[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

Jian Ruo doesn't know if Christmas is over or not.

She knew that McCoff had placed a bunch of surveillance videos on the street where they lived.

Thanks to Sherlock, she was treated like a star - 360-degree surveillance without dead ends all day long, and the new neighbors seemed to be very kind. The only drawback is that sometimes those hidden surveillance cameras will be exposed unexpectedly Come out a little--God knows what an unpleasant feeling the refracted sunlight just dazzled her eyes. ——Although she usually doesn't like to agree with Sherlock, Sherlock's evaluation of his brother is really in place.But having said that, Jian Ruo's question is:

——Mycroft installs these goddamn things at public expense every day, does his boss know? ? ? ? !

What kind of British government is this? Is the fiscal expenditure so random?

In this extremely disturbing atmosphere, Jian Ruo reduced the time to go out more and more. I don’t know if it was the same reason, and Sherlock’s "Christmas" declaration could not be fulfilled-not only because McCoff strengthened In addition to the control of his personal behavior, in fact, it is obvious that he has no idea to continue the case. Maybe a jigsaw puzzle can be played without a piece, but there are only two pieces of the jigsaw puzzle, and there is no way to piece it together anyway. Pair of complete jigsaw puzzles.

This sad fact made Sherlock fall into an unprecedented anxiety. He shot recklessly, rummaged in the living room, scattered documents all over the sky, ran on the sofa with his shoes on, or paralyzed himself. Falling in a pile of debris like a corpse-in short, use all the methods that children or pet cats would use to vent their dissatisfaction.

So soon, Sherlock, who was originally obsessed with pulling out everything about Charlie Wade, finally gave up this incomplete game, and chose to put it aside first, and find something else to do first.

...Oh, I have to say, this story is even more sad—not only saddening Sherlock, but also saddening Jane Ruo.

"...'North Korea nuclear crisis'? This news is interesting." Jian Ruo wanted to read on with great interest, but Sherlock next to her was staring at her with an expression of "I'm not happy", and he was lying on the bed. Sitting motionless on the large sofa, she was counting on Jian Ruo to open the recent newspapers to help him find something to pass the time—thanks to Sherlock, she has recently become more and more conscious of raising a cat.

...Although childish, but surprisingly cute?

"Okay, okay," she resignedly surrendered, putting down the newspaper, "let me continue to read—'Her Majesty...'——you don't care about that, no doubt." She turned a few pages, while Turning over, she muttered to herself, "...boring, oh, what is this...boring...I knew you wouldn't be interested in this at a glance...huh?" She paused for a moment and fell silent.

Sherlock next to him turned over and sat up, his eyes burning: "The case?"

With a smile on her face, Jian Ruo raised her head to look at him: "You can play me."

Sherlock frowned, "Oh--" and glanced at Jian Ruo, then let it go back silently, and now even his voice revealed a kind of frustration and dissatisfaction, "Boring--every time you do this Expressions, all mean that I don't want what I want."

"Although it's not a case you're interested in, this news is surprisingly interesting." Jane Ruo flipped through the newspaper, and folded out the small page that didn't take up too much space, "——London woman thousands of miles away'Resurrected from a dead body' ?”

Sherlock turned around, facing the sofa, with a look of complete disinterest: "B—"

Jian Ruo lowered her eyes to Sherlock, shook the newspaper, and there was a "crash", almost at the same moment, Sherlock turned her head and ears to this side, and she laughed out loud.

Sherlock froze and turned his head angrily, "Jane!"

Jian Ruo pretended to be puzzled: "What did you call me for? What's the matter?" She suppressed the corners of her mouth that almost turned up as she said this, "——why, can't even laugh in the room now? My laughter Is it interfering with your thinking? Or is it interfering with your little radar that automatically detects cases? Sherlock, lack of cases, gap period, Mr. Holmes?"

"..."

Jane Ruo thinks that Charlotte's expression is very interesting... It's a pity that although teasing cats is very interesting, it's not good to overdo it.

She coughed, cleared her throat and picked up the newspaper: "I won't make trouble with you - read this news: It is reported that a woman in Manchester woke up from a car accident and claimed to be a native of London, and described herself in detail. The original name and experience, claiming that she was reincarnated thousands of miles away - it has been confirmed that there is such a person in London and that this person has been dead for three days." She was chanting, her voice softened involuntarily, "... Sounds interesting, doesn't it, Sherlock?"

"Resurrection?" Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Oh God, that's interesting. When did the Daily Mail degenerate to the point where it reports such unscientific news to gain attention and grandstanding?"

"...Yes, it's too unscientific." Jian Ruo shrugged, "—resurrecting the soul from a dead body? Thanks to their thinking, I really hope that one day I can see the news that 'a woman who travels through thousands of years is actually a remnant of ancient Greece' ——At least people who travel through time like this can also help the development of the archaeological and historical fields—traveling through time is much more interesting than space!"

Sherlock frowned: "...Is this irony?"

Jane Ruo spread her hands with an innocent face: "Why do you think so? I'm seriously discussing this issue with you. In a sense, isn't time-traveling as unreliable as 'resurrecting a dead body'?" With a serious face, "I'm right?"

"There is no 'resurrection of the dead' in the world." Sherlock clasped his hands and propped his chin, lay back on the sofa, and half-closed his eyes, "This is not in line with science."

"Then how do you explain this?" Jian Ruo flicked the newspaper with her fingers, "—hey, you know, the two of them are thousands of miles apart and have never met each other. If it is not explained by the resurrection of the corpse, why can they be counted in detail in Manchester? What about my identity and all my experiences in London?" She said this deliberately, wanting to hear Sherlock's denial.

——It seems that this can lead Sherlock's unreasonable speculation that he bet on her a little further.

"Presumably that woman must have a good identity before she came back from the corpse. I guess, white-collar? Young people? Have certain assets? Oh, she must also be keen on social networks. Uh-huh, I know I guessed right just by looking at your expression," Sherlock smiled smugly, "—'describe your original name and experience in detail'? Oh, Jane, we all know it's very simple—" He drawled his tone.

"..." Jian Ruo rolled her eyes and fell on the sofa, refusing to listen to Sherlock's show off.

... "We all know?" Who is "us" to you?High IQ go away!

"——This is a high-tech world, and it is easy to obtain the other party's information halfway around the world. Let alone Manchester, which is less than three hours away from London?"

"...So you are more inclined to think that person is a liar who obtained the other party's information and pretended to 'resurrect the dead'?"

"Aren't you more inclined to have something come back from the dead in the world?" Sherlock asked without hesitation.

"...Hmm." Jian Ruo shrugged casually, pursing her lips, "Who knows?"

"There is no doubt that there is no such possibility." Sherlock closed his eyes, "So in the end this is a boring news that attracts people's attention-I am really worried about your taste, Jane."

While saying this, he nestled back, pulled out a magazine under the sofa with great difficulty, and threw it out as if venting: "——Can't there be some exciting cases??? These damn things Are all the criminals traveling abroad?!!"

"... After all, today is Monday, Black Monday," Jian Ruo honey said with distress, "He may be busy with other things."

"What?!" Sherlock opened his eyes, pretending to be surprised, with a slight sarcasm, "Shouldn't their main business be to commit crimes?!!!"

Jian Ruo smiled and took a sip of tea: "You are only allowed to send a paper to get a manuscript fee, and others are not allowed to work in a shift to get a salary?"

Sherlock choked for a moment, then accused Jane Ruo, complaining all over his face: "——why do you always hold on to this matter, you completely—"

"It's all because I'm jealous of you!" Jane Ruo interrupted him earnestly, "You're so smart! You're so amazing! I even have to pick up the money sent by other magazines for you! The urgent order scared me I thought you were kidnapped and skipped a class, I’m so jealous of your talent, Sherlock!! I’m sure the criminals are as jealous of you as I am! So in order not to lose to you, they can only work overtime to earn some living expenses~”

Sherlock: "..."

Seeing Sherlock's speechless state, Jane Ruo felt refreshed all over, she continued to "work" contentedly, put down the Daily Mail, what was the next one, she shook the newspaper completely, picked it up , separated Sherlock and her with a newspaper: "...well, ahem, let me see, is there anything in this one?..."

Jane Ruo frowned.

an editorial.

On the back cover of the newspaper, a non-prominent place, a lengthy social commentary article-directly pointed at the social security problems in the poor areas of London.Not a new topic - the contradiction between rich and poor can be vividly displayed in every international city.This reporter spoke sharply—Jane Ruo watched half of it with great interest, and found that he mentioned the sudden gas explosion in the slum area a few days ago—a family died, and another child who was nearby was sent to the hospital. It was accompanied by a picture of the scene of the fire, and a picture of the boy who was seriously injured in the hospital bed.

The photo was attached on the next page, she turned over the newspaper unpreparedly, and the next second, she froze in place.

Those eyes—

She exhaled softly, softly.

Painful, obscure, desperate eyes.

It was the child that day—the boy she had seen in the hospital that day and had been taken to the rescue.

She was completely absent-minded, so that she didn't even notice that Sherlock on the side had opened his eyes at some point, staring at her motionlessly.

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Jane Ruo: Hey, teasing cats is really fun.I like.