[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

"Click—" Jian Ruo closed the door casually.

Sherlock was one step ahead of her, sitting on the Chinese-style recliner she turned out from the attic, with his arms resting on the armrests and closing them in the middle, slightly covering his facial expression——Sherlock had already taken off his coat at this time , wearing an exquisite dark purple shirt, which outlines his muscles that are not exaggerated, and the sleeves are rolled up, revealing half of his beautiful arms.

Exquisite like a painting.

Jian Ruo bent down to change her shoes, the ponytail she tied had loosened at some point, her waist-length hair slipped from one side as she bent down, she straightened up, walked to the window on the other side of the living room, opened the window, Putting down the olive translucent curtains, there are street lamps on both sides of the road outside the window, typical European style, reflecting a small piece of hazy yellow, like a small cluster of flames, reflected in Jian Ruo's eyes at this moment.

When the wind came, she stood by the window.

"A polygraph expert?" Sherlock asked coldly.

Jian Ruo turned to look at him: "That's right, a world-class polygraph expert and an expert in micro-expression research."

Sherlock tilted his head, looking at Jian Ruo with a vague look.

Jian Ruo put her hands on the edge of the window and looked at him: "What kind of eyes are you looking at?"

Sherlock has already retracted his gaze: "Your purpose is obvious - there is no need, I am not one of those fragile goldfish, if you want to ask me something, you can ask directly."

she forgot—

Sherlock can always read people's hearts.It is precisely because of this that he is never afraid of misunderstanding.But she was always afraid—afraid that her questions and doubts would damage the friendly relationship between the two, but she forgot that the sensitive person was never Sherlock Holmes.It is inevitable to judge others by oneself.

She shook her head, she just felt that her previous self was absurd like a sudden dream, and she didn't even understand herself, why should she treat her friendship with Sherlock so carefully—maybe it's just because he is too special , so special that she can only treat him in the most special way, to keep him?

Yes, keep it.

If Jane understands this clearly, Sherlock is like a gust of wind, he is unique and absolutely special, a complete genius who will never stop for anything—perhaps as Sherlock himself said, this is In a world full of goldfish, how can a goldfish retain a human being with a wider world?

She can't do anything, she can only work hard to understand the world that belongs to him, as if she can get closer, as if she can maintain this unequal friendship.

Jane Ruo looked at Sherlock with a smile: "...I don't want to tell you this. Anyway, you just think that I have met two new friends. I am lucky today, but obviously you are much more unlucky."

"..." Sherlock remained silent and lowered his eyes. Jian Ruo was a little dazed in the silence. The two of them were not far away, one was standing and the other was sitting, as if they suddenly became very far away. Far, so far that people can't see each other's sides.

"...Oh, maybe." He seemed to have just woken up from a dream, breaking the strange silence, and looked up at Jian Ruo, "Actually, I'm surprised that you will rush to Scotland Yard this afternoon." He was very calm Said without any trace of "surprise", "According to my simulation of your personality, dinner time, London thousands of miles away, unfamiliar co-tenants, difficult finances... I can't think of why you would Come here, are goldfish as elusive as you?"

——…It was unexpected.Shouldn't he have said something about the case?For example, why did he appear at the scene of the crime today, and why was he arrested and entered Scotland Yard... There are so many things he likes and is willing to care about, why does he have to say this?

Jian Ruo's fingers moved slightly: "...Have you forgotten? You are my boss, we have a contractual relationship." Her voice was very soft, making one suspect that this voice would sink into the night.

"The prerequisite for the execution of the affiliation relationship is an order. I thought I didn't send you any orders."

Oh, spare her, how else could she answer?Said to be a roommate, a classmate, she is a kind and just person who is brave and caring about the people around her?

—Forget it, how could Sherlock not see it?Her kindness and justice are always based on the basis of "it's easy" and "not troublesome". This kind of casual reason is just a lie that she doesn't mean.

Although it was said before that the two of them are friends, but in such an occasion, saying "because we are friends." would only make Jian Ruo feel numb, embarrassed and sensational.

She was a little overwhelmed and avoided Sherlock's sight.

The electronic clock hanging on the wall glowed, and she watched the beating numbers until the final [21:00] was formed on the screen.

unavoidable.

"...Of course you don't." She pretended to be relaxed, with a look of indifference, "But I thought... you no longer have only Mr. Skull as a friend?" She felt embarrassed and embarrassed just after she finished speaking , "Well... why are you so sleepy, I'm really tired today, it seems I should go to bed." She let go of her hands and walked to her room, her steps were a little unsteady.

Sherlock quietly watched her back, like a cat, calm and hidden.

"My reasoning is wrong." He watched Jian Ruo hurriedly took out the key to open the door of the room, his voice was a little low, "...I'm glad it was wrong."

No one heard.

……

……

Dreaming again.

In the dream, she was on her way.

Walking in a white mist.She came in a hurry, rushing to a falsehood.As far as I could see, there was no one but herself and her shadow.The world was so empty for her, she wiped the sweat that didn't exist, and was full of anxiety, but she couldn't find the place she was looking for.

There is nothing behind her, as if there is a huge monster lurking, devouring everything behind her quietly; in front of her is a fog that cannot be seen clearly, making her nowhere to escape—Jane is in vain Running forward, but never seeing the light.

She finally stopped.

On the floor like a lake, she lowered her head and saw herself.

Jian Ruo woke up from the dream.

At five o'clock in the morning, the alarm set on the mobile phone hadn't rang yet, so she lay quietly on the side, silent.She sat up in a little confusion, leaning against the head of the bed, the quilt slipped off, and the coldness in the air made her shiver.

The brain gradually wakes up.She lifted the quilt, climbed down from the bed, took the key to unlock some old locks on the door of her room, and couldn't help yawning when the door was gently closed.

She didn't see Sherlock standing on the edge of the window sill, watching her calmly.

Maybe it was because she deliberately lightened her steps, or maybe it was because the soft soles of her own shoes landed silently, Jian Ruo quietly turned into the bathroom, and after finishing everything lightly, she quietly glanced at Sherlock's bedroom.

——Should you still be sleeping?

She tied her hair as she walked, with a comb in her mouth, showing a small waist.

—hope there's still bread in the fridge.

"Obviously there is no bread, if you haven't lost your memory within three days." Sherlock's slightly magnetic voice came to mind in the living room, and Jane Ruo was startled, her hands tilted, and some of her fast-tied hair fell loose again.

"I like your powers of observation, Jane." Sherlock stepped past her and opened the fridge, "—it makes me feel like... me and it don't exist." He gave a deadpan smile.

Jian Ruo was speechless.

"...I didn't expect you to wake up so early."

"Of course, you always observe the world with your brain, not your eyes, oh. How great, I'm always proud of you, Jane." Sherlock took out his experimental materials from the refrigerator, and answered Jane casually.

...Did Sherlock eat explosives today?

Jane Ruo pretended not to hear Sherlock's words, she touched her nose resentfully——

"What happened yesterday?" she asked Sherlock. "Why did you show up at the scene of the murder in the first place? I thought you would rush there at least if a case was established."

Sherlock curled his lips, spread his hands, and put on an innocent look, seemingly indifferent: "—who knows? Maybe I'm the murderer?" He said so, pulling up the corners of his lips to show a smirk, "— — just like that bunch of stupid goldfish thinks."

"Come on, Sherlock." Jian Ruo rolled her eyes, "For your brother Mycroft's sake, don't make such jokes."

Sherlock glanced at her with an unclear expression, muttered something, and naturally sat back on the sofa, his expression turned serious, and he put his palms together on his chin: "—the deceased committed suicide. He held the knife in both hands and pierced it straight into his abdomen. A neat cut—just like a precise anatomy expert does, a deadly cut, with no mistakes in precision.” He raised his eyebrows without changing his expression, “—very superb.”

"But if it's just suicide, why did you appear there? You're not interested in a suicide case." Jian Ruo dug out two pieces of chocolate from the refrigerator—she didn't know when she bought them, and put them deep in the refrigerator Almost completely forgotten, she looked at the packaging, ordinary tinfoil, without any production date, and estimated that it should not have expired, she opened it and sniffed, and there was cursive English printed on the corner of the chocolate, Mia, I don’t know which country it is from She took a bite of the brand, which contained hazelnuts, and it tasted good. She nodded while eating, and Sherlock couldn't help frowning when she heard her pouting: "Can't you be quiet? Jane, you interrupted my thinking."

Jane quickly stuffed the chocolate into her mouth, took out the milk from the refrigerator, and took a sip. It was a little cold, but she needed stimulation in the morning—especially when she was with Sherlock.

"If you want me to say, you should exercise your anti-interference ability, my dear." She raised her hand and motioned to Sherlock, "—there are always too many distractions in this world, poor Sherlock, the world will not adapt you."

"Boring." He turned his head annoyed.

"But you haven't answered my question yet." Jane still held the carton of milk in her hand.

"Didn't I give you the information about the deceased?" Sherlock feigned surprise, "Didn't I show you the scene? Didn't I analyze the circumstances of the deceased's death with you? Oh, Jane, your little What is in your head? Everything is in front of your eyes, you just need to lift your little finger and turn the clockwork—oh, sorry, I forgot, your head is as empty as a blank sheet of paper , can't turn at all." He looked indifferent.

...Mom, I really need to beat this guy.

With a grimace, Jian Ruo put the milk box heavily on the table with a "bang".

Sherlock didn't even lift his eyelids: "Are you angry? Because I pointed out a fact? Oh, fragile goldfish."

If Jane didn't say anything, she fell back and closed her eyes silently.Maybe everyone who has been with Sherlock for a long time should master this skill - silence is the best answer.

She sighed faintly.

Reassure yourself that this is a common problem of geniuses.

—they're always a little unlovable.

Sherlock glanced at her calmly, his expression unchanged, but the movement of his hands slowed down a little, he lowered his eyes so that people could not see the expression in his eyes: "...it seems that you are not only empty-headed but also Impatient - incapable of even basic questioning."

"I don't like forcing others to do things they don't like." Jian Ruo opened her eyes, pretending to be indifferent, "It's not a big deal, you can talk about it or not."

"lie."

Jian Ruo twitched the corner of her mouth: "Hehe, a kind person like me..."

"lie."

"Boom!", Jian Ruo slapped the table with a slap, and almost at the same moment, Sherlock quickly picked up the test vessel that was still on the table. "I don't!"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow: "... oh, that's good... I mean, you're so... kind."

Jian Ruo: "..." She withdrew her hand in a swish, while calmly rubbing her numb hand, while trying to maintain a calm expression on her face: "...Okay, now you can say gone."

"I thought I had a choice, Jane." Sherlock calmly watched Jane make some threatening gestures like showing off her muscles in front of him.

"You have." Jian Ruo looked innocent, "I'm very democratic, you can choose to explain directly..." She blinked, pursed her lips and showed a smiling face, "Or remind me indirectly."

"..." Sherlock choked, and turned his eyes away, "I have reminded you that the level of professional suicide can be compared with professional medicine, and I have also given you the personal information about the deceased Taylor Ada, isn't my reminder not obvious enough? ? Where does an ordinary white-collar professional come from?"

Jian Ruo was a little dazed: "...but you started saying it was suicide?"

"Yeah," Sherlock nodded, "it was indeed suicide."

Jian Ruo looked confused: "...Yes, he committed suicide, but his suicide level is very high, he shouldn't have such a high level..."

"The point is, if it was suicide," Sherlock looked at Jane, "why did he choose the most painful way, and just as I arrived, Scotland Yard rushed to the scene after receiving a report."

"Will Scotland Yard believe it? In fact, he committed suicide... No, according to what you said," Jian Ruo tried to analyze, "it wasn't suicide at all. But you said that he stabbed himself, someone can fake it Is it an illusion of letting others stab themselves?"

Sherlock moved the corner of his mouth, wanting to say something, but Jian Ruo looked up at him the next moment.

There was still a kind of astonishment and sobriety after a sudden realization in her eyes.

"—It's hypnosis!"

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