[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

050.

Yes, the bomber is certainly not simple.

- Obvious.

But that's not the most important thing right now.

Perhaps the arrival of the storm has been expected, but people who have returned home early will never worry about it, because in their minds, the impression of the storm will automatically stay under the warm light, the softness of the sofa pillow and a cup of hot water. On the steaming coffee, there may be a funny program on TV that will not be interrupted by the storm——

In short, the heavy rain cannot interfere with the good mood of the people who have already returned home.

——Normally this is the case.

But obviously today is not a normal situation, because there is a power outage.Warm lights, hot coffee, dinner, and funny shows on TV, these images fade away in an instant, the gray sky reminds people of cold and heartless faces, Jane hugs a pillow, and keeps the power off previous pose.

Oh, and it's obviously not a very unusual situation for aging electrical circuits in an old house to suddenly fail during a thunderstorm.

The power outage was really sudden. I don't know if it was because the eyes that were familiar with the lights suddenly fell into the dim environment. Jian Ruo blinked a little uncomfortable. There was no sound from the TV, and the thunder outside the window was so clear that people couldn't ignore it. , the crackling raindrops hit the window, and a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating Sherlock's face——

There was light in his eyes, but Jane couldn't tell whether it was Sherlock's eyes shining or the reflection of lightning, and she didn't have time to distinguish this, because in the next second, the light had already passed from Sherlock's face. disappeared.

"——If the rainstorm lasts until night, we can act in a horror movie." Jian Ruo shrugged, "But I am more concerned about the power outage now, but it is not too late now, you said someone will come to fix it Is this a circuit?"

Sherlock moved the corners of his lips: "Jane—" He just uttered the first syllable, and the thunder that followed the lightning completely overwhelmed the following words.

It rained harder.

Jane Ruo didn't care what Sherlock said, she sat cross-legged on the sofa, put her face on her face, and looked serious: "But that's not the point, the point is what should we do for dinner at night?"

"..." No matter what happened, her first reaction was to think about eating first. Sherlock didn't know whether to praise this inexplicable persistence.

Jane Ruo turned a blind eye to Sherlock's slightly complicated expression and didn't care. What haunts her now is undoubtedly the trouble caused by the dinner.

——In this kind of damn weather, going out to eat can only make her feel cool, and umbrellas are useless for this kind of windy and windy weather, takeaway?Hehe, what food can we order in this weather?Who wants to deliver food in such an environment?But there wasn't much quick food left in the fridge - no electricity and no cooking.

Terrible.

Thinking of going hungry at night, Jian Ruo felt very unhappy.Maybe she can take a nap, so that she can avoid the ultimate problem of eating, but the news of the explosion just now is too exciting-her brain is very clear, and she doesn't feel sleepy at all.

She sighed.

Well, now there is only one choice.

She looked at Sherlock who was sitting on the opposite sofa and was about to turn on the computer.

"Dear Xiali," Jian Ruo smiled very sweetly - every time she asked for something, she would show such an expression.

Sherlock looked up at her, motioning for her to continue.

"——Can you lend me your computer or mobile phone to surf the Internet for a while?" She folded her hands together and made a gesture of please, pitifully, "——I swear!" Jian Ruo raised a finger solemnly, "I'll just play for a while! I won't run out of electricity!"

"For a while?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, showing a mocking expression, "Well, a very conservative adjective." Even so, he took out the phone from his pocket and threw it to Jane like.

Jian Ruo was in a hurry for a while, she caught the phone, breathed a sigh of relief, skillfully turned on the phone screen to unlock, the faint light was reflected on her face, every detail of expression was seen by Sherlock sitting opposite her no more.

Jian Ruo didn't notice it at all.

——Thanks to human beings, the Internet is really a cross-age invention.

She sighed to herself, and regretted to find that Sherlock's mobile phone did not have Chinese social tools such as Weibo - obviously there would be no such thing, so she checked the news first.

UK news.

Sure enough, there was a report about the suicide bombing in London.

Jian Ruo glanced at the comment area, most of the people were sympathizing with the weeping mother, and incidentally expressed their regret for the bomber who chose to commit suicide.

But obviously, not everyone likes to follow the crowd to express peaceful and popular opinions. After just a while, a "different" comment was pushed up.

[Are you all crazy?What is there to sympathize with, he just wants to be famous, otherwise why didn't he choose to end his life in a quiet place?No doubt this man was committing a crime in a dangerous way against the public interest - he was out to gain attention, no doubt only a fool would regret his death, I can only be thankful that such a madman finally died. 】

Replies to him ranged from insults to approval.

Perhaps human beings always have such a characteristic, they will pay more attention to those who make rebellious remarks in the group, and surround each other with repulsive or novel eyes.

Speaking in a world where everyone wears a mask on the Internet, you never know what kind of uproar a sentence you express may cause.

——More and more people have expressed their agreement, and they have said that the bomber is not worthy of sympathy. Perhaps he is doing this because he wants to be famous.

Perhaps many people actually think this way, and this statement aroused their enthusiasm for expressing their views "different from the mainstream".

Jian Ruo frowned slightly.

"Sherlock—" she turned off the phone, "—about the bomber, do you think he is the same as Charlie Wade and that Ben Borut..." She vaguely passed the behind Half a sentence, "I guess you must have seen something, you have always been good at this... If you see something, can you share it with me, your dear fans?"

Sherlock closed the computer: "—oh. You can't always hope to get answers from me." His face was a bit reluctant, "Don't you think your head is going to rust?"

"But I think your answer is more reliable - don't you want to see me groping and stumbling away from the truth?" Jian Ruo blinked.

"Have a little confidence in yourself." Sherlock said slowly, "—although there are ten Mycrofts between us, at least you have barely reached the passing line for goldfish."

—I am not honored by that.Jian Ruo's heart was indifferent.

"Well. If we have three survey subjects, we can find what they have in common. Isn't this a good research breakthrough? With all due respect, Sherlock, as long as you are willing to use your keen observation skills, this is nothing more than It's a piece of cake." Jane Ruo coughed, hoping to persuade Sherlock to use his brain, "—and I, I think I have an IQ like mine, which is more suitable for appreciating your work quietly."

Sherlock shook hands and was silent for a moment. He rolled his eyes: "Common? What a good idea, maybe you can give an example, Miss Goldfish."

"Er—for example," Jian Ruo stroked her chin and thought for a while, "at least it's more obvious. You see, they are not afraid of death."

"—... really outstanding commonality." Sherlock was expressionless, "Yeah, why didn't I see it? This point should be kept firmly in mind, and it's best to tell Scotland Yard what a major discovery they should be very soon. You can quickly find out the truth of everything with this! I didn’t realize that you are so consistent with Scotland Yard’s style of painting before-go to that team full of talents, they obviously need you more than me.”

Jane choked up.

She rubbed her nose and pretended not to hear Sherlock's words: "—I guess they are not afraid of death because they have 'died', maybe they think they are the product of death and resurrection—you know, death Maybe they are willing to cherish life once, but if they have the illusion that they have died many times, they will think that it is no big deal to die again."

"You know that well?" Sherlock sat up straight, "—maybe you think you've died once too? ... Oh obviously—" He twitched his lips, "Everyone who thinks they've died once thinks Everything is governed by a dark power, what is that to you? Eastern witchcraft? God? Or some other scientific power?"

"Hey Sherlock—" Jian Ruo was a little stunned, she didn't understand why the topic suddenly turned to this topic.Sherlock looked aggressive at this moment, something was wrong with him, but Jane didn't know why.

There was a "bang" outside the window, and she could clearly hear the vibrating sound of the window glass.

Sherlock has a persistent passion for mysteries, and his interest in the mysteries of Jane Ruo has been undisguised since a long time ago.But then more and more things were happening, and he was exploring every day. Jian Ruo thought that he had gradually weakened this interest, but obviously she underestimated his persistence.

He didn't downplay this interest, but archived it, waiting for the right time to break through in one fell swoop.

Obviously, he has made some progress, which was implied by the sudden question that day.

It's just that Jian Ruo completely ignored it.

"This can be explained, can't it?" Sherlock's eyes were cold, "—why your behavior and your experience don't match up. Oh, you think you are a soul traveler? Like the London woman whose soul 'resurrected' from London? Do you remember? When you read that news, your reaction was so obvious, Jane - 'resurrected from the dead'?" He smiled, maybe that didn't count It's laughing.

Jian Ruo looked at him in astonishment, and for some reason, a chill slowly climbed up Jian Ruo's body: "—that newspaper...you put that newspaper in front of me on purpose ?”

"That's not the point—"

"Ha. Of course not." Jane Ruo laughed back angrily. She didn't know why it happened, maybe it was because she tried to mislead Sherlock at the time, and she was complacent about her 'success', but when she turned around, she found that all of this was actually It was all calculated by the other party, and she couldn't control a certain feeling of embarrassment and anger, "What is my self-esteem important to you? You have thousands of ways to know everything, but you have to choose this - this..." She hardly knew how to describe it.

Is this method too much?But it's not the first time Sherlock has used such a stereotype——

Isn't that what he is best at?Experiment, keep experimenting, experiment anytime, anywhere, all the time, until he reaches the conclusion he wants.

She never thought it was a problem before, but when she learned that she had been used in this way, she couldn't control herself at all.

--Double standard.But she couldn't help it—at least subconsciously, she wished she was different.Aren't they friends?

"You'd better calm down, Jane." He didn't move, but raised his jaw slightly to look at Jian Ruo. Although Jian Ruo's angle of view was enough to look down on Sherlock, but under his completely rational reaction, she only felt, You are the one being looked down upon.

She suddenly didn't want to say anything.

Anger is like a tide, it comes quickly, but it disappears quickly.

I don't know when, the rain outside lightened, and the sun showed a little light behind the dark clouds——

Jian Ruo smiled blankly, as if she suddenly realized what she was doing.Unexamined and indistinct—her emotions were like this storm.The momentary light seemed to bring her back to calm.

Without saying a word, she picked up the wallet that was left on the sofa, and was about to go out——

"Jane, have you ever thought about it?" Sherlock said, "—your memory is just a fiction—"

Jian Ruo paused, she twitched the corners of her mouth, but couldn't make a single syllable.

Fake?

Hehe, go to the fucking illusion.

She slams the door and walks away.

Amidst the loud bang of "Boom -", Sherlock remained expressionless.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally stood up, walked around the sofa, and walked to the innermost part of the house—there was a small attic that belonged to the landlord of this house.

This place should have been closed for a long time, but at this moment, it was easily pushed away by Sherlock——

The dusty room was not as Jian Ruo imagined, it was full of sundries.

On the contrary, it looked orderly, like a shrunken bedroom—a Chinese bedroom.

Carved beds, cloth sofas, and white mosquito nets flutter slightly with the wind brought by the door.It looks so normal, like the room of ordinary people in China.

A table of the Eight Immortals—there are traces of children's scribbles and engravings on it, full of childishness, Chinese, English, Italian...they are all basic words, like the clumsy gestures of beginners, permanently staying on the table.

A piece of paper lay safely on the table of the Eight Immortals, already turning yellow.

【Mia】

……

The ground was still wet, and the dullness was a bit unpleasant.

Jian Ruo hurriedly walked, she was full of anger, she couldn't pay attention to the surrounding environment at all, just when she was about to turn a corner, she bumped into a person.

She raised her head, with flames burning in her eyes: "You—"

She's stuck.

"Sorry, are you okay?" The blond man with concerned face asked while holding her waist.I don't know if it's because of Jian Ruo's psychological effect. She always thinks that he reminds people of all elegant things. He seems to have a gentle temperament, which reminds people of nobles in the 19th century, or those gentle scholars. His temperament Give him a natural charm, a kind of subconscious feeling that no matter what he does, it will not be obtrusive at all.

Jian Ruo coughed and stroked her hair: "...It's okay, thank you."

"That's really great." The other party let go of his hand and breathed a sigh of relief, "—ah, may I ask, do you know any restaurants nearby? It's my first time in Oxford, and I don't know much about—"

Jian Ruo blinked her eyes: "Ah, what a coincidence." She smiled and quickly searched the list of nearby restaurants "—I'm going to the restaurant, I can take you there." She said friendly——although she I don't understand why I should be friendly to such a stranger—maybe it's because the other person is a handsome guy?

"That's really great." The man smiled, and stretched out his hand to Jian Ruo, "—Hi, I'm Achilles. Achilles Padopus. You can call me Achilles Lucy."

His voice is calm and gentle, reminiscent of the sparkling Danube flowing calmly under the rays of the sun.

[Volume [-]: God Killer] End