[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

005

Jian Ruo came out of the room, rummaged through the cabinet and found the hammer.

Sherlock pulled out a book from the sofa: "In the end you bought the lock."

Jian Ruo stopped the steps that were about to enter the room, and turned to look at him, she hesitated for a second: "...that's right."

"With all due respect, it's useless," Sherlock said coldly.

"No, I think it's very useful." Jane Ruo didn't care.

As if being provoked, Sherlock sat up and looked at Jian Ruo: "NO, in fact, no matter what kind of lock, there is no way to stop me." He said this without any shame, but complacently, As if in self-praise, "—as long as I think about it, they are equivalent to scrap metal."

Jian Ruo nodded, very calmly: "I know, you said it."

Sherlock looked at her suspiciously: "...No, no, something is wrong, do you believe me?"

"Oh, why not?"

"Most people, when they hear me say this for the first time, think I'm exaggerating."

"That's because they don't understand you." Jian Ruo said softly.

—They don't know if you're a locksmith, or a poor boyish locksmith's apprentice who's traveled all over England.

Sherlock looked at Jian Ruo suspiciously: "...but you still bought the lock."

"Yes——" Jian Ruo shrugged, "I'm sure you can open any lock, I have no other way, so I have to solve the problem at the source—make you unable to touch the lock, although this method is somewhat Stupid." With a sigh to herself, she pulled out the padlock and lock bar, and hammered and nailed the bar into the bedroom door and the wall.

It may be the first time that Sherlock Holmes has encountered such passive resistance. Sherlock Holmes felt speechless. He simply walked over to Jane Ruo's side and watched her work. Jane Ruo didn't care, as if her work It wasn't like he was defending against Sherlock, he drove the nail in with a calm demeanor.

"It's really old." Sherlock held the padlock in his hand, and then looked at the lock beam. "I really can't touch the lock when you lock it in the house, but what if you are outside? You You can't touch the lock either."

Jane Ruo paused, a strange look appeared on her face, she glanced at Sherlock, then at the lock: "...I forgot about it."

"..." Sherlock threw down the lock, slowly lay back on the sofa, casually picked up the book that was put aside, and covered his face, "b~"

B... Yes, it's really boring.

Jian Ruo fixed the nail with one hand, and hammered it with the hammer in the other.

She had a firm face - anyway, put the lock on first, at least to ensure that she is absolutely safe when she is in the room.

"Well, Jane." Sherlock opened the book on his face, as if he suddenly remembered something, sat up and looked at Jane Ruo: "...I assume you still remember to bring me coffee and nicotine patches?"

Jane Ruo stopped the movements in her hands: "...Oh, coffee." She paused, "I don't know what kind of drink you like, so I plan to buy the one I like better - do you know Nescafe coffee? To be honest, I didn’t expect to see it here—usually I would choose this when I’m in China, it’s very convenient—"

"Instant? Oh no—" Sherlock frowned, "I don't—"

"I knew you wouldn't like it!" Jian Ruo interrupted him with a happy and proud face, "——so I didn't buy it!"

After speaking, he immediately turned around and continued to work.

Sherlock: "..."

He paused: "...Obviously, not only did you not buy my coffee, you also didn't buy my nicotine patch." His tone was very strange.

"Yes, it's obvious—" Jane didn't turn her head, "I'm very sorry about that, Mr. Holmes."

How perfunctory.

"To be honest, I don't know where to buy nicotine patches. I've never touched this kind of thing." Jian Ruo talked while working, "I'd rather you ask me to bring a pack of cigarettes."

"They won't let you buy it..." Sherlock looked at the ceiling depressedly, "—Stupid goldfish, they will definitely think you are underage."

"...It sounds really bad." Jian Ruo paused, feeling speechless, although she knew that it was difficult for Caucasians to distinguish the age of Asians - Asians looked like minors This story was already rotten 800 years ago ==

"No nicotine patch! I can't think!"

"You don't need to think." Jian Ruo answered the other party, she swung the hammer, "Why don't you try to help me for a while? For example, help me study my lock."

Sherlock pouted: "I can't understand why you are so obsessed with a lock—it's inefficient and useless. Instead of doing such useless things, it's better to do something meaningful."

Jian Ruo had nailed the last nail, and she tried to put the lock on: "For example?"

Sherlock adjusted his sitting posture: "...it's very late."

With one hand on her waist, Jian Ruo turned to look at Sherlock: "so?"

Sherlock shook open a newspaper: "Oh, Jane, I thought you would be smarter, didn't you think I still overestimated you? Can't you use your brain to think carefully? Reason? Worrying that poor little head—could it have anything but air to adorn it?"

Jane rolled her eyes to the sky: "—thank you very much, dear Mr. Holmes, I am honored that my empty head can attract your attention—then, now can you tell me what you want to do? "

Sherlock remained motionless: "I have to train you - Jane, I don't want the average IQ of this house to be lowered by you - you need to train."

"Oh, let me go, I can't guess, is it because you want to have dinner?" Jian Ruo spread her hands helplessly.

Sherlock put away the newspaper: "well, I have to say, you are very talented."

Jian Ruo: "...Actually, you just want me to cook, don't you?"

"That's not true." Sherlock said calmly, "Don't underestimate yourself. Obviously, you have other functions."

Inexplicably, Jian Ruo felt a sense of pride: "What's the role?"

"Bear 1/4 of the rent?" Sherlock showed a meaningless smile - Jane Ruo wanted to define it as some kind of threat.

"...I know, I'll do it now."

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