[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

049.

I don't know when, the sky suddenly darkened silently.

The dark clouds slowly gathered together, and the wind became more and more violent, hitting the windows, and the bang bang sound was accompanied by the shaking of the canopy, which reminded people of those accidental nights in those movies.

The same wonderful thing.

Jian Ruo sat on the sofa with her head propped up, drowsy, and every time she was about to fall asleep, she would lean forward, fall forward, wake up suddenly, her eyes were sleepy and she would put her head on her hands again—repeatedly.

Sherlock came out of the bedroom, went to get the computer under the pile of newspapers, halfway through it, glanced at Jian Ruo, turned around and continued to pull out the computer, and then turned back again——Jian Ruo was frowning and preparing to continue to recover from the beginning pose.

Sherlock pursed the corners of his mouth, not knowing why the corners of his mouth were raised.

— that looks so stupid.

Either way, it's stupid.

He thought awkwardly.

...Then arrogantly glanced at Jian Ruo again.

Of course he wouldn't be amused by Jane Ruo - obviously, he was just laughing at such a stupid Jane.

This moment was enough for Jian Ruo to fall forward again, and woke up suddenly, she moved her lips, and scratched her hair in a daze.

"If I were you, I wouldn't choose to go on like this." Sherlock cleared his throat, "Oh, this is an endless cycle of vicious circles - can't you sleep somewhere else?"

"...Sleep?" Jian Ruo was a little stunned, her brain was like a computer that had just restarted, and it was stuck for a while, her expression seemed to be trying to recall something, "——No, I didn't sleep, I was—" She paused, "Well, I was watching TV."

She naturally motioned Sherlock to look forward——

The old TV left by the landlord lay there quietly, the screen was pure black.

"..."

Jian Ruo was stunned: "... Wait, I turned on the TV! When did you turn it off? Did you turn it off on purpose!" She looked at Sherlock.

Sherlock touched his cheeks, showing a huge smile that wasn't a smile: "—oh, of course it's me, I turned off the TV in front of you in the bedroom by telepathy and haven't caught your attention—of course it's me .Obviously. By the way, look at the TV's plugs and the dust on the wires...it looks like you magically made them turn on when you turned on the TV."

Jian Ruomu's face was a little irritable: "... Ah ah, but I remember that I had turned on the TV -was it my dream just now?" She was depressed and went on TV.

This old-fashioned TV obviously has a little aging problem. If Jian plugs in the plug and presses the switch, there will only be some blurred pictures left. It's hard to hear like a leak.

She patted it twice with a speechless expression on her face, and tightened the plug at the back. She didn't know which important circuit was touched, and the TV suddenly became clear with a "sizzling" sound.

Jian Ruo glanced at her hand, showing a sincere look of amazement: "—it seems that I have a talent for repairing TVs."

Sherlock scoffed at that.Um. ． ． ． ．Jane Ruo ignored his snort.

Jian Ruo found the remote control in the drawer and changed it to another one.

News live.

The shaking camera was full of police officers, and Jian Ruo even saw Lestrade's face flashing past.

She is not interested in the news at all, but she is always a little curious when she sees the faces of acquaintances. She is a little excited and motions Sherlock to watch TV: "Hey, Sherlock! Look, Lestrade is on TV !"

Sherlock withdrew his arm that was caught by Jane Ruo's excitement in disgust: "——what are you excited about? The stupid faces of Scotland Yard appear on TV as often as they are stupid."

Jian Ruo: "...what you said is so reasonable that I'm speechless."

The female reporter on the TV was wearing a bulletproof vest with a nervous expression on her face: "...a man wearing a pack of explosives appeared near the urban area at 5 o'clock this afternoon. The man seemed crazy and threatened to prove his identity. It is reported that he had Has a history of mental illness, was just diagnosed by a mental hospital a few days ago and returned to normal discharge..."

The camera flashes to the man.

He looked very broken, and his whole body was hysterical, like a tight string, which would explode in the next second: "...Don't come here! Stay away from me! Get out!"

The police tried to calm his emotions through negotiations-considering that he had not detonated the bomb for a long time, they believed that he was still in the stage of hesitation and there was room for redemption.

The camera turned back to the reporter, and she spoke very fast: "Now Scotland Yard has invited the relatives of the gentleman who tried to blow himself up to try to soothe his emotions—"

Accompanied by a female police officer, the sobbing woman looked sadly at the mad man: "Dear—"

The dynamite man froze for a moment, as if he recognized his mother: "——what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to ask you—don't do this, don't treat yourself like this—" Her voice was soaked in tears, and Jane could hear the pleading in it.

His expression was a little loose, just when everyone thought he had achieved something, he suddenly fell into madness, he waved his arms, as if rejecting the world: "——No! You are all lying! You No one believes me - you think I'm crazy, ha, ha ha ha, I want to prove it to you! I want you to know that I'm right! I'm right!"

"No! Don't! No matter what you say, I will believe you, as long as you let yourself go and don't detonate the bomb—!" His mother almost wanted to kneel down and beg him, she looked so pitiful.

Jane Ruo only felt very worried, and she subconsciously looked at Sherlock: "—she is so pitiful, I hope that bomber can finally put down the bomb..."

Sherlock gave her a strange look: "... Oh, very interesting idea. But what's the point of telling me this? I'm not the explosives guy, so I can't give you any reply."

—This fool who knows nothing about the world!

Jian Ruo stared at him angrily: "Can't you give some constructive advice? ——or agree with my head office."

"Why do you agree with you—" Sherlock looked surprised, "—you clearly know that no one can interfere with another person's life and death. Since it is his own choice of self-explosion, he will naturally be responsible for his own choice. The police can only Need to evacuate the goldfish around - as for the rest, well, they're just meddling."

Jian Rong opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

Sherlock's idea is not considered a minority - in the field of "freedom", whether suicide is a person's freedom has always been a topic that is difficult to draw conclusions. Many people think that suicide is a person's right, just like he can It's the same as choosing to survive, but when people find that the people around them commit suicide, they can't help but have some kind of rebuke-like sympathy-Sherlock doesn't.

His intellect is pure and is used in all aspects of life at all times.

But often the purer something is, the more daunting it is.

"——I don't think he will give up his long-planned 'proof' just because of a woman's pointless and logical reassurance." Sherlock paused for a moment, and said without raising his head, "Look at his expression, Gestures, he has touched the bomb on his body no less than five times, he is very serious, and has a tendency to be world-weary and depressed—maybe this tendency would not make him perform suicide openly, but..." He narrowed his eyes, "—— Obviously something unexpected has happened. His eyes are going back and forth, he's waiting for someone to arrive before he does his final 'performance', obviously, oh look at the look on his face as he looks into the camera, Obvious complacency - he wanted to make a name for himself."

He raised the corners of his lips and sneered, "...This idea is extremely stupid, but it doesn't seem outlandish given his chaotic brain."

Jane Ruo pursed her lips, she was in a low mood, she turned her head silently - she really hoped that Sherlock was wrong this time, but obviously...

Sherlock was never wrong.

On the TV, the face of the bomber has gradually returned to calm.He looked pale, and when he looked at his mother, his eyes were a little erratic: "——I said a long time ago, I am different——I will not die...but no one believes me." He twitched Sobbing and crying, like a child who couldn't control his emotions, he covered his face, "—...No one!"

He raised his head again, with tears remaining on his face, but his expression was full of resentment: "I am different from you people - I am God! God! I will not die! I want to prove it to you -"

His gaze was fixed on one point, and a strange smile slowly emerged: "—do you think you can kill a god? Idiots—no one can do it, I will be back, soon .”

He calmly pressed the red button without warning.

"Boom—" the screams, the loud sirens—

Jian Ruo turned off the TV with a "snap".

— as Sherlock expected.

So a crowd watched a suicide?

Jane Ruo didn't expect it to end like this in the end.She expected it, but still couldn't believe it.

She turned to look at Sherlock, trying to get empathy from him: "—Xia..."

Sherlock remained expressionless and motionless: "...Did you hear that?" He raised his head slightly, his eyes flashing, "That bomber, it seems, is not simple at all—"