[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

061.

If this is a nightmare, then it is time for this nightmare to come to an end.

But obviously no matter how dark the night is, there is an end, why does all this seem to be endless?

With blood on her hands, she walked into the phone booth numbly amidst the terrified expressions of passers-by, and called the police—she could not have put on such an expression, but she was not so sad and numb, but it made her feel Feel better, feel better in every way.

In fact, she is also a victim, isn't she?

--No.The cold voice echoed in her mind, refuting her self-deception.

She's innocent, she's not wrong, who can be rational in that situation?She just wanted to keep herself alive—

--lie.The voice of pure reason and equally coldness refuted her words again.

Jian Ruo closed her eyes.

The siren sounded from afar, tearing people away from the dream world and back to the real world.

She sat on the steps in front of the store, the street's flashing neon lights shook her face, her skirt dragged on the floor, and she could imagine the dust on it without looking.

--great.Is there any special magnetic field on her body?Otherwise, how to explain so many people dying in front of her one after another.Maybe it's because of her.

Jian Ruo lowered her eyes, and the night breeze carried an unknown fragrance of flowers, gradually clearing people's minds.

Like a picture scroll, slowly revealing its entire appearance, those forgotten memories are gradually revealed in front of her eyes.

The cold wind, the night, the strange lights, the figure sitting on the steps hugging his knees, the tired face.When Sherlock hurried over, all he saw was this picture.

most vulnerable moments.

His steps were a little stagnant.

He had roughly deduced something from the rushing police and the area that had been cordoned off - if Jane had left the room for half an hour and hadn't returned, he knew something must have happened.She doesn't have a mobile phone, and she doesn't remember his phone number. The only thing she can do is to find a phone anywhere, and then dial the simplest emergency number.

He was still one step too late.

Who was it—the group of lunatics from before?No, they don't—

Before Sherlock had time to think about it, he had already walked over there. He took off his coat and put his head on Jian Ruo's body.

She blinked her eyes in a daze, seemed a little dull, and pulled her clothes in a panic——finally she showed her head.

"—Sherlock?" A sad smile appeared on her pale face, "Hey, good evening, Sherlock——oh yes." She remembered something, and fumbled for her pocket half a beat later, "—your smoke..."

His coat fell off in her continuous movements and fell on the steps like a big wounded bird.

Not in the left pocket—nor in the right pocket.

— gone.

The blood on her hand was still wet, and it was smeared on the light-colored clothes at the moment, which was a little scary.

"It fell at the scene of the crime." Sherlock said indifferently, as if he just casually said "he fell at home", a natural assertion.

"...Really." Jian Ruo responded with a weary tone.

Sherlock said "Hmm." He didn't even know what he was thinking, and sat beside Jian Ruo indifferently.

The two sat side by side on the steps, looking at the flickering lights opposite, motionless as if in a daze.

"The place you've chosen is not very good, Jane," he began. "It's kind of dirty."

"It's okay." Jian Ruo didn't know what she was talking about, "—it should be cleaner than the street. The business of this store is not very good, and there should not be many people stepping on the steps."

"Ok."

"..." The two fell into silence again.

"Haven't you rested enough?" After about a minute, Sherlock finally couldn't bear it anymore, "——you know, those idiots may be doing some inhumane things to those two corpses."

Jian Ruo was startled: "Ah?!"

"They don't have a professional forensic doctor at all-I think you have enough time to recover yourself, Jane, it is not a good habit to be passive."

"Have you guessed who died?" Jian Ruo smiled bleakly.

"I didn't guess—" Sherlock was a little dissatisfied, "That's reasoning—"

"Okay, reasoning." Jian Ruo waved her hand feebly, "—do you remember Mrs. Li? Shall I show the basement where the monsters are sealed?" She raised her head and looked into Sherlock's eyes - very few people would do this, it was like putting herself on the cutting board and letting the sharpest pair of eyes in the world Her eyes split the whole body, including her thoughts - this is a kind of self-torture, but at this moment, Jane even enjoys it.

Sherlock.

Only he can get the truth from all the clues, you don't need to face chattering comfort or covert doubts, the ability given to him by God allows him to get close to a heart easily.

Soul Friend?

He could be anyone's if he wanted to.

She looked straight into those sober gray eyes, making no effort to hide it, even feeling that she would be fully understood the next moment—before forcing herself to say all the obscurity she knew.

Sherlock paused slightly.

He even felt a little uncomfortable—it's never been like this before, making eye contact with another person, no, another goldfish. Goldfish are always too sensitive, and their fragile little nerves are always ready to collapse. So he has gotten used to it, borrowing various reflections and various angles to get the information he wants - no matter what, excluding the one in front of him, the one that is the most clear but the least proficient for him.

The other party's frankness made Sherlock, who was still very young at this time, look away, so he staggered the haze that flashed past Jian Ruo's eyes, which was the key to the secret door he had been trying to explore. Missed.

But at least at this time, he didn't notice it.

Sherlock Holmes just pursed the corners of his mouth, and with a strange mood, lowered his tone, and told Jane Ruo a trivial matter.

"Oxford is big——" he whispered, "Jane, use your brain, if you don't have amnesia, then you should remember that I just talked about that house with that stubborn Ms. Lee in the first place Regarding the renting issue, in order to live in it, I even endured sharing the rent with you—a stranger. There are obviously more and better choices—have you ever wondered why I had to choose the one under Ms.Lee’s name? "

"...Isn't it because of convenience?" Jian Ruo was a little stunned, "I mean——isn't it normal? Two people rent together, and the house of the landlady is the best one I have selected ..."

She was stuck, and no one could continue with Sherlock's hypocritical "admiration" eyes—she must say, the irony of that expression was so strong that it could overflow—

"...Amazing!" Sherlock clapped his hands twice pretendingly, "Look what I found? If there were a little more goldfish like you in the world who rely on their brains to fill in the blanks, the earth would be able to circle around the world." The sun is turning!"

--......etc?

Jane Ruo was a little confused.

She seemed to understand what Sherlock meant - but didn't the earth... revolve around the sun? ...but Sherlock...shouldn't there be such common sense mistakes, right? so...maybe...she remembers wrongly?

Jane Ruo said nothing.

Sherlock withdrew his hand and smiled mockingly: "Sometimes I really envy you——Jane, for you, the world must be static, isolated, and unconnected."

"That's enough Sherlock." Jane Ruo raised her forehead in frustration, "—please stop your meaningless ridicule, you can say it directly and honestly—what the hell did you want to share with me in such an unlucky roommate? This small broken house that makes you look down on?"

"—Because of our dear landlady." Sherlock clasped his hands and put them on his chin, which meant he was thinking, or recalling, "I have visited Oxford many times before school started——Tomaco Husband's blessing," Sherlock gritted his teeth a little when he said this, "so naturally, in order to organize the map of Oxford, I ran all over Oxfordshire to collect various information-of course, I paid attention to the rental house problem."

- This is easy to understand.Animals always inspect their new territory beforehand—by the way, expel outsiders from the territory.Jian Ruo added something in her heart without interest.

As for why Sherlock said "Thanks to Mycroft", hehe, she didn't want to be involved in the love and murder of the two brothers.

"So, what did our landlady do so that she managed to attract your attention?" Jian Ruo raised her eyebrows.

"—Ability." Sherlock emphasized his voice, "She is nearly 70 years old, but she is agile—"

"...Only this?" Jian Ruo was stunned.

"Jane, what is that!" Sherlock complained, "what is 'only this'! Isn't that enough—you don't know how abrupt her behavior is among a group of old people—and it's just I started to pay attention to her opportunity, can you just shut up and listen to me!"

Jian Ruo: "All right...you say what you say, the young man is quite angry at such a young age." She muttered in a low voice.

"I observed her for a period of time—she was a resident here, and at first she was a Chinese worker who stole Britain during World War II—and later married a local to obtain residency. Her husband died very early, so she has always been a Alone with that house—”

"Wait! Where's her son?"

"Son?" Sherlock turned his head and looked at Jian Ruo, "No - she has no children - as I said, her husband died very young."

Jian Ruo was stunned: "How could it be?! She should have a son! She told me that she rented out the house because the child was going to take her to the United States to live up to her old age."

"Oh come on, only you will believe this full of loopholes!" Sherlock curled his lips contemptuously, "—I checked all her letters and communication records—she doesn't even have a few friends, let alone What a son."

"!" Jian Ruo's eyes widened, and she pointed at Sherlock in disbelief, "You, you... you actually went to check the communication records of a widowed and childless woman!"

"..." Sherlock was also stunned by Jian Ruo's magical focus, "——can't you pay attention to something meaningful?"

"What's meaningful?" Jian Ruo twitched the corners of her lips, "—Okay, so the landlady didn't go to the United States at all? Then she rented the house to me, where does she live?"

"Actually——she did go to the United States, but it was just a long-term tourist visa." A light flashed in Sherlock's eyes, "——it seems that she loves you very much and wants to rent the house to you— ——As I said, she has spent more than 40 years in this house, and it is reasonable to say that she will continue to stay until she dies. Apart from her keen skills, she was completely like an ordinary old woman living alone. I even It has been confirmed that her observations stop here - a retired special agent who came to settle in the UK... This is not out of the ordinary - until that day she suddenly hurriedly found a moving company to make a move Looks—but obviously not that good, her visa gave her away." Sherlock looked a little smug.

"Normal people wouldn't think of checking an old lady's visa." Jian Ruo was expressionless.

Sherlock was choked up: "...Anyway, she is very strange. It's as if she suddenly received an order asking her to rent the house to you-you know, accepting an order means that there is a team —Oxford is too peaceful to ask me to let go of this puzzle now that it has fallen into my hands—Oh, so I ask you, do you think, Jane, that if everything about you—at least from you From the first moment you set foot on British soil, everything after that is utterly manipulative—"

Suddenly, Jian Ruo's back felt cold, and she smiled: "This is impossible—it's too ridiculous."

She tried to refute Sherlock's bizarre conspiracy theory, but she couldn't help thinking of the distant China, that familiar gentle face that could no longer be familiar - it slowly became clear as Jian Ruo's memory emerged.

"...that's ridiculous." She murmured, shook her head, and repeated it again.

_______________________________________________________________________________________

016.

It's a peaceful morning.

"Boring—" Sherlock came out of the bedroom, breakfast was already set on the dining table, he frowned and picked up the milk, "Oh—Jane, I said I don't need milk—"

"There is only milk at home." Jane replied bluntly, "You can drink it or not, anyway, you know better than me what nutrients milk can supplement and what effect it has."

"..." Sherlock glanced at the cup inscrutably, put it on the table, stared at the glass of milk hesitantly, struggled for a while, then frowned, and pushed it away with his index finger.

——No, forget it.

——It is better to leave this glass of milk to Jane who needs its efficacy more.

"Do you have anything to do today?" Jian Ruo washed her hands again, and asked Sherlock as she walked towards the dining table, "—for example, solving a case or something? Do you need me as an assistant to follow?"

"You don't need to be too nervous, in fact, I will text you when I need it." Sherlock looked up at her.

Jian Ruo took a sip of milk: "...Mainly I'm afraid it will be inconvenient for you to find me when I go out." There was a circle of milk stains around her mouth, so she started to eat tissues.

Just at this time, the doorbell rang.

Sherlock didn't move, took out a tissue with restraint, and wiped his mouth.

"It should be looking for you." Jian Ruo glanced at Sherlock, but did not move.

"It's Mycroft, I heard the sound of the Mercedes-Benz stopping - you don't need to open the door," Sherlock said calmly, "No one here wants to see an overweight fat man."

Jian Ruo: "...Isn't it good to say that? Isn't he your brother?"

"He was just born a few years before me."

I really don't understand these people.Jane Ruo thought for a while in distress, and when the second doorbell rang, she walked over and opened the door: "Hey, good morning, Mr. Holmes."

Big Mr. Holmes was leaning on crutches—oh no, his black umbrella. He showed a kind smile at Jian Ruo reservedly, and he glanced at Jian Ruo calmly: "Good morning, Miss Jane. Well, it seems I have to congratulate my dear brother on getting a new assistant - sincerely hope this assistant can put up with him a little longer."

"This has nothing to do with you." Sherlock glanced at him, then sat up straight in some surprise, raised his eyebrows, "—look at your tie, you wouldn't choose this color under normal circumstances ——Traveling, you just came back from abroad? Europe? Asia?... Oh no, it’s amazing.” He looked bright-eyed, and rarely looked at Mycroft seriously, “well, you only have Subtle changes in the skin color of the face and hands - obviously Middle Eastern, it looks like you've had a fantastic run, oh Mycroft - I'm really worried about your frail and old body," he said Make a hypocritical and disgusting tone, "It looks like you will be admitted to the hospital soon because of a partial rupture of muscle fibers. I think your political opponent will be very happy. It seems that he is ready to take a hard blow to you. Best wishes Luckily for you, Mum will be very happy to have one more person to accompany her to enjoy the long drama—”

Mycroft held the handle of the umbrella with his fingers, and looked at Sherlock with long and calm eyes. He didn't seem to care about his young brother's naive provocation: "...I made you laugh, Miss Jane."

The vague aria.

Jane Ruo cast a understanding look at him: "Maybe you would like to sit down and talk? I can make you a cup of coffee." I don't know if it's because the two of them have a common trait that was deeply poisoned by Sherlock and it seems that they can't get rid of it in a short time. Through experience, Jane Ruo has a natural affection and admiration for Mycroft—being able to live with Sherlock under the same roof for more than ten years without gaining the upper hand is certainly worthy of people's admiration.

"Thank you very much." Mycroft nodded slightly at Jian Ruo, walked from kindness to the sofa and sat down, and very naturally assumed a posture of wanting to have a deep talk with Sherlock, "Sherlock—"

"Jane!" Sherlock turned his head dissatisfied to see Jian Ruo who was walking towards the kitchen with her slippers on, "Why do you insist on putting an obese patient who will expand automatically into our house?!"

Jane Ruo: Confused.jpg

She looked a little unbelievable, she almost had "excuseme???" written on her face, but finally met Mycroft's eyes, and she shrugged wisely and gave up on the tsundere boy like Sherlock, and continued on. Prepare her coffee.

"You don't need to be so childish, Xiali." Mycroft turned the black umbrella, "—I heard that you helped Scotland Yard solve another case?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes: "...I should have thought of it a long time ago," he chuckled, "Even Scotland Yard, Mycroft, your desire to control is getting stronger, oh, I guess Now you have the whole of Britain in your sights? Surely the politicians wouldn't have guessed that their handpicked centrist was an ambitious control freak?"

"If it wasn't for you—my dear brother," Mycroft said with a half-smile, "if you weren't displaying a damned sociopathic tendency, I wouldn't have to be so 'full of everything.'"

"—High-functioning sociopath, thank you." Sherlock responded tit for tat.

"Sherlock, you and I both know what that means - a high functioning sociopath? If you continue like this, I'm going to have to take some small steps that are necessary. Believe me, you won't like it." Mycroft With a warning on his face, he warned Sherlock in a low voice.

Immediately he straightened up, with a smile on his face: "—thank you very much for your coffee, Miss Jane."

Jane Ruo put the coffee on the coffee table, and asked Mycroft with interest: "What are you talking about?"

"About Sherlock's new job." Mycroft took a sip of his coffee with a calm expression, "—I heard that he solved a new case before."

"Ah, so you are talking about this." Jian Ruo stroked her hair, "Well, Sherlock did a very good job-but I don't quite understand? I mean...is this Sherlock's job?" She asked Looking at Sherlock, "...cooperating with the investigators? Off-site assistance? Consultants?"...I didn't expect foreign police officers to be able to play like this?Can you still ask for foreign aid? ? ?

"...I admire your fantastic ideas, Jane." Mycroft put down his glass. "Actually, Sherlock is obviously not satisfied with this job. Young people always expect to reach the sky in one step - I am worried about this."

Sherlock stared blankly at the reflection of the three people reflected on the glass coffee table, without speaking.

Jane Ruo glanced at Sherlock uncomfortably.She thought Sherlock would retort, jump up and mock Mycroft, but obviously he didn't do that, instead he was very calm, which made her a little uncomfortable.

She was a little at a loss: "...Actually, I think, um, if Sherlock wants to reach the sky in one step, there's nothing... can't it?" She sat in the morning light, with a trace of ignorance on her face and broken hair. The golden color jumping on her body changed slightly with her movements, just like a soft and bright red flower, falling in the sunlight and blooming for the first time.

Sherlock, who was sitting aside and staring at the table seriously, twitched the corner of his lips slightly.

Mycroft nodded slightly: "Would you like to hear more about it?"

Jane Ruo blinked her eyes——in such a soft morning, the sun shines into the room, and even the dust floating in the air can be clearly seen. Seeing the other party's smiling face, it was actually full of indifference.

It was as if what he was looking at were ants and plants, and he said seriously "I would like to hear more about it", but he couldn't get rid of the indifference and contempt in his bones.

——Jane Ruo couldn't help but think of Sherlock's "Goldfish Theory". It seems that Sherlock's implementation of this theory is far less thorough than his brother's. Almost subconsciously, Jian Ruo moved towards Sherlock.

This is just an invisible small action, but everyone here is good at detailed observation, analysis and reasoning - Jian Ruo's psychological bias is undoubtedly exposed to the air.

"—Sherlock is very smart, and very good at solving cases, the amazing reasoning method he uses—" Jian Ruo stuck for a moment, and looked at Sherlock as if asking for help.

"—Deductive method." Mycroft interrupted Sherlock's prepared but unspoken remarks without hesitation, and took up Jian Ruo's words, "But with all due respect, the deductive method is not unique to Sherlock. The designer of an ingenious tool may be worthy of praise, but the user of the tool—I don’t think there is anything worthy of praise.” He retracted his chin reservedly.

"...Well, yes." She smiled and answered indifferently.

"'Really'? Clearly you don't believe what I'm saying, and try to cover it up with ambiguous answers, emotionally blinding you from looking at things about Sherlock objectively—although for some reason Why, I'd be more than happy to see that, but actually I have to say, it's scary to be controlled by hormones, isn't it, Jane." Mycroft leaned forward slightly, turning the handle of his umbrella, looking nonchalant , It's like... exerting pressure.

Sherlock sneered.

Really aggressive.Jane Ruo rolled her eyes in the bottom of her heart, feeling more and more that this big Mr. Holmes is not as cute as her dear roommate: "——If you must say that, I don't care."

——Although she is not good at discussing problems, she knows how to choke people who quarrel to death.

Sure enough, Mycroft's smile froze: "... Then I assume you admit this fact? In fact, apart from deduction, I don't think Sherlock has any ability to reach the sky in one step. He neither judges the situation nor Knowing how to take care of the overall situation, self-willed, paranoid, as for him helping Scotland Yard solve the case-obviously, Miss Jane and I are well aware of this-not out of any heart, Sherlock tried to solve the case, just for self-satisfaction- —He is a thoroughly high-functioning sociopath,” Mycroft’s voice softened as he spoke, as if he was trying to seduce Jane Ruo, “—don’t you feel scared? Living with a sociopath? "

"..." Jian Ruo had no expression on her face, "...Let me tell you, your brother is sitting next to you, so it's not good for you to say that."

She said, her eyes slowly revealing a hint of disbelief: "...Anyway, I am an outsider, right? Isn't Sherlock your real brother? You are now..." She spread her hands and tried to express I was surprised, "Are you trying to make me fear Sherlock?...I don't understand, is this normal?! You...you are tarnishing Sherlock's reputation?"

"Sherlock's reputation doesn't need my smearing." The corners of Mycroft's mouth were as it was at the beginning, extraordinarily decent, a bit indifferent, "I'm just stating the facts—for the safety of Miss Jane Considering this, isn't it necessary?"

"It seems that I am really thinking about my safety. Normal people know that it is unwise to share a house with an antisocial person." Jian Ruo was almost laughed out of anger, she didn't even know why she was angry, and Sherlock was beside her, But there was no response. Instead, it was her, an outsider, who empathized with anger, "But you are not my brother! You are Sherlock Holmes' brother! Shouldn't you be thinking about Sherlock?" You are sick! ! ! "And with all due respect," Jane Ruo folded her arms in a defensive posture, "Sherlock has hands, feet, and a job, and he's a college student at Oxford, with a frighteningly high IQ, and he's also a nice person—I don't I don't think he's as bad as you said."

"That's the truth." Mycroft lowered his eyes coldly, "Sherlock has accomplished nothing."

"In fact, it is true—sir, I don't think a qualified brother would make such a dig at his younger brother to outsiders—or maybe this is your way of expressing your intimacy with your brother—forgive me for not understanding. In fact, Sherlock I have eyes to see what kind of person he is, so there is no need to listen to what your family says." Jian Ruo raised the corners of her mouth and turned to look at Sherlock, "You are right, why do I have to make a self-inflating Putting an obese person into our house?! He's going to explode!!"

Mycroft shook his eyebrows: "It seems that I am not popular?"

If Jane didn't say a word, Sherlock raised his eyes lazily: "Oh - you haven't left yet?"

McCoff clearly realized that the only person in the room who had a good impression of him had also lost his affection for him under his words. He didn't feel embarrassed, but stood up very naturally, Wei Wei nodded, then left the place, and closed the door very intimately.