[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

070.

He was stabbed in the abdomen and bled to death.

Sherlock stood at the scene, crouching down to examine the blood on the floor.

Jian Ruo stood by the side without saying a word, appearing to be preoccupied.The room was silent for a moment as if no one existed.

Lestrade deliberately came over to take a look, and seeing the frozen state of the two people, he raised his eyebrows in doubt: "—Jane?" He subconsciously greeted Jane first, "You and Sherlock ...Uh, you—" How should I ask this question?He paused for a moment, "...Did you find anything?"

"You should ask Sherlock that." Jian Ruo smiled at him, "He is the expert."

Of course he is an expert.

Sherlock patted the dust off his gloves and stood up.

"Acquaintance committing the crime—recent contact about the deceased—where's her cell phone?"

"An acquaintance committed the crime?" Lestrade exclaimed, "—Jesus!"

"Listen to this familiar yell." Sherlock glanced at Lestrade in disgust, "—do you think this was an accidental crime? A burglary? Iing——which idiot forgot to bring his brain when handling the case today?"

Lestrade pursed his lips, a little unhappy: "—oh, the room looks like it's been turned upside down, and the windows are open—it's obvious that someone is looking for something here. It's easy to think, isn't it? ?”

Sherlock hooked the corner of his lips: "Continue."

"Cough," Lestrade looked a little surprised, he glanced at Sherlock again to confirm that he didn't mean to be sarcastic, so he puffed up his chest, "——Obviously, the murderer wanted to enter the room to find something, maybe He wanted to steal, but he bumped into the owner, so in order to cover up his crime, he killed her in desperation—"

"Well, it's obvious," Sherlock drew out his tone and wobbled, "—you didn't go out without your brain, Lestrade, you obviously have completely lost your brain, the pleasant sex/life with Annie last night Clearly got you carried away—"

"Ahem!" Lestrade coughed violently, his eyes widened, "How do you know—"

Sherlock glanced lightly at Lestrade's collar: "Ironed shirt collar - I don't think that's your work, rings, hickeys, glow - dark circles -" He mentioned At the corner of his mouth, "I'm in good spirits."

Lestrade was too embarrassed, he hurriedly interrupted Sherlock, and motioned him to pay attention to Jian Ruo who was watching all this with great interest: "Okay, okay——this is not our focus! Sherlock, you What did you just say—an acquaintance commits the crime! Yes! That’s right! Why is the acquaintance committing the crime?"

Sherlock paused for a moment, and he quickly glanced at Jian Ruo invisibly. She was leaning against the wall, not knowing what she was thinking.After getting off the taxi, she looked like she was deep in thought - he tried to analyze her micro-expressions, but it didn't work, she seemed to have emptied her brain and couldn't read anything.

Jian Ruo's face was stiff, she lowered her eyes, and he couldn't look into her eyes.

"It's all too obvious," Sherlock said contemptuously, raising his chin slightly, "—isn't it, Jane?"

"...Ah?" Jian Ruo raised her head in a daze, "What?"

"About this case—" Sherlock paused, "Jane, tell me what you think."

"My thoughts?" Jian Ruo stood up straighter, and her back finally left the wall she had been leaning against. She looked around the room, elegant, warm, typical British style, not too luxurious, but revealing a kind of chic She is not interested in this case at all—although it is cruel and indifferent to say this, but compared to a dead strange woman, she is more concerned about the foggy future in front of her—when will she live? Woolen cloth?Who the hell wants to kill her?That's what's more important to her.

For this reason, she was so anxious, exhausted from top to bottom, racking her brains to think of all possibilities and ways to save everything.

——...In this situation of trembling in the face of the unknown, who would care about the dead stranger?

Jian Ruo was in a daze, scanning the surroundings very casually, she didn't even want to think about anything, she just forced a smile: "Uh... I think the deceased has a gentle personality, and she should have a good temper—presumably she was a good teacher when she was alive." She didn't know where the inspiration flashed, and the photos she saw on Sherlock's cell phone suddenly appeared in front of her eyes——

"...is she... a Catholic?" There was also a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

There was silence.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly: "—Oh, Catholicism." He turned his head and glanced at the dead body again.

"...Wait, why is it Catholicism?" Lestrade looked as if he hadn't followed at all, "——take it easy, why aren't you a Protestant? I mean—the state religion."

"...Ah, yes. State religion—" Jane Ruo was serious, "In short, the dead believe in God." She paused for a while, "...her beliefs should be very firm." She shrugged.

"Where's the dead man's cell phone." Sherlock said suddenly, "—give it to me." He held out his hand to Lestrade.

"I don't want to ask you why you know this phone happens to be with me..." Lestrade muttered, and took out the phone that had been put in a sterile bag from his overalls jacket.

Sherlock took it and turned on the screen——

"Hey wait - there is a password..." Lestrade closed his mouth, and Sherlock had already turned on the phone.

easy.

Thinking of this, Jian Ruo breathed a sigh of relief, put her hands in her pockets and walked out.

"Jane," Sherlock called to her, "you—"

"I'm just going to take a breath." She hooked the corners of her lips, "It's too stuffy in the room."

She waved her hand and walked out.

The sun is good.The air is very comfortable.The street is not crowded, everything looks orderly except for the police cars parked here, and the occasional taxi drives past the street - as Sherlock said, it is habitable.

She stood at the door, facing the sun, and closed her eyes slightly.

It's boring.

No matter how much she pretended, she was still not interested in logical games like reasoning. She was still her, the guy who was only interested in the criminal's behavioral motives and inner emotional mechanism at the beginning, not a genius, nor a hero.

Sherlock is not like her.

It's very anxiety-provoking.When you have someone you care about, you always hope that you can keep up with him, and you always hope that the two of you can move forward side by side.But there's never been anything going hand in hand—she can't force herself to do something she doesn't enjoy and pretend she enjoys it.

Jane Ruo really hoped that she was an actress, so she could fool Sherlock into thinking that the two of them had common interests, and that she was smart.

It's a pity, if only Sherlock could be stupid, if he could be deceived by her—no, it wouldn't be Sherlock if he could be deceived by her.

Jane Ruo wants to smoke.

—— "Be careful of the people around you."

Is that what the guy said?

Is it true or false?

Is it a tease, trying to make her lose her life; or is she sincerely selling her benefits, just for that illusory "cooperation"?

……future--

The future is hidden deep in her memory, but she knows nothing about it.

A mess.She was so irritable that she wished to end herself just like that, no matter what they wanted, they couldn't get it——

The door opened.

Jane Ruo turned her head subconsciously, just in time to meet Sherlock's gaze looking at her.

She pursed her lips and turned her head back.

"You're right." She tried to raise her voice to tinge some joy into her voice, but it obviously failed, "... Baker Street is good." She gave up this attempt, and her tone returned to a flat, flat tone. "Here in London, there are subways, taxis, not far from the city center, convenient transportation - and importantly, very close to Scotland Yard."

Jian Ruo breathed a sigh of relief: "If I could live here, I couldn't be more comfortable—" She pointed to the opposite side, "Coffee shops, cake shops, restaurants, and even laundromats—everything, how convenient.——Most Good to have a housekeeper." Jane Ruo glanced at Sherlock, "...then everything will be very good, right, Sherlock. After graduation, you should choose to come to London—" She was nonchalant, as if she was just stating A very common thing, "—after all, a high-density city is a paradise for crime."

"..." Sherlock stood beside her silently.

"After I graduate, I'll go back to China." Jian Ruo smiled at him, "The UK is too small and difficult to stay in - I want to go back, find a small city, live in a small town, and find a stable job , drinking tea, planting flowers. Occasionally, I may think of you, "Her expression is calm and gentle, at this moment, those negative emotions and pessimistic future are far away from her, only herself, living forever with a hazy dream, " Then I would feel like every day in England was an adventure, and I would think of you and talk about it—”

"Aren't you planning to go to the British government to find a job?" Sherlock interrupted her, "There is no shortage of idiots there. Of course there are many who lack you, but one more is just right."

"—I don't think so," she blinked. "When I think of having a boss like your brother, I feel my scalp go numb—oh, he must feel like he has a fish tank full of goldfish when he's working."

"I can hire you—" Sherlock said quickly, "if you want."

Jian Ruo was silent for a moment: "...Let's talk about it later." She was a little perfunctory, "By the way, did you find anything about the case?"

Sherlock paused: "—the church. I was going to the church—"

"Let's go together." Jian Ruo smiled, "Let's go and have a look together, maybe we can find something unexpected."

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