[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

If you like Sherlock, why don't you say it? "

There is no need to run into such an answer.Molly's brain was on standby for a moment, and Sharon continued: "Since you like him, why don't you say it? You also know that although Sherlock is a smart person, in some respects, even an eight-year-old child may Why not." "I know...I know." She smiled wryly, her eyelids were downcast, covering half of her vision,

"But... so what can I say? For him, there are thousands of girls like 'Molly'. With him? No, I dreamed of it as a girl, but it is after all. fantasy."

fantasy?Is it also an illusion?

Sharon felt that her blood probably became a little bitter.

"...Molly, you're a good girl."

She said something dryly.This kind of words are the same as the lines of the boy who was confessed!Molly also had a terrified expression on her face, and then brushed the messy hair blown on her face behind her ears, smiling like a flower:

"You too, Sharon."

Is she too?

So for Sherlock, "Sharon" is just one of thousands of girls, an insignificant existence.

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"What's your name, please?"

"...Rita Cooper. (Rita Cooper)"

John made a note on the paper, raised his head, and licked his lower lip habitually: "Okay, Mrs. Cooper, since your husband, Mr. Bernard, died because of this accident... don't you have any feelings?"

Mrs. Cooper raised her hand to cover her forehead, her expression was blurred by the light. "Oh, what should I say?" The corners of the mouth of this pale lady trembled for some reason, "My husband, since that incident, has become abnormal." Is it normal?"

When the doctor asked, the woman nodded, and continued, "I should have said everything I wanted to say in the police station. May I ask Dr. Watson...and Miss Sharon, what do you want to say to me?"

What do you want to say?

Say yes, are you suspected of murder?Sharon, leaning against another chair, shook her head with a sigh.

All in all, in a word - it's all the fault of that brat Sherlock!

Because of an unintentional remark, a certain detective was as happy as a child, and rushed back to Baker Street, tinkering with the bottle, and after a while his face was beaming and his hands were open.She just arrived, and the panting Xuelun tried her best to go along with it, showing a look of surprise and surprise. She opened her lips and saw a few blurred characters appearing on the bottle for some reason, but she uttered out of doubt from the bottom of her heart:

"'It'sher!'? Is that the clue?"

Sherlock raised his chin triumphantly, and put the bottle on the table fiercely: "Although the font that appears when exposed to fire is very simple, it is easy to ignore. After all, it often appears in the most inconspicuous blank space, but it still helps Please do me a favor." He whistled and walked out of the laboratory.Sharon was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly shouted, "Hey—where are you going?"

"Go and find the woman who has an intimate relationship with that poor Mr. Cooper, Sharon." Opening the door, a slight

Turning sideways to the girl, he winked one eye mischievously at her, indescribably cute.Even more complaints will be swallowed automatically.

When the sound of leather shoes kicking against the ground was no longer within the hearing range, the girl with a natural stupidity suddenly reacted:

"Hey... you haven't told me what you're going to do again, stupid Sherlock..."

Therefore, after the detective classmate dropped this sentence, she and John dutifully found Mrs. Rita Cooper, the wife of the deceased Mr. Cooper.And the person who ordered to do so didn't know where the mystery was hiding?

"Well, according to the information, Mr. Cooper doesn't seem to have any enemies, right?" The girl took a step forward, leaned forward slightly, and locked the vigilant woman with a gentle and somewhat intoxicating gaze.The latter hummed, clasped his hands tightly, and then let go, repeating this: "Yes. Bernard is a very helpful person, and the neighbors around him also... like him. Of course, I don't know Why would he do something like that..."

A man who can't find a reason to hate, and the only breakthrough is the dropping of a bomb?

I always feel that there is something deeply hidden... To be precise, it is a conspiracy circle.

In the suddenly lit living room, the sensitive eyes couldn't help protesting and clamoring.John looked at Sharon who opened the curtains puzzledly, but still focused on the "interrogation" part: "Uh...you were in the company office when you received the bombing of the community, and when you came here it was already It's fenced in, and your husband's lying in there, is that right, Mrs Cooper?"

"Yes. If you want to doubt me, you don't have any motive, right? Besides, Bernard...did that kind of thing, maybe some family members of the victim out of inner anger and hatred..."

The beautiful eyes were covered by pale gold-plated eyelashes, and the blurred expression just now was replaced by clear grief and helplessness.The facial features are slightly shadowed, three-dimensional, and somewhat illusory.

"Okay." The doctor looked at the notes and didn't see much of the reason, but when the curtains were swung open in a large area, his feet retracted a little unnaturally.He stood up politely, bowed his waist and opened the door for the weak woman: "We will inform you if there is any situation, madam. Please forgive me for your husband's matter." The woman returned a faint smile and stepped out of the door A second later, he turned half of his body hesitantly. "What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?" Xue Lun narrowed her eyes slightly, and quickly stepped forward to ask.

The clasped hands reappeared, and the bracelet on Hao's wrist dangled uncomfortably: "I want to ask..." She said softly, as if she was afraid of something, timidly and cautiously, "Excuse me, when will Mr. Holmes come back? "

Holmes?Sherlock?

Both of them were shocked. John wanted to say something, but Sharon pulled his sleeves down.Although the girl didn't smile, her soft voice sounded very comfortable: "Sherlock has something to go out, he knows that Ma'am, you have been here, so please don't worry."

The woman who got the answer seemed to let go of some burden, she was slightly relieved, and left.

"What do you mean 'don't worry'?"

Just as John was about to ask such a question, a deep voice came from behind, which was more mellow and intoxicating than the fine wine that had been brewing for a long time.Even behind her, she can easily recognize this person who can make her good temper and signature smile break the watch in minutes, and make her unable to resist stepping on each other's feet.

"Mrs. Cooper is a very smart person. She deliberately chose a position that can hide all important expressions." Sharon did not turn around, and explained while counting the steps the man walked toward herself and John.The doctor also suddenly realized, his eyes turned slightly, and a gleam of light flashed.

"The moment you open the curtains, you usually raise your hands or close your eyes habitually, but Mrs. Cooper clasped her hands tightly and closed her eyes to make her expression look numb, as if she was extremely sad?"

Seeing the brother and sister handing him a "Teddy kid, not bad" expression, he silently covered his face.

"You've been eavesdropping." Sharon's voice remained unchanged, except for a small cross popping out on her forehead~ Eavesdropping is eavesdropping, but neither she nor John noticed... the gap was also Too demoralizing, right?

"Sherlock, why do you think Mrs. Cooper must be the prisoner?" John didn't have much time to deal with the resentful girl, and couldn't wait to ask, "Is it because of that 'HER'?" "My dear John."

The man drew an inexplicable figure in the air, "Mr. Cooper who panicked can open the door without any warning, it must be someone he is very familiar with. I have already said this. The thing that further proves my reasoning is —the woman's testimony and occupation."

"Occupation? Mrs. Cooper seems to be a pharmacist?" Sharon glanced at John's notes, but still looked at Sherlock with some puzzlement: "Her testimony..." "Use your little brain!" Can't get it Sherlock, who had the same answer, became a little irritable. He couldn't help but bend his body slightly, and stretched out his hand to press the girl's smooth forehead.There are also a few shimmering forehead hairs mixed with the calloused fingers.

Sharon: "...too close."

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Probably noticed John's erratic eyes and the burning sensation under his fingers.Although some things were almost zero, Sherlock still withdrew his hand somewhat mechanically, and in the blink of an eye, he had returned to the old unlovable, smart but still sexy detective.

"The pharmacist has a strange and keen intuition about medicines, and the place where she works has very strict control over medicines. This Mrs. Cooper mentioned in the Scotland Yard transcript that she loved her very much." Husband—oh God what kind of love is there to keep two bottles of dangerous potions in the house unnoticed?"

"This is just a very likely conjecture, right Sherlock." John quickly sorted out the information and objected with some effort.Sherlock was not disturbed at all, and gestured with both hands in turn: "All reasoning is based on rigorous theories and conjectures. If you don't see it with your own eyes, all words are conjectures, and what I have to do is to let These conjectures are infinitely close to the facts, and even dig deeper truths."

the truth……

Can the spider that lives in the center feel every tiny vibration accurately?Xue Lunjue