[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Mrs. Hudson has been a little depressed recently. The little girl who lives in the opposite house hasn't come to cook with her for a long time, and he always avoids answering when asked about Sherlock.Except that she occasionally met this girl a few times when she was shopping for vegetables in the supermarket, besides, she has had a good exchange of cooking skills with her for almost half a year.

You know, the couple next door have been in the same room for a long time, but the couple at home are always separated by a road.

Mrs. Hudson can also guess that she felt a little sorry for Rococo. She met someone who was not good, and she met Sherlock who could only be excited by a case.Back then, she had captivated the souls of many men with just a pole dance.

All in all, the landlady of 221B is worried.

And Rococo, the girl she said to be sorry for, is sitting in the interrogation room of the Central Police Headquarters in London at the moment.She propped her chin and silently looked at the opposite man who was hugging his head and crying.

After she fired two bosses one after another, after some hard work, she became a member of Sherlock's stupid "Scotland Yard".Ordinary occupations can no longer satisfy her. When adventure has become a part of her life, she must find a more close occupation to fill it.

It's a pity that Rococo, who can always see through everything, feels bored.

Just like the one in front of her, she managed to get everything she wanted out of the bubble with just a few small questions.Once everything is seen through, it will not be difficult for the psychological defense line to be pierced.After her few simple words, the vast majority of people looked like "how did you know again?" in panic.

Detective Lestrade praised her for being a genius at interrogation, and he even asked if Sherlock had taught her anything.

Don't mention the name Sherlock, as soon as he is mentioned, she wants to hang him. o(￣ヘ￣o#)

Since that day, Rococo will selectively avoid Sherlock, and when the windows on the second floor are opened for ventilation, she will never look at the bubble opposite.After firing the boss, you must also show dignity!

Of course, Luo Keke is not modest, and she also thinks that she is a veritable "brick house" that is worthy of the name. _(:з」∠)_

After watching the man across from him sign his plea agreement with his own eyes, Luo Keke stretched himself, but after opening the door of the interrogation room, he was stunned at the door.

Sherlock was standing in front of the single-sided glass, his eyes fixed on her.Beside him stood Inspector Lestrade.

"Rococo, I'm sorry, this case is a bit urgent, I forgot to tell you in advance." Detective Lestrade looked at her apologetically.

The first thing Rococo did when she stepped into work here was to repeatedly ask Detective Lestrade to tell her in advance before asking Sherlock for help, so that she could plan how to avoid her ex... boss.

[Rococo: (Uniform, badge: Rococo, number xxxxx, "Scotland Yard" trainee police officer) (work time no more than three months) (weight loss of three pounds → recent exercise: (dog hair on trouser legs → walking Dog)) (fine biscuit crumbs on the neckline → I ate biscuits at noon) (no extra make-up other than light-colored lipstick → I haven’t dated anyone recently)]

Rococo still remembers that the last time he saw the bubbles belonging to this true-deduction expert was half a year ago.This time, he peeled off the ferrero that had been wrapped up with great difficulty, and his heart was filled with embarrassment.

"It's okay." She pretended to be nonchalant and shook her head at Detective Lestrade, then turned her eyes to Sherlock and smiled, "Long time no see."

"Hi." Sherlock continued after responding with a blank expression, "It seems that you are doing well here. It took less than 10 minutes for the murderer to sign the plea agreement, raising the "Scottish Field "weighted average of IQ."

So, she was inside for 10 minutes and he was outside for 10 minutes =. =?

"Don't praise me like that, I believe if it's you three points, no, one minute is enough." Rococo then smiled and said clearly, "And this place is really good, there are weekends, holidays, and public holidays, And all kinds of insurance."

After she finished speaking, she brushed past Sherlock and left.Yes, she was afraid that she would not be too handsome for three seconds, so hurry up and slip away.

After Rococo left, Sherlock looked back at her silently and then continued to move forward.

Obviously, I watched Rococo silently outside the interrogation room for almost 10 minutes before, but we did not meet for more than three sentences. This scene, poor detective Lestrade, couldn't understand it.Afterwards, he firmly believed that there must have been a love-hate relationship between the two that was no less than "World War III".

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When Rococo simply thought that today's "encounter" was over, Detective Lestrade put a document on her desk and left a sentence: "Please hand it to Sherlock."

"Detective, but... I..."

"Rococo, it's just a document. Everyone else is busy with the recent poison suicide case. Only you are free." Detective Lestrade didn't give her any room for detour this time, and left in a hurry after speaking .

Detective, wait! =mouth=

Holding the document in his hands, Rococo walked in the corridor with black lines all over his face, and almost bumped into someone at the corner.

"Sorry." She took two steps back.The person in front of him was a short brown-haired man wearing a leather jacket with a cane, and beside him was a fat man with thin brown glasses frames.

The previous text in the bubble above the head of the man with a disabled leg has not dissipated, and he can vaguely see the question he was thinking before: [Will someone really share the house with me? ]

"Excuse me, do you know which room Mr. Holmes is in?" The fat man next to him asked, did he want to ask Sherlock to solve "difficult" cases like "how to find a co-tenant"?I will definitely be disgusted..._(:з」∠)_

"Actually, I'm also looking for him." Luo Keke replied honestly, blinked, and asked, "Are you looking for him because you have a case to ask?"

[I would like to introduce John Watson to him as a co-tenant. ]

"No, it's something else." The air bubbles of the fat man with brown glasses had given everything away.

Watson...John Watson...John Watson, the co-tenant of Sherlock Holmes in Mr. Doyle's original book? !

Rococo looked John Watson in front of him from top to bottom. Not surprisingly, Sherlock will have a new helper.And why did she feel a little bit disappointed? It is 100% an illusion. Her former boss is about to get a same-sex roommate and helper, which means that it is not easy to have feelings between opposite sexes. She should be happy.

But what about same-sex relationships? [serious face

Pushing open the door of the pharmacy laboratory, Rococo can see at a glance that Sherlock's huge bubble is filled with various chemical symbols that are garbled to her, as well as various substances seen in the observation microscope.

"Just put the documents on the table over there." Sherlock didn't look up.

This is exactly what Rococo wanted, she can go quietly, just as she came quietly.

It's a pity that Watson's words broke this beautiful idea.

"There is a feeling that time has changed here. I really stayed outside for too long."

The stranger's voice made him look up, and Rococo had just put the document on the table.

Sherlock's eyes first glanced at Rococo, then at Watson, and cut him all over in the bubble: [The co-tenant (①The left hand trembles intermittently → the left shoulder is injured) (②Standing posture + hairstyle + "Time has changed" "→ A soldier who has been in the hospital → a military doctor) (① + ② → a military doctor who has just left the battlefield → a gunshot wound on his left shoulder) (a gunshot wound on his shoulder but a crutch → serious psychological reasons) (sunburn marks on his face + Battlefield military doctor → the place where the previous war took place: Afghanistan or Iraq)

"Rococo, lend me your phone." Sherlock looked at Rococo again.

Rococo shook his head: "Sorry, I forgot my phone on the desk."

[I touched the right hand pocket + the rectangular protrusion of the right hand pocket while speaking → lie. ]

"Your right hand pocket." Sherlock paid no attention to her clumsy lie.

Rococo almost forgot the scene in the hospital half a year ago, never, never, in front of Sherlock Holmes, lie.

She silently took it out and handed it to Sherlock, then she took a few steps back consciously, and saw her mobile phone interface appeared in the bubble: first, there was only one signal left in the upper left corner, and then [(communication Register contacts → no male friends with frequent contacts)]

Wait, he's looking at her contacts?It's too late for Rococo to stop her. The only contacts she has are those few, and the cursor has already stopped on one contact: [The very bad Sherlock Holmes: number XXXXXX]

Was found to help QAQ!

Sherlock raised his eyelids, glanced at Rococo, and returned the phone to her naturally: "Unfortunately, there is no signal."

When she looks back, she must change the remarks to "Sherlock Holmes who is so terrible and peeps at people's privacy"! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ "Use mine." This sentence comes from Watson, but at this time Rococo's head is full of "was found, found QAQ", so the relationship between them She didn't listen to a word of the conversation.

At this moment, Jasmine, who was holding a cup of coffee, opened the door and came in. She let out a small exclamation. She probably didn't expect so many people to appear here suddenly.

Rococo still remembers that when she met her last time, she tactfully asked about the situation between her and Sherlock. Rococo told her very freely at that time, "Sherlock was fired by her."

She still remembered Jasmine's elated bubbles of feeling that she had a chance, and listening to her describe Sherlock's attitude towards her was full of distress.

When Rococo came back to his senses, Sherlock had already put on his coat and tied a scarf. His description of Watson left Watson stunned.Apparently, Sherlock scares future roommates. ←_← "Good afternoon." When Rococo thought this was the end of today's meeting, Sherlock poked his head in from the door again: "Rococo, come here."

He scares her now, lose money quickly!