[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

The terrier that Rococo thought she could play for a month—the little Shiba Inu Sam with his tongue sticking out and his tail curled around—appeared at Scotland Yard, galloping towards her on four short legs, its In the bubble is no longer the scene of Rococo feeding small sausages, but the figure of a young woman with a slender waist, who was Sam's original owner.

As soon as Rococo squatted down, the little Shiba Inu crashed into her arms, its wet nose rubbed against her blouse, and its two calves kept pulling.

"This dog was raised by the victim. We brought it back to test whether there are any usable fibers in the hair, but it seems to be a problem. It is hostile to everyone who comes close." Detective Lestrade stared at the dog. Looking at the little Shiba Inu in Rococo's arms, he said helplessly.

"Rococo, do you know this dog?" Sherlock frowned, and before he took a step closer, the little Shiba Inu growled at him vigilantly.

Rococo stroked Sam's back with one hand, turned and shook his head at Sherlock: "I don't know him."

The word "Sam" was her most effective stalk against Sherlock, and she swore to keep it for another month!

[(1.3 feet tall Shiba Inu→hair reaches trousers)(Only Rococo is not hostile among the people present)→Rococo is lying. ] The next moment, in Sherlock's bubble, the scene of Rococo standing at the door of 221B with a few dog hairs on his trousers emerged that day. He equated the two, and they were the same dog.

He was not in a hurry to point it out, but asked slowly: "This dog is hostile to strangers, but only wants to get close to you?"

"Because I'm a good dog!" Rococo hugged Sam to his chest and responded confidently.

Sherlock stared at her motionlessly, and the image of the Shiba Inu in his mind became clearer and clearer, and then the locker marked "Rococo" on the door was opened in a bubble, and a crumpled piece of paper A piece popped out, with a line of words written on it - [Sam (lives in Baker Street) (collects newspapers) (likes Rococo) (is not allergic to animal hair)].

"Sam." Sherlock said suddenly.

The two ears of the little Shiba Inu stretched out "swish", and the small eyes that were as bright as glass beads looked towards the direction of the sound.

Sherlock frowned for a few seconds, and glanced meaningfully at Rococo with a stiff face, and then the word [Sam] in the bubble separated from the paper, flew to the little Shiba Inu and merged into one, and the next second the paper seemed like It was deleted, and disappeared into the bubble out of thin air, as if a puzzle had been solved, and Sherlock lost interest in it.

Oops, I'm off, Sam's gone!Life is always changing, and Sam’s meme is about to expire in a blink of an eye. QAQ "18 pounds, 1.3 feet tall Shiba Inu. Rococo, some of your orientations are more unexpected than I thought." The corners of Sherlock's mouth curled up, his tone But extremely calm.

Don't say anything, come on Sam, she's to blame for the bite! /goodbye

Detective Lestrade finally couldn't bear it any longer. A murderer was about to go free, but the two chatted around a dog.

"Sherlock, I think the first thing to do now is..."

"Whether it's urgent or not is up to me for the time being." Sherlock interrupted bluntly, and said after a few seconds, "Rococo, put down that dog, let's go see the victim."

"Sir, do you know how dangerous it is for a young life that just lost its owner in this huge world?" Rococo still held Sam in his arms.

Detective Lestrade: "Miss Rococo, this is a police station, not a dangerous world..."

Rococo: "For a helpless little Shiba Inu, any strange place or a casual move will hurt it."

Lestrade & Sherlock: "..."

For Rococo, who achieved an A++ in acting skills and nonsense skills, there is nothing unspeakable. (*￣︶￣)y Shiba Inu Sam was carried by Rococo all the way to the door of the forensic room before being put down.She had just tied the dog leash to the doorknob, and was about to follow Sherlock in, but one leg was hugged tightly by Sam, and the little bubble had its original owner besides her.The little Shiba Inu whimpered slightly, and Rococo couldn't help feeling a little soft-hearted, but obviously he couldn't bring a dog into the forensic room.

"Give it to Greg, he can't help right now anyway."

When Rococo was struggling with how to break it, Sherlock's voice came in from behind, and it turned out that he didn't go in first.

So our "Scotland Yard" detective, Greg Lestrade, sat at the door of the forensic room on a dog leash, becoming an emergency, possible dog bite, dog watcher. _(:з」∠)_

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"The victim, Millie Tate, died of excessive blood loss from a knife in her right chest. There were several signs of fighting on her body." The female forensic doctor who greeted them was Jasmine, whom Rococo was familiar with.

Her fascination with Sherlock is still deep, and after she finishes speaking, she instinctively looks at Sherlock's reaction first, which Rococo can detect without observing the bubbles.

Sherlock did not shy away from tearing off the white cloth covering the corpse. To this famous detective, the naked female body had no extra instinctive allure other than the clues he wanted to see.His brain clearly began to list all the small details he could get from it: a long series of clues flew across the bubble, and finally a few key words remained:

[Victim Millie Tate (5.3 feet) (the wound is on the right chest, the knife edge is facing upwards to the left) (the bruises on the body have faded→has been beaten recently) (the ring on the right hand is made of the same material as Andrero’s ring→ The ring (a letter A is engraved on the ring) → I still have expectations for this relationship)] In addition, he also reflected the size and position of the knife in his mind.

After covering the white cloth again, Sherlock swept past Jasmine first, and then stopped on Rococo. Naturally, it was impossible to tell what he was going to do from his expressionless face, but the [Rococo (5.3 feet) in his bubble ], gave her a bad premonition, and she couldn't help but took two steps back.

Obviously when Sherlock swept past Jasmine, the same height appeared in his bubble, but he only focused on her.

It's not fair QAQ

"The victim is 5.3 feet tall." Sherlock took a big step, took two steps and stuck in front of Rococo, and then seemed to explain what he was going to do next, "Rococo, just like you."

Please allow her to find a way to lower herself a few centimeters first. [Candle]

Sherlock was too close, and Roco didn't dare to look up at his bubbles, but she could vaguely guess what the detective was trying to do.

"What a coincidence." Rococo curled her lips. She felt oppressed by Sherlock's being too close. She instinctively wanted to take a step back. Just as one leg was about to take a step, she was suddenly lifted by a hand on her back. back to square one.

"The fatal wound is on the right chest, and the knife edge is facing upward and left." Sherlock's left hand was suddenly clenched and pulled away. When Luo Ke could take a punch for himself, Sherlock's left hand stopped a few centimeters away from her chest. When he got down, he compared the direction and location of the wound in his mind, while changing the angle of the side of his left hand, "It is certain that the murderer is between 5.7 feet and 5.9 feet tall, strong and left-handed, which is similar to that of the football player. It was almost a perfect match. He only stabbed this one, which shows that he was very calm at the time, he knew what he was doing, so he must be prepared, at least wear gloves."

Rococo didn't listen much to this analysis. Through a piece of clothing, she could clearly feel the temperature of Sherlock's right hand against her back. The heat from his palm penetrated through the cotton T-shirt and lightly burned her skin. And his other hand was facing her chest, which was close at hand even though it wasn't attached.There was an arm's length between them, and she couldn't move forward or back, so she could only stand there quietly. Although she couldn't listen to it for a while, she also pretended to be the listener of this eloquent and eloquent detective.

She glanced at Jasmine, this Sherlock's admirer was a little unbelievable at the moment, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the two who were so close.

And the perpetrator of all this still maintained his original posture, frowning in thought.

"But he had his own blood on one of his leather gloves. Under what circumstances would a man who was so calm when he killed kill himself cut himself afterward?"

As he deepened his thinking, the detective who lived in his own world exerted a little force on the hand attached to Rococo's back, curled it up a little bit, and picked up the corner of her clothes along the way.

Luo Keke swore that if she went on, she would cry, and she would be afraid even of herself when she cried!

"He was discovered?" Rococo questioned, trying to bring Sherlock's attention back, making him aware of the awkward posture between them.

"By whom?" Sherlock didn't have the slightest intention to let go, on the contrary, he asked further.His lake-green eyes watched Rococo seriously, as if waiting for her thoughts.

"Wow, woof!" came Sam's second line.

"Miss Rococo, if you don't come out, this puppy will tear down Scotland Yard!" The police detective complained again.

Rococo turned sideways, and Sherlock released his hand against her back in time.Poor Detective Lestrade the Watchman nearly got both feet back in the chair when she rushed out of the forensic room, and Sam the Shiba Inu treated the detective like he treated the mail , pulling his trousers outward.

When Rococo picked up the Shiba Inu from his shoulder blades, he had an idea.She turned around, held the little Shiba Inu up in front of Sherlock, and blinked: "Mr. Holmes, tell me, is it it?"