[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

029.

……Nine.

Nine is a good number.

The number made her think of something.

Jian Ruo counted her steps while walking - from one to nine, and then to one.She walked unsteadily, lagging Sherlock by more than a foot, and looked stupid on crutches.

"Hi." She finally couldn't help but raised her head and looked at Sherlock, a little dissatisfied, "Can't you wait for me? I'm a wounded patient!" She simply stopped and hit him hard with her crutches ground, and then painfully found that it was of no benefit to her sore shoulders, but Jian Ruo was still strong-"...a poor injured!!"

Sherlock turned his head to look at Jian Ruo, glanced at her up and down, with a look of surprise on his face: "Oh, of course you are—do you want me to applaud your physical disability?"

"... This will be avoided, but I think you can walk slowly." Jian Ruo said seriously.

"But I think we can go back by car—we should go back by car, if you didn't insist on refusing." Sherlock was expressionless, with his hands in his pockets, "Of course—I don't care about it, you are the one who got hurt and not I, oh, don't you think I'm worried about you, why should I worry about you? I'm just deeply worried about your IQ - luckily stupidity isn't an epidemic, otherwise I wouldn't have I hesitate to isolate you."

……do not worry?Yeah?Then you talk so much nonsense?

Jian Ruo rolled her eyes, once again appreciating the legendary duplicity, lazily, she raised her fingers and picked her nails: "Oh."

"..." Sherlock's expression was a bit indescribable, he suddenly turned around and strode forward, his coat swirling in the wind, indescribably wanton and unrestrained.

"—Hey!" Jian Ruo panicked, "Sherlock, don't be like this—you wait for me!" She tried to move forward with her crutches, but she stopped at the same place with an "oops".

Sherlock's steps slowed unnaturally.

Jian Ruo knelt down and rubbed her legs: "... Oops! It hurts me to death!" Then she saw Sherlock turn around in a rather angry and aggressive manner.

She squatted there with a smile on her face, looking up at Sherlock who was wearing a light color not far from the street lamp: "Hey, handsome guy! I regret it! Shall we take a taxi?"

—she is a determined person, no doubt about it.

——But she is not willing to easily reject other people's kindness.

……

"...Is there still time to get off the bus?" Jian Ruo looked at the beating numbers on the taxi with pain.

"..." Sherlock gave her a disgusted look.

"You know, I'm just a poor student." She tried to explain to Sherlock—

"Oh, of course I know, and I also know that not long ago you had a job that can afford you." Sherlock stared straight ahead, too lazy to look at Jian Ruo, wondering if it was because he just solved a case, Sherlock's voice was rarely lazy, like a sleepy domestic cat who had just had enough sun.

Jane turned her head away.

Sherlock still kept his sitting posture facing forward, his eyes moved quietly to the left, and he glanced at Jian Ruo: "—By the way, what did you talk to that professional psychologist in the afternoon."

"I thought the content of the treatment didn't need to be told to others...?"

"Come on, of course you don't need to tell me—" Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth dryly, "considering that I chose to ask you out of respect and didn't directly interpret—"

Jian Ruo covered her chest in disbelief: "Hey, Sherlock! You are the Overlord's option!"

"Oh, what a good adjective, it's similar to the 'kind' you used to be, isn't it? Reciprocity." Sherlock squinted at Jian Ruo indifferently, and the slightest smile on his mouth seemed to be mocking her posturing.

Jian Ruo put down her hand speechlessly: "...I almost forgot what happened so long ago, why do you still remember?" She complained a little dissatisfied, pursed the corners of her lips, and remained silent in the small dark space of the taxi with a sigh.

Gillian Foster's lost eyes and tightened fingers seemed to appear again.

"--he died."

She didn't know why, but she couldn't help thinking of the scene where Antonio died in front of her.What was she thinking at that time?After she finally realized what happened—she wept like an ordinary person, fear and guilt intertwined in her heart—

But those tears washed away all the pain and uneasiness like rain, and my calm mind was stable from then on.

...so she doesn't think she needs any counseling.

—until she heard the story Gillian told her.

"Gillian told me something." She licked her dry lips, her hands resting on her knees were unconsciously clasped together, her expression was a little dazed, and she let the crutches that were leaning on the seat slide down feebly.

"Well—obviously." Sherlock curled his lips and looked at Jian Ruo intently. The taxi drove smoothly through a tunnel, and the car was plunged into sudden darkness. His face was together with his focused and persistent eyes. , hidden in the darkness.

Jian Ruo tilted her head nervously: "...well, she was a little agitated at the time, but I can understand it, you know—"

"Oh, Jane, I don't know." Sherlock interrupted her self-talk, the taxi drove out of the tunnel, and the neon lights on both sides of the road were reflected on the window glass, strangely, "I'm not interested in this, go on."

"..." Jian Ruo, who was halfway through the simmering emotions, "...well, she told me about a failed case she had with Dr. Letterman..."

"Okay Jane." Sherlock interrupted her again, and he nodded, "Delete your complicated adjectives and redundant emotional descriptions, and subjective emotions that have nothing to do with that story-now we can fast forward to her telling The details of your case and where these things relate to Charlie Wade's case."

Jian Ruo: "..." She calmly turned her head to look at the taxi driver in front of her, and knocked on his seat rationally, "Mr. Driver, can we stop the car for a while now? I might have to throw a heavy things."

……

"You dropped not one heavy object, but two." Sherlock put his hands in his pockets. It was already a bit cold in Oxford at this time. He let out a breath and could still see the faint mist.Sherlock looked around, it was fine - within the range of the map that had been entered, "I have to say, you are so naive, Jane."

"Thank you for the compliment, and you too." Jian Ruo followed behind him, struggled to get out, and closed the car door.

"Now we can talk?" Sherlock turned back, "—as there is no third person now."

"...Why do you insist on letting a poor man whose heart has just been hurt recall those painful memories again?" Jane Ruo rolled him angrily, "You are really not considerate at all, sir."

"—considerate? Boring."

"..." Jian Ruo choked.She looked to the other side, and put her hair back, "—Gillian told me that Charlie Wade's method of committing the crime was very similar to another case she had encountered, and the murderer in that case—"

"Lori Brooke," Sherlock continued, "—I heard Foster and Letterman talking outside."

"You know the murderer's name?" Jian Ruo laughed, "Then you didn't check the news about the murderer?" A sullen look gradually appeared on her face——according to Sherlock's habit, he would definitely go Checking those news, past news or direct file information, he will never know less than her-in that case, why did he bother to ask her?

"Of course I—" Sherlock's words froze, and he was a little puzzled, "Oh, you're upset? Why? Jane, you weren't such an easy person to get angry before—you seem to be a little extra ordinary about this case Sensitive? It's getting more and more interesting..." His eyes became brighter, and he clasped his hands and rubbed them slightly, looking a little excited.

"Sherlock, listen to me—" Jian Ruo blinked vigorously, trying to calm Sherlock who was already looking forward to doing something—God knows that he will be like a naive child at this time, Never give up until the goal is achieved, "I don't think we should investigate this matter..."

She thought Sherlock would ignore her words, but he seemed to have changed his mind, and looked over solemnly: "Why?"

Jane paused for a moment, she was a little speechless, not only because Sherlock's reaction was completely beyond her expectations, but also because she was a little unclear - just subconsciously, she felt that it would be dangerous to investigate this matter, this may be Because, when investigating a case with Sherlock, something can always be found, and these "somethings" are the most deadly things.

Jane Ruo hesitated for a moment: "...do you still remember what Charlie Wade said, what kind of god?"

Sherlock looked at her motionlessly. In the vast night, a black wave and a black wind came from nowhere, but they stayed at the corner of Sherlock's clothes comfortingly.

Jane Ruo stared at the corner of Sherlock's clothes: "...Gillian said that when Lori Brooke's parents defended him, they also said that he would call himself a god." She wanted to smile, but the corner of her mouth made an uncomfortable expression. Controlled twitching movements, "—maybe I shouldn't think so much, right?" She breathed a sigh of relief, staring straight into Sherlock's eyes, as if hoping to gain approval and support, "maybe Is this just a coincidence?"

Sherlock stood there firmly, turned around, and inadvertently took up his coat: "Otherwise? Do you believe that there are really gods in the world? - Or do you think that Lori Brook and Charlie Wade are so-called gods?" The chosen person? Oh, what a loving god, who chose one mentally handicapped person after another as the performer of miracles, and used them to commit murder after murder?" He was serious but slightly ironic , "Presumably this must be the god of death."

"...You don't believe in God." Jian Ruo flatly cast her eyes on Sherlock, her eyes long, "I almost forgot."

"Do you believe it?" Sherlock asked her back, looking at her casually, "——No, you don't believe in God, you're not materialistic—"

"I don't believe in it! I don't believe in God!" She interrupted Sherlock, looking at him urgently but earnestly, "I don't know how to tell you, this reason sounds absurd, but my sixth sense keeps warning me Over and over again! I have a splitting headache, I know it's unscientific, but the United States and the United Kingdom, years apart, are eerily similar cases! — and most importantly, Lori Brooke is dead!"

Her fingers trembled slightly, and Gillian's deep voice seemed to be still in her ears.

"—one shot, inside the FBI, in front of Jillian, you know what I mean? This is muddy water, we don't have to go there—if this so-called god had been there so long ago appeared, then what he represents behind him is definitely not an ordinary case that popped up overnight! Even if that god of hell is fictional and a coincidence—" Jane stopped, her voice slowed down, with a saying He said softly, "Then it has nothing to do with us. The case of Charlie Wade has been solved, Sherlock."

"Broken?" Sherlock paused, and asked with a strange expression, "No, not yet—not in a hurry, didn't you find out?—Yes, I shouldn't expect you to find out, when you solve a case, you always Extra slow, always trying to be lazy—do you remember the identity of Charlie Wade?"

Jane Ruo opened her mouth.

But before she could speak, Sherlock continued: "Yes, he is a white-collar worker—and as far as I know, he has not received any professional medical knowledge training—if you remember my reasoning analysis If not, it was a surgically precise murder."

His excited eyes could hardly reflect anything other than the case, and he looked at Jian Ruo unabashedly with scorching eyes: "—this doubt existed when Taylor died, but even if I saw Wade, I would Didn't find an explanation for the question—he's the murderer, but not the final answer....the puzzle isn't over yet!" He looked like a child—almost jumping up to announce his joy, "Jane, you Should really look at it!—Christmas isn't over yet!"