[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

The name "Trust" in his heart is constantly rising, just like Yao Sulin's impression of Sherlock at that time - "It's not very popular, but it's very reassuring".

"Second point," he turned and stepped into the house, followed by the other two. "As for the popularity issue of that unlucky gentleman, she emphasized it at least three times, twice in the police station and once here. And she also subconsciously said, 'It may be because of the bombing incident that the family members did it.'."

"It was 20:[-] when it was blown up, and it was [-]:[-] when it was discovered. Rita Cooper's office is only [-] minutes away from her home if you take the bus. She said that she 'hurried' home immediately after receiving the notice and found her husband's body." "How do you know she took the bus?"

After getting a vague answer, Xue Lun asked the question very eagerly, although she was awarded a pair of sanitation balls and a very natural surprised expression. "I thought it was obvious." The man leaned back and sat on the sofa to explain,

"When she chooses a seat, she will habitually sit back and look around intentionally or unintentionally; there is very little mud on her shoes, and the paradox is that there are countless potholes on the road where she goes to work. In addition, she carries There is no Luying on the taxi card, so it is easy to conclude that she is not a frequent walker."

"Wait," John rolled his eyes with a confused look on his face, "No, her colleague also said that she did rush out of the office after receiving a call from the police, so she has spent more than half an hour..." "She often sits The bus from here was delayed for some reason." Fingers were flying nimbly on the keyboard, and the speed of speech was astonishingly fast.

The two of them approached the computer and looked at the timetable on the screen. Sharon reflexively let out a small exclamation: "But wouldn't it be more contradictory if this is the case..." "Correct. Very contradictory, isn't it—assuming she She took another bus because she was late, but she said that the body had already been found when she arrived, so why did she call the police more than half an hour later?

Suppose she simply ran home because of it.Why is there no obvious mud on the bottom of the trousers?It can only show that she is used to go.But it would take at least an hour for a seldom walker like her, and after such a big accident, our Mrs. Cooper is still in the mood to take a brisk walk on the path? "

The rest of the words were pinched in the air.Sherlock got up slowly, and glanced mysteriously at the two who were waiting for the answer with their breaths.Inexplicably decadent: "Haven't you guys understood yet—that woman deliberately calculated that the time would be twelve o'clock instead of thirty, and Ku, who just finished the explosion test and became a little crazy enough to want to smoke Mr. Cooper, said to him something similar to 'eat a little sugar first', and then Mr. Cooper was so lucky to meet God."

The words of reasoning ran at a high speed that ordinary people could not match. For a while, no one replied, only the cowardly cool wind pushed open the window, shuttled back and forth in this small space, and finally went away silently.

"Then, the words on the □?" After a while, the girl woke up and said awkwardly.Sherlock sneered, and under the curly forehead was the bottomless gray sea of ​​eyes:

"How could a dying person have the time to do this kind of thing? And the fact that he knew the murderer can also be ruled out from his behavior. It can only be said that the woman used it to interfere with reasoning."

But what about motivation?

Although what you say is very reasonable, isn't it too hasty to draw conclusions like this?

Many words that I want to ask are held in my throat, and I don't know why I can't spit them out.The computer yelled ignorantly, Sherlock snapped his fingers, straddled his legs, and sat back firmly on the spot.After that, I don't know what I saw, and those gray-green eyes dimmed instantly, but this was only fleeting.After another second, he changed into a eager expression.

The alarm bell sounded in my heart - what attracted this great detective was not only the case, but also the case.

"Oh, dear friends, this is really sad news." Half of the light hit the chiseled face, and there was a feeling of watching a sketch.

"Our Miss Murderer disappeared, just 10 minutes ago, just after she left 221B."

The tenderness is still there, the belly is still black

There was a dead silence.

The stuffy smell of oil stains filled the chest, and there was no light on the dark ground; the occasional sound of machine operation changed back to thoughts, followed by endless unknowns and fears.

To be precise, it is the fear caused by the unknown.

Human beings, to put it bluntly, are ordinary animals afraid of the unknown.

"coming."

It was obviously just a deep sentence, but a wild laughter that was trying to hide could be easily detected from it.In the woman's mind, it was logical to recall that when they first met, the man seemed to have such a strange voice, coupled with such a strange location, it was abrupt but very suitable.

"I've... done as you said." The female-specific fright was even more exciting.The person hiding in the corner let out a strange and distorted laugh, which made the woman tremble all over, as if a snake was entangled in her, trying to break free, but there was nothing she could do.

"Welldone." An understatement of praise, followed by the sound of steady footsteps.The friction between leather shoes and the ground can easily pinch a person's heart tightly.

"However—"

With a bang, the bird standing by the small window was knocked down.

"It's not enough."

"Not enough! Not enough! Not enough at all!"

Early in the morning, I was woken up by the yelling from the next door that seemed to knock the roof off.The girl was wrapped in a quilt and leaned her head weakly on the desk.I wanted to be more energetic, but the cold touch gave me a dose of anesthesia instead...

"What about the case? What about the criminal? Have the criminals in London given up treatment?!"

Sharon: ... You gave up the treatment, right?

"Don't be like that Sherlock. People who don't know think I live with a psychopathic would-be criminal. Besides, you don't have time to deal with this today." Alison from .

"Ah~ Xuebao, you really look like a little mouse~" The woman wearing skin care products stretched out her hand, and pinched the face of the girl who was curled up into a ball fiercely.The latter covered his face feebly: "...It's a chipmunk." It seemed that something reflexively said it.

"But is it really okay for you to stay in bed like this? Didn't you say that you are going back to Holmes' house?

"There's no such thing..."

one two Three.

When sporadic memories flooded up, and when the last three lights went off on the big screen in her head, the girl who was still calmly gnawing on a corner of the desk just now jumped up immediately: "I'm not mentally prepared! No——no—no! Alison, why didn't you remind me earlier..."

Alison, who was looking in the mirror, replied leisurely: "Oh? I remember a certain girl hugged my thigh and acted like a baby 10 minutes ago. Don't take my pillow. I'm sorry for it." Deep in love!'?"

There is no need to say onomatopoeia and onomatopoeia...

In short, after a painful change of washing, after a brisk ding-dong sound, after the door of 222B was ruthlessly opened (?), what greeted Mycroft, Sherlock and good-natured John was a very strange scene.

The girl in a white shirt and khaki trousers was leaning on a dark green down jacket, while another red-haired woman dragged that poor dress, kicked her high-heeled shoes on the sofa, and shouted: " Put it on for my old lady! Even if you look cute, you can’t stop the rhythm of getting dressed and going out!" The girl with draped hair muttered: "Anyway, the next door is still fighting against the devil. Don’t worry, I’ll sleep for a while..."

Devil + Warrior + Warrior's good friend = "Sister, don't stop taking medicine."

At the head of Alison's head, she realized that Xuebao, who has always been cute, is actually a brat with a serious get-up attitude. Now when she sees the three men with different faces, she immediately smiles happily: "Good! My good girl, it's time to go Lah~" After saying that, he picked up Xue Lun with the spirit of a woman, threw her to the (?) door, made a cheering gesture, then waved his sleeves and walked away without taking away a cloud.

"..." Mycroft, who has always been articulate (sharp), was surprised to find that he also had a day when he was speechless.And the girl with the attribute of "As long as you don't wake up, you can sleep wherever you go" floated out of the door, and then...

He slammed into the car door.

Except for the obvious cute expression on John's face, the Holmes brothers were full of naked contempt.

Bump, bump.

The girl who had dreamed of ghosts woke up suddenly, and Anthea, who was being used as a pillow, cared while playing with her blackberry phone: "Boss, Miss Sharon is awake."

Sharon, who walked out (?) from the chaos, found herself in the car of a certain British government, and the beautiful scenery of the surrounding countryside flew by her side like a drama staged in turn.She thought for a while that she was indeed heading in the direction of Sherlock Holmes' old house...

But how did he miraculously sit in the car?As for the tricks I played...

She was terrified, well, shame on her.

"Sharon was too tired yesterday?" John, who was sitting in the last row, asked in a doctor's tone.She shrank back embarrassedly: "No, this month... have you been tossing about the disappearance of Mrs. Cooper?"

A certain detective who was driving the car suddenly felt that he had been shot in the knee, and McCoff, who was sitting in the passenger seat, smiled shamelessly.Isn't this just turning around?