[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

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"Mr. Holmes, can we talk about the stars, ideals, and life without talking about personal matters?" In a coffee shop with only a few police officers left, a rococo in a small corner stood against the wall, with a serious expression on his face. .

Sherlock tugged at the temples of the glasses, tore off the round-frame glasses, threw them casually on the round table aside, and picked up a tissue to wipe off the two mustaches written in black.

He was so close that Rococo didn't dare to look up at his bubbles. She still remembered the package stuffed into his memory cabinet.

When Sherlock crumpled up the paper towel and threw it on the table, Rococo had already lit a row of candles for himself. iii This famous detective, relying on his lake-green eyes, peeled Rococo from the outside to the inside.

Rococo thought of Ferrero, biting off the outermost layer of nutty chocolate with his teeth, carefully eating the thin crispy wafers, licking off the hazelnut chocolate sauce, and finally biting the hazelnuts.It was terrible! Σ(っ°Д°;)っ"Planning and design is not suitable for you. You used to major in the language department, and you simply cannot take care of daily publicity, exhibition layout, advertising graphic processing, planning and design and cost control."

"what?"

It's not something like 'You criticize me for being gay and deduct my salary' or 'Let's talk about my sexual orientation', but explaining to her how unsuitable the position she is applying for is.

Did she take the wrong script? !

Give her back the 100 forum coins!

"Sir, how did you know that I want to apply for planning and design?" Rococo didn't think that this could be deduced.

"I just took the time to look through your bag and saw the job application on your resume." Sherlock replied calmly.

Do you know that it is illegal to take personal belongings of an automatic assistant (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ Also, how could I have time to search for him just now (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻"Besides... ..." Sherlock paused, "If you resign now, you will have to pay me [-] pounds for breach of contract."

What?What? what?

This is unscientific, but she has asked questions about the employment contract very rigorously to ensure her own interests.

"Sir, you clearly told me..."

"There are no illegal or infringing rules in this peace agreement, and you will only benefit from it instead of accepting unilateral unequal treaties." Sherlock repeated the words of Rococo, who thought he was smart that day, verbatim. , and added, "As long as you abide by this peace agreement, there is no need to question the authenticity of the above."

It makes sense, I am speechless QAQ

"Tell me, how many years have we signed?"

Tell her how long she will have to work in this high-risk, difficult, and demanding job before she can justifiably copy the boss.At the same time, Rococo silently read the word "1" infinitely.

"You don't care about paper related to your own source of income?" Sherlock asked back.

Rococo moved a few steps to the side, this kind of invisible situation made her too passive.

"I've signed everything. If I care more about it, it won't become edible, right?" She shrugged, and took another step back. Finally, from her current angle, she can see Sherlock directly at the same time. Look what's in his mind palace.

[Three steps back, purpose unknown.Surrounding items: half-drunk coffee, a backpack left by a fleeing customer, a programmer's notebook case...Usable items: None.It remains to be observed. ]

This was noticed. Can I still play QAQ?

Sherlock's next words completely made Rococo feel the malice of life.

"Sign until I unilaterally terminate the contract."

Who dares to say that this kind of contract is not illegal, does not harm interests and is equal, Rococo will definitely say: You stay after school and don't leave!

She almost forgot that thinking about things is completely subjective. As long as Sherlock thinks the contract is reasonable, her "seeing through everything" skill will not work at all. leave."

[Still going to the interview? (99% cannot be admitted)]

Sherlock frowned.

"Don't think too much sir, I'm just going to wholesale a box of Jiuxin Pills."

Before backing up emergency measures for high-risk work that will never see the light of day in the future, it is necessary to avoid "heart failure" caused by "heart fatigue". _(:з"∠)_

Luo Keke really felt a little stuffy in his chest, exhausted physically and mentally, he must be angry.

"Rococo." Sherlock swept a cup of cappuccino and suddenly remembered something.

Rococo stopped in his tracks, turned around and sighed: "Does the contract stipulate that there is no holiday, and a sick note is required to ask for leave?"

But after turning around, she saw a cup of cappuccino surrounded by Sherlock's bubbles, and fine powder was sprinkled in from midair.The powder also has a line of words pointed to by a solid line: [High-strength sleeping pills; dosage: one mouthful; onset time; within half an hour - [-] minutes have passed since taking it. ]

Rococo thought of the cappuccino served by his fellow robbers, and his physical and mental damage was +[-] again.

"Did your consciousness gradually become blurred, your body feel weak, and your eyelids sink?" Sherlock took three steps in parallel, and approached Rococo again.

In the last few seconds when Luo Keke lost consciousness before being knocked unconscious by the tragic life, there was only one thought left in her mind: why no one caught her, the floor is really hard! ! !

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The afternoon sun shines through the floral curtains and onto the quilt.When Rococo woke up, probably three or four hours had passed since he hit the hard floor.

——It still hurts.

"How did you come into my house, Mr. Holmes?"

She didn't even dare to think about how she got home.

Sherlock sat on a chair not far from the bed, leaning against the back of the chair with one leg crossed, calmly flipping through a book in his hand, the bubbles were densely packed with words, and there was a scroll bar on the right, Swipe down a little bit to reveal more characters.Rococo bet that book was her personal property.

He closed the book, and the words in the air bubbles were wiped out, replaced by a dark red doormat [a doormat with creases at the door, dusty all around, only the lower right corner is clean—flipping often— key. ]

"30.00% of indoor burglaries are caused by stupid homeowners who like to leave their keys under the doormat." He puts the word "stupid" under the rug.

(ノ优)ノ彡┻━┻

"At least 30.00% of people don't have to worry about being stunned by cappuccino and lying on the hard floor for an afternoon." She has a backache when she thinks of the hard floor.

Sherlock got up, walked straight to the bookshelf, and stuffed the book back on the shelf.

[(The pages of the book are very old-read many times; the edition number is too late-the current owner bought it-love to read)≠(a small amount of dust in the cracks-haven't read it recently-?)]

Come and let the dog go, drive that cheating detective out QAQ!

In annoyance, Rococo met Sherlock's eyes who suddenly turned sideways.

"Even if you are not the 30.00% person, I can still open this door." Sherlock's focus has always been strange.

"Mr. breaking the law is breaking the door." Luo Keke no longer knew whether he was working as a detective assistant or a thief's assistant.

[Sharp scratches on the corner of the phone - coins or keys; use a transportation card when going out, the former ×]

"The right pocket of the jacket, put it together with your mobile phone." Sherlock added after considering the scope of Rococo's understanding, "Your keys."

Who will tell this Mr. Detective that even if he took the key and opened the door without the owner's consent, it would be illegal. oyz Sherlock turned his attention back to the books in the cabinet in the bedroom.

[Books that have been read recently - Guide to Growing Flowers (related doubts: all the flowers and plants in the flower shop are withered)]

Sherlock's bubbles almost drove her crazy, Rococo immediately felt no soreness in her waist and legs, she jumped off the bed and walked out of the bedroom first.

"Thank you for bringing me back sir, coffee or tea?" She had to get the detective out of the bedroom and into the living room before he could see anything more.

"Coffee." He didn't intend to leave the bedroom at all.

Rococo was making coffee while watching Sherlock's movements. He was still standing in front of the bookcase, the air bubbles on his head were blocked by the door frame.

"I don't really understand." Rococo's only solution was to distract the great detective, "Why did the diamond robber choose that coffee shop? Don't most people run for their lives? "

Sherlock glanced at her, and she was ready for the veiled IQ crush and the "only a few minutes a day to let the brain think" sarcasm.

But this time Sherlock was different from usual, he was more patient: "He has to transfer these diamonds, what is the least conspicuous way?"

Rococo, who sees everything, approached with the cup of brewed coffee in her hand, and glanced at the detective's bubbles indiscriminately.

"Hide the diamond in the coat, and then pretend to forget it on the spot and let the waiter temporarily take it away?"

Sherlock nodded acquiescingly, looking relieved that the assistant "had more than just a few minutes a day to make the brain think".After taking the coffee, he turned his gaze back to the bookcase.

Didn't she just end this topic just like that?

"See through everything" is a skill that sometimes needs to be shielded oyz

"More sugar." Sherlock took a sip and handed back the cup.

If Rococo hadn't raised her eyes more, she would probably have complained and followed suit, but...

[There is a letter between the pages - open Rococo and take the letter]

She followed his gaze, and saw a white letter sandwiched in Shakespeare's "Hamlet", revealing a very inconspicuous corner.Without thinking, Luo Keke pulled out the letter in front of Sherlock, pretending to be a little surprised by the way: "Oh, when did I put the letter here, I have been too busy with work recently and probably forgot."

Turning over the envelope, Rococo was a little dumbfounded when he saw the words on it: ToRococo-ByRococo (To Rococo-From Rococo).

This typesetting naturally fell into Sherlock's eyes.

She saw that in the detective's thought bubble, a cabinet marked Rococo was opened, and a letter was stuffed into the package that was still fresh in her memory, and then repacked and stuffed back, and the cabinet was closed Door.

Now how to continue editing =. =?

A doorbell rescued Rococo. She put down the cup of coffee and ran to open the door, but when she opened the door, she found that there was no one outside.On the ground in front of the door was a piece of paper pressed against a small roadside stone.Rococo picked up the paper, and Sherlock was already standing behind her.

The piece of paper was cut into an oval shape, and there was a small arrow on one edge, which looked like a speech bubble. The letters of the newspaper titles were spliced ​​into several words on it, and connected together into one sentence: Come to the old place, I'm waiting for you.

She turned the paper upside down, and finally she could only turn to Sherlock behind her.

"Sir, what's wrong with your assistant getting an appointment with a stranger?"

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