[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

035.

oblique wind.

The camel windbreaker was wrapped around her body, but it still couldn't hide a certain coolness.Jian Ruo flinched, and patted her hair with her fingers, trying to use them to block the chill of the autumn day. ——She has always been afraid of the cold, and has always had a strong sense of temperature.

"I should really buy a scarf." Jian Ruo muttered, looking at Sherlock next to her, "Can't we go later? It's too early."

Sherlock put his hands in his pockets, his coat was turned over in the wind, he didn't care, and stepped forward: "—Oh, if you were me, Jane, you would feel that time was becoming a torment."

—Morning text message from Constable Lestrade, the implicated Mr Ben Borut waking from his stupor.This is of course good news, new clues, new witnesses, if this Mr. Ben has seen anything or knows anything, it will undoubtedly play a very critical role in solving the case.

—they have so few clues.

But that boy—thinking of the disgusting attitude of those people in the neighborhood towards Ben, thinking of those eyes full of pain and despair, for some reason, Jane had a vague premonition that this forensic journey might not be like theirs It was as simple as imagined before.

The location of Ben Borut is very delicate, very close to the center of the incident, but he will not die.If he knows something, Jane is confident that he will be silenced by the organization that she and Sherlock have not found out yet, if he knows nothing...

Then, it is even more meaningless.

Sherlock should also know this, but he is more rational and persistent - he never relies on the so-called "intuition" to do things. For such a difficult case, he has always been 120% enthusiastic, and he is not willing to let go of any clues.At least this Mr. Ben Borut was close to the deceased family - he was an illegitimate child, and his mother put him in foster care with relatives when he was 5 years old, yes, the deceased Jerry's family.But their relationship is obviously not good. Who can expect a family that is already hard-pressed to welcome a new "burden"?

Jian Ruo could almost imagine the pain he suffered under the fence - like a little mouse?There is also a cousin of the blockbuster who lives with him?Oh, poor Ben.

She was a little distracted, she tilted her head and walked forward carelessly, but was suddenly pulled by Sherlock, and she turned around in shock, a passing bicycle left an afterimage in her eyes.

"..."

"...if your eyes are not just for decoration, Jane." Sherlock let go of her arm and straightened the collar of his coat with a flat expression.

Jian Ruo blinked, she was unusually calm: "Are you praising my beautiful eyes, Sherlock."

"What gave you this illusion?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, showing an unbelievable expression, "Why should I praise you for looking good-what's the use of praising you for looking good, it can help you improve your IQ a little for a while?"

"...Hey, Sherlock, can we not mention the question of IQ?" Jian Ruo kept smiling, "I have never set a grand goal of having a higher IQ than you. Since your standard is too difficult to meet, I think I It’s good to be a little worse than you.”

"Worse?" Sherlock looked strange, "Oh, that's really weird, it sounds like the gap between us is very small."

Jian Ruo: "... Shall we change the topic? What were we talking about at the beginning?... Ah, you praised me."

Sherlock: "No, I didn't praise you. I just witnessed a tragic car accident that almost happened, and prevented a little trouble by the way."

"...Oh, thank you so much." Jian Ruo was speechless.

While talking to Sherlock can be fun at times, it definitely ends with her being speechless.As an adult, Jian Ruo often feels that Sherlock is like a child—it’s not naive, but he sometimes clearly knows what kind of topic everyone needs—obviously this is already a routine, but he just wants to Honestly said some unflattering words.

Jian Ruo, who is used to routines, is often caught off guard and then very at a loss.

Maybe it's not that Sherlock lacks emotional intelligence, but that he deliberately shows this lack of emotional intelligence?

"Lestrade reminded us to remember to buy a bouquet of flowers and send them over—" Sherlock suddenly said beside her.

"Oh! Yes! That's right! Need to buy a bunch of flowers! Lestrade is so careful—"

"Why do we send a bunch of reproductive organs of plants to the hospital? We are here to collect evidence, not to visit patients!" He looked reluctant, complaining about Lestrade's "unreasonable" suggestion, "So I don't hesitate vetoed such a useless suggestion."

"..."

——No, Sherlock is definitely not pretending to have insufficient EQ, he is definitely real!without!have!Affection!business!

……

Jian Ruo felt that she had been in the hospital more frequently recently.

I just walked out of the hospital not long ago. Although the old injury is no longer serious, it is not completely healed. I still feel a little painful when I think about it now, and now I have to walk into this pale place again.

Jane is afraid of hospitals.

This kind of fear stems from some not-so-good memories from a long time ago. Although the nightmare is gone, there is still a trace of haze lingering in my heart.She tried her best to avoid it, and to be honest, she hadn't seen anyone in the hospital for a long time before this.

When she stepped into the gate, Jian Ruo couldn't help but look at the clock hanging on the wall - the battery of the clock has been replaced, and now it has returned to a normal walking speed, just like the scene she saw that day It's just a secret illusion that she imagined.

—Maybe it's just a coincidence.A clock that stops on the number nine is nothing unusual.

She paused, and followed closely behind Sherlock.

The red-lipped front desk lady didn't appear to be at work.

Now this hospital is completely unfamiliar to Jian Ruo.No acquaintances, no familiar surroundings—nothing.

A strange place, a strange, poor boy who was about to meet—for some reason, she always had a very uncomfortable feeling.

A kind of diarrhoea, a little strange feeling.

—Hope it was her illusion.

……

Ben Borut had indeed woken up.

His leg was seriously injured in the explosion, and he couldn't move at all. He was lying on the hospital bed at the moment, looking at a certain place on the ceiling calmly and almost indifferently, in a daze.

He didn't seem to notice the two people who came in, nor did he hear Jian Ruo's awkward greeting, as if he had automatically blocked everything around him, with a cold look.

——I knew it would definitely not go so smoothly!

Jian Ruo silently slandered in her heart, feeling a sense of "it really is so" when the dust has settled.

"Well, Ben Borut. Your cousin's family has been burned." Sherlock pulled a chair and sat down, staring at the boy who was not too old, "—you know? Obviously you don't Surprised." He glanced at Ben, squinted his eyes slightly, and said slowly, "—bruises. Violence. Oh—obviously, their family didn't treat you well, did they?" He stared. Ben Borut, but the other party still didn't respond at all. The child looked like a pool of stagnant water, and he didn't have any reaction to the words from the outside world.

No oil and salt.

- Bruise marks left over - at least 3 days ago, calluses on fingers overworked, tired and unresponsive, dull and indifferent, lack of emotional sensitivity, not fully educated, child labor, scars on the top of the head - cigarette butts - poor quality; Dark gray fine ash under fingernails—indoor—fireplace? ? ? ?

He slammed the armrest calmly.

"—Maybe someone won't mind if I smoke a cigarette?" He said suddenly, as if he had suddenly woken up from the silence, but his eyes were fixed on Ben—the boy's fingers twitched reflexively.

Sherlock twitched the corner of his lips, making a gesture to pick out his pocket.

Jian Ruo was stunned—before she could speak, the nurse standing at the door stopped the action with a displeased expression: "—the hospital does not allow smoking, I thought it was common sense, sir."

"Oh! Damn common sense—God knows how constraining human nature this common sense is!" Sherlock slowly sent back the hand he was pulling out. He looked very reluctant, like a smoker, but Jian Ruo clearly knew that he didn't have any cigarettes in his pocket.

——Because he took the trouble to stuff the cigarette case into her windbreaker pocket today, God knows that the person holding the cigarette case in his pocket is obviously her!

But Sherlock is obviously not satisfied with showing his acting skills like this, he seems to insist on provoking the old-fashioned medical staff: "--Hey, Bolut, you set the fire, that's right! The bruised cigarette butt Scars and calluses - obviously your cousin's family didn't treat you well enough to be called abusive, I guess you got splashed all over yourself for not making a good coffee not long ago - those scars haven't fully faded yet. Motivation Yes, the latter thing also explains that you deliberately let the gas leak to cause it to explode with a grudge, but obviously you miscalculated, and you were unprepared and involved in it-what should I say? Oh, it's your own fault."

"Oh God!!" The poor medical staff seemed to be about to pass out, and she rushed over aggressively while holding her forehead, "You two! I think my patient needs to rest!"

Sherlock clasped his fingers: "—I haven't finished yet..."

"You don't need to say it!" she said resolutely, frowning and looking at Sherlock with disgust, "—I really don't know what kind of malicious intentions you have in speculating on this poor boy—you are not Scottish Police officers from the Yard? Is Scotland Yard full of people like you now?"

"Unfortunately, I'm already the kindest police officer in Scotland Yard. You can call me Watson, ma'am." Sherlock smiled calmly.

Jane Ruo: "!"

"Okay, Officer Watson, you can leave now. Seeing you, I seem to have foreseen the bleak future development of Scotland Yard-have all our taxpayers' money been fed to the dogs!" She smiled angrily, with a look on her face He stared at Jian Ruo two people unkindly.

Jian Ruo quickly pulled Sherlock up: "... I really disturbed Ma'am. Let's leave now." She tugged Sherlock, and pushed him out with her face buried in embarrassment.

When the door was closed, she couldn't help but look back again.

That Ben Borut still didn't respond, he just glanced this way lightly, those eyes that were once full of pain, now there is only a deep, inexplicable tiredness left.

The vengeful curly blessing == Black Scotland Yard has become a kind of inertia.

I can already imagine the bewildered look of Officer Lestrade after hearing the complaint call [Black man with a bewildered face? ? ? ? 】