[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

"Good news, good news, as long as you are a redhead, a high-paying redhead will welcome you!"

"At least 21 years old, strong in body, sound in mind... Anyone who meets the above conditions can apply for the Red Hair Society. Once hired, food, accommodation and various insurances are included. The weekly salary can be up to 800 pounds, and the What are you waiting for, there is only one place!"

This piece of advertising paper has been stuffed in Rococo's mailbox for a while, and if it wasn't for the lack of paper, she would never have thought of using it.The above application date is naturally one month ago.

Rococo, who sat in a taxi with Sherlock and rushed to the job advertisement site, followed Sherlock's example and flipped the advertisement paper several times. Fraud, the so-called "pie drop" with high salary and low requirements for education and experience, will ask you to pay some kind of "deposit" when you apply for a job, and then tell you to wait. Notice, one wait is a lifetime.

"Rococo, do you see anything?"

"Mr. Holmes, I suppose you are not bored enough to take care of low, uninteresting advertising scams?"

Rococo doesn't like to take a taxi, the low roof always covers more than half of Sherlock's air bubbles, making it difficult for her to observe.

The fraudulent advertisement doesn't match the style of this great detective, okay?

After Sherlock glanced at her, his eyes fell on the advertising paper in Rococo's hand. He seemed to be giving a hint, but also seemed to be thinking about this question to himself: "Why is there red hair?"

Maybe the boss of this company is a killer.

Rococo responded in her heart, but she dared not say it out, for fear that it would be like the word "local tyrant" last time. The detective asked her seriously what "Kill Matt" was, how would she explain it_(:з」∠ )_

The taxi stopped at the destination, and the first thing Rococo did after getting off the car was to sneak a glance at Sherlock's bubble while he was still thinking: [①As long as you have red hair → a specific type of person; Bit①②→It is very likely for a specific person. ]

"Maybe the large-scale recruitment of this advertising paper is just a cover, and its purpose is only for a certain person?" After finishing speaking, Rococo pretended not to be sure about his doubts and blinked at Sherlock in confusion.

Sherlock looked at Rococo and smiled: "It seems that you have finally succeeded in raising the average IQ of this street this time."

Don't be so polite sir, as long as you are on the street, the average IQ will break through the sky, and the pull she can make is too small for this =. =

The address on the advertisement was a small two-story shop, and the glass door was closed at the moment.From a distance, Rococo saw the red-haired man who was hesitating at the door of the glass door. He was fat and wearing a brown coat. ’, the man’s hair appeared to be naturally bright red.

The bubbles above his head are now a bunch of question marks.

[Damn, am I being deceived?So what will happen to my salary this week? ? ? ]

When I approached the door, I saw a note pasted on the glass door, which read:

The company went bankrupt and the Red Hair Club was dissolved.

"There are only a few tables and chairs left inside." Rococo said after looking at the glass for a while.

Look, this red-haired gentleman is probably the poor man who has suffered through the scam advertising.

The red-haired man asked with dissatisfaction: "Who are you? Do you know Duncan Ross from the "Redheads?"

Who is that? Is that also a member of the red-haired Shamate team?_(:з」∠)_

Sherlock looked at him from top to bottom, and the words in the bubbles popped out one by one: [(red hair, the person we are looking for √) (the right hand is thicker than the left hand-did physical work) (neckline divider and ruler small badge - Freemasonry) (severe strep throat - heavy smoking) (frayed cuffs and short nails - recent typing or copywriting work)]

"At least I know that you have done manual labor, smoked cigarettes, and are a member of the Freemasonry. You originally came to work. This job may be a typist, or it may be a file copy. In any case, you get something out of proportion to the labor force. income, but now, you find the shops have been emptied."

Sherlock doesn't deliberately hide his observation ability. This skill shows that Rococo has kneeled too much.

"Oh my God, you're..."

"Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock said impatiently before he could finish asking. "Since I'm right, it's better to tell me what happened than continue to worry about wasting time here."

Apparently, a minor illness had suffocated the great detective.He urgently needs a case that can activate his brain cells.

The red-haired man's name was Jabez Wilson. He was stunned for a while after hearing Sherlock's name. Bubbles told Rococo that he had heard of Sherlock's name.

Wilson was originally the owner of a small grocery store located near the urban area. According to him, his grocery store was small and only hired a clerk named Vincent Spaulding to check and organize the goods. The clerk asked for a low wage, that is, for the purpose of showing Wilson an ad for a job at the Redheads, a small business supposedly set up by an eccentric rich man who used his inheritance to make the same Young people with colored hair have a good job, and for this reason, it is specially emphasized that the hair color must be a real bright red.

When Rococo heard this, he couldn't stop imagining a company employee with the same red hair sitting on the president's desk and in the whole office. Hair color, if placed in the country before crossing, it is simply an amazing Shamaite association.

Back to topic.

Wilson chose to apply for the job with an attractive salary. There were unexpectedly many applicants. Most of them had red hair, but some were far from khaki. The interviewer was a small man named Duncan Ross. With darker red hair than Wilson, he picks on everyone in front of Wilson, and when it finally comes his turn, after looking through his resume, he actually gets him an easy job and brags about Wilson's red hair The degree of purity.

This job is indeed very easy. As a typist, you only need to work five hours a day, and your salary is settled on a weekly basis. However, because it is a relatively secret document, you must stay in their designated office, which is the office shop here. , so Wilson handed over the grocery store business to Spaulding, and devoted himself to the job during the day.In the first three weeks, he had received a high salary as promised, so he already believed in it.

Until today, another payday, but the building is empty.

After listening to Wilson's rough talk, Rococo was confused.

What kind of advertising fraud will not charge "insurance fees" and "guarantee deposits", and will pay wages in good faith?If there is such a thing, please give her a dozen, and she will change one every two weeks.

(*/ω＼*)

After Sherlock listened to the narration, he circled the name of Wilson's clerk who was committed to lowering prices in the bubble.

"Has that clerk of yours ever acted strangely?"

Wilson was somewhat displeased with Sherlock's suspicions about his underpaid clerk: "No, he's a hardworking employee, and there's never a shortage of stuff in the shop. If there's anything to say, it's only him. I always like the hobby of taking pictures of the street."

[Suspicious object: Vincent Spaulding (grocery store clerk) (photographing the street) (excuse the boss) (manage the store alone for more than five hours a day)]

Sherlock squinted his eyes, and this person seemed to be his number one suspect.

At this time, Rococo interjected: "Mr. Wilson, what are those secret documents in your mouth?"

After she finished asking, she saw a series of words across Wilson's bubble: [Braised lamb (boil the lamb broth, put it in the pot and simmer for 2-3 minutes, add the ingredients and simmer for 2-3 minutes, add the seasoning, and take it out of the pot.); Fish and chips (fried cod, chips, put a piece)…]

The secret file is... the recipe?

I'm teasing her =. =?

"Sorry, I signed the contract and I'm not allowed to say..."

"Do you really think those are secret documents?" Rococo interrupted him, emphasizing two "really".

After Wilson uttered the names of the dishes he remembered, Rococo finally couldn't help laughing.

Sherlock lowered his head and thought for a few minutes before showing his second smile of the day.

"Obviously, this incident looks more complicated and serious than imagined."

It seems that this famous detective is about to get high ←_←

"Is it more serious than me working for nothing for a week?" Wilson couldn't forget the attractive salary.

"At least you have learned a few more dishes and consolidated certain words. I hope these can help you improve your IQ." Sherlock mercilessly hit this grocery store owner who was indeed stupid in Rococo's eyes , and then looked at Rococo who was still smiling, "It seems that this time there is something to play, maybe it's a big case."

It seems that some are tired this time, as long as you are happy.

Luo Keke's smile froze for a second, and he complained in his heart.

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"Here, the store of that stupid grocery store owner." Sherlock put down his phone and looked diagonally across to a small grocery store.

This is not the first time that Rococo has discovered Sherlock's high-tech hacking skills.

"Hold me." Sherlock slightly bent one arm.

"Sir, do you want to take another temperature?" Rococo pretended to be worried.

Sherlock didn't care, but this time he explained patiently: "We need to ask for directions."

[Ask for directions (see what you can find from this clerk)]

She also understands the subtext, it's really not easy QWQ

So she took Sherlock's wrist and followed him into the grocery store.

"We are a couple traveling to London for the first time, do you know Custer's Irish Street?"

Sherlock once again showed his acting skills. When he said the word "couple", he didn't forget to take a look at Rococo.

Then Rococo couldn't listen to what the clerk said at all.

Lovers...the thermometer is going to blow up.

Walking out of the store for a while, Sherlock calmly glanced at Rococo Rococo still holding his hand because he didn't slow down.

"Observed that clerk, what did you find?"

Rococo didn't react until he was asked, and immediately let go of Sherlock's hand.

It seems that Sherlock has been asking for her opinion more and more recently.What does she need to discover?All she had to do was look up at Sherlock's bubble.

[Scratches and stains on the knees of the pant legs - engaged in some kind of knee-to-the-floor work that doesn't match the clerk]

Luo Keke calmed down: "The knee part of his trousers is very worn. If he is not pursuing some kind of avant-garde fashion art, he is either digging tunnels or practicing hip-hop dancing."

She held back for a long time before suffocating these words, copying the thoughts of this great detective is too fake.

"Say what you just said again!" Sherlock suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had caught something, and hurriedly said to Rococo.

"His pants..."

"Not this sentence."

"Friction all over the floor..."

"Neither!"

"Dig a tunnel?" Rococo asked cautiously.

The word exited, and a three-dimensional city map gathered in Sherlock's bubble again, and this time, the map even extended underground.

With the grocery store as the center, at the same time list the subway routes below, draw a circle with the length of the tunnel that can be dug by only one person as the radius, and circle an area with a transparent red circle. While on the subway, one location after another was confirmed, and the last building was circled—it was a bank.

The author has something to say: Note 1: Adapted from "The Red Hair Club" in the original book, there will be major discrepancies in the second half (inspired by a British film)