[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

When Sherlock Holmes first moved into Mrs. Hudson's rented house, he found that the young flower shop owner across from him always looked at him strangely.

She'd even draw her old, gray, three-year-old double curtain when he was thinking, a good habit that didn't interfere with his thinking, and a problem that bothered him.But there is no need for the brain to make room for such uninteresting questions just yet.

Quiet, peaceful, serene, damn it.

He needed something to think about, or he couldn't live.So he went downstairs and caught sight of the florist who was staring wide-eyed above his head.

Let's look back at the Rococo, which has been troubled by this, and has seen through everything and has also been seen through.

"Sir, don't guess, I'm ordinary." Rococo had to interrupt him, before his balloon stuck to the shop sign above his head.

"I surveyed all my neighbors before I moved in." His accent this time was more standard BBC English "Let me think about who you are?"

At the same time, the bubble above his head showed a trash can, and there was a piece of paper in the trash can. The piece of paper was spread out, and a pile of names began to be scanned quickly, with labels attached to each name, like [ (Keeping a dog) (drinking)] In this way, his voice fell, and the aperture was locked on her name: [Rococo (from French rocaile) (name unknown) (female) (house number -222) (three years before moving into Baker Street) (no criminal record) ...].

"..." It doesn't mean that Rococo is lazy and doesn't want to read it, but there is a scroll bar next to the label, and the gentleman has to look down. The bubble is just a display screen.

Oh leak!He researched every neighbor and knew everything about her.Are you teasing her?Who is the spy or suspicious person? (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ Also, why is her name in a trash can=.=

"Then who are you?" Rococo was very disgusted with this invasion of privacy.Well, she's just gone from active aggressor to passive so she's not happy.

When people ask a question, even if the other person does not answer, they will list the known answers in their minds.Roco has sold many flowers and plants in this way.

The other party seemed not to be listening to her, and the scroll bar on the right side of the label in the bubble was pulled down so fast that she couldn't see clearly.

There is only one shortcoming of her ability that has been discovered so far. Her thinking is too fast, and the naked eye often cannot catch it.

A few seconds later, the man with a racing mind came to a conclusion: "Your performance doesn't match what I remember."

Rococo knew that the "memory" in his mouth referred to the "subjective conclusion" drawn after the investigation.

"Sir, the picture and the real thing are not always the same. I think you should have heard the saying that everything must be based on the real thing."

Rococo finally moved his gaze from the top of his head to his face. He has a pair of pale emerald eyes, which are shining brightly when he looks in.

The development and connection of the retina are very close to the structure of the brain. If a person can be seen through the eyes, then the areas in his brain will definitely blind her =皮=

Rococo decided to repeat the previous question tirelessly: "Sir, who are you?"

She wanted to tell him, since you already know who I am, who are you "again"?

With a "swish", a few words appeared in the bubble above his head, and then quickly dissipated.But it was still captured by Rococo Key words: [William Sherlock Scott Holmes (Consultant Detective)...]

When she read the words "Sherlock" and "Sherlock Holmes", she suppressed the exclamation of "Oh shit" in her heart.

She has never watched it, but she will never be ignorant of the BBC British drama "Sherlock", because it was a hit drama promoted by Prime Minister Cameron back then ←_← so everything is not surprising, isn't it just a block? A bigger house?Even if there is an ocean in Holmes's mind, she will attribute it to the tip of the iceberg in his brain.

So here comes the question, will she continue to die?Or continue to die?No, no matter what she does next, she will implement the word "death" from the inside out_(:з"∠)_

So, to be a "rococo that sees through everything", ask who you are in everything.

"You know who I am," said Holmes affirmatively.

"I don't know!" Rococo immediately denied and shook his head vigorously.

[Eyes facing downwards, biting lip before speaking, tense facial muscles—lying]

This kind of sourness that you see through me, and I see through you, I really don't want to experience it.

"Lie." Sherlock spit out the word succinctly.

"Well, Mr. Holmes. Just because you are very clever does not mean that everyone else is stupid."

[At least most people are. ]

Rococo twitched the corners of his mouth and ignored it to continue: "You have your weapons, and I have mine. How about respecting each other?"

She respects him, but she can't stop those spontaneously active thoughts in the bubble_(:з)∠)_

Sherlock looked at her again, and Rococo didn't want to read his information again at this time.

"Look at me again, what can you draw?"

"Huh?" Rococo was stunned for a moment, did he invite others to pry into his privacy so blatantly?

"I can't get anything." Rococo was telling the truth, and only the stimulation of language can give his own answer.

The bubble above Sherlock's head inflated again.

"Then I'll..." Let's say a happy goodbye, shall we?

"Shut up, I'm thinking."

Of course Rococo knew that he was thinking, and garbled characters had already started rolling in the bubble above his head.

"Tomorrow, no, give me a mobile phone number. I will notify you." After entangled with the garbled characters, he came to a conclusion.

She would never know what he was talking about if she hadn't looked at the bubble more.

[She is a suitable assistant. ]

"I am sorry, Mr. Holmes, but I did not intend to be your assistant."

"Be smarter than the mediocre people on the street, financially struggling, and know when I'm thinking, those plants you have left will die in 25 days. Either way you'd say yes to the job."

Enough for... p.

He thought she didn't see that [If it's more than 25 days I will come and pour some sodium hydroxide liquid. ] and learned that the real reason is to be curious about her not mediocrity?

I want to cry so much QAQ

At this moment, Holmes turned his head inadvertently, and a bubble popped out: [Finally, I can keep my brain busy. ]

Well, it's like your brain is going to rest.

Rococo followed his line of sight. It was Sergeant Lestrade of Scotland Yard.The bubble above his head casts a blurred crime scene.

Rococo seemed to see the hope of liberation.

"Miss Ankeke, I will give you a call."

This is the first time Rococo sees the self-assertive Mr. Holmes smiling at her.Then turn around and walk towards 221B.

Nice smile, just ignore the mispronounced name and what she could read in the bubble: [Call as soon as today. ]

So it is not surprising that she received a call 3 minutes later.

but not the voice of sherlock holmes

"The other informants saw the target coming to you just now, do you have anything to offer?"

Rococo, who couldn't see through the phone wires, was confused.Of course she didn't know what kind of job that Rococo had taken over, so she just hung up on the call as a scam.

She was devastated when she learned much later that the call had come from Mycroft Holmes' assistant.Obviously there could be an easier job, just open the curtains to see if the person with the big house on his head is there, but she was ruined by the stupid herself.

Of course, the current Rococo just blocked this strange scam call as a matter of course.

-

In the early morning of the second day, when Rococo was watering the flowers and plants with a water bottle, a text message came from her BlackBerry, which she habitually put in her pocket.

——Please come to 221B.SH for convenience

Rococo's phone didn't have many numbers at all, it was an unfamiliar phone number with no numbers and no notes.

Her gaze swept across "221B" again, and she looked up at the window sill on the second floor. SH=SherlockHolmes It was a sunny day today, and she couldn't see through the room, but she could still see clearly the big air bubble that almost squeezed out of the window.

She could see him, and he could see her through the window.

She didn't want to find out how he got her cell phone number, but it was obvious that he did, and she wasn't free.

Fangfo was to verify her idea, followed by the second text message.

——If it’s not convenient, please come to 221B.SH

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

How much she hoped that the consultant detective would comprehend the central idea and core idea of ​​the "Bill of Rights".

The third text message completely convinced her.

——You need money.SH

Oh, what hearty, touching, substantive words.

After touching the charred and dark yellow leaves of Chlorophytum with his hands, Luo Keke put down the kettle heavily, crossed the road and knocked on the door of 221B.

Mrs. Hudson, who opened the door, knew her. She had come to buy two little Rococo flowers whose names she did not know, but this was two months ago when the flowers were still alive.

[Sherlock ordered flowers across the road? ]

Before Mrs. Hudson could ask the question, Rococo said first, "Excuse me, your tenant, Mr. Holmes, sent a text message to order something other than flowers."

"Not flowers, then..." Mrs. Hudson looked her over from top to bottom.

[Oh my god, Sherlock's sexual orientation is female? ]

This sentence was naturally captured by Rococo.

She didn't say he ordered her QAQ

She stepped on the stairs at a faster pace, turned a corner of the stairs, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw the famous detective sitting on the sofa by the window facing the room.

His fingertips are facing each other, placed on the chin in the shape of a tower, and the bubble above his head is a vast space of garbled characters.

Rococo didn't want to watch it.

She quietly wanted to find a place to sit down, but found that there was only this sofa chair in the whole room, and the rest was a painted red wooden bench in the corner. =

She began to doubt whether this great famous detective really sincerely invited her to be his assistant?

She pulled the chair over and was about to sit down, when the vast swimming garbled characters stopped abruptly and disappeared in an instant.

"You can't sit there."

Rococo turned to look at Sherlock, the sound was indeed made by him, but he still maintained the original posture.

"why?"

Can't she even sit on a chair (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

[That's a special seat for people who come to consult me. (90% of the questions that people sitting in this chair bring up are utterly boring)]

Chair: Blame me?

"Okay, I understand." Rococo twitched the corners of his mouth.

Only then did Sherlock's eyes move, and those bright green eyes dug her out again.

"Sherlock~ Another girl is looking for you." Mrs. Hudson's melodious soprano voice came from downstairs.

"A beautiful day is about to begin, Miss Rococo, help me drag that chair to the center of the room." He got up from the chair, his tone revealing a slight excitement ready to go.

God, can you stop talking to yourself like that Mr Holmes oyz

The author has something to say: explain the part in the text where Rococo and other neighbors' materials are taken out of the trash can.Because Sherlock himself said that his brain is different from that of ordinary people, and he never memorizes those useless garbage, he will delete them (delete). (But it didn't say that the recycle bin would be emptied.