[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

As far as the name Sam is concerned, Rococo has a haunting nightmare about a dog owned by the protagonist of an elementary school English textbook. . .

It was and it is.Do you know how terrified Rococo was in the short period of time before Sherlock asked the name?The memory storage of the great detective has specially set aside a cabinet for her, any question in it may cause her tongue to tie up, and she is just a piece of chocolate passively waiting to be peeled when dealing with Sherlock Holmes .

Just thinking about Rococo makes me feel bad QAQ

But answering wrong questions in front of the great detective is Rococo.

"Sam..." She dragged out her tone meaningfully, "Mr. Sherlock Holmes who knows everything, you can find a reporter dressed as a beggar, why is it difficult for a neighbor to trouble you?"

She just bb, she doesn't say anything.

So when the theater was over, she once again witnessed the cabinet in Sherlock's bubble that was completely inconsistent in size with the objects contained in it, and a piece of paper said "Sam (neighbor?) (collects newspapers?) (like Rococo?)" ]'s crumpled note was thrown in.

Why is it crumpled?This is really a question worth pondering. [Put your chin——

This weekend, she got a text from Sherlock on her way to the supermarket.

If it is inconvenient, please come to 221B as soon as possible. - SH (6 minutes ago

Directly "you have to go if it's inconvenient", don't follow the routine, and don't even have a chance to refuse =. =

Sir, today is the weekend. ——Coco

Sherlock seemed to be standing next to the phone, and quickly replied to the text message:

so what? ——SH

so what?So today should rest! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

She tried hard to search for the definition of the word "weekend" with profound connotations in her mind, including "it is the last day of the week", "it is used to recuperate", "it is the last day of the week". The most sacred and most anticipated day", "No one can take away her weekend!"

Shouldn't weekends be used for rest? ——Coco

Who stipulated it? ——SH

This text message made Rococo clearly realize how worthless the previous series of text messages were.

But it wasn't until the next text message that Luo Keke realized that the front was nothing at all.

Your first text to me was 5 minutes later than usual, you with Sam? ——SH on the relationship between "the length of time to reply to text messages" and "she and Sam are together".

This is the same as talking about "an apple with a bite" and "a chocolate with a layer of peeling off", there is no connection between the two.

It was also a coincidence that the little Shiba Inu passing by on the other side of the road spotted her, and ran towards her joyously against the bubble of the little sausage on its head.

Rococo knelt down and touched the little Shiba Inu that had rubbed against her leg, licked the corner of her mouth and replied to the text message leisurely.

Be it. ——Coco

She can't wait to watch Sherlock list her daily activities while rummaging through the mind palace to find Sam.

When Rococo walked to the door of 221B Baker Street, it had been 20 minutes since the last text message was sent.

In order to make the story between her and that Sam more convincing, Luo Keke didn't forget to put some lipstick on herself, and brushed her somewhat messy hair again, before knocking on the door knocker leisurely a few times.

The waiting time was longer than before, and it wasn't Mrs. Hudson who opened the door, it was Sherlock who saw it first.

Is this the rhythm of going to work without sitting? =. =?

But soon Rococo rejected this idea.

The doors were all open, and Sherlock standing at the door was wearing a striped blue pajamas and slippers, and his hair was a bit messy.

He glanced at her, and calmly made a brief comment: "Rococo, your arrival speed is decreasing at a geometric rate."

Apparently her boss wouldn't have understood the silent protest if she hadn't taped a piece of paper on her forehead saying "Weekends are for rest."

Sherlock turned and went upstairs, Rococo's attire appeared in the bubble, and text analysis began to be listed next to it: [Rococo's attire today (uneven lipstick) (wrinkled top) (no jewelry) (pants leg sticky hair → only on calf → small dog around 1.3ft) → she doesn't take this Sam (not allergic to hair) or Sam is made up. ]

It seems that this famous detective is very close to the truth (:3つ)3

But she was wrong to raise her watch to the point that Sam is not allergic to hair, since Sam is hairy. _(:з」∠)_

In addition to this, Rococo also had an illusion. After Sherlock turned around, the bubble began to analyze, which seemed to be a few beats slower than usual.

Rococo followed up the stairs, went to the second floor and entered the room, and found that Sherlock had already sat back on his exclusive sofa chair.

He held a small open book in one hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the text in the bubble above his head was a little erratic, unevenly arranged, and some letters were still blurred.

Detective Sherlock Holmes, what happened to your bubble today =. =?

"Mr. Holmes, you asked me to come here on the weekend just to let me appreciate the messy living environment here. Where is Mrs. Hudson?"

The water glasses and test tube beakers on the coffee table are interlaced, Sherlock's laptop is piled on a book in the corner of the coffee table, and on the fireplace shelf, simulated skulls and other decorations are mixed together.

[She went on a boring, pointless excursion with her peers in the community yesterday morning. ]

"she went out."

If it weren't for the bubbles, Rococo would never be able to expand the "excursion".

"So you need a nanny for cleaning?"

Sherlock's state didn't look like he was preparing to deal with a difficult case. Rococo, who couldn't stand it anymore, picked out the water glass from the pile of test tubes and beakers, and then stood by the sink in a daze.Great detective, are you trying to start a revolution by not washing yesterday's disk for Aimu?

"No." Sherlock replied, he looked up at Rococo for a few seconds, then continued to read his book, the text in the bubble was still swaying.

Today's Sherlock seems to have taken the wrong medicine again, and Rococo raised his forehead.

She walked to the edge of the sofa chair, crossed her hips, and experienced the feeling of looking down on Sherlock from a height for a while.

"Tell me, sir, you called me who was immersed in the weekend vacation today but there is no case, so what do you want to share with me?"

If you dare to say that you are just bored and want to find someone to help clean up by the way, then Rococo can only choose to sit down and fight with Sherlock calmly.

But whether you can beat it or not is another matter.

Sherlock put down the book, and the words in the bubble were instantly blurred, just like looking at an eye chart with a thousand degrees of myopia.

"I need you..." This thing seems very difficult to say, even though Rococo has long felt that Sherlock has never known what shame is.

[Buy medicine. ]

Finally, a word that can be read clearly appeared.

Sherlock also finally realized that he didn't take medicine and he wasn't cute at all ←_← Rococo frowned, and contacted Sherlock to respond to the brain cells that were confused in the air bubbles, she probably guessed it was What's the matter.

"Sir, where is the thermometer?" She scanned the room, knowing that she must not find it.

"101.48 degrees Fahrenheit." Sherlock added in passing, "I measured it ten minutes ago."

Rococo, who is used to the Celsius temperature scale, took a long time to convert it - about 38.6 degrees Celsius.

Who will tell her why she still has to sit on the sofa and read a book when she has a high fever, highlighting her unique style? Σ(｀д′*ノ)ノ allowed her to hold her forehead again.

"Mr. Holmes, I think what you need is rest. Medicine probably won't save you." Rococo took the book out of Sherlock's hands and threw it on the tea table. Now the beaker and the test tube have new friends .

Sherlock squinted his eyes, and seemed dissatisfied with Rococo's approach, he tried to reach for the book.

"Don't compare me to those mediocre people."

Rococo picked up the book first and threw it farther.

"You have always been Sherlock Holmes who knows everything in my eyes, but at this moment, even if you are the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, you must go to rest."

Beaker and Test Tube: Oh Leaky, our new friend is missing!

Rococo's words were reflected in Sherlock's bubble, and he circled the word "omniscient". In addition, there was the "British Prime Minister", who circled and drew a line, pointing to [ Compare me to that Prime Minister whose policies always go wrong].

So who is she comparing it to?I'm afraid I don't feel tired anymore. _(:з」∠)_

By the way, the handwriting in the bubble is still a little fuzzy ←_←

Please allow Rococo to help the forehead again.

She boiled a pot of water, poured it into a glass, and handed it to Sherlock.

"No coffee?" Sherlock didn't mean to pick it up.

Luo Keke had an expression of "Are you kidding me?", and couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Don't you know that you should drink more water when you are sick?"

"Who said that?" Sherlock questioned this.

"This is common sense, didn't your mother tell you?" Rococo continued to hold the glass of warm water.

"Even if I said it, I would delete it. Ordinary people always fill their minds with garbage, so they can't find useful things." He said habitually.Then his eyes stayed on the water glass that Rococo was still holding for a few seconds, he reached out to take it, and drank it in a compromising gulp.

After he put down the empty water glass, he added: "I just remember my mother telling me that acetone, concentrated nitric acid and sulfuric acid mixture should not be put together."

Please allow Rococo to make a stunned expression.The IQ gap has widened since the mother's generation.

"Since you've drank all the water, let's get some sleep too, sir."

Rococo blinked, and brought the topic back to the word "rest".As soon as Sherlock lay down, she immediately rushed out of 221B to continue to experience her weekend.

[I can't stand myself wasting time in bed. ]

Sherlock looked at Rococo seriously on the question of "rest", but the pile of fuzzy words in his bubble that might fall down at any moment told Rococo that Sherlock probably turned around when he looked at the surrounding things at the moment.

Why don't we just fight calmly and let the loser sleep?

"How about this, sir, so that your rest time will not be wasted. How about I answer you a question as long as you are willing to rest?" Rococo thought of the cabinet full of questions about himself, and several of them had already been packed in it. document.

Rococo feels that he is also very hardworking. _(:з」∠)_

"Like..." She looked down for a moment, then looked up at Sherlock with a smile, "Who is Sam?"

This was the only question she could answer for now.

[question?Rococo always looks at the suspicious behavior on the top of the head√]

Rococo was dumbfounded when she saw that the problem was this, and she sold herself. Σ(っ°Д°;)っSherlock was about to open his mouth, but was interrupted by Rococo: "If you have any questions, you can ask again when you wake up. Ask me now, I'm afraid you will regret it after you know the answer."

So she almost pushed Sherlock, who was weak in walking, to bed, and she didn't forget to go home and take half a sleeping pill mixed with cold medicine to feed him.

What a blessing that the detective, whose temperature rose to 101.48 Fahrenheit, was unaware.

"Rococo, wake me up before six o'clock in the evening." These were the last words Sherlock said today before falling asleep.

Wake him up at six in the evening?Do you think she will ←_←

Rococo never thought that persuading someone to rest could be so tiring.

Why not sit down and fight with peace of mind o(￣ヘ￣o#)