[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

031.

Noisy horns sounded in my ears, the cracked road looked very miserable, and there were distorted command sounds from the horns everywhere, as if everything was far away—— dilapidated houses, poor people, black dust , crying and tired faces, hugging and cursing.

Jian Ruo looked around, and blinked a little uncomfortable.

"——I really don't know that besides Scotland Yard, you even have to take care of the fire brigade." She complained strangely.

"Fire brigade?" Sherlock's eyes widened slightly, showing surprise—obviously on purpose. "Oh, how did you find out..." His tone was subtle, "This is related to the fire brigade?"

"..." Jian Ruo glanced at the road next to her with her hands on her hips expressionlessly, and another fire police car "Wooooohooooohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" English--

She stared at the scene for a while, then slowly turned her head to look at Sherlock: "——Oh, it has nothing to do with the fire brigade?"

Sherlock glanced at her. "Hopefully one day you'll learn to see beyond the surface - but this day it looks like I won't be able to."

Jane Ruo reacted very quickly and showed a smile: "God, Sherlock, I am very touched, but you really don't need to curse yourself that you won't live to that day! I believe you will not die young."

Sherlock: "...huh."

Jane Ruo: [smile] [smile]

"...Is it really okay for you two to be so naive?" Officer Lestrade, who just heard the last two words of bickering, seemed a little helpless and frustrated.

Jane Ruo didn't take it seriously: "... Sherlock is naive, I'm just playing with children. By the way, Officer Lestrade, why are you here?"

"—Routine inquiry about this explosive accident, obviously. By the way, I don't think I'm as naive as you." Sherlock replied quickly.

Jane Ruo widened her eyes: "I—"

"Okay, okay..." Lestrade had a headache and amused himself, and stopped the two of them, "You two are not naive, it's me who is naive—it's okay.——Okay, hurry up, you two Come with me."

Jian Ruo shrugged and followed.

……

For Jian Ruo, this case was a bit inexplicable.

The gas explosion - it's obvious, it's clearly a social incident, even if you have to go to the scene to observe something or detect something - shouldn't this be a problem that journalists and politicians should care about?

And Sherlock also behaved very strangely, he just received a text message, obviously he was still lying on the sofa with a dying look at one moment, but he jumped up and went to deal with the case in the next moment - completely ignoring the dumbfounded and still holding the newspaper her.

And most importantly—why this case.

That picture still haunted her—she didn't even know why, but she couldn't help it.

She tightened her clothes, looked forward at Sherlock who kept walking, and sighed somewhat unspeakably.

—I hope nothing happens.

Her pessimistic thoughts were still in her mind, and the next moment Sherlock was stopped outside the warning zone.

What a familiar figure.

Officer Watson—it was the police officer who had a fierce face and was not talkative, and had a conflict with them last time.

He stopped Sherlock, glanced arrogantly at Jian Ruo, and made a disdainful nasal voice: "Irrelevant personnel are not allowed to enter, I thought you knew better than me, Lestrade."

"Hey, Watson, Sherlock is here to help us with..." Lestrade explained with some discomfort.

"—I don't care what he's here for, but if you think Scotland Yard is a place where dogs and cats can play around, you're dead wrong. Rules and regulations are here, Lestrade De, do you want to know the law and break the law?" He folded his arms indifferently, staring straight at Sherlock, "...I thought you knew that Scotland Yard doesn't cooperate with private detectives."

"I'm not a private detective." Sherlock said calmly.

"——then it's even more impossible to have any cooperation." Officer Watson curled the corner of his lips, not half smiling.

"Watson!" Lestrade frowned, "You clearly know that Sherlock has the ability to help us solve problems, haven't you seen how he helped us before?! He has already solved two cases! Then Can't he prove his ability?"

"We don't need a lone hero, this is not an American movie, Lestrade, you better find out!" Watson replied with a dark face, looking at Lestrade provocatively, "Before you sit in Scotland Stop yelling at me before the highest position in the field!"

"Are you jealous of him?" Sherlock stared at Watson and said suddenly.

Watson looked at him subconsciously: "What?"

"Obviously—" He remained motionless, "Why are you jealous of him? Salary? Life? Popularity? Development? Oh, his development—" Sherlock glanced back at Lestrade, who was bewildered. Smile smile.

"—After all, it's not necessarily jealous of his poor IQ. Oh, it looks like you heard something? A promotion? A guilty conscience—what you overheard, it looks like we have to congratulate Lestrade, Jane." He put his hands in his pockets, turned his face to look at Jane Ruo, "—although I don't think this is something worth celebrating. But let's congratulate Officer Lestrade, whose mind is obviously not as developed as his limbs, is about to lead A group of Scotland Yard goldfish guarding London with the IQ of a 5-year-old - that sounds pretty awful, I have to say."

Lestrade: ... what? ? ? ! ! !Wait, should I be happy? But I don't feel happy at all when Sherlock says that.

Jane Ruo: ... Sherlock is really enough.

Officer Watson is obviously about to blow up: "—put away your unfounded guesses!!!! I don't know what method you used to know the news, but put away your little trick of deceiving the world and grandstanding—I Having said that, Scotland Yard does not work with private detectives—”

"I also said that I'm not a private detective." Sherlock choked back coldly, "—I'm a consulting detective."

—Consulting detectives? ? ! !

Except for Sherlock, the other three people present showed confused expressions at the same time.

——…I said….Who knows what kind of job this bastard is?

"This, this profession... okay——" Jian Ruo swallowed her surprise and bewilderment forcefully, and spoke first, "Have you heard, consult a detective, this profession is not at the same level as a 'private detective' at all! How is it? Like this I can always convince you Scotland Yard, right?" ——What kind of profession is this in the end, is it really okay for me to brag like this? !

"Hehe, yes, this profession can convince you, Watson?" After being brief, Lestrade quickly came back to his senses, "After all, Sherlock is a consulting detective."—Wait a minute? Is it true that I'm ignorant? I haven't heard of any consulting detectives at all. But my friends all know that this profession is high-level, so I have no choice but to pretend that I know it too. Why is my heart a bit generous?

"..." The veins on Watson's forehead twitched, "—I've never heard of consulting detectives."

"Of course you haven't heard of it." Sherlock was very calm. "The unique profession in the world was invented by Sherlock Holmes."

"..."

Dead silence.

This is so embarrassing, okay? ! !

Watson raised his eyebrows, and looked calmly at Jane Ruo and Lestrade.

"Heh, heh, what's so special about your profession, Sherlock?" Jian Ruo stroked her hair, pretending that nothing had happened, and tried her best to keep calm.

"When Scotland Yard is at a loss - they often have such a time," Sherlock paused under the gaze of the three people, "they can come to consult me."

——...This is a profession that was thought up just to deal with Watson.

Facing Lestrade's accusing and aggrieved eyes, Jian Ruo maintained her composure and composure: "...It's a private order after all! See how good Sherlock is to Scotland Yard! Think about it! Even I don't have that What kind of treatment!"

"Oh, don't worry, Jane." Sherlock silently dismantled the situation, "Although you are still a goldfish, you are also a goldfish with a higher IQ than Scotland Yard's average."

....It's already this time, Sherlock, can't you just stay quietly and don't talk? ! ! !

With the eyes of the two behind her on her back, Jian Ruo felt like crying for a moment.Sure enough, Sherlock's salary is not so easy to get...

"If you're going to stop here for a day—" A vigorous voice came from behind, Inspector Black, obviously.

He stepped forward and patted Lestrade and Watson on the shoulders at the same time: "——what are you doing here?"

"Sir!" Watson took the lead. "I thought Scotland Yard had a policy not to cooperate with so-called 'private detectives'?"

Blake's sharp eyes flicked across his face: "...Of course."

Watson gave a smug smile.

"—But Sherlock Holmes is not a private detective, isn't he a consulting detective?" Black slowly continued the next sentence—obviously, he also heard their conversation.

Watson's face changed: "But——"

"The existence of Scotland Yard is to solve problems." Black nodded slightly to Sherlock, "—not to keep problems."

"..."

Sherlock shook his coat in silence: "—I'm not interested in the internal affairs of your Scotland Yard at all, can I go and see the scene now?"

"Of course, please go ahead, Mr. Holmes." Detective Black didn't care about Sherlock's tone, he answered him calmly - if it wasn't impressive, Jane would almost think that the grandfather who looked at Sherlock in displeasure before It's someone else.

But I don't know if it's Jian Ruo's illusion, she always feels that the syllable of "Mr. Holmes" seems to be slightly accentuated in the other party - is it an illusion?

If Jane couldn't judge, she could only try her best to ignore this point and silently followed Sherlock's pace.

……

in ruins.

Perhaps it was because the houses in the slums were already dilapidated enough. The explosion spread to the surrounding houses, and the fire was burning. Until now, it still maintains the state of black smoke just after the flames were extinguished.

The smell of burnt plastic is everywhere.

It stinks and is annoying.

—— Was this a garbage dump before?Jian Ruo had some incredible thoughts.

Sherlock was right in front of her. He lifted his coat and squatted down, picking up something from the ground.

Jane Ruo couldn't tell what that black thing was.

She felt extremely irritable.

The residual heat of the flames still couldn't bear to leave the scorched ground, and Jian Ruo had already seen two or three crying women—she guessed that they were the affected families.

—Now they are all homeless.

Will the government subsidize them?

She thought a little casually that in this burnt-out "garbage heap" - this place is really dirty, dirty and messy and old and poor - there is no way to think that this is also part of London.

Sherlock in the distance had already stood up, and he looked at her, as if letting her pass.Jian Ruo took a step and walked over there.

Behind her, three or two annoying blowflies staggered up not far away, and one of them happened to land on the spot where she had just stopped.

No one knows.