[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

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Obviously, Jian Ruo is not the only person who thinks that some questions have not been answered clearly and wants to communicate in private.She had long noticed the eager look on the white boy's face, who had just finished his speech and rushed past like a rocket launcher.She sat on a seat at random with her chin resting on her shoulders, and cast her gaze far away at Dr. Letterman surrounded by the crowd.

"Hi, Jane." Gillian sat next to her and took out a bag of French fries from her bag. "It seems that Carl needs a while. Do you want French fries? This tastes good."

"Oh, thank you." Jian Ruo took the fries obediently, "Uh... Actually, I also have a question to ask the doctor."

"Well, I guessed it." Gillian blinked. "Actually, if you don't mind, maybe you can ask me first—Carl and I are old partners, and we have a good understanding of the knowledge in this area."

——Actually, Jian Ruo didn't know what she wanted to ask.

This is a very strange feeling. For example, there is a very strange cat with special functions beside you. You are always curious about his special functions but you don’t want to provoke the cat, so you have to hold yourself back and make a cat. The shit shovel officer who quietly smoothes the hair of the master, and then one day, you find out!It turns out that there is another cat in the world, which seems to be of the same breed as my family, subtly similar - so I can't help but want to take a look, and want to observe the cat that doesn't belong to me. , to deepen my understanding of my own cat—but now I realize that this is not a breed of cat at all, and I can only work hard on similar fur.

Jian Ruo felt very tired.

After thinking for a long time, she decided to tell the truth: "...Actually, it is a friend I know. He is very powerful, just like Professor Letterman. He can judge whether the other party is lying or not by his micro-expression..." She He looked at Gillian hesitantly, not sure if he should continue talking.

"Really?" Gillian looked surprised. "That sounds really nice, like Carl — Carl's a great friend."

"I'm still not sure that Dr. Laitman is an expert in reading micro-expressions, so I want to ask him, can micro-expressions really judge deeper emotions or even a person's past experience?" Jian Ruo was a little confused Looking at Gillian, "I mean, um, Professor Letterman can judge whether the other party is lying or not through micro-expressions, but we all know that this method has a limitation in the questions asked, if the questions are right and right to the core This will indeed be a good way to judge lies or not—but my friend can, he can see through a person, this person's occupation, life, some personality and even physical problems..."

"Well, it looks like your friend is a cool genius." Gillian blinked. "Maybe handsome?"

Jian Ruo was amused: "...Fortunately...not very handsome." She touched her nose.

"To be honest," Gillian turned her gaze to Carl not far away, smiled and waved at him, "Sometimes it's annoying to have a friend around who can see through everything—after all, this is a country full of lies." world." She smiled, "Together with these talented people who are stubborn and even have a bad temper, it is tiring to always tolerate them, but they are worth it." She turned to look at Jian Ruo again, " As for your question - I don't know how your friend sees through a person's experience, but before I met Carl, I also thought it was a bit of a dream to see through a lie with a micro-expression - but the facts have proved everything. Do you want to Believe in your friend, you already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

Jane was silent for a while.

Yes, there is already an answer.In fact, there was no need to ask anything. After listening to the speech, she knew that Professor Letterman was different from Sherlock, and he couldn't give her any answers.

From beginning to end, the answer has always been in her heart.

It's just that she was always suspicious.

Jian Ruo tilted her head: "Yes, have you ever eaten Chinese hot pot?"

……

There is no problem in the world that cannot be solved by a hot pot meal, and if there is, then two meals.

Food knows no borders, Ji Lian's eyes are shining, and she wants to eat Chinese hot pot with Jian Ruo.

"Anyway, there is nothing to do for the time being." She looked at Carl Letterman with a smile, regardless of the exaggerated disbelief on his expression, "We can stay here for a while, eat something good, and then go back to the United States... ...After all, Jane lives here and is more familiar with the delicious food here...."

"Yes, yes, eating is a big deal." Jian Ruo echoed.

"You probably forgot." Carl Letterman raised his eyebrows, "I am the authentic British."

"But you don't know what's delicious in England at all." Gillian didn't buy it.Letterman was speechless.

Jane doesn't care about this mess at all.As an onlooker, she watched with great interest when Gillian "persuaded" Professor Letterman, who seemed very "difficult". In fact, she could see clearly that this was not "persuasion", but a man It's just following Gillian quietly.

"You two have such a good relationship." Jian Ruo said suddenly.

"...Jane, did you misunderstand something?" Gillian froze for a moment, and soon understood what Jane meant, "Carl and I are good old friends—I'm married." She flashed the ring on Jian Ruo's hand.

"Oh—is that so? I'm so sorry." Jian Ruo was a little surprised.She glanced at Dr. Letterman. In a sense, Letterman is much better than Sherlock—at least he can kill Sherlock instantly in terms of emotional intelligence. ...why do you think of Sherlock again?She brushed her hair uncomfortably, took out her phone and looked at it, there was no text message, no emergency call.Cell phones are surprisingly quiet today.nothing happened?she thought casually.

Why didn't I feel it before?It turns out that such days are full but boring.Even if I met new people, went to new places, and did new things, but...it was so boring, as plain as boiled water—maybe it was because such a step-by-step life was too boring, Jian Ruo would Such a sudden meal with a foreigner you just met?

If only something exciting could happen.Jane Ruo smiled at Miss Gillian while thinking this way, completely oblivious to the subtle overlap between such thoughts and Sherlock.

Although I always look forward to it when it doesn't come, but once such a dull day comes - why do I feel so depressed?

......

Letterman maintained his inherent demeanor from the beginning to the end, followed behind the two ladies, and did not interrupt the two people's communication about "eating". pacing.Ji Lian hugged Jian Ruo's arm, and the intimate appearance of the two made it difficult to see that they had known each other for less than a day.

...women are truly amazing creatures.

However, before reaching the place, Jian Ruo heard the sound of her mobile phone ringing——

Of course it can't be Sherlock, because Sherlock only sends text messages and never takes the initiative to call.

Jian Ruo smiled apologetically at the two of them, picked up the phone, and raised her eyebrows at the beating "Lestrade"—although she did have Officer Lestrade's phone number, the actual contact between the two Not too often, let alone the other party calling her, Jian Rong pressed the answer hesitantly: "Hello?"

"Jane? I'm Lestrade."

"Ah! Officer Lestrade, long time no see." She stared at her toes, and then quickly glanced at Letterman and Gillian who stopped talking next to her. "Well... what do you want from me?"

"...Jane, I don't know how to tell you—in fact, things are very complicated. Although I trust Sherlock very much, but..." Lestrade said a little hurriedly.

"What did you say?!" Jian Ruo keenly grasped the key words, her eyes widened in surprise, "You mean Sherlock? What happened to Sherlock? What happened??" Her voice couldn't help but amplify Some, Letterman over there and Gillian looked over together.

"...It's actually Sherlock..." Lestrade sighed, "He was arrested by Scotland Yard."

! ! ! !

......

Jian Ruo really didn't know whether to be happy or unhappy about this kind of thing.

She still didn't know what happened, Lestrade hesitated on the phone, said a few words in a low voice, and then hung up the phone, but it was Sherlock—he was so powerful, there shouldn't be much trouble Big question?Even though she said so, Jian Ruo was still a little worried, she hurriedly apologized to the two new friends: "I'm really sorry, something happened to my friend, I have to go to London first, I can't be with you at night It's..."

"London?" Gillian was a little surprised, "What a coincidence, why don't you come with us, Jane, we are going back to London, and Carl has a car that can take you to your destination."

"Really? Is it convenient?" Jian Ruo was about to be stunned by this surprise, and she could save the cost of living in London—the poor people really can't afford it, "But you haven't eaten hot pot yet! "

"Hot pot can be eaten at any time, but your friend is in urgent need of help, isn't it?" Gillian smiled and patted Jian Ruo's shoulder to comfort her, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

... I am really thankful that today I was able to meet Dr. Letterman, who is of English origin and driving, and she invited them to dinner with a convulsion—otherwise she would have to go to Scotland Yard in London to find Sherlock.

Well-meaning Gillian asked Dr. Letterman to drive the car to Scotland Yard while comforting her——out of some kind of motherly care for the "young like an underage" girl, Gillian even called Wright Mann sent her to Scotland Yard.Letterman shrugged, tilted his head, and easily agreed to this request, which was not too much. — After all, "Jane looks just like Emily (Carl Letterman's daughter)" (Gillian)

Lestrade had been waiting outside for a long time, and he greeted her anxiously, avoiding Jian Ruo's eyes uncomfortably—this made Letterman on the side squint his eyes.

"What happened? Officer Lestrade?" Jian Ruo asked him.

"Jane, you must calm down." Lestrade pressed Jane's shoulders, "Actually, we received an anonymous report today, and when we arrived at the scene, we found Sherlock Holmes in the middle of the crime on site."

Jian Ruo's head buzzed, and she suddenly realized something: "Oh—it's nothing strange." She repeated, "It's nothing strange—you know, Sherlock always likes Showing up at crime scenes, he likes to solve puzzles."

"But——it was in a private apartment." Lestrade looked at Jian Ruo seriously, "There is only Sherlock in the room—and the dead man who fell on the ground—"

The Xiaoxia you want~~~~~~~~ I guessed wrong, there is actually a next chapter == Why don’t we update today and stop tomorrow?

Come, choose yourself.

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Hey, you little cuties, you said it yourself, let the comment area of ​​a Shenxia fan be full of two subjects and three subjects, are you doing it right?Not good? ?That's right! ! !great! ! ! ! 【A satisfied face】

I have already thought about it, and decided to ask for leave and go to school later to study subject two.Although this will be troublesome, it is also a very interesting experience to think about!After all, not everyone will fail Subject [-], and not everyone will ask for leave to take Subject [-], right?right? ?Not everyone is going to spend the night on a train miserable, right?One day, I will use these rare materials in writing, and then you will see that my heroine failed the second grade or stood overnight on the train ==

This is not a big deal, Mr. Zhao, I have never experienced any big storms!

It's just a subject two, if you pass it, you will pass it, and it will be better if you pass it, I want to enjoy the scenery of the examination room again!

By the way, reading tips, this is the last case of this volume, which is considered as the climax of the first volume, so it is longer and more exciting than the previous two cases [Self-feeling]

Well, yes, more foreshadowing too ==

It's not Voldemort, it's the foreshadowing madman [Manual goodbye] I was stunned when I saw this for the first time, but I finally realized it when I saw it for the second time... There is no fluctuation in my heart and I even want to laugh = =

The realism in this article, my dears, is not magical realism. There are absolutely no superpowers and any plots that do not conform to Newton's three laws.

I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the characters have to be drawn in the same way to communicate with each other...

I feel that every time the author has something to say, there are two hundred words ==

This must not be my fault, it's all because you are too cute, so I can't help procrastinating. The author has something to say to chat with you.