[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

033.

When Sherlock rushed back and kicked the door open forcefully, Jian Ruo leaned against the wall beside the door.

She lowered her head, and just raised her head when she heard the movement, then she twitched the corners of her mouth, raised her hand dryly, and waved: "Hi, Sherlock. You're back."

— she's fine.obvious.

He knew it when he saw that the house was unharmed, even when the agents sent by Mycroft were still patrolling normally—

but--

He calmed down slightly, stared straight at Jian Ruo until she stood up unnaturally, touched her face nonchalantly, and asked him, "...what's the matter?"

Sherlock said nothing.He was still the same, cold, silent, looking away——

He finally had time to look around the room.

The blood red dripped all over the floor, and the faint fishy smell made people feel a little uncomfortable. The doll was sitting in the middle of the pool of blood, wearing a dynamite bag, and the smile on its face became more permeable——

He took two steps forward, trying to crouch down to examine the things.

Jian Ruo stood behind him, shrugged slightly: "—it's blood, but it shouldn't be human blood. And that bomb—" She paused, "It's a real bomb, I didn't dare to touch it carefully, You know..." She froze, pulling her cheek muscles unnaturally, "...Well, there was a sound at first, but then it seemed that the battery ran out—it was a bit of a prank, wasn't it? ?”

"...It's a warning." Sherlock stood up, his voice was low, and Jane Ruo, who was not far away, was ignored, "Because I—actually, I found something at the scene of the crime that day."

"……what?"

"Badge." Sherlock turned his head, his voice stagnant, "A badge." He took out a small, black thing from his pocket—probably blackened by the flames, Jian Ruo took two steps forward, ready to reach out, her fingers resting on the palm of Sherlock's black leather glove, and slowly picked up the badge.

She was a little dazed——

Are Sherlock's hands... shaking?

She clenched the badge, feeling a little numb, and went to see it.

The badge has turned black, but the lines embossed on it can still be seen.The weird lines look like an irregular combination of geometric figures.

She flipped the back, "i, x".

what is that?

She pursed her lips, her face was a little pale, and she lowered her eyebrows and looked at the badge in her palm at the moment, her posture was like a weak woman who had just been frightened.

Sherlock looked at her with a rare look of helplessness. He pursed his lips and looked away: "well-if, I mean-if," he paused, "if you can be more vigilant —" His voice faltered.

——No, you shouldn't say that.What would a normal person say at a time like this?comfort?Admonish?Apologize?No no no no, he should tell her the omissions in all her actions today, he should point them out, one after another, so as to ensure that she will never encounter a situation like today again.

——She should be more vigilant, remember the keys at all times, notice something wrong in the room at the first time, and continue her work after confirming safety instead of being careless and defenseless... Things she should have done but didn't do There are too many.

"——do you know where you are wrong?" Sherlock said dryly, with a slightly bad tone. —oh, damn it.He doesn't even know why he's talking so much - he can ignore the past.Of course he can, Sherlock Holmes has long been familiar with this kind of thing.

People were dying all the time, people were dying all the time—it was normal, why should he give a meaningless lecture to an ordinary goldfish?

Jian Ruo froze for a moment: "...what?"

- something is clearly wrong

Two people thought at the same time.

— Normal people, what would normal people say at this moment?

——Forget it, Sherlock is not a normal person anyway, what is there to care about? ...Not only did she not comfort her roommate who brushed shoulders with death, but started to point out her fault?Oh, what's that - very Sherlock Holmes isn't it?

...And, in one sense, shouldn't this be another sense, concern?

"I……"

"I……"

She was a little puzzled, and slightly clenched the badge in her hand: "...Sherlock?"

Sherlock lowered his eyes, avoiding her gaze - "You know, if you can stay awake and watch, you won't at all -"

"——so many things won't happen at all. I know." Jane shrugged, "I'm sorry, Sherlock."

Anyway, it was just a question of apology, Jian Ruo didn't hesitate at all, and admitted without hesitation that she should be more careful.

——…Why would she apologize?Is this normal?But... obviously what he wanted was not this——

"I..." He wanted to say something, but hesitated, obviously that sentence seemed to be on his lips, but he kept hovering, unable to utter it.

——I didn't know those people would be so fast; I thought it would be safer to have Mycroft's people here; I didn't expect them to find you; I knew it might not be safe during this time, but I didn't warn you—

What he wanted to say couldn't be uttered, but what he didn't want to say was as natural as flowing water——

"I..." He repeated it rarely, his expression full of struggle.

But Jian Ruo didn't care anymore—she apologized, and felt that the matter was over, and she didn't bother to pursue responsibility or think about the result: "Okay, I'm going to cook. By the way, can I please Can you clean the floor for me? If you're okay."

……What?Clean up the...floor?

Almost at the same moment, Sherlock put away all his entanglements, and walked out of Jane Ruo's room without hesitation.

Jane Ruo: "..."

How silly of me, really, how can I expect a cat to help with the housework?

She shook her head in frustration, and turned her head to look at the unknown blood all over the floor. The rag doll was sitting in a pool of blood. The eyes made of glass beads showed a faint blue light under the refraction of the sun. Its skirt was dyed red - Jian Ruo guessed that there was a big blood bag under it.

——What a painstaking effort.

She stares at the doll, which has red lips, as if looking at her, laughing.

Jian Ruo looked away, suppressed the smile on her face, and closed the door.

"Click."

……

When Jane Ruo finished cooking and brought them out, Sherlock was sitting on the sofa, staring at the explosive package on the doll in a daze.

"Didn't you go to investigate the case today?" Jian Ruo asked him casually, "—my phone seems to have interrupted your progress?"

"...On the contrary——" Sherlock sat up straighter, "They threatened you in a panic, but showed more lies....Oh, Jane, what are you doing?" He seemed to have seen something unreasonable .

Jian Ruo was also stunned: "...what?" She put the plate away, "Eat."

"I never eat at work." Sherlock said "deny" all over his face, "The whole world knows that when a person digests, he becomes dull-as you can see, I am working and need a sharp mind." brain."

"What?" Jane Ruo pretended to be surprised, "—are you counted among these 'ordinary people'? Are you different from what you promised, Sherlock?"

"...I never said yes to you." Sherlock folded his arms expressionlessly, "Now you can take your meal and leave - why do you have to eat at this table? This is not a table at all! "

"Then I have to ask you why the dining table is full of your 'little toys'." Jane didn't think so, and motioned Sherlock to look at the experimental supplies that were full of them on the dining table, among which there were some weird ones. Gadget, "—you know, I'm just an ordinary liberal arts student, I don't know anything about these chemicals, I don't want to accidentally run into something more deadly—"

"As my roommate, Jane," Sherlock clasped his hands, "you should properly improve your chemistry literacy—"

"No, thank you." Jian Ruo imitated the perfunctory smile he showed before, "I don't want to discuss these things with you, you should move the doll quickly, and play after eating—no, continue working after eating .”

Sherlock tried to bargain again, but Jane Ruo had already mercilessly lifted the hair of the weird doll with two fingers, put it on the corner of the table, and looked at Sherlock with a tigery face: "—— hurry up and eat your meal now , You can finish the dishes you ordered by yourself while kneeling on your knees."

Sherlock: "..."

——Why is Jian Ruo always so obsessed with eating?Could it be that if you don't eat a meal, you will die?But even though he was complaining in his heart, Sherlock unexpectedly felt that...it was not unacceptable?

...Thinking about it, he is the only one who can stand this roommate with many problems and low IQ. Forget it, who told him that Jian Ruo's IQ averaged above the passing line?Now that you have such a roommate, you have to shoulder certain responsibilities.

With a flash in Sherlock's eyes, he condescendingly took the plate that Jian Ruo handed him, raised his chin, and felt that he had vaguely regained the feeling he had when raising a "red beard".

Jane Ruo watched him start eating dinner with satisfaction, showing a pleasant smile - she felt that she had found the feeling she had when raising a pet cat.

...What a coincidence, isn't it?

Jian Ruo Shi walked back abruptly.

……

dusk.

She is in the shadows.

Wash a dish.

Under the sunlight, even the traces of breathing are clearly visible.

Sherlock leaned against the door, looking at the ceiling and the cupboard but not at her, "About this case, in a sense... well, I did underestimate it."

"The case? Oh, you know I don't care about this, Sherlock." Jane Ruo stopped the movement of her hand, "——I am more concerned about the place we live in, is it safe? There was McCaw's eyeliner nearby , I thought it was safe, but—"

"No place is absolutely safe, Jane." Sherlock sneered, "The idiots under Mycroft—I think he must be in a terrible mood right now."

"...I don't care about Mycroft's mood, Sherlock." She was a little frustrated, "I just want to know how to ensure safety."

"It won't be like this again. I promise, Jane."

Jane Ruo looked at Sherlock in surprise, he was standing there, rarely serious.

"——I won't let you face this situation again." Under her gaze, he rarely moved his face away uncomfortably, and looked at the low chair at her feet.

he is so-

Jane Ruo never knew that Sherlock would be so soft-hearted, so soft that her heart was sour, and she couldn't say a word of rebuttal.

"...Okay," she heard her own voice, accompanied by a sigh that only she could hear, "trust you once."