person. This kind of person will definitely commit crimes. If it was me, I would definitely not go to any masquerade party on the day of the murder, because the risk is too great. If the operation is done properly, the suspicion may be cleared, but if the operation is not done properly, it will be exposed to the crowd Of course, everyone at the ball will be called for interrogation—why should we suffer? It would be more convenient for a passer-by to come.——I said it casually, but the details still depend on the autopsy report, don’t you?”

"Are you familiar with these?" Sherlock asked abruptly.

Jian Ruo was startled, and subconsciously bit her lower lip: "...Huh? No, it's okay...Maybe it's because I...well, have you seen some related film and television works?"

Sherlock stared at her face inscrutablely, and took the lead to look away before Jian Ruo's expression became stiff.

"In a sense, you are very talented." Sherlock slowly cast his eyes into the distance.

"Really? You mean detective talent?" Jane Ruo paused, a little flattered. Before she met Sherlock, she never knew that there would really be such a legendary genius in the world—a true genius with all the knowledge. Turned into a practical skill, a great genius, maybe she really accepted the so-called "goldfish theory" in her heart - all of them are goldfish, but Sherlock is not.Suddenly one day a goldfish like her was praised by Sherlock as talented, this feeling——she revealed a hint of pleasure, "Do you really think—"

"No, I mean, criminal talent."

Jane Ruo was stuck, she curled her lips, a little dumbfounded, she didn't take this seriously, but thought it must be a joke that Sherlock said to tease her.So she said indifferently: "Really? Sounds good. If I have criminal talent, then we are rivals? Criminal genius and crime-solving genius, tsk tsk, sounds very interesting."

Sherlock stopped walking, turned around and looked at Jian Ruo with a strange look: "...There won't be such a day."

"why?"

"You're so stupid and uninspired, I don't want to see a crime scene with dead bodies arranged in some strange shape one day."

"Hey, don't you think it's very creative? It's an angel or a devil, it's very gothic and has that sentimental feeling." Jian Ruo was amused by herself while talking, and hooked Sherlock's neck, and forced Press him down violently, making the opponent stagger.

Obviously at the beginning, I said to keep a distance, to maintain my aloof personality and so on, but once the mood gets better, I can’t help having fun, I will be familiar with myself, and I will do some inexplicable things until the original The image created with great difficulty has been thrown far away—it was like this a long time ago, and it can't change its nature even now.

——No matter how bad things happen to you, as long as a little bit of good things happen to you, you will get carried away with joy.

Somewhat impatiently, Sherlock Holmes wanted to get out of her "claw", but was stunned by her backhanded bear hug.

"...don't I owe you a 'thank you'?" She took a step back and met Sherlock's piercing eyes, "—you know, you saved me that time in London. If not You, I might be going to the hospital, but I forgot to thank you, which is really wrong. And today, if you didn't join in, I might get hurt by that rude racist or something."

"……"What's the situation now?thank?It does feel kind of weird.Sherlock looked at the other side fixedly, with unknown emotions rolling in his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled up and down as if he wanted to say something, and finally he clenched his fist into his mouth and coughed, "...I said it, I was Not to save you."

"Whether you want to save me or not is a subjective matter for you, but saving me is an objective fact." Jian Ruo didn't care, and then laughed, "I have a little worship of you now, maybe in the future I will still I'll be your fan! It's cool to solve a case, isn't it? If you have a fan group in the future, then I will be the number one fan, oops, that sounds really good!" She began to laugh.

——Number one fan?Sherlock hooked the corner of his lips secretly, then pressed it down.

He looked cold: "I don't want a goldfish as a fan, what's the use? Selling stupid? Or make it into a small dried fish?"

Jane Ruo: ...

...Your uncle, Sherlock! ! !

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Curly Miao stretched out his paws expressionlessly, and pushed the little dried fish with gleaming eyes hanging in front of his eyes, which looked like Erha.

[Ding~ Congratulations to the player, you have obtained a "Erha brand" small dried fish. 】

I’m in a good mood today, I’ve practiced twice and I feel good, but the coach still told me to make an appointment on the 17th == Oh my God, I’m going to wait for the appointment to be successful. I guess the exams will be on the 20th and school will start soon. I’m desperate , I have to continue the life of going to bed at 6:10 and going to bed at [-]:[-] every day. Thinking about this summer vacation, I really didn’t go anywhere, speechless.

I feel that the author has something to say and it has become my diary == the kind that records my daily life. [Shy] My friend asked me the name of the novel I wrote. I refused to disclose it. She said that if she caught me, I must post it in the comment area. Black me, bastard... She has changed, she is no longer my concubine.

By the way, the last chapter teased me one by one, this is playing with fire, do you know [raise eyebrows]

The author is not soft and cute at all, everyone who reported their height in the last chapter lined up one by one to stand up, I am a domineering president with an aura of [-] meters, okay? ! ! ! ! !

My harem is all over the world, although they are all taller than me, it doesn't matter ╮(╯_╰)╭The status of the general attack cannot be changed by height.

And I look much taller than I really am! ! !If you don't measure it carefully, you don't know how much I am 1.5 meters! ! ! !

Hum ╭(╯^╰)╮