[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

On the bustling streets of central London, at the foot of the endless stream of people, there is such a secret tunnel. It starts from the underground storage room of an inconspicuous small grocery store and ends at the bank's safe and money vault. .

Rococo moved his feet subconsciously, and the scene of "a few tens of centimeters below his feet is part of the tunnel, and he dug too shallow and accidentally sank into it" appeared.

Kind of scary.

"Do you want to call the police?"

Rococo touched the phone in his pocket, a bank robbery was about to happen next to him, thinking about it, he was a little excited_(:з」∠)_

Sherlock, on the other hand, lowered his head, stared at the ground solemnly and did not reply.

[that's it? ]

A big bank robbery is about to happen, but the big detective is worried that the case is too simple and that's all. =?

"Dig a tunnel in the center of London." Sherlock still lowered his head, and he fell into deep thought again. He might see a hole in the concrete floor in a second. High voltage lines..."

The TV in the window on the side of the road was broadcasting gossip about royal family scandals. The two of them were caught by the passing crowd from time to time. Rococo's eyes were stuck on Sherlock. He put his hands in the pockets of his woolen coat and stood back and forth. Among the crowd, he looked at the ground motionlessly. On the street where pedestrians came and went, his stillness seemed out of place.And the bubble above his head is more spectacular than anyone around him: building foundations, huge underground hubs, intertwined pipelines...everywhere there will be a line pulled aside to point out obstacles that may block the tunnel, and finally, A big circle encloses the entire picture, and a big question mark is marked on it.

[What's missing? ]

What's missing =. =?

In Rococo's eyes, this case that seems to have come to light, but in the eyes of Sherlock who is about to see through everything, there is still something missing.

She is really too simple, too simple / Goodbye

Sherlock made a sudden move. After taking two steps, he looked back at Rococo to confirm that she was following her and then moved on.

She thought he was going to confront the (future) bank robber at the grocer directly, and asked him why he did it so easily, so that he could see through the truth at a glance.

(:3つ)3

As a result, she followed Sherlock and sat at the counter of the bank inexplicably.

"I want to handle the safekeeping of valuables."

Rococo was quite sure she heard Sherlock say this to the salesman.

A detective, Sherlock Holmes, is in custody of valuables at a bank where a robbery is about to take place.

The explanation that Luo Ke might think of is the high bank compensation after the things are stolen.

Why so witty!She is also a little moved.

"Mister and Miss, please put the items in the box yourself." On the reception desk, the clerk carried an empty safe deposit box, opened it and spread it out in front of Sherlock and Rococo before avoiding it.

Rococo tied her long hair into a ponytail with a headband today, and let it hang loosely on one side.Sherlock reached out a hand and casually slid the strands of her hair down her hair.

Long golden hair spread over Rococo shoulders, and the blue hair rope decorated with a small plastic ball was put into the safe deposit box.

Sir, please calm down and give her back the headband, what are you doing? !

Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

What shocked her even more was the words Sherlock gave the closed safe deposit box to the staff: "The highest level of storage."

A hair rope, the highest level of storage, Rococo feels like he is living in a dream again.

This kind of aggressive local tyrant rhythm is coming again.

"Let's sign the contract." Sherlock directly drew the terms prepared by the salesman.

Rococo: "Wait a minute sir, that's mine..."

Salesperson: "Sir, let me explain in advance that the highest level of storage is [-] per month..."

Sherlock has already signed his name, and also filled in 100 million pounds on the price and compensation form.

Help, her hair rope QAQ

So her hair rope, which was not worth a single pound, became the keys to two safe deposit boxes that cost a thousand pounds a month, and Sherlock pressed the code.

What the hell?

[Two layers of doors (internal card reader x3, infrared sensor x3, with monitoring)]

With the cooperation of salesmen and armed security guards, Rococo Sherlock walked into the most secret vault of the bank. Every time he passed the blockade, Sherlock perfected the internal structure diagram in his mind.Finally, they came to the safe deposit box, and the staff put the safe into the storage compartment in front of them.

At this moment, Sherlock's thoughts are all on the four walls of the vault, which claims to be extremely safe.

[(Concrete structure in the 90s, 80cm thickness) (sound insulation) (Difficulty of digging through: three and a half stars★★★☆)]

So Sherlock's purpose of keeping the items is just to study the strength of the vault?

Her hair rope QAQ

Walking out of the bank gate, Rococo wanted to cry but had no tears:

"Can we talk about why my hair rope has skyrocketed and I have to put it in a bank deposit box?"

[Experimental tunneling feasibility and stolen item feasibility. ]

"Next location." Sherlock answered irrelevantly.

Fortunately, Rococo has seen through everything, otherwise she wouldn't even know why her headband made a contribution. Sit down on a bench in the small square.

Suddenly, Luo Keke, who couldn't understand anything, was very tired.

"Mr. Holmes, is the bank robbery over? Come here to see the pigeons?"

The pigeons in the square swarmed as soon as they saw someone, and flew away quickly after seeing the two empty-handed people.

"Rococo, go and buy the latest newspaper and a bag of pigeon food."

Sherlock glanced at her, the big question mark was still hanging in the bubble, he seemed to be both obsessed with the existence of the puzzle and excited.

Rococo shrugged, as long as her boss was happy.

I bought a newspaper from the nearest newspaper, and bought a bag of rococo pigeon food from a roadside peddler. When I returned to the center of the square, I saw the big bubble, which was summarizing today's case. From time to time, a pigeon or two passed through the middle.

If these pigeons could feel it, what would it be like to walk through this stunned bubble. (:3つ)3

"Here, the newspaper and pigeon food you want." Rococo can use the newspaper to drag the pigeon food and hand it to Sherlock who is sitting on the side of the bench.

"No, the pigeon food is for you." Sherlock said naturally and took the newspaper and put the pigeon food back into Rococo's hand.

"What do you want me to do with it? Block that tunnel?"

Then this bag is not enough, she needs to say to the peddler, "I want it all!" )

"Just feed the pigeons." Sherlock smiled at her, as if to tell her how honorable and sacred this task was.

Luo Keke held the bag of pigeon food in her hand, and glanced at the pigeons with pictures of pigeon feed on their heads, staring at her. She felt hairy. She still remembered the scene of feeding pigeons in the square when she was a child and being surrounded by pigeons. At that time, I almost thought that I was going to be eaten by these seemingly harmless little things.

It seems that they are the ones who should be torn apart.

(‘へ’)

A wandering artist on the side of the road set up his violin and played a tune.

A man in a woolen coat is sitting on a bench, reading a newspaper with his head down, and from time to time glances at the long-haired blonde woman who is holding pigeon food and is about to feed those little things that symbolize peace. What a harmonious scene this should be.

If you ignore the huge bubble that Roco may see, thinking with the frequency of the mixed notes, and the huge amount of information listed in the magnificent palace inside; Bao spilled the entire package of pigeon food on the ground, then threw the packaging bag into the trash can and clapped his hands.

"Mr. Holmes, I'm done feeding." She turned her head and said to the man who had just glanced at the newspaper headlines.

"..."

So all the information and symbols in that bubble instantly turned into a scene of "Rococo handsomely tore open a bag of pigeon food and spilled it all on the ground".

The atmosphere is still pretty good, isn't it? _(:з」∠)_

-

Rococo sat on the other side of the bench, quietly holding his head, leaning back against the back of the chair, while observing Sherlock's bubbles.

News one after another flashed through Sherlock's mind, including earthquakes in other countries, royal scandals, the war in Afghanistan, and the recovery of the stock market... and these news were compared with today's case.

At this time, the phone rang.Rococo held up both watches to be innocent, it wasn't hers.

And Sherlock clasped his hands together and rested them on his chin, not intending to pick them up at all.

So another new sound was mixed into the performance of the violin.

Finally, when the pigeons could hardly stand it anymore, Sherlock said, "Rococo, it's in the pocket of your clothes."

"This is your personal call."

Rococo has already guessed that Sherlock is very busy, too busy thinking, so busy that he has no time to answer the phone.

"You won't be able to accept it."

So Rococo sighed, took out his mobile phone from one of Sherlock's pockets, and pressed the call button.Don't forget to glance at the caller ID: Mycroft.

Rococo, who can't see through the bubbles, can't beat this little employee at all. How can he break it?

"Hello, Mr. Mycroft Holmes, this is Rococo, Sherlock Holmes' assistant. Please hang up if you have private matters. If you have no personal matters, please hang up. The owner of this phone is very, very, very busy right now."

If you can't fight, then just end everything before it starts, how witty. =w=

The other side was silent for a few seconds—what a familiar scene—the voice of the clerk came from the other end of the phone: "Miss Rococo, please tell my busy brother for me, and tell him that you can stop here gone."

Rococo hangs up and puts the phone back in place.

"That good brother of yours told me to tell you that we can stop here." Rococo blinked, "What do you mean?"

[? →Mycroft's Intelligence Network→Close the case. ]

Sherlock got up with a smile, walked straight to the homeless artist playing the violin without warning, stuffed a pound into the violin case at his feet, and glanced at the artist.

[(intentionally worn coat) (pen and ink on cuffs) (jaw joint problem) → non-violinist]

"Three notes were played wrong in the third measure of Chapter 2, and the wrong line was drawn in the fourth measure of Chapter 3." After he finished speaking calmly, he turned and looked at Rococo, who was a little surprised, and said, "Go back."

"Go back?" Rococo was almost fascinated by this.

Leave the big robbery alone, read the newspaper and feed the pigeons, and then go back?

"Do you know about the royal scandal reported this morning?" Sherlock asked.

Rococo remembered the news that Sherlock flashed through the bubble while reading the newspaper.

"Generally understood."

"Then I think you should understand, we can go back." Sherlock waved, "TAXI!"

What?understand what?What should I do?What if the bank is about to be stolen?What about her headband?

The state of Rococo: Σ(°△°|||)→Σ(っ°Д°;)っ——

Early the next morning, Rococo rushed into 221B with a newspaper. The headline was "Central Bank Robbery - Robbers Dig Tunnels to Steal Huge Money and Safekeeping from the Vault".

"Sir, has your fever gone?" After working as a nanny for three days, she skillfully found the bread machine and stuffed two loaves of bread into it, then threw the newspaper to Sherlock who had just woken up.

[98.24℉]

"Fahrenheit 98.24." (36.8°C)

Sherlock flipped through the paper, not surprised by the headlines.

The so-called case is good for the body and mind?

"You can say it now, sir, don't tell me that you didn't report it just because of the high compensation for the theft of the safe deposit box." Rococo stuffed a piece of baked bread into his mouth.

[(Mycroft)(Bank Safe)(Royal Scandal)(Evidence)] four words appear in Sherlock's bubble in sequence.

"What about mine?" Sherlock asked.

Rococo baked two more slices and served them to Sherlock on the plate.

"Sir, didn't you have a fever? Are your hands sick again?"

"The royal scandal must be a rumour, because the evidence was stolen last night." Sherlock tossed the newspaper aside and took the plate containing the two slices of bread.

"Sir, did you dream about it last night?" Luo Keke, who couldn't keep up with his thoughts, could only question.

[①Grocery store clerk (cocoon on the side of the middle finger-holding a gun all the time) (hidden intercom) (unavoidable clerk London underground intelligence network) (technical support) → (ordinary robber ×) → (disguise-agent Possibility 98%); ② (Mycroft’s warning + royal scandal with no evidence → the purpose of the bank robbery) (①② → the evidence of the royal scandal is in the bank safe, and the purpose of stealing money is just to cover up the The most important evidence to go) - F (end)]

Therefore, my younger brother gave my elder brother enough face and kept the matter secret.As far as Sherlock is concerned, once the case is sorted out, there is nothing to miss.

Money belongs to the state.

Rococo took another bite of the bread, Sherlock hadn't spoken yet, she asked herself and answered: "I probably understand, so this is a bank robbery planned by the high-level government to cover up the scandal of the royal family? The purpose is only the key evidence? "

The government is terrible QAQ

Sherlock gave her a more appreciative glance, and only replied with one word, "Yes."

So here comes the question: what about her headband?