[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

009.

Although Jian Ruo felt that she was a little blind at this moment, it didn't matter. After a while, she not only felt that she was blind, but also that she had no IQ.

"It seems that the murderer has surfaced." Sherlock said inscrutablely.

...? ? ? ! ! !

……etc? !what happened? !Balls are sacks! ! ! ∑(っ°Д°;)っDo you dare to rewind the tape? ? ? ? ?

Did I skip a section?

Fuck you, meow, you just pondered for a while, and the murderer surfaced? ? excuseme? ? ?

Did you go to psychic just now? ! !

"Wait a minute!" She made a STOP gesture, tilted her head and felt a little pain in her brain, "...you stop for a moment, I feel a little confused right now ==, what happened? The murderer Just come out? Am I out of my mind today...?"

"Obviously, you're not brainless." Sherlock smiled, "You're not brainless at all."

"...Forget it, I don't care about it with you. Then tell me, who is the murderer?" She asked Sherlock back.

Sherlock didn't answer her, but squatted down, raised the leg of the chair, looked carefully, smiled a little, and stretched out his hand to Jian Ruo: "Give me a saw."

"A saw?" Jian Ruo looked blank, "What do you want a saw for?"

She glanced at the chair leg in Sherlock's hand again, and suddenly realized: "Oh, you want to saw the chair? It's not that troublesome..." She grabbed the chair with one hand and pulled it, but it didn't move, so she frowned Looking at Sherlock who was squatting there and pulling a chair leg, "Let go."

Sherlock let go of his hand, stood up coldly, looked on coldly, Jane turned around indifferently, lifted the chair without hesitation and slammed it heavily against the corner of the table.

"Boom—!!!!"

The chair leg is broken.

"Perfect—" She looked at the half of the wood with admiration, and was a little surprised to find that there seemed to be a silver... iron wire inside?

"Boom, boom, boom...!" Heavy footsteps came from the wooden stairs, and the door was knocked open.

"What happened?!" The young police officer looked anxious, and then his expression froze when he saw Sherlock who was standing and Jian Ruo who was carrying a chair.

"It's nothing." Jane put down the chair in her hand as if nothing had happened, "Of course it's nothing."

"The murderer is an acquaintance of the deceased, friend? He is about 178 to 183 in height, with golden brown hair," Sherlock slowly looked away, "A typical top student has a good face and has a cat at home Calm down Ziji and the deceased knew each other while playing the guitar, they should live nearby, and there should be cut marks on his hands," he paused, "maybe they've disappeared. The murder weapon was guitar strings, oh, it's obvious." He said Pulled a smile that was not a smile, "It was hammered into the chair, and the strings should be cut from the broken guitar over there. If the guitar strings were connected, one of them would be a little shorter—a typical Since a large-scale crime, he deliberately put the murder weapon on the scene to show off. Oh, he first took the deceased to take medicine, then gave him water with sleeping pills, and finally stabbed the deceased’s brain with short guitar strings, and finally Use the murder weapon to create the illusion of being stabbed to death—a small wound should be found on the head of the corpse—” He stared at the guitar string, “Oh, unfortunately, there is a little blood on the murder weapon, I think That's what the Scottish establishment is supposed to be good at—?"

He was answered with a bewildered face, and the other party seemed to hesitate, "Eh—" After a long time, he said, "What?"

"Could it be that Scotland Yard can't even do DNA testing now? I'm really worried about the Ministry of Finance that invests money in you every year." He looked cold.

"...uh," the good-tempered police officer scratched his head, "you can actually just say DNA..."

"Of course I can." Sherlock turned his head and smiled. "Then you goldfish can let your brains shrink? Wow, that's awesome. A mediocre salary with a mediocre brain doesn't seem too much?" He grinned indifferently, "It is because you are too lazy to use your brain that you are still a trainee police officer." He glanced at the job badge on the other party's chest.

A lazy police officer who doesn't want to use his brain: "... Has anyone ever told you that you deserve a beating like this?"

"Of course." Jian Ruo had already put down the lame chair, "I am."

"With all due respect, you were still praising me just now." Sherlock looked at Jian Ruo calmly. For some reason, Jian Ruo actually saw a little arrogance in it?No, it must be an illusion.

"There is no conflict between praising you and criticizing you. In addition, I suggest that you take a course called "The Art of Language", which will be very helpful to you." Jian Ruo sincerely suggested.

Sherlock rolled his eyes at that.

……

Out of some unknown nervousness, perhaps to prove Sherlock wrong, the person in charge of Scotland Yard answered a phone call, gave Sherlock a vicious look, and then took people to arrest the suspect himself.

Sherlock and Jane Ruo sat side by side on the bench. I have to say, this is a bit strange, especially when surrounded by police officers who walk around and cast an inexplicable look from time to time, Jane Ruo twitched the corner of her mouth and looked at Sherlock. As he moved closer, he received an emotionless look from Sherlock without any surprise: "You have plenty of space, why do you have to be so close to me?"

"...Maybe it's human beings' sense of self-clustering." Jian Ruo was a little embarrassed, she gestured, trying to explain, "Uh...you know, in a strange place, people are always willing to get close to and trust people she knows well .”

"Sounds so stupid." Sherlock looked at his phone disinterestedly and started typing.

Such silence is embarrassing.

Jane Ruo glanced at Sherlock, then again, and then again.

Sherlock put down the phone and turned his head: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Jian Ruo immediately cheered up: "About the case—I mean, why are we still here—Scotland Yard won't be able to catch anyone, right?"

"Oh, that's not necessarily true." Sherlock shrugged indifferently, "I learned one thing a long time ago, never underestimate the ability of goldfish to make mistakes - they will always tell you that things are not the worst, they It can get worse."

……

Obviously, things are not that bad. According to Lestrade, they used to arrest people very smoothly. Confessed his crime - it has to be said that this was very unexpected to Jian Ruo, but his only request was to see Mr. Holmes who solved the case.

"Oh, it's not fair, and I did my best—but he ignored me without any surprise." Jian Ruo complained half-truthfully, "Congratulations, Mr. Holmes, maybe the other party has already regarded you as a bosom friend."

Sherlock glanced at Jian Ruo with a look of disgust.

He straightened his coat, looked Mr. Semu up and down, raised his chin slightly, and was about to say something: "You..."

Sudden mutation——

Mr. Semu, who had been cooperating all the time, suddenly broke free from the restraint of the police, held up the knife that he didn't know when he was in his hand, and rushed towards the only woman present - Jian Ruo in a panic.

Persimmons need to be picked softly - very inappropriate, Jian Ruo thought of this sentence.Her eyes widened unconsciously, facing Mr. Semu's magnified and distorted face, as if the world had gone away for a while.

——Damn it won't be disfigured!Ahhhhh I don't have the budget to go to the hospital at all! ! !

"Bam—"

"Oh, idiot." Standing in front of Jian Ruo, Sherlock raised the corners of his lips coldly, "If this was on the battlefield, you would have died countless times."

Jian Ruo's face turned pale, and she looked at Sherlock in a daze. Her hands and feet were cold, her blood flowed backwards, and she was even speechless.

Sherlock frowned: "Oh—Jane—"

She grabbed Sherlock's arm, put her head on it under his unpredictable eyes for a moment, and then said weakly: "...I'm glad I didn't go to the battlefield - I'll just lean on for a while, just for a while."

She didn't lean on it.Sherlock pursed her lips calmly, obviously, although she made a gesture of grabbing his arm and snuggling up to her, her head was only slightly pressed against his clothes.and--

How long is a while?Why in the world are there such vague time qualifiers?

"I have to tell you," Sherlock said dryly, "First of all, I'm not saving you, it's just a random move, you understand?"

"..."

"Okay, if you don't answer, I'll assume you understand. Secondly," Sherlock paused, his body stiffened and motionless, "How long are you going to post? I still have to work."

Jian Ruo grabbed his arm, raised her head slowly, and watched him twitch the corner of his mouth: "...you talk a lot, sir."

"..." Don't even think about asking him to lend her arm next time!I will never comfort her again!Mr. Holmes shook his hands angrily and started to work.

That Mr. Sam seemed to have calmed down, and he seemed to have regained his composure, as if he didn't care that his failure just now was caused by Sherlock.His meeting with Sherlock was in a small room in Scotland Yard, and the conversation went on for a while, and Jian Ruo could observe the other party's interest in Sherlock's almost undisguised admiration from the glass window.

She touched the tip of her nose in embarrassment - didn't she?Was it really hit?Should it be said that it really deserves to be a big corrupt country?

Sherlock looked bored, he talked a lot like a machine gun, and seemed to ask some questions, Jian Ruo noticed that Sam's eyes gradually became a little strange, she felt vigilant all over, a little hairy, Subconsciously took a step back, bumping into Lestrade behind him.

"Oh. Sorry, officer." She apologized hastily.

"It's nothing." Lestrade supported her and smiled slightly. His handsome face made people feel good. "What's wrong with you?"

"Eh..." Jane Ruo didn't know how to explain, she turned her head to stare at that person again, with a strange blank expression on her face, "...I think, I think...that seems to be... ... sleep?" She unconsciously lowered her voice, as if she was also doubting her own judgment, after all, Sherlock didn't seem to have done anything, let alone hypnosis is not a bad street thing.

"What did you just say?" Lestrade didn't hear clearly.

"No," she smiled, "I must be dizzy." She had never seen hypnosis before, where did she have the confidence to think that it was hypnosis?

But it seemed subconsciously, she went back to look in through the glass window again, Sherlock stood up impatiently, got up and was about to leave, Jian Ruo breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously looked at Sam who was sitting opposite Sir, but just met the other party's inorganic, empty eyes.

He stared at her, then slowly opened his mouth in a few silent mouth shapes.

!

Jian Ruo's eyes widened.

……

When we came out again, it was almost dusk.

For a moment, Jian Ruo felt absurd and unbelievable, and she was in a daze.She unconsciously asked Sherlock: "So, this is how we ended? It's over???"

Sherlock didn't seem to want to answer this meaningless question. He flicked his fingers impatiently, then tightened his coat, and stepped forward to hail a taxi.

"...Wait!" Jian Ruo stopped him from burning money in time, "You don't plan to take a taxi back to Oxfordshire, do you?"

"What else? A meal with Scotland Yard?"

"...How much do you hate Scotland Yard...Wait, that's not the point, it's too extravagant to take a taxi back." Jane Ruo stopped him, "For the sake of environmental protection, I think we should choose a more low-carbon travel Way."

【Your friend Sherlock rejected your proposal and rolled his eyes at you. 】

Damn mental retardation.

Seeing that she was about to be unable to stop the runaway wild horse, Jian Ruo hurriedly changed the topic: "Hey wait, I suddenly thought of a question, you said that the murderer, why did he kill people? Listening to your analysis just now, I feel that it is a very important question." ...excellent person?"

"Excellent?" Sherlock's attention was indeed attracted, "Oh my god, you actually praised a goldfish...excellent? With all due respect, this crude way of killing people is as horrible as a lengthy "Les Miserables" What's more, he is proud and conceited, leaving the murder weapon at the scene of the crime, heck, it's a poor way of showing off."

"Okay... But I'm still curious, as you said, the dead and the murderer seem to be completely two extremes, don't they? They are obviously people from two worlds, why did he go to such lengths to murder him?"

"Because of the cat." Sherlock was expressionless, obviously not wanting to express too much opinion on this matter, probably because this case was too simple for him.

Maybe it's because he doesn't care about these entanglements, these "goldfish emotions" at all?

Compared with the truth of things, in a sense, Jane Ruo cares more about people.

In her previous life, she also followed the drama "Dead Primary School Student". Although she later gave up because she couldn't bear the huge number of episodes, she was once a diehard fan of this episode.

But she doesn't like to watch the reasoning process, she likes to watch the final result, everyone's motivation.Why do people kill people?that power?envy?love?wealth?Or just for revenge?

The case is not interesting to Jian Ruo, the only thing that makes her interesting is the [human nature] hidden in the case.

She and Sherlock are completely different people.

But it doesn't seem to matter too much.

She needs a companion who only likes to explore puzzles, not to probe and judge people's hearts.How complementary.

Jian Ruo gathered her scarf in the chilly wind, and the page of "The Passing of Spring" flashed in front of her eyes.

It was as if someone had read this poem for her many times. In the night rain, accompanied by the sound of rain beating plantains, she turned page after page and read this poem softly.

"If I should see you..."

There are no absolute coincidences in this world.

She shuddered and slowly withdrew all her thoughts.

……

"I thought you were a psychologist." Jian Ruo whispered to Sherlock, "But it seems that you prefer to be a detective?"

"Detective?" Sherlock curled his lips strangely, "No - I don't want to be a detective."

"So, Police Counselor?"

"Can you not take it to the police station? It sounds stupid."

"Neither this, nor that, you are really picky." Jian Ruo said with some disgust, "I don't care about you, anyway, we have already reached the subway station, shall we go back by subway?" Looking at Sherlock, he smiled proudly, just like the evening wind blowing on his face.

A goldfish is a goldfish.

Sherlock thought blankly, even though he seemed to have some brains, he was actually a stupid, hopeless goldfish.

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This chapter is a chapter with a huge explosion of words, close to 5000==, I wonder if you will have a psychological feeling of "Huh? Why is it not finished yet? Not finished yet? Oh, it's not finished yet???" when you read it.

Looking back at the chapters that have been coded before, I feel that I really spared no effort to ambush the pen to imply ==. I don’t know if anyone can see it hahahahaha

In addition, I am seriously thinking about whether I want to change the update time?Do you agree with the text you read? [Touch your chin] A caring author like me just likes to cooperate with you little cuties.

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