[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Rococo understands the truth, but who will tell her what kind of mood she should use now to face Sherlock who is on the verge of death and can still flirt with her N many times?

At this time, Sherlock was out of danger and was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed. Rococo, whose mood was as tangled as a drum washing machine running at high speed, could only sit silently by Sherlock's bed and peel apples. There is apple flesh.

"Sorry, I know I shouldn't bother you who are concentrating on peeling apples, but I still have to remind you of this wrong way of eating fruit."

Sherlock's unhurried voice reached Rococo's ears, and she lost her grip, and the apple that had been peeled off nearly half of its flesh slipped from her hand into the trash can below.

"It seems that you directly chose to skip the most critical steps." Sherlock lay flat, maintaining a posture, squinting his eyes and raising his eyebrows.

The drum washing machine in Rococo's heart was still working, and Sherlock woke up earlier than she expected.Do smart people even have a higher recovery ability than ordinary people?

Luo Keke glanced at the lonely apple in the trash can with some distress, but opened his mouth but didn't say a word.

What do you want her to say?

——Oh sir, do you know that you were always YYing me in the bubble when you were resuscitating?Tell me, are you in love with me or are you in love with me?But if it's because I owe you money, then don't remind me and forget it. _(:з」∠)_

Unless she wants to die =. =

"Rococo, you have glanced down three times since I woke up. What do you want to say?"

Sherlock's upper body was exposed, and two electrocardiogram lead wires were pressed on his chest. His tone was calm and natural, not at all like someone who just came back from a stroll on the edge of life and death.Even so, his senses were frighteningly sharp, at least Rococo was frightened.

Rococo swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Well, Mr. Holmes, you have just escaped danger, talking too much will not be good for your recovery."

"No, that's not what you want to say." Sherlock denied it, staring at her motionlessly, and the words she said were crossed out in the bubble above his head.

That's not what Luo Keke wanted to say, of course, she just wanted this keen detective who scared her into tears to shut up quickly.

However it didn't work.

"Mr. Holmes, thank you for taking the bullet for me. To be honest, I almost thought you were going to die..."

"No, not this." Sherlock interrupted her directly, with another big fork in the bubble.

Dare to wait for her who has just entered the sensational state to finish speaking! ?

o(￣ヘ￣o#)

Rococo rolled his eyes towards the sky, sighed, and leaned out a little more towards the bed, so that Sherlock, who couldn't roll over, could see her.Going forward, her head is about to poke into the air bubble that only occupies a large space.

"Sir, is it actually you who want to say something to me?"

Sherlock's judgment on this sentence was a tick, and the bubble was almost stuck to her face, and she could see the bright red tick clearly.

[say something? ] The word was emphasized, and the scene in the thinking palace during the operation flashed in his bubble, and disappeared with just one click.

"Don't you really want to say something?" Rococo asked again.

Bubbles can't lie, at least let her know whether Sherlock's attitude towards her is "debt repayment" or...

Sherlock simply looked away: "Rococo, it seems that I must trouble you to bring me something from 221B."

In his bubble appeared the image of Mycroft's hairline-shattered head outside the door and window of the ward and the words [Break Rococo].

After finally letting her take the lead, the cunning detective tried to dismiss her again.

She is thinking about one thing now: #我想挑我的BOSS#.

"Take what?"

As soon as Rococo spoke, Sherlock's bubble began to screen the objects of 221B on a large scale, just like the jumping pattern of a lottery, each item appeared within 0.01 seconds, and it was still blank in the end.

"This thing is very important, I will tell you when the time comes, you go first." Rococo saw Sherlock's nonsense with a serious face, he paused for a few seconds and continued, "Now take the man outside the door for me Call it in, obviously he played big this time."

"Huh? Sir, when did you know?" Rococo was puzzled as to when Sherlock knew about the "conspiracy" of his brother who was also well-thought-out.

"Just now, I should have thought of it earlier." Sherlock's bubbles formed a grid, connecting the whole time in series, and finally the central access point was his "little man" who could mobilize a special agent team. Clerk" brother, Mycroft Holmes.

It seems that she has to go, and it's time for "brothers to settle accounts". ╮(￣▽￣")╭ Rococo compromised and opened the door of the ward. Mycroft was looking at her with his usual smile. When they passed by, Rococo heard him say: "Go ahead. "

Don't worry, she has always walked steadily.

-

It took nearly half an hour from the hospital to Baker Street. After Mrs. Hudson opened the door for her, the first thing she said was to ask about Sherlock's condition: "You called me a few days ago to tell me that Sherlock was shot. I was scared to death." , how is he now?"

"You can already fight with his brother, don't worry." Luo Keke couldn't help laughing when he thought of the scene when the two brothers met each time.

"Oh? You mean he's going to fight his brother before he gets better?" Mrs. Hudson looked puzzled.

"Well, it is estimated that the scene will be very intense, so I fled back here, which is half an hour away from the hospital."

After Mrs. Hudson showed a dubious expression, Rococo walked up to the second floor calmly.

At this time, she received a call on her mobile phone, it turned out to be Sherlock who could send text messages.

"Considering the current road conditions and Mrs. Hudson, who I consider to be in a semi-silent state but you didn't do so, you should already be standing at the door of the room on the second floor at this time." Sherlock's voice didn't sound like that at all. It was a survivor who had just endured the pain caused by the facial muscles pulling the wound, and had a verbal battle with his own brother.

The location was spot on, exactly right.

Before Rococo could speak, Sherlock on the other end continued with absolute confidence: "Now you come into my room."

Rococo complied, this was not the first time she had entered a man's room.She saw the window and the bed at a glance, and the scene in Sherlock's bubble at that time was vivid in her memory.

"I need you to get something, behind the product of the discoverer of one of the world's greatest laws."

Rococo looked around the room, the corners of his mouth twitching: "Sir, speak humanly."

After a few seconds of silence, Sherlock explained: "There is a cabinet behind Mendeleev's periodic table of elements."

Rococo approached the wall and found that the watch was not stuck tightly, and the bottom could be lifted easily, and there was a small square sunken in on the wall behind it.

"Take out the peace agreement inside."

As Sherlock said, she took out a stack of paper that was folded in half, which was the work contract between her and Sherlock.Also, in a corner, she saw something she hadn't expected--her cheap blue hair rope, banked in the strictest security, with a small glass ball strung between it.

Who can explain to her why her headband is here?

"By the way, take out the hair rope you saw, it's yours."

Sherlock seemed to be observing her every move with his own eyes, and every time he made a sound, he had an accurate grasp of her movements.

And Rococo, who can't see through the phone, is very tired.

As far as Sherlock is concerned, national liberation and world war will not have much influence on his tone of voice, only those difficult problems can arouse his interest.

"I took it all out, sir, shall I bring it to you next?" Luo Keke couldn't understand what use her labor contract and headband were for at the moment.

Then she noticed that Sherlock on the other end took a heavy breath almost inaudibly, and then said calmly and calmly: "You don't need to bring it, just tear it up."

-

Mycroft took the phone away from Sherlock's ear and put it on the low cabinet next to the hospital bed.

"It seems that you have made a choice for Sherlock, so then, replace that contract with a useless marriage certificate, add another woman to our family, or continue your career with the least risk? Mycroft looked at his younger brother who was lying on the hospital bed who was stupid in some respects, and continued after a pause for a few seconds, "I hope your choice didn't deviate from my guess this time."

Sherlock's brain regards the words of Mycroft around him as a silent mode. He closes his eyes and begins to recall the "Rococo" in the thinking palace. Every room in the palace of things.

When Rococo came to the door of the ward, there was only Sherlock inside. He seemed to be closing his eyes, but his bubbles were extremely active.She saw herself again, the "Rococo" who seemed to have a smile on her face all the time.

Even after waking up, I still want to YY her, I can't go on playing =. =

In the same empty corridor, the two stood facing each other, while "Rococo" was holding the stack of papers in his hand.

[Do you think I'm going to tear him up sir? ] "Rococo" turned the stack of papers over and over, and glanced at Sherlock from time to time.

[you will not.So, what kind of excuse would you accept? ] Sherlock in the corridor of the palace, wearing his familiar dark blue woolen coat, approached "Rococo" step by step.

[(Strike out) You think I'm not suitable to be your assistant and want to fire me? (cross out) No, that's too far-fetched. ][(strike out) You fired me for my own good because I could be in danger at any moment? (cross out) No, you obviously prefer to drag me into the water. ][(Strike out) Or are you afraid that I will affect your most proud sanity? (strike out) Can you really tell the truth? ]...

When each answer is listed next to "Rococo", a line will be drawn, and another answer that denies this will appear above it.

[So, how on earth are you going to convince me, sir? ] The "Rococo" in the bubble tilted his head slightly, smiled and added: [Convince me, don't make me too sad, this is simply more difficult than the eternal mystery.Interacting with people is harder than you think, isn't it? ]

"Rococo" rubbed the signatures of the two people on the contract with his thumb again.

[Maybe be more direct, don't care about my feelings.Unfortunately, you can't do it now. ]

But "Sherlock" frowned, and a strong ideological struggle occupied the palace.

However, Rococo outside the door has seen through everything.She almost forgot that in this short-term contact, she has roughly seen Sherlock clearly—she would never stop for anyone, replace most of her sensibility with reason, and no matter how many people pass by, she is just A passer-by, a pseudo-consultant detective and a true explorer who pursues all mysteries and thrills.

——Afraid that "I" will affect the reason you are most proud of.

Rococo suddenly felt an indescribable emotion spreading in her heart, she took a few deep breaths, and pushed open the door.

"You didn't tear it up."

Without looking at who it was, Sherlock said with certainty.He raised the hospital bed a little higher so that he could face her face to face.

Rococo showed him the intact contract, then walked straight to the foot of his bed.

"I can't just tear it up like this, you at least..." Rocco paused, and then she saw the big word [reason] pushed out in Sherlock's bubble.

She knew that he didn't have a suitable reason to give her now, so she said instead: "You should at least call me this half month's salary first."

Sherlock was shot and lying on the hospital bed, she was still talking about her salary, Rococo felt that what she said at the moment was a little heartless.

She never expected to use the acting skills honed for so long on Sherlock.She said it as naturally as possible, looking directly at him.

[Forcing myself to look directly → lie → why (know what)? ]

"I will." Sherlock replied even after seeing through her lie.

There was a crisp sound of paper being torn, Rococo tore the contract in two and threw it at the end of the bed, deliberately avoiding Sherlock's body.

"Perhaps you will wonder why I didn't ask you the reason, Mr. Sherlock Holmes." Rococo seemed to have not called out his full name for a long time, their peace agreement ended, and the relationship between superiors and subordinates was no longer there. Are you curious about my secret?"

Rococo approached him, and lowered his voice mysteriously: "Because I know, you haven't found a better reason, have you?"

She noticed that Sherlock frowned slightly, and her wrist, which was drooping by the bed, was suddenly grasped lightly by him.

His bubbles started countless thoughts and guesses about this sentence, Rococo didn't look up, her eyes still fell on Sherlock, she took a step back, and pulled her wrist away from his hand, the one that was held by her Sherlock tore the lace around his wrist.

"Please tell me and your clerk brother, half a month's salary is still required."

After leaving these words, Luo Keke opened the door and left, and then pressed against the wall next to her, held her mouth and took a few deep breaths. She could feel her heartbeat beating rapidly, and she was afraid that it would be broken in the process just now. Or ask.

This is the first time she has seen someone who likes someone but wants to push her away. She really wants to hang up with him. /goodbye.