[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

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Close to mid-October.

Autumn in Oxford carries an indescribable fantasy and chill.The water surface reflects the floating clouds in the sky. The classical European traditional buildings with a strong cultural atmosphere stand on the banks of the Thames, and the pointed domes seem to pierce the beautiful sky.

Everything is on track.Jian Ruo walked out of the bookstore with a heavy book in her arms, feeling sorry for the money in her pocket, and thinking about where to spend the long afternoon, the glass sliding door closed behind her with a bang, and a bicycle "swished" It passed her eyes, leaving only an afterimage, which gracefully disappeared at the bottom of her retina.

— startled her.

After finishing the twice-weekly tutorial, Jian Ruo felt that her whole body had come alive. She took a book list and picked out a lot of books. Now she just wants to find a place to rest and enjoy her alone time.

——A time alone.

She had the foresight to turn off her mobile phone, in order to avoid a text message from someone who would not be ingenious [Please return quickly for convenience. ——SH] [If you are inconvenient, please return quickly. ——SH]——Enough is enough!She thought it was such an important thing, but Sherlock just wanted her to help get the reagents in the refrigerator...

... scumbag.

Jian Ruo didn't want to recall her psychological shadow area at that time.

She sighed and covered the sunlight with her right hand to look into the distance.In the distance, there is an old man playing an accordion, with silver hair all over his head, and the years have engraved life rings on his face that will never die.

Jane Ruo likes the melodious sound of the accordion.

very beautiful.It's a bit like the feeling of a sunflower rising to the sun, full of vigor and high spirits.

So, where to go next?

Jian Ruo tilted her head, thinking in a daze.

……

Jane pushed open the door, and met Sherlock who was facing the back of the sofa and was wearing a nightgown coat in the sofa.

...looks like a bad cat.

The useless cat heard the movement, turned its ears to look at her: "You went to the cafe. Why don't you stay?"

"...I don't think cafes are suitable for a cold person like me." Jian Ruo turned her back to change her shoes.

——Can Nima be tolerated if they are all lovers? ? ? ?When she pushed away from the cafe and looked up and saw a young couple kissing passionately, she knew the pill.

... When she was listening to the soothing music and was about to enter the study state but heard some dissonant voice, she knew—it was really over.The little café was bursting with pink—she never knew there were so many couples in Oxford! ! !Did everyone get together for a date today?

"Ah, by the way, Sherlock." Jian Ruo kept supporting the wall with one hand, as if she suddenly remembered something, "Can you lend me your laptop?"

Sherlock looked Jian Ruo up and down after hearing the words: "Thesis? Check the information?"

"Congratulations—you got the answer right." Jian Ruo dragged her tone, "I really don't understand, it seems like you haven't been to school once? Don't you go to class?"

"Class?—boring." Sherlock returned to his original posture, with his back to Jane Ruo, hunched over, motionless, "...I need something exciting... Cases, murders, nicotine, whatever What?! But why is today another boring day??? I’ve had enough of such boring days!!”

"..." Jian Ruo's gaze was a little frozen, and she felt that some kind of anger was gradually welling up in her heart, but she was suppressed by her strong self-control, "I sympathize with you very much, Sherlock... If you Can you explain what's wrong with our walls?! Everything was normal before I left the house this morning???"

—Is this a murder? ? ? ?

"Oh——I bought it before, and it arrived today, as you know." Sherlock replied in a muffled voice without turning his head.

--……What do I know? ? ? excuseme? ?

"So we have a gun now? Wait..." Jian Ruo put her hands on her hips and covered her forehead with her headache, "That's not the point, the point is how you got the gun, oh no, I forgot that this is in England... …Ahhh, you can’t use a gun here!! It’s stated in the contract that you can’t destroy this house!!!”

"Boring." Sherlock shifted his posture, like a cat who is too lazy to move its nest, and has no guilt for what he has done.

... Sometimes I really want to kill this bastard in front of me.

Jian Ruo thought blankly.

"The computer is in my bedroom." Sherlock said suddenly, "Do as you please."

...Ah...Actually, sometimes people are not bad?It's not like he's going to be killed, hahahaha.

Jian Ruo scratched her head, her tone was a little high-spirited: "I'll get it right away, thank you!"

……

Out of a certain subtle sense of self-consciousness, Jane Ruo has never seen Sherlock's bedroom—nor has she ever shown the slightest curiosity, although for her, this is the first time she has shared a room with a man alone.The amazing thing is that she is very sure that Sherlock is a "gentleman" in a certain sense, and she has an intuition from the first face, and her intuition has never been wrong.

A man, or boy?Jane would have no hope for the bedroom, but Mr. Sherlock Holmes' bedroom is obviously very unexpected.

Unexpectedly clean and tidy, even a clean freak like her can't find the slightest problem - in fact, she likes Sherlock's arrangement very much, some utensils are neatly arranged according to size, classical and symmetrical wallpaper, the bed is very Neat, even the pillows are symmetrical, completely in line with Jian Ruo's aesthetics.

The notebook is placed on the cabinet - this is the only place that Jane can't bear to look at, it's messy and disorderly, she notices with sharp eyes that there are a few stacked books on the left corner of the notebook, so that when typing Is it out of balance?

Jian Ruo went up and took out the books, and stacked them neatly one by one, aligned with the corner of the cabinet, 90 degrees, perfect.

Then took the computer away.

When pulling the door behind her back, Jian Ruo accidentally glanced at the big bed.

Smooth and wrinkle-free, it looks like an unoccupied hotel bed.

...Well, I always feel a little weird?

She closed the door.

She turned around, and the first second she saw the living room, she couldn't help but twitched the corner of her mouth. ——she knew why she felt strange.

Because the contrast was too stark—maybe before she went to see Sherlock's bedroom, she could tolerate the messy living room and turn a blind eye to it, but once there was a contrast, she began to feel that something was wrong all over her body.

Some books were opened and dropped on the floor. A corner of the newspaper was rolled up, and a cup of coffee was pressed on it. The coffee cushion stood alone by the foot of the coffee table, and it seemed that it could be rounded and rolled by itself at any time. Even the cushions were slanted. There were even one that was propped on the sofa that was about to fall.

Jian Ruo almost felt that the bedroom she saw just now was her hallucination.

...the comparison is really exciting.

Sherlock sat up at some point: "—Jane, your obsessive-compulsive disorder is getting worse."

"Huh? Me? Obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Jian Ruo pointed at herself, "I don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, are you making a mistake?"

"I think only the very obsessive-compulsive can appreciate a Mycroft-esque room and neatly arrange stacks of insignificant books."

"Mycroft?" Jian Ruo touched her nose, "What are you talking about?"

"This is a small experiment." Sherlock simply stood up and strode towards Jane Ruo, "The room was organized according to the specifications of a senior obsessive-compulsive disorder patient, Mycroft. I intentionally left out the books on the cabinet—the result was really bad. As I expected, oh, obsessive-compulsive disorder. Should I be grateful that you were able to ignore the situation in the living room before?"

"...What's the point of this test?" Jian Ruo was speechless.

"Of course it makes sense—at least let me know how much your tolerance for mess is—" Sherlock said righteously and confidently, "I have no way to determine what I should do without evaluating your behavior pattern ——!”

"..." What a miraculous reason, Jian Ruo was so pleasantly surprised that she wanted to give Mr. Holmes a capital zero!

She didn't bother to care about Sherlock who had fallen into self-mode, and sat on the single sofa with the laptop in her arms and pressed the power button to prepare for work.

Turn on the computer, go online, Google.

Well……

My hands are already on the keyboard, but I'm hanging over it, not knowing what to search for.

So bad, the brain is like mush.Feeling bored, she casually typed in Oxford and clicked to enter the official website of Oxford University.

But he was caught by a message.

[The world's top polygraph expert Dr. Carl Lightman will give a speech in our school. 】

... polygraph expert?

Jian Ruo subconsciously looked up at Sherlock. He got some patches from somewhere—Jane Ruo guessed that they were the legendary nicotine patches, and then stuck them on her arms. moans of pleasure.It's as if you've run out of opium--

Jian Ruo frowned, wanted to say something, but kept her mouth shut. She glanced at the message again, so she simply googled Dr. Carl Letterman.

This doctor mainly studies facial expression recognition, emotion and interpersonal deception. He enjoys a high reputation in the world. He uses micro-expressions to judge lies. He has jobs with the US government, the Federal Emergency Agency, the CIA, the military, and companies from all walks of life. relation.In a sense, there are mixed opinions. Those who approve of him think that what he studies is science, and those who don't think he is a complete liar.

Where is Sherlock?

She likes his reasoning and approves of his deductive method, but she has always been skeptical about micro-expressions.Sometimes Jian Ruo feels that this method of reading people's hearts is like cheating - he can easily tell whether the other party is lying - can Dr. Letterman do it too?

She lowered her eyes thoughtfully.

Then close the webpage.

Professor Carl Lightman came to Britain to give a speech.

He is of English descent.

For the past two days, I have worked hard for the exam...without a word of enthusiasm =_=

It feels like my saved manuscripts are slowly being taken away, I am so... how those authors who update [-] a day do it is scary.

I adore such a great man.

The head is fried QAQ

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