[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

People's thoughts can turn into bubbles above their heads, which Roco can see.

It doesn't come naturally.

When she woke up that day, she found herself in a strange bed. She looked in the mirror, and it was a charming and innocent face of a European woman.

Wearing pajamas, she stepped on the wooden stairs and went down from the second floor to the first floor in disbelief. There were flowers and plants in the room, and European-style streets and shops outside the house.

[My God, she actually walked out on the street in her pajamas! ]

The old lady walking by the door with a poodle was wearing a sun hat, a string of small bubbles appeared on the top of the small white flower on the brim of the hat, leading to a large almost transparent bubble on her head, with a row of words in the middle.

Rococo rubbed his eyes to confirm that he was not hallucinating.

"Oh, ma'am, you..." Rococo spoke in pure British English. She was surprised by herself, but she couldn't help pointing at the top of the old woman's head.

The woman with the dog leash wrinkled her forehead, unbelievable that this young lady was wearing pajamas and shamelessly pointing her finger at her head impolitely.

The old woman sighed and stopped, the words on the top of her head spread out and regrouped into another line of characters: [Young people nowadays are really uneducated. ]

She stroked her round sunhat and called to her puppy, "Lucy, hurry up."

This time it's not text, it's sound.But these words were synchronized in the bubble above her head in a few tenths of a second.

Luo Keke was even more surprised. She couldn't figure out what was going on now. Could it be that she had transmigrated into a comic book?

"Hi~Miss Rococo! Is the store open so early this morning?" A magnetic and energetic male voice came from behind.

Rococo turned around, and the young white male with a suit over his shirt waved at her a few times.The phrase [Hi~Miss Rococo!Is the shop open so early this morning? ] dissipated in a little bit.

[Miss Rococo, why are you wearing pajamas?But even wearing pajamas is still so charming. ]

"Miss Rococo, why are you wearing pajamas?"

The bubbles were a few tenths of a second faster than words, but only half of the man's words remained.

"Well, the newspaper I ordered just arrived, I forgot to change my clothes and came out to get it." Rococo concealed embarrassment.

[Why is she always looking at the top of my head, I seem to have applied pomade when I went out today. ]

The man's eyes were a little confused.

"Sorry, there is nothing strange on the top of your head!" Rococo quickly defended.

[Hey, how does Miss Rococo know what I'm thinking? ]

"How do you know what I'm thinking?" The man was even more confused.

So Rocco is not confused anymore.

The words in the bubbles above the head turned out to be the thoughts of one person!

"Ah, I don't know, I was a little distracted just now, I thought you noticed it." Rococo prevaricated.

After the man left, she glanced at the passers-by on the street. There were all kinds of passers-by, and almost everyone had bubbles above their heads. Apart from words, there were even images.

The child with the schoolbag on his head has a big [Oops, I'm going to be late! ]

An office worker with a briefcase and a cup of steaming coffee surrounded by bubbles above his head.

There is even a middle-aged man who looks like a gentleman with bubbles above his head, constantly replaying the scene of having sex with a woman last night.

Rococo, with a mental age of 20 years old, has transmigrated from a female college student in the Celestial Dynasty to this magical western country, and has the ability to "see through all thoughts" overnight.

Thinking about it, I was a little excited.

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After a few weeks of life, she gradually understood her identity——

A self-supporting single young woman bought a two-story house in West London with the inheritance of her parents who died unexpectedly, and opened a flower shop on the first floor.

It is worth mentioning that the street where her small building is located has a name that made her almost trip over when she first heard it: Baker Street.

What's more worth mentioning is that her house number: 222

Not only is it enough for two, but it is only one road away from the famous 221B.

However, there is no man named Sherlock Holmes living across the street, only Mrs. Hudson who lives alone.

The days go by quickly, and Rococo's flower-growing skills are really incomparably bad. She has searched the Internet for all flower-growing graphic guides, comparing them by category, and many plants that can be raised are still dying in batches.

I'm afraid that one day when all her flowers are gone, she will be reduced to a life of begging on the street.

Or use her excellent ability to be a salesman who observes words and sees bubbles?

But one thing to be thankful for is that her flowers die quickly and sell out quickly. She can clearly judge from the bubbles above the heads of the flower buyers what kind of flowers they need or what occasions they are going to buy as gifts .

No, as long as the flowers are thanking you every day, you will never be thankful QAQ

The days turned when the man moved in across the street.

He was wearing a black and navy long wool trench coat, a dark blue scarf, and only carried a large suitcase. He has since lived in 221B Baker Street, which is opposite.

Rococo was watering the flowers in front of the store that day—although she will feed them to death one day whether they are watered or not—when she saw a large and frighteningly inflated bubble flying above the taxi’s head at the same speed, she stopped The movement of the hand.If other people's bubbles are just a piece of garlic bread, what the person sitting in the car is thinking about is a [-]-inch cheese rolled pizza, topped with pizza sauce, cheese, green pepper, ham, bacon, shiitake mushrooms, chicken and beef cubes... All the ingredients you can imagine, Rococo can only be described by the stunned mood of me and my withered flowers.

Then the man got out of the taxi against the constantly changing bubble.A tall man with short curly brown hair, a high aquiline nose and prominent eyebones.There was only so much she could remember, because her attention was focused on the ever-changing bubble filled with what she could only describe as gibberish.The text inside was mixed with patterns, as well as mathematical and physical formulas that she had never seen before. Before she even had time to look at it, it quickly changed into something else.

The kettle in Rococo's hand fell off, and fell to the ground with a "slap", and the ground was wet.

God, who's going to tell her what the hell it is?

-

In the next few days, as long as she looked out of the window, she could see the man sitting on the sofa with his back facing her thinking in the opposite room at a glance... the astonishing bubbles on his head.

When he was meditating—at least Rococo thought he was meditating—the bubble above his head was a huge three-dimensional palace. It was the first time she had seen such a magnificent palace, so big that it even squeezed out of his window and filled it. In every corner of 221B, the breathtaking and magnificent palace of thought.

When I saw it for the first time, Rococo almost cried QAQ

Sometimes it seems to be playing a movie or PPT in it, a combination of huge scene simulation and countless symbolic information.

—He is not an ordinary person at all.

Rococo's heart couldn't take it anymore, so she resolutely closed the curtains.

That day, she heard the melodious sound of the violin coming from the next door. The sound of the violin was sometimes melodious and soothing, and sometimes hurried.

Luo Keke didn't hold back, she opened the curtains.

She was stunned again—the dense musical notes were strung together and circled around the hall, and the hall was filled with denser information. ) Shuttle freely among the garbled characters.

She thought she opened the curtains and saw what should be pure music scores or musical notes.Oh, she almost forgot that she had already distinguished this person's brain from ordinary people.

While playing the violin, while thinking about such a huge amount of information, this person must not be a person =. =

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Luo Keke thought that she would never meet this gentleman who stunned her face-to-face, because he either stayed at home, or suddenly hurried out of the house and beat him to leave.In other words, it is impossible for him to buy flowers.

She was wrong.

The afternoon sun shone on the green leaves of the plants, and also reflected her long golden hair shining brightly.Don't!Don't ask her where are the flowering plants?

The gentleman came out of the house, wearing that black woolen overcoat.He just glanced at the street, and the bubbles above his head seemed to ignite a fuse in the middle, and the words and pictures seemed to burst with a "swish", rushing out from the middle and rushing around.

Oh my god, spare her, she doesn't want to see it!

In the end, she saw the gentleman cast his eyes on herself, and following his gaze from top to bottom, a row of densely packed words flew through the bubble above his head, and then freeze: [The owner of the flower shop. (mild myopia) (face oil not evenly applied) (uniform skin color on the neck and wrists - no jewelry for a long time) (living alone) (financial status - no debt but living in poverty) (no bad habits) (haven't traveled far recently) ( Inheritance from parents - parents died unexpectedly) (Flower shop can't keep plants - This situation has appeared in recent months) (Recently need a job urgently to solve financial situation)…]

Rococo looked at the continuous description of himself in the air bubble above his head, gasped involuntarily, and trembled with the hand stroking the plant leaves.

[...Fortify me? ]

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Rococo has always seen through others, but today he was seen through by others.

If what she saw was just the flashes of thinking in people's cerebral cortex, then he would give people the feeling that in his eyes, he was a lamb that was peeled clean from the inside out and could not hide any information, lying on the chopping board to be slaughtered .

Not afraid of who are you afraid of?

The next second, he suddenly became flustered, trotted to Rococo, and said in a non-native English accent: "Sorry, I just moved from Wales not long ago... well, I'm not very relieved, you Do you remember who lived across the street?"

He does act like a single man who has wandered alone and settled down recently, but if one ignores the bubble with a huge amount of information exposed in Rococo's eyes above his head.

She captured some information from the bubbles, such as [Experiment why she taboos me. ]

Another example [221B used to be lived by only the landlord Martha Louise Hudson (widow) (semi-abstained from alcohol) (former occupation - stripper) (financial - small debt)] next to it is an elderly woman with short brown hair Mrs. Hudson's 3D anaglyph.

Another example is [She keeps looking at the top of my head (is there something?). ]

So, don't lie in front of Rococo.

Unless you want nothing.

"Sorry sir, please stop pretending. You know better than I do that you were Mrs. Hudson's first tenant, because you even know that she used to like to dance. I'm just a poor financial situation with dead parents. , By the way, there is still a small piece of face oil leaked, a poor woman living alone who sells flowers but can't keep them alive, so there is no need to test me."

Luo Keke felt that what he said was really cool.

But handsome for only three seconds, her chin was barely supported.

The pupils of the man who was a head taller than her shrank rapidly, and his sharp and alert gaze was cast on her.This time it seemed like he was going to stare at her out of a hole, and every time the bubble above his head skipped a word, he denied it by himself: [Just a flower seller?Not only; Mycroft's men? No; foreign spies? No; private detective? No; wanted criminal? No... No, no, no!]

It was too fast, and she couldn't see the next guess clearly, only more and more no, no, no were stamped on each word like a stamp.

The bubbles were getting bigger and bigger, and Rococo even suspected that they were about to explode.

If she is given another chance, she promises, absolutely, definitely, never again, never pretends to be aggressive.She just wants to be a florist who doesn't grow live flowers quietly. QQ