[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Do you know what a real brother is?

In order to know how much Rococo occupies in Sherlock's heart, his brother set up a trap and waited for his brother to jump into it.Unexpectedly, my elder brother got off the hook, encountered an unexpected drug deal, and almost killed my younger brother.Who would believe this if he was not a real brother?

Rococo, who was kneeling beside Sherlock, who was soaked in blood and lay flat on the ground, arrived when Mycroft Holmes, who called himself a "little clerk" but could mobilize a group of special agents armed with advanced guns, arrived. I understand—the phone call he made to her; "London's good morning kiss"; the mysterious insider in the drug den... It was all planned by this brother, and he knew what his brother was interested in , also know how to cheat.

What kind of person can fool a detective with a high IQ?

—a person whose IQ is comparable or even higher.

And her kind of scum, stupid enough to be a willing victim to be pulled in, heart tired QAQ outside the intensive care unit, Rocco is leaning on the wall, opposite her is the person who wrote a good script but was accidentally added by fate. One page of "little staff", he stood diagonally opposite to her, holding the black long-handled umbrella that never left his body with one hand.

"Mr. Holmes, what does it feel like to play off?" When Rococo said this, there was a sense of gnashing teeth from the inside out. She paused for a few seconds and continued to ask, "Playing with my own brother What's it like to be in the ICU?"

Inside Mycroft's bubble, the word [sorry] was mentioned and circled in the center.

"Although my people arrived immediately after receiving the news, I'm still one step late, I'm sorry." He subconsciously glanced down at the ground, but then his voice changed, "But it's not all my fault .”

Is it her fault?

Rococo tilted his head, and through the round glass window on the door, he saw Sherlock's almost transparent bubble, which was white and nothing.But the existence of the bubbles proves that Sherlock is still alive.Following Sherlock, she had seen a cold corpse wrapped in a white cloth, with nothing above it.

She turned her head and looked directly at the "little employee" who appeared to be indifferent on the surface, but in fact, his worries for his younger brother had already been exposed in the bubble.

"According to you, is it my fault?"

Mycroft lightly hooked the umbrella in his hand, grabbed the upper part, and walked up to Rococo step by step. His words were clear: "My younger brother has neither too many nor too few weaknesses, but I have now discovered The same deadliest..."

The oppressive force in Mycroft's words made Rococo unconsciously want to take a step back, but found that he was already stuck against the cold wall.

The strong psychological quality honed in the past few months finally played a role in this situation. Rococo retracted his chin, narrowed his eyes, and met his gaze.

Then he heard Mycroft slow down and say two words: "Yes, you."

What is the situation, really blame her slightly =. =?

"What do you mean?" Rococo pretended to take a few steps to the side inadvertently, pulling some distance away from Mycroft.

[If it weren't for Rococo, my stubborn little brother would never change his original plan and choose the stupid and direct move to sneak in. ]

Mycroft stroked the handle of the umbrella with one hand. He glanced at his younger brother who was stupid because of a woman on the hospital bed, and said in a teasing voice, "Miss Rococo, I don't think you can't see anything." .”

The moment his voice fell, the ECG monitor in the ward rang rapidly, and the sharp "didi" sound cut through the corridor of the hospital.

Rococo and Mycroft looked at Sherlock's ward with serious expressions at the same time.

Idol, you can’t do anything, Idol QAQ

It didn't take long for Sherlock to be surrounded by doctors and nurses who came to rescue him, but the lines on the electrocardiogram did not improve at all, the amplitude became weaker and weaker, and the heart seemed to be losing its ability to beat a little bit.

Rococo thinks it shouldn't be like this. If the detective is at the end of his life here, how can he have the memory of the former Prime Minister Cameron helping to promote the third season?

Through the round glass window, she suddenly saw that Sherlock's bubbles were no longer white. First, there were fine flakes of snow, and then they became clearer. She saw the majestic palace again.No amount of small bubbles of paramedics surrounding Sherlock can stop this one carrying a world of a genius.

The picture advances, and the field of vision passes through the outer wall of the palace. Sherlock is standing alone in a corridor somewhere in the palace. He is wearing that long woolen coat that is familiar to Rococo. Out: [Why am I here? ].

Because you are dying and your mind is struggling!

Luo Keke immediately shook off this idea, and after a "peh pee pee" in her heart, she slowed down her breathing.

"I didn't expect this outcome, and neither did you, Miss Rococo. I should have guessed, but even I was deceived by my brother's conversation that night." Mycroft's voice came from behind her. Now, his words sound a little aggressive, but it may also be a kind of self-blame for everything that is about to happen.

Rococo understands the meaning of "that night", and all the turning points start from the "brother talk" after the farce casino.

Maybe earlier.

She didn't look back, because she saw another "Mycroft" appearing in Sherlock's bubble. He was standing in the corridor holding the umbrella, with a politician's smile on his face, and the words from his body were like Notes blown by the wind emerged out of nowhere: [Sherlock, my stupid brother, you are dying. ][You can't even remember this kind of thing?You and Rococo were in the drug den, and then you were shot. Although the bullet deviated from your heart, the huge blood loss caused your brain to lack oxygen... Oh yes, it's not surprising that you forget. ]

Standing in the corridor, Sherlock seemed to realize something, and the scene was replayed in his palace: the drug den, drug dealing, running, and the bullet about to shoot Rococo.The screen stopped at the scene of the bullet, and the bullet seemed to pass through a canvas in the palace, swirling up, and shooting into Sherlock's body slowly but precisely. He stood there, watching helplessly. .

[Looks like you remembered. ] Everything was still again, and Mycroft appeared behind Sherlock. [So now, you're dying Sherlock, you have to do something. ]

The word [do something] was repeated endlessly, surrounded by Sherlock, and he stared at the notes filled with the same word in pain.

The defibrillator was rubbed, stronger pulses passed through Sherlock's body, and he bounced and slammed down.

And the other him in the bubble started to stride in the long and narrow corridor.A door appeared on both sides of the corridor. He pushed it open, and the door opened slowly. The huge room was full of chemical instruments, and the chemical equations were printed in every corner of the room and suspended in the sky.But it seems that his most proficient chemistry can't save his life at the moment.

The chemical formula suddenly changed into a few words: [This doesn't work! ]

Rococo outside the door could only watch quietly, pressing one hand on the glass, but could do nothing.But this man was none other than Sherlock Holmes, and she wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly jumped off the hospital bed and started walking Sam the next second.She had been his assistant for a long time, and he always brought her some surprises.

Inside the bubble, the light in the room dimmed, and a corner full of chemical instruments radiated a faint light. A refrigerator with the door half open appeared, and a person was bent over looking for something behind the refrigerator door.

Sherlock frowned and approached step by step, and the man poked his head out at this time.

Then Rococo outside the ward was startled, oh, she's going, is that herself? !

Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

Rococo behind the refrigerator in Bubble held two bottles of reagents with similar colors, and looked at Sherlock with a smile: [Sir, do you want this bottle of light yellow reagent or this bottle of lemon yellow reagent? ]

[I want the apricot yellow one, the third bottle from the left. ] Sherlock took another step.

And that "Rococo" continued to smile and said: [You are really honest, then I will give you both bottles.If you need apricot yellow, you, yourself, get it! ]

When Sherlock was one step away from this "Rococo", everything disappeared again. He returned to the original corridor, still alone. He immediately turned around and ran towards the direction of the room just now.

The pulse from the defibrillator went through Sherlock again, opening another door in his mind.

This time he opened the door and rushed in, and he found himself in a pile of hanging sandbags.Several masked people suddenly appeared and slashed at him with knives, but Sherlock seemed to be able to do a job with ease, accurately knocking down these people with only bare hands.

[Nor this. ]

He turned around, his vision zoomed out, and Rococo saw "himself" again.

This "self" pinched the joints of his hands and moved closer to Sherlock: [Sir, do you want to see the effect of your influence? ]

But Rococo, who saw all these images with flesh and blood, felt a dull pain in the bones and joints of his hands.When the circle she swung in the bubble was caught by Sherlock, she felt that her hand hurt even more. Why didn't the bubble let her go? =mouth=

All this disappeared again, and the "Rococo" who was close to Sherlock disappeared together with the room again.

The ripples of the electrocardiogram were weaker than before, and Sherlock seemed to be trapped in his own thought palace, endless corridors, he ran, looking for the next door.

Rococo has subconsciously started to bite her lips, she is staring at the bubble, waiting for a turning point.

A booster was injected into Sherlock's body, and another door appeared in the bubble.

As soon as Sherlock's hand touched the doorknob, the surrounding walls "suddenly" receded, the park expanded into the sky and the earth, musical notes fluttered in the sky, and a large group of pigeons flew past with flapping wings.

The sound source of the notes came from the violin played in Sherlock's hands. His left hand was quickly plucking the strings, the bow rubbed against the body of the violin, and the notes slanted out.

It is said that the power of music can jump out of the barriers of time and space, but the electrocardiogram told Rococo outside the door that everything has not improved.

The group of pigeons pierced the sky again and glided towards a place at high speed. After the image was clear, Rococo once again saw "herself" standing among the group of pigeons with a bag of pigeon food in her hand, and "she" took a bag of pigeon food All the food was spilled on the ground, and then went straight to Sherlock: [Sir, you are dying, and you still have the interest to play the violin. ]

Well, this style of painting really matches her.

Everything retreated, and he returned to the empty corridor, and this time there was a door at the end of the corridor.The door was opened, and a Brazilian turtle crawled under Sherlock's feet, very, very slowly.

Along the direction in which the Brazilian tortoise crawled, stood a brown cocker spaniel with slightly mixed blood.

Roco has seen this cockerel before, and it also appeared in Sherlock's bubble on the night of the brothers' night chat.It's just that Sherlock at that time stood under the street lamp with one hand in a pocket, but now Sherlock is lying on the first aid table with various infusion and gas pipelines inserted.

Sherlock was a little excited when he saw the cocker spaniel, and he squatted down, calling for it to come.The cockerel seemed to hear it too, and ran towards him with all its limbs.

When Cocker was very close to Sherlock, it suddenly transformed into a small Shiba Inu.Or to be more precise, Cocker becomes Sam the Shiba Inu.

Sherlock froze in place, and Sam stopped on all fours. "Rococo" folded out of nowhere again, walked to Sam's side, bent down and stroked its soft hair.

This time Sherlock took the initiative to walk to "her", Rococo stood up with a serious face: [Sherlock, you are going to die.Let alone those thrilling cases, you will not even know my secret. ]

Sherlock's pupils widened, and he fell backwards. When he realized it again, he was lying on the bed in his familiar living room. On one wall was Mendeleev's Periodic Table of Elements, and on the other was a smiling face hit by bullet holes.

"Rococo" stood by the window and looked out of the window. After a while, he turned around and approached his bed.

"She" bent down, raised the corner of her mouth and got closer.

[Sherlock.What you want is not only my secret, but also...]

The flattening electrocardiogram suddenly formed a triangle, and Rococo's heartbeat missed a beat outside the door.

The "self" in the bubble was so close to Sherlock that even Rococo who was watching could feel his heart beating faster.

Sherlock is almost dying and still thinking about this, have you considered her mood =. =

The moment the two were about to touch, "Rococo" stopped leaning down a little bit, straightened his waist, and lay a coin in his hand.

[Let's make a bet, sir, heads and tails, if I win you don't lie down, get up for me. ]

It was no longer an empty palace, he was lying on his bed, in the living room, "Rococo" tossed the coin upwards, and a row of words floated along "her" to Sherlock: [Heads I win, Otherwise you lose. ]

The coin was still flipping in mid-air, and the red line of the electrocardiogram came back to life.Just when the doctors thought there was no hope, Sherlock Holmes opened his eyes.