[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

On the hospital bed covered with white sheets, the pale Mrs. Barkley was dangling glucose, her eyes closed tightly, and she is still awake.

As soon as Rococo stepped into the ward, he stopped.

The air bubbles suspended above Mrs. Buckley's head were as fragile and transparent as the weak person lying on the hospital bed, as if they might dissipate at any time.

Only 20% of people's dreams are in color, apparently this Mrs. Barrick's dream is the other 80%.

Because she could barely see two black-and-white clips being replayed repeatedly in the bubble: one was a middle-aged man who was talking excitedly as he walked forward and pointed his finger at Mrs. Barkley angrily. Rolling all the way down the stairs, the back of her head hit the last step. Seeing this, Mrs. Buckley ran down the stairs nervously, and then saw the blood oozing from the back of the man's head... The picture went black and then Jump to another, it is a quiet street at night, a vague shadow appears in the center of the bubble, it can be vaguely seen that it is a man with a hunched back and a rickety body, when the figure of the man becomes clearer, the screen jumps again Go back to the beginning of the previous one.

Rococo saw through everything again, no matter who the man was, Colonel Buckley's death was definitely an accident.

"Rococo, what are you looking at?"

Sherlock, who was already standing by the bed, brought her back from watching the movie. She was so focused on seeing what happened in the bubble that she almost forgot that there was a famous detective beside her who wouldn't miss any details. QAQ "Sir, the oak tree outside the window is so dense."

Through the air bubbles, there happened to be a towering oak tree right outside the window.So Rococo showed her unique skill of nonsense.

Sherlock followed her to look at the oak tree.

[Quercus xia? →×] The word was immediately crossed out in the bubble.

Then everything within sight was listed together in Sherlock's huge thinking bubble: [window frames, curtains, murals...] These appeared one by one, and were crossed out one after another. Don't make trouble, sir. You'd never see the bubbles in her eyes.

The big detective who couldn't see through turned his head, and Rococo had already squeezed beside him.

"Come on, give me a break, give me a break, even if Mr. Holmes's memory may be hovering at 99.99%, for the sake of the 0.01% forgetting rate, I'll write down the details for you."

Rococo took out his mobile phone and pressed the shutter button on Mrs. Buckley who was in a coma, and changed the topic at the risk of infringing the right of portrait.

See, not only does she have a special knack for bullshit, she has a special knack for changing the subject.

But that's just what she thought.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and stared at Rococo for a while, and saw her series of suspicious actions wrapped up in his bubble, and then opened a locker somewhere in his thinking palace.

Rococo, who witnessed all this, was tired and dared not speak. If she could, how much she wanted to step on the hospital bed, jump up and reach the package in the air bubble, before being stuffed into the locker of Sherlock's thinking palace. I yanked it out and stuffed it into a dumpster somewhere. （｀へ'）/ And the reality is that she can only watch with her own eyes that the compressed package is stuffed into the locker, and the door is then closed.

"Sir, have you found anything?"

Luo Keke could only swallow his helplessness, and what he could do now was probably to make the famous detective forget that there was a packing document in a box somewhere in his mind. oyz[There is a person (male, with a strange creature), who may have witnessed the death of Colonel Barkley, or may have killed him (not Mrs. Barkley - does not have this ability, does not have any fighting bruises), ( Odd thing - he took the key)...]

Thinking of this, Sherlock suddenly stopped, and said, "The sound of breathing is too heavy."

"..." Sherlock Rococo, who is so self-willed, is used to it. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "Sorry sir, then I will..."

"It doesn't matter to you." He interrupted, and his eyes fell on Mrs. Buckley who was still unconscious.

Is this the rhythm for her to carry the patient out and leave the ward to Sherlock? (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ "Mr. Holmes, please don't embarrass a patient."

"If she wasn't lying here, this case wouldn't be so complicated."

"Okay, then I'll pat her awake, and I'll definitely yell in court 'I was never instructed by Sherlock Holmes to do this, nor because he thought the patient was breathing too hard!'" Luo Coco put on a show and started to grab his sleeves.

"...No need, you should continue to look at your tree." Sherlock swallowed by the way, and at the same time looked at the oak tree outside the window. At this moment, he actually thinks this tree is particularly pleasing to the eye.

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Detective Lestrade called and said he had a witness who could give an important clue to the case, but she didn't talk about it.

"Isn't there anyone in Scotland Yard who can ask a woman for a clue?" Sherlock was obviously dissatisfied with being back here again, and he preferred sitting on the sofa at home to running around aimlessly. think on.

Detective Lestrade seemed to be used to all this, and cut directly to the point: "Mrs. Buckley went out before the incident, and during that hour and a half, Miss Morrison was with her all the time. She must have know something."

Before he got close, he saw a petite and slender girl with fair hair sitting at a table not far away.

And Sherlock's eyes are like a high-definition uncoded scanner, and the information is quickly listed: [Miss Morrison (no trace of ring on hand-unmarried) (recently had sex with at least three men) (does not smoke, take drugs ) (property in good condition) (touches bracelet now and then - Mrs. Buckley has the same style - they are very close)  …]

Sherlock suddenly quickened his pace, and when his expression changed, Rococo knew that the "London Good Actor" was about to appear again.

He slammed on the desk, making Morrison look up.

"I really doubt that you and her are good sisters. Buckley is about to go to jail, and you hide everything so well. Are you jealous that she has such a perfect marriage?" Sherlock said aggressively, "or What about you and Colonel Buckley?"

His high-pitched voice attracted the surrounding police officers to look at him.

"No, what nonsense are you talking about? I didn't do anything, and neither did Nancy. It could only be that hunchbacked man!" When she realized that she had slipped her mouth, Miss Morrison suddenly covered her mouth. it's too late.

At the same time, Rococo noticed that the same street as in Mrs. Buckley's dream appeared in her bubble, and a hunchbacked man stood at the corner of the street.

"The hunchbacked man? Thank you for the clues." Sherlock returned to normal, and smiled, "Your good sister is about to go to jail, so you really don't want to say anything anymore?"

"Okay, I see." Morrison sighed, and Sherlock's acting skills broke through her defense.

Although I have seen it many times, Rococo was still stunned by this excellent acting.As an assistant, should she also enroll in an acting class so that the two of them can share the stage? _(:з"∠)_

Sherlock, who turned around, noticed Rococo's slightly surprised expression, and explained patiently: "Compared to statements, self-defenses are often more truthful."

He brushed Rococo, sat down on the chair next to him, raised one leg naturally, and crossed his fingers on the leg at the same time.

"Rococo, remember to use your 52.8% memory to pick out the key points, especially the details that my 0.01% forgetting rate can't remember."

Pick the key points and remember the details?tease her?

She will mark down all the next transcripts and rest assured ←_←

Miss Morrison brushed away a strand of hair that was blocking her view, and after struggling for a while, she began to narrate: "I promised her that I would keep this matter to myself, but I don't want to see her being wronged... I and She went to a charity dinner that night and walked back around 45:[-] in the evening. When passing by Hudson Street, she met a hunchbacked man carrying a portable cat bag. The cat bag seemed to contain some small animals. , but I can't see clearly..."

Given that Miss Morrison's statement was too lengthy, the only thing left after being filtered by Rococo is this: the hunchbacked man is characterized by the extremely curved spine, like some kind of disability caused by the day after tomorrow.After seeing Mrs. Barkley, he shouted "Nancy!" in surprise. Mrs. Barrick was very frightened, but still stopped Morrison who wanted to call the police, and sent her away, leaving room for them Talk alone.A few minutes later, I saw the hunchbacked man angrily rebuking Mrs. Buckley, but Mrs. Buckley pulled Morrison away without saying a word.Afterwards, she only told Miss Morrison about a former fellow countryman who was down and out at this time.And nothing more.

Rococo knew that Miss Morrison wasn't lying, and those images really appeared in her bubble-the dead-faced man with a curved spine talking to the worried Mrs. Buckley, and the red-faced hunchback berating Buckley in the night The scene of Mrs. played like a GIF animation.

"Rococo, have you memorized it all?" Sherlock, who had been silent while Miss Morrison was speaking, was holding his BlackBerry upright in front of him, pressing the button with one hand, and connected in a few seconds. He said, "Tell me what you found out of it."

Who is the famous detective in solving the case? =. =

"Don't worry, I've recorded everything." Rococo waved the same BlackBerry phone that turned off the recording in his hand, ignored the second half of the sentence and continued, "So you can listen to it as many times as you want, sir, even before going to bed. When the novel is played repeatedly, it is guaranteed that you will not miss any key words."

Rococo silently praised his wit, and continued to ignore the second half of Sherlock's sentence. _(:з」∠)_

Sherlock kept the movement of raising the phone with one hand, but the pair of emerald green eyes rolled in the eye sockets, and his eyes stayed on Rococo for a few seconds.

A European girl with long light blond hair and black pupils appeared in his bubble, smiling and waving a mobile phone beside him.

When Rococo quickly realized that it was her, the image dissipated immediately, and only a line of text remained in the middle of the bubble: [Encounter on Hudson Street at night→The hunchbacked man (temporarily) lives nearby] accompanied by The text, a map of the area where Hudson Street is located, appears inside Sherlock's bubble, just below the text.

[Clue 1: The hunchbacked man is down and out → cheap low-rent apartments and low-priced hotels near Hudson Street] Several relevant places in the area map below are circled.

[Clue 2: Bringing some kind of animal → low-priced small hotels will reject it] Several of the more than ten circles were crossed out and disappeared.

[Clue 3: Acquired hunchback → may have come from an accident, more likely to have been on a war hoe Identity: Former soldier]

Sherlock pressed the phone a few times, and the map in the bubble shrank a little and moved aside, making room for a table that appeared out of thin air.

As he kept pressing the down button of the phone, the text below the table was displayed little by little, and finally stopped at almost halfway, a person's name was drawn out, and the stroke was drawn up at the end of the text. Lifted and made a circle.

[→Henry Wood (48 years old, ex-soldier, now an acrobat in an art troupe, living in an apartment on Hudson Street, the monthly rent is XXX pounds...) ←]

It seemed so easy, Sherlock just sat there and moved his fingers, and the hunchbacked man was locked, and he even knew his name.

Obviously Sherlock has other special and superb skills, at least Rococo can't successfully check the account with only a mobile phone.

"Henry Wood." Sherlock condensed it all into one name.

"What?" Inspector Lestrade asked, puzzled.

Sure enough, not everyone can keep up with Sherlock's brain circuit. I'm afraid most people have mixed Miss Morrison's narrative in their heads.

It seemed that there was no need to save the "bedtime story". Rococo looked down at the phone and kindly reminded Detective Lestrade, "I think Mr. Holmes just told the name of the hunchbacked man."

Detective Lestrade's eyes widened, but that wasn't enough. A text message came to his cell phone.

"Although I don't know how you did it, this address won't be..."

At this moment, Sherlock tossed the phone, caught it with a wave, and stuffed it into his coat pocket. I'm afraid that if he wasn't sitting on a fixed seat, he might continue to turn around.

"I guess this address is the hunchbacked man named Henry Wood." Rococo, who saw through everything, explained to Detective Lestrade, who couldn't see through anything.

Sherlock got up and straightened his clothes.

"You Scotland Yard can always handle these unskilled manual tasks."

Rococo scanned around, and for Sherlock's words that drew the hatred of the entire Scotland Yard, most of the other police officers present were somewhat resentful towards Sherlock. They put their annoyance and disdain into bubbles, but After all, he didn't say anything, just stared behind his back a few times.

She admitted that Sherlock was indeed better than these police officers.

Among Rococo's ideas, there is a sentence that is the most practical:

you can you up, no can nobb.

The author has something to say: completion.

Note 1: The case comes from the original "The Humpbacked Man", which was also adapted by me and has been far behind.