[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

041.

What kind of emotions do people who have just escaped from distress have?But no matter what, it shouldn't be like Jian Ruo, who turned her head away and looked relaxed.

"I should be afraid." Jian Ruo was still laughing, "But I don't know why, thinking of having you by my side, looking at you, I suddenly don't feel afraid at all."

"..." Sherlock was silent for a moment, "Really?"

"Yes. You give me a sense of trust, dear Sherlock." She stroked a strand of hair that was falling down her face, "—that is, it seems that I have nothing to fear when I'm with you."

"...Should I be honored?" Sherlock replied dryly, "—in light of your fearless being... pinching me?"

"I'm giving you a massage, my dear!" Jian Ruo looked upright, "The muscles in your arms are too tight, come on, come on, relax!"

As she said this, she slapped Sherlock's arm "papapapa".

Accompanied by her "kind" smile.

—…well, if that would get her to write everything off...

Sherlock pursed the corners of his mouth forbearance, and said indifferently: "...Obviously your massage is not professional—hiss, I mean this kind of unprofessional is just right...Obviously—" He muttered, and finally couldn't help it Eyebrows twitched "Oh, Jane, I can give you my forearms for 'massage exercises', but don't you think the shoulders are a bit too difficult for you? I think you need to consider the reality factor. Jumping Massage is not for you."

"...!" Jian Ruo widened her eyes and glared at him.

—… What did he say?Oh shit, having a pet who needs to keep an eye on her pride all the time is exhausting.The problem is that she is still so weak, and if she is not careful, she will poke her fragile heart.

Sherlock blinked uncomfortably: "... If you care about my unintentional comments on your height - in fact, you don't need to care too much, your height is determined by race and the genes of both parents Yes, obviously your height conforms to the racial standard, and this kind of thing that is completely dependent on innateness is like an IQ once determined and unchangeable—hiss! Why are you pinching me again!"

——… Hehe, and why?

Jian Ruopi smiled but didn't smile, let go of her hands, folded her arms, and rolled her eyes towards the sky: "Probably because..." She curled her lips, her eyes were a little empty, "Love."

Sherlock shook his hands and looked at Jian Ruo with a slightly horrified expression: "..."

Jian Ruo: "...Hey, what is your expression?!"

"...It's nothing." Sherlock looked at his watch pretendingly, and coughed, "It's getting late, shouldn't we hurry back?"

——I gave zero points for turning this topic.

Jian Ruo was just about to speak, but was interrupted by the vibration in Sherlock's pocket.He took out his phone, glanced at it, frowned, and put the phone back casually.

For some reason, Jian Ruo felt that this text message was unusual, otherwise Sherlock would not have shown such an expression, and she was involuntarily diverted: "——What text message?"

"What text messages?——Jane, when did you care so much about my text messages?" He remained calm.

"Concern? What do I care about?" Jian Ruo sneered, and tilted her head unnaturally "—70% of your text messages are sent by me, okay? I know enough—— I have no interest in your text messages at all!"

Sherlock straightened his collar, silently moved the hand that had been "massaged" by Jian Ruo, and said "um".

silence.

The sun is about to rise, and a little light slowly climbs up from the horizon. In the early morning, there was no one on the street, and it was so quiet that there were no other distracting thoughts. Her restless heart gradually calmed down in this state , but with an indescribable tiredness.

"By the way, do you know?" Jian Ruo said casually, "—the group of people who kidnapped me claimed to fight against the so-called 'god'—I think it's very strange. Do you remember the last time? The case, the Charlie Wade one, didn't he just say what a 'god' he was? And that one, the case that Gillian told me," she paused, "you know, the night we said Didn't that person also claim some sort of 'God'?" She grinned, "We've discussed—"

"—assuming that the people we meet are trying to oppose the gods, as they claim to be, then there must be a so-called 'god' who doesn't know what it is, Charlie Wade. And that... the "god" that Lowry calls himself, is it the "god" they are fighting against? Also, since this organization attacked the Borut family, does it represent the Borut family and the "god"? 'Does that matter too?"

She said a lot in one breath, as if she wanted to pour out all the doubts in her heart, and pinned her hopes on Sherlock, hoping that he could solve all the mysteries at once.Jian Ruo always has such inexplicable confidence that he can solve all difficult and unknown puzzles.

Sherlock stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at Jian Ruo quietly, his eyes made Jian Ruo a little overwhelmed: "Good association, you can continue - we all know that you are very good at imitating, Jane. Let me hear your thoughts."

She shook hands unconsciously, and tightened the skirt in her hands.

--……my thoughts?No, she has already seen through it. The so-called wanting to hear other people's thoughts is like grabbing a toy in your hand, just to relieve boredom. What does it matter if you don't talk about it?She suddenly felt infinitely tired, and this tiredness was definitely not because of Sherlock's words, but the accumulation of various reasons, and finally swept her completely when the last straw was pressed.

Jane Ruo involuntarily lowered her head, avoiding Sherlock's silent and penetrating gray eyes, her expression was a little dull: "--what can I think--I'm not that group of lunatics."

Sherlock pursed the corners of his mouth: "——Your mood is a bit wrong."

"I'm really in a bit of a mood." Jian Ruo nodded and admitted, "And I think this situation is very normal. Maybe it's like you said, this is a world full of goldfish. You can't ask me for such a fish Goldfish has your energy, and after so many headaches and complications, it still maintains good physical strength-"

"...so?" Sherlock paused, then looked at Jian Ruo.

"...What?" Jian Ruo was startled by Sherlock's question.

"From the premise to the conclusion, what information do you want to tell me? Are you tired? You don't plan to continue?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows "—Jane, be rational. As long as you move your simple You little brain, you should know that this game can no longer allow you to quit. ——After you have intimate contact with those lunatics.”

"...Didn't you try to get me out a few days ago?"

"Oh, obviously I failed." Sherlock shrugged indifferently and replied quickly.

Jian Ruo looked gloomily at the other side of the road, put her hands in her pockets: "That sounds really bad——"

--Really bad.

She didn't want to continue to have close contact with those people at all.And now the only way to quickly reach her goal is to take the initiative to find out everything, bite the bullet, and solve all problems.

It feels like facing an embarrassing situation, I can't fast forward, I can only bite the bullet and think about the future to comfort my injured heart, endure the discomfort, and continue to face everything.

Jian Ruo sighed slightly: "Do we have a clue now?"

"Obviously the "you" among the "us" has no clue." Sherlock replied without hesitation.

"...Does the "you" among the "us" have a clue?" Jian Ruo endured for a while, and lowered her fist.

"You always like to ask me for help. This is not a good thing. You have to learn to think independently, Jane." Sherlock glanced at Jane calmly, "—even though you are a tired goldfish now."

"Then please, let this exhausted goldfish take a good rest." Jian Ruo rolled her eyes weakly, "—I'm so tired, I don't want to move anymore, can we take a taxi? Don't you like taxis very much?" Car? Dear Xiali, why have you become so green and green recently, I almost don't know you anymore."

"—Fortunately, I still know you." Sherlock continued sharply, and hired a taxi casually, "—I thought normal people knew the prerequisites for hiring a taxi—"

A black taxi slid to a stop in front of the two of them. Sherlock opened the door and looked at Jian Ruo: "—First, you have to meet a taxi."

Jane Ruo: "..."

……

When Jian Ruo woke up from a deep sleep, it was almost dusk.After sleeping all day, she finally felt better, but she had a severe headache. She rolled over and over on the bed, and finally got up reluctantly to look for food.

——I haven’t eaten all day, and I’m really hungry.

The hair was rolled like this, messy and not looking good, she didn't care at all, scratched her head and opened the door, subconsciously glanced at the living room, and was startled by Sherlock's messy pile of things.

"You're finally up, Jane, please give me a cup of coffee." Sherlock sat on the sofa and told Jane Ruo without looking back.

He got a whiteboard from nowhere, with all kinds of pictures on it, and the dense black letters made people feel dizzy.He was sitting in front of the whiteboard, with his hands on his head, as if he was thinking about something——

It didn't look like something that could be produced in a few hours - Sherlock hadn't slept?Jane Ruo felt a little unbelievable.She shook her head, moved her sleepy body, and was about to start making coffee.

"—I still want to ask, Sherlock, have you ever slept?"

"Sleep? Why sleep?—you have no idea what you're wasting your life, and in all the day you've spent sleeping you've missed the solution of a great puzzle! Jane, I feel so sorry for you Sad." Sherlock didn't look back.

"...But I think that even if I sit here for a day, I may not be able to witness the process of you solving the puzzle, since I have no way to get into your brain and check your thoughts." Jian Ruo muttered, covering the "gulu With a stomach of protest, he bent down slightly, frowned in embarrassment, and moved to open the refrigerator——

—half a bar of chocolate, two thin slices of bread poured on one side.

She breathed a sigh of relief and took out all these things. The bread was a bit dry. She put the chocolate in the middle of the bread, sandwiched it like a sandwich, and took a bite.

"Crack--"

She closed her eyes in pain.

Chew quickly.

The water was already boiling, gurgling and tumbling, steaming.She turned around to turn off the switch a little annoyed, and through the rising white mist, she saw Sherlock facing her, wearing that well-tailored shirt, with his hands slightly closed together, his fingers crossed, his eyes undisguised looked directly at her.

In traditional oriental culture, sometimes we think that it is impolite and offensive to look someone directly in the eye.

Although Jian Ruo didn't have such a strong feeling, she moved her eyes down a little unpleasantly, avoided Sherlock, and prepared some coffee with a blank expression.

"Jane, do you always think that you are not yourself?"

The coffee cup in Jian Ruo's hand collided with the edge of the table with some gaffes.

"Pong." A sound.

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