[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

The human brain is a very miraculous organ. They have the same structure but are different internally, and this is usually reflected in IQ.

Luo Keke was facing such a predicament now. She squatted on the sidewalk with her chin in her hands, her brain was obviously messed up, and she had to remain expressionless to show that she didn't see anything.

Let her think about it carefully, her clerk No. [-] boss said that her Detective No. [-] boss was emotional and occupied her thinking space, and then the bubble of her Detective No. [-] boss flashed her image like a slide show .

If it was placed on someone else, Rococo felt that he would definitely consider that aspect first, but the person in front of him whose IQ, acting skills, mocking, investigation and crime-solving skills were all lit up and still dragged to the end was Sherlock Holmes.This matter has nothing to do with whether there is Conan Doyle who wrote detective novels in this world, but only that his name is Sherlock Holmes.In her opinion, he has devoted all his life's passion to "the 1 unsolvable puzzles in the world". It's worth it.

But now, every corner of his building is a thinking palace of "useful information" for him. Not only has a small space been made for her "Little Shiba Inu" and "Chicken Soup", but also a lot of her images .This is really a profound connotation worth thinking about.

Everything about her in Sherlock's bubble was wrapped up in a huge package, and then disappeared.

[My most hated mistake?I didn't. ]

Sherlock across the road seemed to frowned, then turned his back.

["Do you remember what you said to me once? Love this stuff..."]

[Contrary to pure, level-headed reason, which is above all else. ]

Sherlock's brain instinctively picked up the words.

["Looks like you haven't forgotten, and presumably you haven't forgotten "Red Beard" either."]

The word "red beard" is like a stone that stirs up a puddle of water. In Sherlock's mind, a cocker spaniel with a brown body and a slightly mixed bloodline is revealed, but the image of this dog is a bit smudged, like It's a memory that I don't want to be recalled.

[Instead of thinking about the old days in the middle of the night, it is more practical to think about tomorrow's weight loss plan. ]

As a concluding remark, Sherlock hung up the phone, stuffed it back into his pocket, and walked straight back towards Rococo.

He looked natural and looked the same as usual, but the bubbles betrayed him.Sherlock, who seemed to disapprove of his brother during the conversation, now set out every word he said very seriously.

"The call ended in the middle of the night?" Rococo was still squatting on the side of the road, raising her neck with difficulty, and looked up at Sherlock standing in front of her. She pretended to be a mushroom that was bored to the point of mold on the side of the road, "Then Please allow me to discuss with you..."

"If you really need Rococo, I will consider insuring you." Sherlock interrupted her directly.

"No, not this..."

"If it's the overtime pay you mentioned before, I can also consider it." Sherlock was condescending, and his eyes fell on her, but he didn't give her a sense of casualness because these questions were "boring" to him.

Good boss in England, but...

"Actually, that's not what I want to say..." Luo Keke blinked, and raised the corners of his mouth, "But since you proposed it, sir, I will accept it gladly."

[Insurance × overtime pay × danger tonight?Resign? ]

"Rococo, if you want to resign, you need a convincing excuse."

Can you make up your mind?

Rococo wanted to speak three times and was interrupted three times QAQ

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I just want to say..." Rococo raised his voice, and this time he would not let him interrupt anyway, "I have squatted for so long that my legs are numb, can you pull me?" one time?"

"..."

Sherlock was silent for a while, and stretched out a hand to Rococo.Rococo held it. That time in the coffee shop, her attention was all on "super high acting skills" and "being eaten tofu". This time, she really felt the temperature of another palm different from her own.He held her lightly, lifted her up and let go, and then he didn't forget to wait for her at the same place, and he didn't move until the numbness of her feet eased.

Before getting a taxi, Rococo quietly followed Sherlock, and his bubbles were filled with Mycroft's "kindness" reminder and other visual texts, which didn't seem like what a logical detective should have. .

And, she really cared, Sherlock had piles of images of her in his bubble.

There is too much information tonight, please let her, who has seen through everything but finds it hard to figure it out, think about it.

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Sherlock, who is committed to the "unsolved mysteries of the world", has not urged Rococo to go to 221B for three days. This makes Rococo a little unbelievable, which is equivalent to a new "unsolved mystery".

After enjoying the three-day vacation, she realized that she was not used to such a comfortable life.

Just as she was thinking about whether to go to 221B to ask if her boss was still alive in this world, she was on the window sill on the second floor and heard the sound of a violin from across the road.

Changed career?

Did he choose to change careers because the kidney that might have been removed three days ago cast a shadow in his heart?

Rococo's mind came to "Sherlock Holmes, an excellent violinist in London, England."

Impossible, unless the serial frequency.

She walked to the window, and Sherlock seemed to be by the window, the window was half open, and he could vaguely see him playing the violin with full concentration, and the bubble full of musical notes exposed more than half of it outside his window.

A wise man always has room for him to focus on two things. Sherlock is playing a piece of music that Rococo has never heard before. The notes in the bubbles are crowded on rows of densely packed words. The most striking thing is those pictures. These pictures all revolve around the same person—Miss Rococo who is holding her chin at the moment.

When a person is thinking about you, especially Sherlock, he is not necessarily "thinking" of you, but may be "studying" you.

So Rococo poked her head out very hard, trying to see the content of the text clearly, she wished she could select and enlarge the font.

The music stopped abruptly, and she glanced at Sherlock.

The detective lost his mind for a moment, and then the words and notes in the bubble were wiped away.

[What is Rococo looking at?Angle of view (opposite the window on the second floor, poke your head out) → something near the window? ]

Why are those small characters densely packed before, but now the font in Sherlock's bubble is not only enlarged but also bold =. =

Rococo sighed deeply, and took a deep breath of air, so the words echoed in the middle of Baker Street: "Mr. Holmes, have you eaten today?"

The British like to talk about the weather very much, but Rococo broke this custom. With her hometown way of thinking, she first asked "Have you eaten?"

Across the road, Sherlock's bubbles are first […], and then various dishes that Rococo has made.

Rococo found that the frequency of his appearances (bubbles) today is a bit high.

Of course, this great detective would not answer her with the same vigor as Rococo across the road, so Rococo received a text message.

It's ten o'clock in the morning, do you mean breakfast or lunch. ——SH

There are some things that can only be regretted after being said. _(:з」∠)_

Eating has nothing to do with time, you should eat when you are hungry. ——Coco

What a witty reply.

Ten seconds later, Sherlock texted back.

What are your plans for today? ——SH

She was asked "What are your arrangements" instead of "Please come to 221B if it's not convenient", this kind of sentence should not appear on Sherlock's input method.

God, what happened to his wayward boss today?

Rococo simply pushed the door open and rushed to the opposite 221B.When Mrs. Hudson saw Rococo coming, she told her that Sherlock had rejected five clients in a row, and she asked her to tell every visitor that he was very busy.

busy?Are you busy studying career change and entrepreneurship and the real possibility, or are you busy studying her?

She was reminded of her high appearance (bubble) rate again.

When she arrived on the second floor, Sherlock was sitting on the sofa, spinning the BlackBerry in his hand, with the violin leaning to one side.

"Tell me, sir, what happened to cause you to stay at home for three whole days? As your assistant, I'm almost moldy." Rococo dragged the handle seriously, which Sherlock claimed at the beginning, "90% sitting The people in this chair bring problems are all boring" innocent chair, sitting across from him.

She is a perfect fit for the position as she is now a counselor, counseling questions: My boss who was blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, bors, bosses to get through three days without a case at home. It’s a miracle case!

"Are you bored?" Sherlock asked back.

"No!" Luo Keke hastily denied, "I'm just curious, sir, are you not bored?"

[lie. ]

Sherlock clearly saw Rococo's duplicity, but he didn't point it out this time.

She and the detective stared at each other for a few seconds, unable to bear the silence any longer.

"Forget it, you continue to change careers and start a business, and I continue to go out to get moldy. This is my perfect arrangement for today." Luo Keke couldn't see through anything this time.

The contents of the bubble changed too quickly for her to keep up.

[Change to start a business? ]

At this time, the screen of Sherlock's mobile phone flashed, and he picked it up and looked at it for a few seconds before putting it down.

"Rococo, where are you going?"

"Go and play with Sam." She waved her hand, ready to leave.She couldn't figure out what state Sherlock was in today.

"I'm afraid you have to wait another day." Sherlock stood up, picked up his woolen coat and stopped directly in front of her.

"Can you get moldy yourself? I'll get rid of the plaque." Rococo met Sherlock's gaze.

Sherlock put on the coat and said at the same time: "You changed your clothes and pants before you came, which means you are looking forward to going out. You wore sneakers and no makeup, so there is no important date."

"So?" Rococo raised his head in a provocative tone.

"You were expecting to go out with me." Sherlock seemed to be saying the obvious.

No... Actually, it can also be to play with the dog.