[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

034.

A silent film, a black and white film.

She looked up and watched all the neon lights turn into black and white, and the divided wall became a blurred background. She watched all the people around her squeeze together like a silent comedy. Someone poured her wine, Someone was close to her ear, and she was also talking, but she didn't even know what she was talking about—she wanted to turn off the switch and end this black and white scene, but picked up the wine at the next moment The bottle fell on the heads of the people around him.

——Screaming, everyone's expressions were exaggerated and their mouths were wide open to emit invisible sound waves, but for her it was endless silence, she just wanted to laugh.

She laughed loudly, but couldn't hear the sound, she looked around, and the person who was smashed was sitting beside her, looking straight at her, with blood flowing down his forehead——

It's black, the blood is black, the face is white, there is no color in black and white movies, she has no fear, once again raised the bottle in her hand——

The bottle turned into a gun.

The one standing in front of her turned into Antonio—he stood in front of her, slowly stroking his forehead with his fingers, like a slowed-down scene, he looked at the blood on his hands in surprise, and silently raised the corners of his lips— —Looking straight at her, as if about to say something—

Without hesitation, she picked up the gun in her hand and fired.

Blood... blood everywhere... blood stained the floor, time and space changed, she stood there, looked at the doll in front of her, watched it "cluck..." smiling at her, blonde hair, blue eyes and red lips, the lights were on Its eyes are changing, blood seeps out endlessly, it is carrying a dynamite bag, and the bright red number on the dynamite bag slowly turns into 1.

Jane woke up with a start.

She stared at the ceiling, recalling carefully where she was, the wardrobe, the bed, the table, all moved rapidly under the manipulation of her thoughts—she thought she was still in that empty room in China, facing the What's more, the wall is as pale as her blank, and it's not until the next moment that she sees the light golden lines on the wall under the refraction of light and shadow - that's the inconspicuous light-colored wallpaper, that she realizes where she is.

...is a dream.

Her mind was swollen, she still sat up, her eyes were cast on the floor blankly—the dark traces showed the forms of blood that had penetrated into the cracks of the floor and could not be cleaned up.

Just like in a dream, her hands were bloody.

Jian Ruo's fingers under the quilt twitched nervously.

She closed her eyes abruptly.

……

"I really hope that in my lifetime, I can see you take the initiative to clean up the sofa before lying down even once." Jian Ruo watched Sherlock get dressed inside, with a purple silk pajamas outside, and walked from her bare feet. Walking by, she yawned and jumped onto the sofa—it was covered with books, and a few books slipped down. Jane saw that they were some books about chemistry—more books were placed under him , It looks so pitiful, Jian Ruo can even hear the "creaking" sound of those books being overwhelmed.

"—Oh, I wish you a long life." Sherlock opened one eye and glanced at her, then waved his hand indifferently.

Jane choked up.

She rolled her eyes and made herself a cup of tea.

"Jane, I want it too." Sherlock moved his nose, but without opening his eyes, he ordered, perhaps because he hadn't woken up, his voice was a little sleepy and hazy, like Jane Jiling, with a shake of his hand, the tea overflowed——

Beauty misleads people, beauty misleads people - Jian Ruo thought bitterly while wiping the table.

"Why are you so sleepy in the early morning? Didn't sleep well last night?" Jian Ruo wrote a sideways glance at Sherlock and asked.

"Obviously." He answered unhurriedly.

"Could it be because of yesterday's bomb? Are you scared?" Jane Ruo began to guess irresponsibly, "Oh, after all, you are still too young. What is there to be afraid of a bomb? A bomb that has not exploded is a harmless sex dolls..."

"—About that case." Sherlock still closed his eyes, but clasped his fingers together calmly, he pursed his lips lightly, his face always calm and calm, "You don't have to talk to me about it." in."

"...What?" Jian Ruo was taken aback for a moment, then looked back at Sherlock in surprise, "Why?"

"You should focus on your studies recently."

"——You don't come here!" Jian Ruo felt that something was wrong, she turned around completely, with one hand on her hips, one leg bent, and her waist leaning on the edge of the table, "...you want to leave me alone to handle the case? I Did you hear me right? What do you want to do?"

"Actually, I overestimated you, Jane." His fingers rested on his body, and he tapped involuntarily, "——I thought you could be my assistant, but I didn't really realize it until yesterday," he said. He suddenly opened his eyes and stared coldly at the ceiling above his head, "——you are just an ordinary goldfish. I don't think a goldfish can provide me with any useful help."

"Hey." Jian Ruo laughed, "Isn't it too late for you to tell me this now?"

She folded her arms and was indifferent to Sherlock's slightly ruthless words: "If you hadn't dragged me into this situation at the beginning, maybe I would have listened to you and not be your assistant. But now..." She shrugged Shrugging his shoulders, he stood up straight, and walked in front of Sherlock with the cup of tea that had already been brewed, "——now we can't leave each other alone, Sherlock."

—beginning when the damned organization put "threat letters" in her room.

In the eyes of outsiders, she and Sherlock are already inseparable.

Sherlock wanted to get her out of the case, tried to say some meaningless, cold words, as if thinking that this would drive her away, distance herself from the relationship, and throw her away from indifferent dangers.

These are useless.

——He is not good at dealing with this world, he can't always see it through.Or see through, but always clumsy.

Sherlock.

Jian Ruo smiled, and handed him the water: "...Do you think that after what happened yesterday, I'm willing to let the person who played me easy?"

Sherlock had already opened his eyes, and he lay there upright, looking at her face: "—this time the case is different from before."

"Why is it different?"

"Oh, if you've noticed—" I don't know if it's because Jian Ruo's refusal has somehow approached Sherlock's initial and most desired result. The sitting posture is not so rigid, instead, he bends his body a little loosely and turns to the side, like a lazy cat.

"I didn't pay attention to it myself, can you explain it to me? Dear roommate?" Jian Ruocai didn't care what he was thinking. Regarding these IQ issues, she always advocated "Leave it to Sherlock when there is Sherlock, and if there is no Sherlock." I'll think about it when I have time", put the tea in my hand on the coffee table, sat casually on the sofa next to me, raised my legs, and looked relaxed.

"..." Sherlock said with a cold face, "...can I refuse?"

"Oh - of course you can refuse, you know, I am a very kind person." Jian Ruochong showed a "kind" smile to Sherlock.

Sherlock: "..."

--……kind?Yes, he really has never seen anyone who is better at expressing "kindness" than Jian Ruo.

"Remember the badge I showed you yesterday?" Sherlock took a deep breath.

"Oh, I remember." Jian Ruo frowned, "I can't understand the geometric patterns on it—maybe you are European and you will know something about it."

"Jane, you don't need to underestimate yourself." Sherlock gave Jian Ruo a weird look.

"...I didn't underestimate myself. I'm a person who has no sense of geometry." Jian Ruo was baffled. She didn't understand why there was any underestimation—is it because she underestimates herself if she is not good at mathematics?She is just evaluating objectively.

"So you don't even know Roman numerals?"

"……"Roman numerals?What Roman Numerals?Which Roman Numeral?

Jian Ruo was completely dumbfounded.

Her eyes were a little dull for a moment, and she narrowed her eyes slightly, looking like she was lost in thought...

"I, X?" "IX"... seems to be a Roman numeral... how many?

"Nine." Looking at her confused eyes, Sherlock added.

……Nine?

...Nine again.

"Your reaction to this number is a bit strange." Sherlock watched her carefully, "—Jane, your reaction revealed a lot, do I need to remind you? You never manage your expressions, I don't Think it's a good thing."

"But this is not a bad thing." Jane Ruo smiled at Sherlock, "Sometimes I feel that your expression is also very intuitive, and you can see everything at a glance. Can everyone see through you?"

"...Then you just pray that you will always meet mediocre goldfish." Sherlock casually stretched out a hand to reach for the teacup on the coffee table, and after reaching it accurately, he stretched out his body and took a sip.

Jane Ruo shrugged: "—continue to talk about this case. I didn't figure it out a little bit. Since people from this organization were able to hide from McCoff's agents and enter our house and intimidate us, it means that they Clearly understand everything here, they are neither willing to go too far - I guess it is because they are afraid of McCoff, nor are they willing to easily let go of those who want to find out the truth, but hope to force the other party to stop their pursuit by means of intimidation The footsteps of truth.

Such an organization has the strength, the plan, and the stalker, why is it so hard to think about bombing a family of ordinary people in the slums? "

Sherlock held the badge between his index finger and thumb, lifted it up, and turned it slightly, as if trying to see something.

"-Unable to guess, it is challenging, isn't it?

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