[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Sherlock the Hound Holmes was pinching a corner of the paper at this moment, holding the paper under the tip of his nose, and sniffing thoughtfully.

A small piece of paper spread out a huge blueprint in his thought bubble.

[（1.较重油墨味-近期报纸）（2.N-甲基-2[α（β，γ）]-吡啶基四氢吡咯）（3.含有2%-3%精油含量的清淡香水）（4、固态胶水）……]

Especially for the second smell, a group of chemical structural formulas were supplemented with pictures in Sherlock's thinking bubble.

Please forgive her for her lack of knowledge, can you add some human words and material common names in brackets when thinking?What the hell is the second one∠(?」∠)＿

"Combined with newspaper headlines, clever choice. Successfully concealed my handwriting, pen habits, possible disabilities and background."

When Sherlock said this, he showed an interested smile. He put the paper in front of his eyes, took out the magnifying glass that he carried with him from his pocket, and carefully observed the pieces of newspaper.

Rococo heard it, Sherlock didn't care about the unknown hazards, he only cared about whether the unknown puzzles could make him enjoy it.

As for this series of compliments on this unknown piece of paper, Rococo simply went through it in his mind, and there was only one focus left.

"Background?" she repeated. "Writing can reveal a person's background?"

"Why not, it's as simple as opening the door with a key." Sherlock held the piece of paper above his head, through the sunlight, taking it for granted.

Probably her door lock and key are rusty, so it doesn't feel simple =. =

[Letter Cut Smooth - Cutting Tool - Patience ≠ Too Much Glue Applied; Question: Meaning of Paper Shape? ]

She also wants to know that it is not a circle, not a square, and not an ellipse. There are thousands of shapes in the world, but they choose to use bubbles.

"Although he is very smart, you are not useless, sir?" Rococo hoped this was just a coincidence.

"There are not enough clues just based on the naked eye. We can only know that the person who made this piece of paper is in the upper class and likes to smoke. Using cologne to cover up the smell of smoke is not only a preference, but also a job requirement. I You can even boldly guess that he has a little anxiety disorder." He finally stopped tossing the piece of paper, folded it carefully, and borrowed a fresh-keeping bag from the Rococo family.

Really... not enough_(:з」∠)_

"Rococo, this note is for you, do you have any ideas?" Sherlock glanced around.

[Mrs. Essen who is basking in the sun (house number: [-]) (widow) (living alone) (former occupation: textile worker) (highly presbyopic-possibility of witnessing-?)] People who know Rococo so far can count with wrenches Come here, her first reaction was no.But since the big detective seemed to be waiting for her to give an answer, she pretended to put one hand on her chin and said solemnly: "Could it be Sam who likes to collect newspapers a few houses away? It's very pleasing to him."

Sam is a little Shiba Inu who always likes to attack the postman. Every time Rococo passes by, he will run out of the yard, sticking out his tongue and wagging his tail at her. She is floating in the little bubble The sausage feeding scene.

[Sam?Collect newspapers?Like Rococo? → Information - no? ]

The words popped out one by one, the next overlapping on top of the previous.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes in bewilderment. He knew all about the occupants of the street, but there was no Sam in his wastebasket of useless information.

Rococo watched as Sherlock dumped the plastic cylinder that looked like a trash can but was actually a trash can that stored the information of the surrounding residents in his mind, and spread out the kneaded paper balls one by one. None were named Sam.

Would the great detective's brain dare make room for his sense of humor?

In order to prevent him from messing up his thinking palace, Rococo pretended to have suddenly discovered something and pointed to Mrs. Essen who was sitting on a chair not far away: "Forget it, that's not important, it must not be him. Why don't we ask?" How about that old aunt knitting in the sun?"

The old lady, who is getting old and her memory has deteriorated, said this: "I was crocheting a bunch of polo stitches, and when I counted to No. 15 or No. 16... No, let me think, It should be needle No.17... A postman stuffed a letter by the door of 222."

[贝克街区域邮递员的送信时间：上午7:30-7:50；下午4:10-4:45]

A timetable appeared in Sherlock's mind, and the word "postman" was crossed out by him.

"Looks like we have to borrow Scotland Yard's laboratory again. I hope it's not just a boring prank." When the word "prank" was said, Sherlock's eyes stayed on Rococo's face for a few seconds, as if I wanted to see something from the expression on her face.

It's a pity that Rococo's focus is all on "us", she looks resentful, why is it so difficult to get a fake?

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In the analysis laboratory of Scotland Yard, forensic doctors Jasmine and Rococo looked at the poor little piece of paper together. Sherlock cut off a small piece, then cut it into pieces and put it into several test tubes, adding different chemical reagents Shock observation.

During the period, Rococo found that the forensic doctor with brown chestnut hair and a slight smile had been thinking about how to take the initiative to talk to Sherlock.She listed five or six conversations in her head, and after a few internal struggles, she opened her mouth: "Is there anything I need to do?"

"Make room for me."

Rococo has already gotten used to this kind of merciless scene. Sherlock at work doesn't hold back even a little bit of sensibility towards anyone.

Most of the reason is probably that his memory is used to store the analyzed substances and chemical structures, right?

Rococo glanced at the huge bubble over the laboratory, wrapped in all kinds of strange substances. Her rusty key may not be able to open the door of the temple of chemistry in this life, unless she is replaced with an axe. .

"Are you just pushing people away every time?" Jasmine didn't care about Sherlock's sarcastic remarks.

Sherlock moved his gaze away from the eyepiece of the microscope, glanced at Jasmine, and then shifted his gaze to Rococo who was studying the remaining half of the note.

"Rococo, do me a favor." He waited for Rococo to look up, and continued, "Go and bring me a can of coffee."

Was she just here to run errands?Obviously not.

Rococo glanced at Sherlock's bubble and sighed deeply.

She walked up to him, held out one hand, and looked at him with an "I know what you've done" face.

This time Sherlock rolled his eyes a little guilty, and put a few coins in her hand.

Rococo stuffed the "small but money" coins into his pocket, and continued to spread his hands in front of him.

This time Sherlock put a ten-pound note in her hand, and asked blankly, "Why didn't I know that prices have risen to such a high level now?"

No matter how good a speech is, Rococo, who sees everything, cannot be fooled.She didn't miss the sentence [Open Rococo → take a look at the letter. ]

She also stuffed the note into her pocket, and spread her hands again.

"Mr. Holmes, if I don't tell you, you should put fifty pounds in next time?" She raised her eyebrows. "Although I don't know when you stole it, please return it to me."

[She found out, when? - When you find a note at your door? (×); while I was checking the note? (×); when asking Mrs. Essen? (×) Just now? (√)-How did you find out? ]

This time Sherlock took out the letter from the pocket of the woolen coat without denying it, and put it in Rococo's hand.

"I might put a credit card in."

QAQ do it again, she should reach out a few more times before breaking it!

"Jasmine, would you like something to drink? I treat him, but he pays." Rococo, in regret, waved the letter and the ten pound note in his hand, which should have been a credit card.

[Not every time? ]

Jasmine was still in a daze in the previous scene. This sentence flashed through her bubble for a moment, and it took a few seconds for her to react and shook her head: "Thank you, no need."

Rococo didn't care about this, she didn't forget to shake the letter at Sherlock again, blinked her eyes triumphantly, and said again: "Then the juice is ready, you can take it as his apology for your recklessness alright."

She found the nearest vending machine, inserted banknotes and pressed the corresponding option, and opened the letter.

The best place to hide things is the brain. Even if it is 52.8% and then rooted, it is safer than putting it anywhere outside.

More like a diary than a letter:

Check in at the old residence on Baker Street on February T. According to news, Holmes will move in three months later.

The flower shop opened for business on February 2H, but Holmes was not seen.

On February E, the first pot of flowers died, so it's better to buy a new pot.

It is estimated that thirteen pots of plants died on March A, and I will buy a few more pots, but Holmes has not been seen.

On March 3T, I seem to be targeted by someone?

On March 3R, it turned out that a small government employee wanted me to monitor Holmes after he moved in, and get double salary in the future.

On April E Holmes postponed the move-in.

April G I will never forget the location again.

On May 5th the boss contacted me, Fuxk, I made a mistake.

It looks like I've really got it wrong.

The diary ends here.

How glad she was that this letter did not fall into the hands of Sherlock Holmes. Even Rococo, who had no talent in code deciphering, could easily see the information: 1. T—H—E—A—T—R—E (theatre G36)

2. The original "Rococo" is not just a flower seller

3. Her character setting is a kind of flower that does not live / manual goodbye

After stepping into the taxi, Rococo realized that she had forgotten the two cans of coffee and juice that would never reach Sherlock and Jasmine, as well as the ten-pound change QAQ.