[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

021.

"It's impossible." Jian Ruo said with determination, "Sherlock can't kill someone! Absolutely impossible!" She felt that her tone was very calm, but Jillian held her back with some concern.

"Hey, hey, Jane, calm down," Lestrade tried to comfort Jane with a headache, "Calm down—actually, I don't think it will be Sherlock—after all, if it is him, he must I would choose a more advanced killing... No, no, no, no, don't stare at me like this—" He smiled wryly, "The timing of his appearance is really too coincidental."

"Can I go and see Sherlock?" Jian Ruo tried to keep calm.

"Of course—" Lestrade smiled.

He is really a very young police officer, full of blood and sense of justice, and very kind-Lestrade is really that kind of old man, Jane Ruo's mood is a little calmer, she can't treat Lestrade too much Too unreasonable, in fact, these have nothing to do with him.

All the way there were police officers in uniform, most of them knew Lestrade, greeted him, and looked at Jian Ruo and the three curiously, Gillian held Jian Ruo tightly hands—as if hoping that this would make Jian Ruo feel better.

In fact, Jian Ruo was just a little funny, angry and funny - Sherlock would never kill someone.She clearly understands this.

Turning around, I saw Sherlock with an indifferent face, sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, tapping his fingers on the table impatiently.Then she sharply raised her head and saw Jian Ruo.

Opposite him was a police officer with a ferocious face, who also looked up at this time.

"Oh, what a pity." Lestrade lowered his voice and lowered his head to hide his expression, "—it was Watson who interrogated Sherlock. He's not easy to talk to."

The man named Watson has already moved his chair and stood up, staring at Jian Ruo without blinking, as if provocative——

Jian Ruo pushed open the door.

"Hey wait! Jane...Jane!"

Gillian stood behind and glanced at Letterman beside her with some concern: "...Carl?"

Letterman looked at Sherlock in a dazed way: "...Huh?" He stopped shaking his body rhythm and went to look at Gillian, his voice was unconsciously nasal, he tilted his head habitually, raised his eyebrows, Forehead lines are clearly visible.

Gillian glanced at Sherlock, and couldn't help but look at Letterman again: "It's nothing."

The door was already open, and Jane Ruo stood at the door, looking at Watson opposite him with a "kind" face: "Hi, officer, good evening. You are very sorry for me, who has assisted Scotland Yard in completing two cases but is now under arrest." Did the poor roommate interrogate anything?"—she was irrational, but—fucking rational!Sherlock just helped Scotland Yard solve two cases, but now they are arrested by them? ? ? ?

Watson narrowed his eyes: "Well, if my memory is good—" He looked at Lestrade next to him, "Irrelevant personnel are not allowed to enter Scotland Yard?"

"She's my assistant—" Sherlock's cold voice sounded from behind him, "It's not considered an irrelevant person."

"Is a murderer qualified to speak?!" Watson turned back with a vicious smile.

"Who do you say is the murderer?" Jian Ruo was almost laughed out of anger. She had folded her arms, but now she couldn't help but push Watson in front of her, thanking her for her inexplicable strength—the police officer was pushed back by surprise He took a step forward, "Do you have evidence? Can you solve the case? It's amazing - you can make judgments on cases that haven't been revealed yet, why don't you go to heaven???"

"Oh, Jane, you are always so irrational." Sherlock moved his chair, stood up and faced the "battlefield", "Why do you always fight with goldfish? Let's go around it, after all, Mr. Was attacked three times and almost died here—”

"Shut up!!" Watson took a step forward and roared angrily.

Jane Ruo yanked Sherlock behind her, staring up at Watson fearlessly. She looked like a hen guarding her cubs, and she was about to attack in the next second.

Gillian quickly opened the door: "Jane! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Jane looked up and smiled at her, and grabbed Sherlock tightly with her hand: "—Of course I know very well that Sherlock definitely didn't kill anyone."

"Of course not - such a stupid way." Sherlock was a little sneering, his eyes passed across his arm held by Jane Ruo calmly, and his expression remained unchanged.

"Hehe, I've never seen a murderer admit that he killed—"

"Actually, he didn't lie—" Letterman, who had been silent all this time, stood behind, with one hand half-bent on the door frame, "his expression didn't show any liar—he was obviously telling the truth. He didn't kill anyone."

"Of course not! If it was Sherlock who killed the murderer, why would you guys catch him with all the stolen goods???" Jian Ruo looked absurd.

"Enough!" Watson twitched his eyebrows, his eyes wishing to turn into a knife, and slashed viciously at the group of people in front of him. "The interrogation is Scotland Yard! It's not you laymen who don't know anything, what you say is not lying , Do you think you are a lie detector?!"

"Hehe, Dr. Letterman is actually the top polygraph expert in the United States!" Jian Ruo let go of Sherlock's hand, crossed her arms, and raised her face coldly.

"An American—" Watson almost gasped out of his nose, "Why do you, an American, want to meddle in British affairs?! And you!" He pointed at Jian Ruo, "You are an Asian, right? Is there a mistake? Why would an Asian come to Scotland Yard in England—”

The incandescent lights made people dizzy, and Jane Ruo completely didn't want to talk to the police officer who insisted on her own prejudice. She apologized to Dr. Letterman and Gillian with a tired face, and saw the familiar Sergeant Blake at the other end of the corridor. As she was rushing over here, she narrowed her eyes slightly, knowing that the matter could come to an end for the time being.

After all, she had tried texting the number Mycroft had left her before coming.After all, Mycroft is Sherlock's brother.

I hope that Mr. Mycroft Holmes, who is in the "last position" of the British government, can remember his poor brother who was wrongly arrested and entered Scotland Yard soon after he came of age.

"The new meaning above—" Officer Blake's face was calm, "Sherlock Holmes assisted in solving the case—"

Jian Ruo's mind flashed that name -- Mycroft Holmes.

……

The four stood side by side in front of the gate of Scotland Yard, facing the vast night in front of them.

Sherlock had already put on his windbreaker, and the collar of the black woolen windbreaker was turned up to block the cold evening wind.Jillian hugged the first arm.

"I..." Jian Ruo touched her wallet, and decided to invite everyone to dinner—after all, the other party helped her, and she hadn't eaten the hot pot yet.

"No." Sherlock looked at her with a proud face, "I refuse to go for supper."

"..." Jian Ruo was stuck, she didn't want to know how Sherlock deduced it, so although she was embarrassed, she decided to ignore Sherlock altogether and continued, "I—"

"Oh Jane," Gillian smiled at her, "it's all right, we're not hungry, isn't it, Carl?"

Letterman was noncommittal. In fact, he was completely attracted by Sherlock, and looked at him with interest. His shirt looked wrinkled after this trip. Jane Ruo guessed that it was because he was sitting in the car while driving. Always on one side—very lazy.

"How did you know that Jian Jian invited us to have supper?" He still had a smile, and his attitude was exceptionally good.

Sherlock took another look at him: "What an obvious thing - the flour crumbs left by the hand subconsciously touching the pocket proves that she has been to the hand bakery at No. 32 Moran Street, and the store's opening hours are 7:5 am to [-]:[-] pm Refer to Jane's food intake and the afternoon's overuse of the brain to now it's time to be hungry, refer to Jane's oriental behavior pattern-she will definitely please everyone present, including you who sent her from Oxford to London So it's taking me too. And I don't want to have supper, obviously."

Jillian looked a little dazed.

Letterman raised his eyebrows in surprise: "well, although this is unbelievable, you are indeed telling the truth." He turned his head to look at Gillian next to him, "Foster, you should see—actually There's nothing harder to swallow than to recognize all the lies - and that's to debunk all the secrets - and they're all true."

Jillian held her forehead.

Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth: "Oh, it seems that you are very good at recognizing human facial micro-expressions—" He narrowed his eyes and looked at Letterman who was facing him with a hippie smile, "British, American, your shirt is at least Haven't changed in a week - Divorced family, oh, you have a daughter, a skeptical loner scientist, you don't trust anyone but your science, it's godly You've had cataclysmic changes that make you obsessed What was the reason for the work—oh, the obvious..."

Letterman's face had already darkened, and Jane Ruo hurriedly gave Sherlock an elbow to stop him from saying, "Enough, Sherlock."

Sherlock turned his head and looked at the flashing police car lights in the distance: "b."

"I'm really sorry... Dr. Letterman, Sherlock is always a bit out of date." Jian Ruo paused, and smiled awkwardly, "You guys go back quickly." She was really sorry, "I don't need to accompany you here. We are here. Thank you so much today, dear Gillian, and... Dr. Letterman." She scratched her head a little embarrassedly, "It's so late now."

Gillian smiled at her reassuringly: "...it's okay. We should go back now. You and your friend..."

"We can go back by car together." Jian Ruo replied quickly.

Gillian glanced at Jane thoughtfully, and then at Sherlock: "Are you... along the way?"

"Don't worry, Sherlock will send me back."—and go back with me.Jian Ruo silently added in her heart.

Gillian certainly didn't know what Jane Ruo was thinking, she looked relieved, and turned to look at Letterman: "Carl?"

Letterman glanced at the two of them inexplicably, and raised his eyebrows.

"Come on, Foster."

I was stunned!

I have something to say! ! !

gone!Swallowed!If I hadn't come back to catch bugs, I wouldn't have found that there was nothing to say! ! ! ! ! !

I said why no one answered my question QAQ I thought you don't love me anymore! ! !

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I'm about to enter v, I'm serious.

Will you still follow me?

I forgot all the other important points that the author had to say this morning! ! !

I hate Jinjiang! ! ! !