[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Rococo first saw the bubble, which was wrapped with a golden whistle and a ribbon decorated with spots. She couldn't hear the sound in the bubble, but the somewhat blurred image clearly showed the person's thoughts at this time Somewhat disorganized, she seemed to be able to hear the sharp and annoying hissing of the whistle.

The young lady wore a pair of sunglasses and walked up the stairs step by step. She was wrapped in black, with a black vest and a black pleated skirt. The weather was very warm, but she was shivering.

"Rococo, pour her a cup of hot water." Sherlock acted as his boss on his own initiative.

"Sir, shall we talk first..."

Before she could say the word "work contract", Sherlock interrupted her: "The kettle and teacups are on the coffee table."

"Sir, the coffee table is obviously closer to you." Luo Keke held back the garbled words that flew past in his heart.

"I am very busy."

Rococo glanced at Sherlock who straightened his neckline and sat back in his chair. He really said this without any shame.

But in the next second, she knew where he was busy.The lady had already stepped into the room while they were talking, and she looked around in a daze.At this moment, the bubble above Sherlock's head flew a few words in a few seconds: [Hiding the second half of the round-trip ticket in the glove-Come by train; There is a mud stain on the right boot-Take a taxi; A flick of the wrist sleeve - hiding some kind of trace...]

It turned out to be really busy_(:з」∠)_

Rococo shrugged, asked the lady to sit on a chair in the middle of the room, and then poured her a cup of hot water.

"Sherlock Holmes, my name. Good morning, ma'am." Sherlock sounded looking forward to what the lady would say next.

The lady took off her sunglasses. It was a pair of anxious eyes covered with dark circles. Looking closer, the lady's face was haggard, not commensurate with her age.

"Rococo, what did you see?"

Sherlock didn't ask her, but turned to the slightly casual Rococo.

What did she see?

Didn't the detective's assistant take notes occasionally in a daze, and then exaggerate a few more words about the famous reasoning, "Wow, it's great, it's amazing, it's wonderful" or something?

Sherlock's eyes rested on her standing next to the lady, as if thinking she must have something to say.

"Are you shaking? Why?" Rococo didn't answer Sherlock's question directly, but turned to the lady beside him.

She saw the glass of water in the lady's hand shake, and a speckled band appeared again in the air bubble above her head.

"Okay, I understand." Rococo didn't wait for her to speak.

"This lady was very troubled, even frightened by something. She took the train this morning and called a taxi."

Rococo's words are calm, and she naturally wouldn't say 'this lady is afraid of a tape', which comes from the true thoughts of the great detective Sherlock Holmes.

Rather than spying on others, it is more direct to look at the thought hall of this famous detective. Rococo praised his wit.

The lady was a little surprised: "Oh my God, how did you..."

"You have the second half of a round-trip ticket hidden in your glove, and you have a mud stain on your right boot."

"You have the second half of a round-trip ticket hidden in your glove, and you have a mud stain on your right boot."

Rococo and Sherlock spoke at the same time.

The two looked at each other, Rococo directly ignored Sherlock's expressionless face, and found Mimi's compliment in a small corner of the bubble above his head: [IQ is so much higher than the whole block. ]

Mr. Holmes, let's talk about life. What is "a little bit"?Why are you so stingy with compliments?

She glared back, and found confusion in Sherlock's eyes.

She just won't tell him what she saw o(￣ヘ￣o#)

"Sir, miss..." The lady spoke weakly to interrupt the "collision" of the two people's eyes, "I am really scared, I am afraid that I will go crazy after a few more days. I heard about you from others, and I believe you You can help me, but I'm afraid..."

[I'm afraid I won't be able to pay. ]

Rococo saw the typesetting first.

"Come on, ma'am, if you're financially strapped you don't have to worry about it. You can come and pay anytime you want."

Sherlock discovered her difficulties, and Rococo was a little hard to believe that such a self-talking person still had a reasonable side.

The lady showed gratitude, calmed down, and said, "My name is Helen Stoner, and I live with my stepfather..."

The lady's name was Helen Stoner, and she lived with her stepfather, Dr. Roy Lott.Her mother has a large family property for rent, with an annual income of up to one million pounds. Before her mother died, she made a will to leave this property to Dr. Roylott, but it must be guaranteed that she and Dr. Her late twin sister, Julia Stoner, married and left home and deposited a certain amount of money into their bank account each year.

She talks sadly about her older sister, and in the bubble above her head emerges a young lady who looks exactly like her, with a good figure but haggard face.

While Helen was speaking, Rococo glanced at the bubble above Sherlock's head. The bubble was like a computer screen. Helen's words were typed on it word by word, and then he pulled out important details, such as: [Helen Stoner (lives with stepfather) (rich mother dies) (twin sister dies) (there will be a certain amount of money in the account every year after marriage - currently unmarried); Roy Lotte (doctor) (client stepfather)...]

Those words were simply passed over by Rococo's ears, but they were highlighted in the ears of the famous detective... The same people are not wise.

[Sister's death? ]

"Ms. Stoner, can you tell me more about your sister?"

Rococo asked questions for this well-known detective with real words. After she finished speaking, she realized that she had entered the state and started to be a good consultant and detective assistant who didn't know what to do. Oh, it's all about this The fault of the materialistic society QAQ "My sister Julia passed away two years ago. She should have entered the palace of marriage with a handsome naval captain two weeks later, but..." Helen looked sad again, Rococo could see that she loved her sister very much.

"Could you tell me more about the circumstances of your sister's death?"

Rococo felt that he was an extended repeater at the moment, capturing Sherlock's passing thoughts, and then said them out of his brain.

Sherlock took a look at Rococo this time, as if that Mimi compliment moved a little to the middle of the bubble?

"We live in an old villa, and we only installed central air conditioning a few years ago. The living rooms of the three of us all face south, facing the garden. Walking in from the living room is Roylott's, sister's, and My room. That day she came to my room and talked with me about the wedding, and..." She paused, "She also asked me if I heard the whistle in the evening, I said no, and then she replied In the room, I heard the door lock so I'm sure."

— the whistle.

Rococo immediately remembered the whistle that was circled in the air bubble when Helen stepped up the stairs.

This time, her overbearing boss asked before she could finish her brain, "Do you lock the door every time before going to bed?"

"Yes, because the doctor has some big dogs that stay off the leash at night."

"please continue."

"It rained heavily that night, and I was so anxious that I couldn't sleep. Suddenly, I heard a scream. It was my sister's voice. I got up from the bed immediately, and when I opened the door, I heard a whistle from my sister, and then There was a loud bang. I rushed to the door of her room, facing the pale face of my sister who had just opened the door. The small desk lamp in her room was on, so I could see her expression...she Terrified, I don't know what happened, or what she saw, but she must have been terrified. She fell to the ground and I tried to catch her, and she was twitching in pain...”

The scene of that night was wrapped in the bubbles above Helen's head—heavy rain hitting the window, getting up in horror, walking through the dark corridor, and seeing the frighteningly pale face of that dearest relative...

Rococo seemed to be watching a thriller with narration, she was immersed in the heavy atmosphere, and didn't notice that Sherlock glanced at her from time to time.

"...She was pulling out almost all the strength in her body, and she shouted at me: straps, speckled bags!" I didn't know what she was talking about, so I immediately went to my stepfather..."

Once again the speckled bag, the source of her fear, appeared in her bubble.

Her sister couldn't be rescued, it wasn't poison or anything else, the doctor's conclusion was cardiac arrest after excessive shock.

"This was all two years ago, why did you come now?" Rococo expressed his thoughts this time.

She also has to speak for herself once in a while, doesn't she :)

"Because a month ago, someone proposed to me. And because the room was renovated, I had to temporarily live in my sister's bedroom, and then that night, I heard the whistle...but I turned on the light, and I didn't see anything Here." Her lips began to tremble slightly.

Sherlock was deep in thought at this moment, and the long string of narratives was flying dazzlingly above his head. For him, the string of bubbles was like a screen in front of his eyes. When some clues flashed, his pair of light dark green eyes The eyeballs also move in the eye sockets in the direction of the characters on the screen.

Hell, he could see his own mind.

Σ(°△°||)

Rococo was stunned again, she could see the thoughts flashing through everyone's mind, except her own.And Sherlock, miraculously, can check what's in his mind like browsing the web.

"Mr. Holmes..."

"Hmm...Miss, Mr. Holmes is thinking." Rococo had to remind the lady before Sherlock said "shut up" rudely.

"Be quiet."

Undoubtedly, this still disturbed the pensive detective (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ After more than a minute, the string of characters slowly slowed down and merged into a few words: [Dr. Roy Lott; Whistles; Clash of Metal; Pre-Wedding; Speckled Tape]

Rococo can barely judge that this has something to do with Dr. Roytlow, but she can't connect these words together with her fishy lips. Oyz Dr. Roytlow blew a whistle, and then the pre-married Julia went "bang嘡" fell to the ground and died =. =?It's a pity that this world is not "Harry Potter" but "Sherlock", it really rhymes_(:з」∠)_

"I see, we'll be there before this afternoon, I'm going to see that house." Sherlock got up, walked to the door and opened the door on the second floor, "But before that, we still have something to do To deal with."

"We"←_←Look, it's starting to make its own way again.

Before leaving, Helen told Sherlock that her father happened to be out late today, and he could investigate the house properly.

"Okay, Mr. Holmes, I have no objection to being your assistant, but at least you have to follow the proper procedures, right?"

Rococo stared at him closely, did he glance at the bubbles.

[Very well, passed. ]

passed?

"Welcome to be my assistant, Ms. Rococo."

Could it be that those were assessments before?Oh my god, Holmes chose employees on his own initiative, conducted assessment interviews on his own initiative, passed on his own initiative, and only let her know when the whole process was unilaterally self-service DIY checkout without the other person knowing?

Allow her again (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

The author has something to say: Special note: The case is adapted from Conan Doyle's original book "The Spotted Tape". If you haven't read it, try not to search it, and keep it a little mysterious (:3つ)3