[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

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Jian Ruo's mind was still immersed in those brown, tired eyes.

When she talked about Ben Borut, there was obviously no wave in her heart—it was like mentioning a stranger, at most she would feel a little sympathy for his miserable situation, but that sympathy was nothing more than Looking at the flowers through the fog, they are blurred into one piece, and a strange feeling emerges, condescending without any practical meaning.

But when she saw his eyes, she couldn't help but feel concerned again and again. The weird emotion was like a raging tide, sweeping away the faint mist formed by meaningless pity and sympathy, which made her almost empathize with him. , trembling in her heart - she couldn't help paying attention to those eyes - even the owner of those eyes.

The outline of the Western youth is blurred in my memory, as if there are only a pair of phantoms left, a feeling that cannot be dissipated for a long time.

Her fingers gently caressed the cigarette case in her pocket.

Anyone who is used to smoking knows that it is a strange habit - obviously he has quit smoking, but one day, when he touches the cigarette case, sits in the place where he used to smoke, or sees a lighter, sees A puff of smoke—as if he involuntarily pulled out his own thoughts, which brought people back to the moment when he smoked in the past, how easily his fingers twisted the cigarette, how hard he clamped it with two fingers, how How to light it easily, how to watch the lingering smoke rise slowly—every movement seems to come back at this moment.

Sherlock was right in front of her, Jian Ruo looked at his back, but her fingers couldn't help but want to smoke a cigarette.

—Irritability, confusion, restlessness.

She wants to avoid Sherlock, hide in a place where no one can see, a small corner, whatever, give her a space to be alone, a strange place, where no one knows her, let her smoke for a while cigarette.

She hasn't smoked for a long time.The last time seemed to be the same thing in the previous life. It was cold and rainy, cloudy and foggy, and the evening was drowsy when the power was cut off. The room was dim and there was no light from any candles. There was nothing. In this death-like silence, Jian Ruo found Can't do anything other than light a cigarette.

Even if you don't smoke that cigarette, just light it and watch the scarlet light.

A decadent second half of life.

She remembers this scene so clearly, such a clear memory constitutes a clear and definite "her".

Isn't human existence defined by scenes of memories?

Without these, without the immersion brought by each memory, she would not be her, and there would be no her in the world.A lucky person always has a reference, and countless life travelers will help him remember his life, but she does not, the world is rejecting her—her memory has no reference, and can only stand alone as the only benchmark The presence.

But it's okay-

Fortunately, her poor and boring second half of her life had nothing to do but play with her memory repeatedly.

"——Jane!" Sherlock stopped at some point, and looked at her half sideways, "What are you doing there?"

She paused slightly, holding the cigarette case in her hand, walked over quickly, and threw it to him.

Sherlock took it.

"Your cigarettes."

"—Oh, my pocket is inconvenient to put cigarettes in." The cigarette case turned around at his fingertips, and Sherlock leaned forward, wanting to hand it back to him, "Jane—"

"Don't give it to me." Jian Ruo stepped back, her face stiffened, "I don't want to smoke—don't tempt me."

"Are you addicted to smoking?" Sherlock paused, and his tone slowed down, "—No, you don't seem to have smoked. If you quit smoking, it should have been a long time since you quit smoking to this extent—it is definitely not an underage smoker. -"

Jian Ruo pulled out a smile: "...Don't pretend, you have been testing me for a long time, you probably have already deduced it, who are you lying to by acting like this now?"

Sherlock didn't feel embarrassed at all, and took back the cigarette case very naturally: "Well - it's obvious."

Jane Ruo rolled her eyes.

"—isn't it strange? Jane, you have no trace of smoking, but you have a cigarette." Sherlock remained motionless. "Hey, how interesting. Have you never noticed it yourself? No, obviously you know it But it never feels strange—you have your own logic for explaining these contradictions. Something I don't know."

"You can't know everything, dear." Jian Ruo showed a big smile, "You just need to keep calm about this. Don't make a fuss—" I felt that this was too shocking, so I added He said, showing a little encouraging smile, "Isn't guessing what you are good at? I believe in you, Sherlock, and look forward to the day you find the answer yourself."

——Although I think you will never find it, or if you find it, you will find it incredible and rule out this option.

She still kept smiling - Jian Ruo is very good at doing this, when she doesn't like to be seen.

Sherlock stared at her for a moment: "... huh." He turned his face, put his hands behind his back, and walked forward slowly, as if a cat carelessly gave up the small dried fish in front of him, flicked his tail, A slightly haughty figure appeared, "...I will know."

Jian Ruo imitated him with her hands behind her back, took two steps unhurriedly, and caught up with him: "Of course you will, Mr. Holmes." For some reason, her mood seemed to improve instantly, she looked forward, full of hope Yes, with an exaggerated tone almost aria, he said words that he didn't even care about, "——you are Sherlock Holmes."

She didn't notice it, but Sherlock who was beside her paused and looked at her with an enigmatic look.

Jane didn't notice anything.

Sherlock calmly withdrew his gaze, and the wind was still coming, gently rolled up the corners of the two people's clothes, and a beam of sunlight from tall buildings in the distance passed through the glass-like walls of the building and came obliquely.The two of them were so close—before anyone knew it.

"—he has almost no feelings." Sherlock said suddenly, "The death of his cousin's family can hardly arouse any emotions in him, whether it is sadness, resentment, guilt, or joy. His treatment in the deceased's family is obvious. It's not good - frail, thin, with old scars and new wounds on his body, Ben Borut's reactions are too flat in every way - he acts as if he never knew the dead One family—the micro-expression is almost perfect, but unfortunately, it is still exposed to the body's instinctive reaction." Sherlock smiled a little proudly, "—obviously, either the congenital reason is incomplete, or—"

"...Anti-social?" Jian Ruo answered subconsciously, looking at Sherlock.

Sherlock: "..."

Jian Ruo innocently blinked her eyes: "...I don't know much about anti-social, you should know... more?"

——There is absolutely no other meaning in it, Jian Ruo can swear to God.

"You actually compare me with a goldfish?" Sherlock looked incredulous, "Jane, did you only bring an empty head and a pair of bat-like eyes when you went out today?"

"...how could I—" compare the two of you?

"Come on, everyone knows that I am a typical representative of high-functioning sociopaths." Sherlock raised his jaw quietly, "And you actually said that Ben Borut is a sociopath, which is an insult! "

——Okay, this is starting to defend the dignity of "anti-social"?

"But this is not the most important thing at all. Regardless of whether Ben Borut is anti-social or not, he doesn't cooperate with us at all now. As long as he maintains such a closed state, we will not be able to pry out anything useful from it—— How to solve the case? Solve the problem?"

He avoided Jian Ruo's sight, put his hands in his pockets, and looked into the distance indifferently: "Oh, there will be a way, as long as we keep an eye on Ben Borut."

"Keep an eye on Ben Borut?" Jane wanted to continue asking, but Sherlock walked faster—she didn't know if Sherlock did it on purpose, but he did successfully stop her from asking. talk.

Her doubts, like this, dissipated in the sound of the two people's footsteps gradually going away.

……

In the darkness, a door opened quietly.

Still wearing the daytime coat, Sherlock slowed down his breathing, confirming that the sound of his heavy breathing had merged into the deep and long darkness.

There was no other sound, and at the last moment when the door was closed, he secretly glanced at the Jianruo white door.

Like a towering white tower, the door was silent, and he still held the key to Jian Ruo's room in his hand - Sherlock walked away with the key at night while she was washing the dishes.According to Jian Ruo's habit and behavior pattern, she would never find out that her key was missing until she unlocked it again.

He has never felt that Jian Ruo's ancient way of locking the door is more lovable than at that moment.

Sherlock closed the door.

The house fell into utter silence again.

The door opened.

Jian Ruo hadn't changed the clothes she wore during the day, she stood in front of her room with her arms folded, showing a cold smile.

——I already felt something was wrong.Stupid Sherlock, he completely ignored the tragic situation she had just experienced-it didn't feel good to be locked in the room face to face with the bomb, and she almost developed the conditioned reflex that she must subconsciously look for the key every time she opened the door.Not long after Sherlock followed her key, Jian Ruo realized something was wrong, but she still wittily followed Sherlock's meaning——

——I really want to see what monster this Sherlock wants to do!

really……

Two days ago, his thought of leaving her behind hadn't dissipated—it was really possible to act alone at night!

Fortunately, the Tao is one foot tall, and the devil is one foot tall.

While sneering, she put on her windbreaker, pulled out a scarf and wrapped it around her neck, took out a fruit knife from the table, weighed it, and lay down on the ground looking for the gun hidden by Sherlock——

This guy has always had the habit of putting things around and disturbing his sight to achieve his goal. She kept turning a blind eye to hiding something in private. It's a pity... There are so many things hidden, I'm afraid he won't know how to organize them. Consider getting.

She reached out to explore the gun, but suddenly paused, her expression froze, and her hand slowly, slowly, took out something.

- a notebook.

Her first planner is filled with all kinds of detailed purchases and a day's itinerary. It is so rigid that it needs to be completed every hour. It is almost like a diary——

Since Jian Ruo changed to the second notebook, she has been locking this notebook in the bed cabinet...

——I'll go to your uncle's summer!Lo!gram!

Such a lock can't prevent you! ! ! !

Jane Ruo thinks that if Sherlock is tied in front of her now, she can kill him with one shot!Sherlock is so good! !First she was left behind, and then she found out that this guy stole her notebook! ! !

Aggressively, she put her hand into the sofa again, and this time she really took out the gun that Sherlock had kicked into it.

Ha ha.

She checked the bullets, sneered, took out her phone, and searched for Sherlock's phone location——

Thank you Brother Mai, Brother Mai is a good brother.

She pushed open the door aggressively, facing the howling cold wind, and let the oncoming wind bulge her clothes and raise her long hair, making her face hideous, and she slapped a big face that didn't fit the image. sneeze--

"—Ah Choo!"

She rubbed her slightly stiff face, and closed the door: "Sherlock! Just wait for me!"

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Today's headlines

"A woman in Oxford beat up her roommate, and the British government may become the biggest winner"

"August [-], the idiot who followed the domestic cat in the middle of the night"

"Stealing roommate's diary, man claims to get to know each other better? "

"The Wonderful Roommates We Met in Those Years"

Jane Ruo: Hehe, it's just a Sherlock, can I have the blessing of Maggie?

The first mistake Sherlock made was to be too anxious, preconceived that Jian Ruo was bold, and Jian Ruo still locked the door on the first day of the accident, so she mistakenly thought that she would continue to follow this behavior pattern_(:з」∠)_

The second mistake was that he thought that his identity was pretended by McCoff to monitor him, so he didn't care about it. He didn't expect that McCoff sold him to Jian Ruo.

#Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard#

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