[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

057.

"Bam—"

She put down the pistol and subconsciously loaded it again.The sound of metal clashing was intoxicating, and she knew she was addicted.

It wasn't a good thing - the other part of her body resisted everything she did in unbearable pain.

Her own consciousness mocked everything.

Night Breeze, carrying an unknown fragrance of flowers, gently nestled between her fingers.

She twisted her neck: "At this time, you should pass me a cigarette, the lit one, and let me take it respectfully, and then I took a sip indifferently, as if lamenting the impermanence of fate and the fragility of life ——This is the attitude that a successful boss should have." The blood slowly pooled on the ground, forming a trickle, small streams, like a river in the dark.

"Successful boss?" A male voice with a smile sounded slowly, accompanied by footsteps that were not in a hurry.

A strong but pale hand lit a cigarette in the dark and handed it to her.

She just tilted her head, motioning for him to put the cigarette in her mouth.

His movements paused: "...I really can't do anything about you." He shook his head, as she wished.

She took a deep breath, and coughed heart-piercingly the next moment, and the smoke just fell down like this, and the little scarlet red scattered on the ground like this, and finally disappeared.

"Fuck." She stared at the cigarette, her eyes widened in disbelief, "This is so different from what I thought!"

"Who do you think you are?" The deep male voice sounded again.

The moment this irreversible question was transmitted from sound to air, the world fell silent.She was so quiet that she could hear the traces of blood flowing on the ground—did they stain the soles of her shoes?Did they soak that patch of pavement?

"I'm who I am. It's always been me," she replied, lowering her voice.

……

Autumn is like amber, through that piece of transparent yellow, the eyes are full of a pleasant clarity and brightness.

Even when running, passing countless streets and alleys, all the houses are rushing for the road, and sometimes they even look frightened——

This is just Jane's imagination.

The lungs breathed in the warm amber air, but they were squeezed badly. In fact, she could no longer bear the load, and what supported her were her legs that continued without feeling and relying on will.

As long as she doesn't stop, she can keep running.

Jian Ruo's vision was shaking, but Sherlock's back was in her eyes, but it made people want to vomit.

Did she ever say—she gets carsick?

When she turned into a small alley, she finally couldn't control herself. She leaned to the right and leaned against the wall, limp and panting heavily.

"...No, it can't be done—" She felt dizzy and supported her waist "...they, they can't get in."

Such a narrow alley.

Sherlock took two or three steps back: "Your physical strength is really poor, Jane."

Jane Ruo didn't want to talk to him.She was dizzy, and waved her hands weakly: "...don't talk to me for now..."

She slowed down for a while, the quietness of autumn spread in the alley, a gust of wind lifted Jian Ruo's hair and clothes, and blew on her face, she frowned and pulled her hair back.

"Why did we run?" Jian Ruo finally asked what she wanted to ask from the beginning.

"Oh, didn't you see that car?"

"—Isn't that the car that Mycroft picked us up?" Jian Ruo frowned, "He always takes this car to find you."

"Since you know, why do you still ask me this question." Sherlock walked back and forth irritably, "——you want to see the fat man? Oh, that's a stupid idea, Jane!"

Jane Ruo waited for the rest, leaned against the wall, tilted her head, and stared at Sherlock: "...I just want to take a ride. But your reaction is very strange... I don't think the relationship between you and your brother is that good. It’s not the kind of situation where you want to run away when you see him. How about a close match?”

She shook her eyebrows sensitively: "Did you do something wrong?"

Sherlock froze, he looked back at Jian Ruo, the eyes of the two were tightly glued together, the kind of eyes that wanted to overwhelm each other.

"No." He replied very quickly, "I didn't do anything, and I don't need to do anything. Of course I'm not afraid of Mycroft, I just don't think it's necessary to waste time with him..."

— This is even more strange.

Of course Sherlock should know best, if he did something and Mycroft cared very much, he couldn't escape talking to his brother.

Sherlock has a very good evaluation of Mycroft - a control freak.

If he knew that, why was he pulling her away when there was no way to dodge... wait, "pull her"?

"... Sherlock." She forced a smile, "What you have done is not related to me, is it?"

"...Are you hungry? Jane, there are a few restaurants nearby that I think you'll like very much—oh, don't look at me like that, that psychiatrist obviously only gave you tea, considering your usual schedule, It's time for you to..."

Jian Ruo's stomach groaned.

"—hungry" Sherlock added the last two words calmly, raised his eyebrows, and almost wrote [Look, it's exactly as I expected]

Jian Ruo covered her stomach, and closed her eyes in embarrassment: "...well, tell me which one you think is better and let's go have dinner together."

——Even if Sherlock did something careless, it shouldn't have much to do with her...

No matter how outrageous it is, it won't be too much?

Jian Ruo comforted herself, and put the question aside helplessly.

……

Once the stomach is filled, it's time to start discussing business.

Jian Ruo put down the knife and fork.

Sherlock glanced at her plate in distaste, - except for the steak which was all eaten, all other side dishes were picked aside.

Jian Ruo followed his line of sight to look at her plate, feeling a little uncomfortable, and immediately said righteously: "I am a dedicated person, and I only come to eat steak for the sake of steak."

Sherlock was noncommittal.He himself is also a picky eater, but this picky eater is not so picky when compared with Jian Ruo's weirdness of ordering steak and "only eating steak".

"Hey, didn't you go to see the corpse?" Jian Ruo tried to change the subject, "Did you find anything?"

Sherlock paused.

Jian Ruo blinked her eyes: "Huh?"

"There's nothing to say." He dropped the knife and fork a little irritably, and leaned back on the leather chair back, "—oh, the autopsy on him is simply the biggest joke."

The sound of the tableware was a bit loud, and some people around looked over here with some doubts.

"—Death from overwork." Sherlock said indifferently, "This is the stupidest way to die I've ever heard of."

"Death from overwork?!" Jian Ruo's eyes widened, and then she realized that she was overreacting, she explained, "Oh--it sounds terrible, I'm a little worried about you, Sherlock, every day you ..."

"You're overthinking." Sherlock rolled his eyes, "I wouldn't be so stupid..." He seemed to be gnashing his teeth a bit when he said this.

Jian Ruo thought about it for a while, and found it a little funny, she pursed her lips: "...why did Scotland Yard drag the body to an autopsy when it died from overwork."

"Because they are a group of brainless goldfish." Sherlock said without hesitation, "—Spencer does have the characteristics of mild lead poisoning, but that level is impossible to poison him—obviously it is chronic lead poisoning." Poisoned, the dead appear for a long time in places with high concentrations of lead..."

He stopped, staring fixedly at Jian Ruo, Jian Ruo was a little hairy: "...what are you doing?"

"—use your head, Jane. Spencer isn't one of those chemical factory workers—he doesn't live in some heavily polluted industrial area, but—"

"But why did he develop lead poisoning? Or...long-term chronic...?"