[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

058.

Sherlock had that inscrutable look on his face.

memory palace.

Jane Ruo guessed that he was entering the familiar huge palace with all his heart, maybe he was pulling out a map and searching for the places where Spencer might appear and cause him lead poisoning.

He's like a statue now.

Jian Ruo waved to the waiter, and softly ordered the other party to pay the bill. The waiter glanced at Sherlock who was standing still, showing a somewhat strange expression. He glanced at Jian Ruo. For some reason, she saw a kind of understanding look.

She blinked.

——Did the waiter misunderstand something?

The next moment, Sherlock moved his eyes, and he looked at Jian Ruo——

It was almost at the same time, even Jian Ruo didn't know why, but at that moment, she understood what Sherlock meant.

--gone.

She and Sherlock stood up simultaneously, lightly and silently.Only Chao, who was sitting at a few tables nearer with some surprise, looked over here, and Sherlock threw the scarf that was hanging on his side to Jian Ruo.The two moved away from their chairs and walked outside.

Sherlock took a big stride, and the hem of his coat was moved by this action, and scattered to both sides. He turned his body and skillfully bypassed the waiter holding the wine glass and plate, and a melodious violin music just happened , the melody of the waltz matched his beat.At this time, the world is Sherlock's foil - she stared at his back, showing a little smile.

The two walked out of the restaurant one after the other, and Sherlock glanced slightly behind - Jian Ruo followed closely behind, seeming to be used to the warm temperature in the room, and shrank slightly at this moment.

"Karoshi, lead poisoning and the missing box—" Sherlock began, "I think you should have seen something."

"...No." Jane said blankly, "I can't conclude the connection between them—I mean, the three things you mentioned, I don't think they are enough to deduce the truth."

"Didn't you go to meet Hannibal Lecter?" Sherlock looked back at her, stretched out his hand, and smoothly hail a taxi, "TAXI!"

He opened the car door and signaled Jian Ruo to get in the car.

The two got into the taxi one after the other, and the black car quickly disappeared among the traffic, completely becoming a small drop of water in a river, losing its own existence.

……

"Is he hiding a secret? Or got something—?" Jian Ruo looked at Sherlock's side face and guessed, "Oh, you know, it's all played like this. Then someone wants to get it This thing, so kill him."

"...I'm sure I stated the cause of the deceased's death 10 minutes and five seconds ago. Although that method of death couldn't be more stupid, it's not enough for you to ignore it so easily." Sherlock turned his head and glanced incredulously. Jian Ruo, "What's in that poor little head of yours? To be honest, this is really one of the few interesting research topics on goldfish."

Jian Ruo pouted, noncommittal about Sherlock's evaluation: "I just gave full play to my imagination."

"—By the way, the known facts are ignored." Sherlock added calmly.

Jane Ruo showed a kind smile to Sherlock: "You should be glad that we are in the car, in order not to cause a car accident, I must exercise restraint—"

Sherlock nodded politely at Jian Ruo - if one just looked at this moment, no one would have thought that Sherlock was an outlier who didn't care about other people's feelings: "Oh, this is really rare. I feel very honored. "Then he smiled hypocritically.

"—he was shrouded in a kind of fear." He folded his hands together and broke the short silence. "His body is haunted by a sense of guilt, as well as fear, a mild mental illness—anxiety disorder. I think Lecter already told you - he puts his heart and soul into work because of guilt, and his wife once complained that he always has a few days off in the office every month - although this complaint is just hers. To deal with the police—after all, her marriage to Spencer is in name only, and her lipstick and perfume are proof that she has a long-term stable relationship for at least five months."

"What am I talking about—it doesn't matter." Sherlock waved his pale hand, as if dispelling the interference of some meaningless reasoning, "Death from overwork—yes, there will be a fixed time every month to stay In terms of work, but this time the duration was obviously longer - something changed, and this change caused Spencer's psychological pressure to increase suddenly, so he had regular meetings with the American doctor, and even today he called Still went to the doctor before making up my mind to end it all and go to Rome—"

He exhaled.

Jian Ruo also took a deep breath.

Listening to Sherlock's non-comma-less reasoning for a second always makes one hold one's breath until the moment he takes a breath - it's a bit of a lung exercise, no doubt about it.

"What's the secret—maybe it's a deal it's hard to say, maybe what organization he's working for yet morality still binds him That box may have some evidence but it's completely lost we can't if nothing else Find the box, but it's okay—"

A look of excitement appeared on Sherlock's face: "It can be used to trade an empty, abandoned chemical plant with excessive lead - of course it must be very suitable for Spencer's working place so that he can rush back immediately - so It’s not that common in places.”

"Then do we need to wear gas masks?" Jian Ruo asked calmly, "After all, you also said that it is a chemical factory—"

"Oh forget it, you always use extra caution in places that are completely unnecessary. It's just an abandoned chemical plant, and we don't need to be so troublesome." Sherlock refused without hesitation, "After all, Spencer It’s just mild lead poisoning after going there for so long.”

Jane shrugged.

"Well, I listen to you, who told you to be Sherlock?"

Sherlock looked sideways, with a glimmer of light in his eyes: "This sounds a bit weird."

"I was just wondering what I would do if I were Sherlock—" she gave a full smile.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Is this a new joke?"

"If I had your IQ and looks—I mean, if I were you—" Jian Ruo showed Sherlock an intoxicated smile of admiration, seeming to be immersed in some kind of fantasy, "I Will definitely do everything I want to do but am unable to do."

——Her state successfully made Sherlock feel hairy all over his body. This feeling is not common. The last time was when he was very young, and he was teased by his "brother" who he still trusted at that time...

He interrupted just in time for an unpleasant flash of memory from the memory palace.

"Whatever weird thing you're thinking about—" Sherlock cleared his throat, "I suggest you better stop—"

"Why?" Jian Ruo retorted subconsciously, "You don't even care about your pure thoughts now?"

"Of course not, I'm not interested in your miniature head." Sherlock glanced at Jian Ruo with disgust, "Actually—we've already arrived."

The taxi stopped smoothly.

From the window of the car, you can vaguely see the towering modern buildings reflecting the light in the distance, but that is already far, far away.

What appeared before his eyes was a strange and desolate scene.

The gray factory standing alone on the wilderness still retains the unique image of the last century. The tall chimneys have been rusted, revealing a unique old color of rust, and the overgrown background sets off the abandoned truth.

Jane Ruo sighed, and felt that she and Sherlock were really out of place in such a scene. In fact, any person in the 21st century would feel out of place in such a scene-these are obviously the products of human beings themselves, but in the end Let humans feel their own weakness.

What kind of mood does Spencer have every time he arrives here?

What the hell is he here for?meet someone?Make a deal?Something that makes him unhappy but has to do?

Sherlock patted his coat and strode into the grass.

To be honest, Jane Ruo was really impressed by Sherlock's fearless spirit - in order to find out the truth, he was really unambiguous and showed no sign of hesitation at all.

Jian Ruo was half a beat behind, and followed.

There are no roads in this abandoned factory, maybe there are some roads paved with gravel, which have already been occupied by those lush weeds. Jianruo bare ankles, it is inevitable to feel the weeds brushing against the skin, weird and Not an uncomfortable feeling.

Fortunately, the road was not long, and soon the two of them reached the periphery of the factory.

The door was open - of course.

Jian Ruo originally thought that they would see a very dilapidated scene - such as the yellowish color left by the leaking old house, countless dust and so on.But it’s not—on the contrary, this factory unexpectedly has an artistic atmosphere. I don’t know where wandering artists discovered this paradise, leaving a large area of ​​spray painting on the walls here, some strange geometric images, semi A woman's face, some protesting sarcasm and abusive sentences.

It was silent.

Jian Ruo saw a dark blue eye drawn on a wall placed in the center - that eye looked deep and mysterious, as if with some kind of unknown smile, quietly watching the people who came here everyone.

The wall is nothing but this eye.

Jian Ruo stood quietly for a while, and walked through these fantastic imaginations with a little appreciation. Most of the works seemed to be unconstrained, some overlapped, and some occupied a corner alone.She even had the illusion that she was admiring an art exhibition instead of investigating something about her. Of course, she was delusional, because she was investigating the case, and Sherlock had long since left Jane Ruo who was still lingering at the door. At the back of her head, at this moment, Jian Ruo heard his voice again, echoing in the huge space: "Jane—"

So the factory repeated his cry twice.

This is a bit embarrassing.Jian Ruo hurriedly quickened her pace and walked inside.

After going around several walls—maybe those were small factories that had been separated before, Jane finally saw Sherlock—he squatted there, and touched something on the floor with his fingers.

"What did you find?" Jian Ruo walked over slowly, "Is there anything I can do to help?" The answer is no.Although Sherlock hasn't said anything yet, she can answer that answer by herself.

Sherlock turned his head and glanced at her: "Obviously - you are my assistant, oh, come on, Jane, you are slower than a worm that needs to rely on wriggling to walk."

Jian Ruo: "...Great, your metaphor makes me numb all over. You won."

"Winning you doesn't make me happy." Sherlock stretched out his hand behind him without looking back, and Jian Ruo subconsciously reached out to his hand, which was wiped off, and a white mark appeared on her palm.

Jian Ruo was puzzled, subconsciously sniffed it, and frowned at the next moment: "Oh——" She rubbed her nose, and patted off the white foam on her hands in disgust, "□□? See if this color is from Asia? ..." She paused, Sherlock was still squatting there, staring up at her, looking like a cat that has been raised for a long time, snuggling next to its owner, and one day suddenly had a problem with the owner A strange suspicion, probably the kind [Are you really the shit-shoveling officer I know? 】Reaction.

"Didn't you find out early on that I'm sensitive to drugs?" She was unperturbed. "There's no need to be like this—after all, does finding this out here mean that Spencer was in the drug trade?" She crooked Tilting his head, "Oh—b."

--etc!Is there something wrong?

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