[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

"You should really check out that basement." Sherlock added casually, "Perhaps you'll be interested in it."

It's a bit cold, but the Oxford sky can see the shining stars, they look like diamonds that are properly placed on the black velvet fabric, showing a little light preciously.

Jane Ruo picked up Sherlock's coat on the ground, put it on her body, and did not respond to Sherlock's words.

"Should we go over there?" She raised her head slightly to signal that a policeman had already come this way, "—I think, maybe I need to make a record."

"Sounds awful."

"It can't be worse than your conspiracy theory, Sherlock." Jian Ruo lowered her eyes, "——If my life is really arranged as you said, then that is the real nightmare. "She swayed and took two steps forward.

There was a sentence she kept in her heart, but she didn't ask it.But it is there, like a stick in the throat.

——If Sherlock's conspiracy theory is true, what role does Sherlock play in it?an intruder?Or a calculated enabler?

Jian Ruo took a deep breath, as if she wanted to reveal all the unhappy things, including those unresponsive "past".

......

Lestrade held the pen, coughed, and tapped the table twice: "--What bad luck. Isn't it?"

Jian Ruo twitched her lips: "It's really unlucky, last time it was Sherlock, this time it's me—our house can be renamed—how about the suspect's house?"

"The name is quite appropriate——" Lestrade nodded seriously, and the next second there was a coughing sound outside the window. Outside the interrogation room, Sergeant Blake stared at the two with his hands behind his back.

Lestrade suddenly sat up straight, flipping through the records in his hand with a serious expression: "...I have read your rough transcripts at the police station, so you are completely innocent and involved in the case? Self-defense ?”

"I think so." Jian Ruo nodded, "I just wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes at the time—speaking of which, the pack of cigarettes was left at the scene of the crime."

"—Oh, one of the evidences? I said why there was an unopened pack of cigarettes at the scene of the crime!" Lestrade suddenly realized, and glanced at Jian Ruo, "Wait, you... ..smokes?"

Jane Ruo froze: "...No, I bought it for Sherlock."

Lestrade's eyes became more "meaningful": "I see." He nodded seriously.

Jian Ruo: ...Wait, what do you know?

Lestrade tapped the notebook twice: "--well, actually, the previous transcript is detailed enough. You can leave, Jane, and if there is anything, I will call you again."

Jane Ruo nodded: "Okay—where's Sherlock?"

"Sherlock?" Lestrade thought for a while, "I guess it's over there in the dissecting room—the corpses of the dead are placed there, and they haven't been sent away yet."

"Oh, really? Then I'll go find him." She stood up, "——who is the forensic doctor who is in charge this time?"

"Anderson," Lestrade said casually.

The two thought of a question almost at the same moment.

"... Sherlock won't be beaten, right?" Jian Ruo blurted out.

look at each other.

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Sherlock put on milky white rubber gloves and stared intently at the corpse.

"You look like a pervert right now." Anderson stared, blocking Sherlock's face, "—well, I don't know why Scotland Yard seems to have gone crazy, and let an outsider like you participate in it Autopsy, but I have to tell you - I will never allow you to interfere with my work." Perhaps because of the long stay in the laboratory, Anderson's skin was paler than the average person, he pointed at Sherlock, With disgust in his eyes, he looked like a typical addict.

The corners of Sherlock's lips curled into a huge smile: "Oh - I certainly won't interfere with your work - now you can go out, I don't like people interfering with my work."

He reached out to push Anderson out, but the door was opened from the outside.

Jian Ruo was stunned for a moment: "...What are you doing?"

"Jane, it's just in time." Sherlock said, "Open the door wider."

Jian Ruo was a little puzzled, but opened the door anyway.

"—what are you trying to do... oh wait, what are you doing! What are you bastards trying to do!——wait!" Anderson finally came back to his senses, but it was too late. He threw it out the door, closing it and locking it before he could stop it, leaving Anderson slamming and cursing feebly and angrily.

Sherlock rolled his eyes: "Oh, thank God, it's finally quiet."

"Does he talk a lot?" Jian Ruo blinked, a little puzzled.

"No - he has a lot of mental activities, those thoughts - it's too noisy." Sherlock said casually, walking towards the corpse.

"Then should I go out too—?" Jian Ruo realized that she and Sherlock were the only two living people in this room, and she didn't want to deal with the other two dead people.

"You?" Sherlock looked back at Jian Ruo, "Oh, no need - your mind has always been quiet."

Jane Ruo:? !

—…Is this a compliment?

She folded her arms and leaned against the door: "——Okay, so what are you going to do now?"

"Autopsy. If you can observe it." Sherlock didn't look back. He stood beside the test bench, seemingly thinking about something.

"I can't understand why you have to conduct an autopsy on them. Is their cause of death obvious enough?" Jian Ruo pursed her lips, she deliberately didn't look at the two corpses that Sherlock showed in front of her, "—especially the landlady, who is our acquaintance anyway, can't we keep the whole body of this old lady?"

"Acquaintance? Acquaintance when?" Sherlock glanced at Jian Ruo and said a word - he just picked up a horsewhip that was resting there, tried it on the experimental table with a "snap", and then showed a satisfied smile, "—With all due respect, the time you have spent together is less than a day."

"But we have a long time of communication - through email, I know that she likes to grow flowers, she has a slight cleanliness, and she has a small dimple when she smiles, so she seldom smiles when she is older, but she had it when she was young. She has heard romantic stories, and loves her husband and son very much—well, if she has a son...wait for Sherlock!" Jane Ruo stared at Sherlock with a little horror, "You don't want Use this whip on the landlady! You are a whip corpse!! Fuck you, accumulate some virtue!"

Sherlock glanced at his whip: "well, very good—it seems that our landlady successfully created a vivid and complete image for you through the self-description in the email——as for the remaining details that have not been described, you can naturally Will complete for her, oh, that's a clever trick—just because of a word or two from her, you can feel that she is very kind?——With all due respect, Jane, this is not the first time you have seen a dead body is not it Is it? The autopsy is just a scientific operation, not to mention that you and her are not so familiar with—"

"...Can you put down the whip first when talking?" Jian Ruo froze, "...Even according to your theory, we are not familiar—but she saved me, and She is dead now—what's more, the cause of her death is clear enough, but you have to choose the most brutal way to conduct an autopsy—please! She is already dead and can't die anymore!"

"Oh, Jane—someone dies every day." Sherlock replied coldly, "—you're working for me, so you'd better get over that too."

Jian Ruo opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something, she raised her hand, but in the middle of it, it fell down weakly, she tugged the corner of her mouth, but no matter what, she couldn't control the disappointment she expressed, she was a little bit Fatigue, I don't know if it's because of some kind of sad mentality—seeing Sherlock's indifferent attitude, she actually felt a little dazed: "...What if one day, I'm the one lying there?"

It's not impossible, is it?That killer was after her originally, if it wasn't for the landlady, she would be lying here now - anyway, the current situation is that someone wants to kill her, but she doesn't know anything - who knows those people Who is it?

"..." Sherlock moved his mouth, but didn't know what to say.He should have retorted—how could it be her who was lying there?How could he let her lie on the cold dissecting table in the dissecting room?How could there be such a possibility - she will not die.

People die every day, and people all over the world may die at any time, but she is by her side, within reach——

There is no way she will die.

This is of course a logical fallacy—since people all over the world may die at any time, Jian Ruo will never be that exception—reason reminded him coldly.

Sherlock pursed his lips and glanced at Jian Ruo.

She leaned her back against the wall, lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

Running out of words?

He paused for a moment, took up his whip again—then—

"Sherlock." Jane Ruo raised her face and stared at him, "—I remembered something about the past."

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