[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

In the morgue, Rococo stood at the door, watching Sherlock put away his whip.

Rococo initially estimated that the detective wanted to talk to her about the notes on the phone contacts in all likelihood.

It's a pity that when he opened his mouth, it was one or two out of ten: "I have checked all your background information in the past six months."

Sherlock rolled up the whip, and while Rococo was thinking about where he could put it, he stuffed the whip in a small coil into his pocket.

"It seems that you are still fond of my secret." Rococo continued to ask knowingly, "In this case, why did you fire me? It's easier to uncover the secret if you keep it by your side, isn't it?"

She tucked her chin in, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Sherlock with a smile.

Sherlock turned around, and the thinking in his bubble was delayed for a few seconds before regrouping, then avoided Rococo's question, and continued on his own: "You used to study in the north of England, and when you got close to Mycroft I moved into my parents’ house after I had been assigned a mission, and I haven’t had any contact with any previous friends or relatives since then, and I still don’t.”

It was only after Rococo looked up at Sherlock's bubble that he understood what his last sentence was referring to: ["Also now" → only a few people's address book. ]

"Oh, because I used to have a bad personality, I was alone and had no one to play with me." Rococo opened his mouth and gave a more realistic excuse.

It’s not that no one has looked for her. She has also received emails and party invitations from her former “friends”, but she rejected them all. Even her best friend who expressed an intimate relationship may be “Rococo” looking for her. She simply refused.The current Rococo has no way to sit down with those people and "reminisce about the past". The only thing she can recount is the modern and contemporary history of the world.

“There is a picture of you with your friends next to your bed; the decorations on the shelf are also gifts from others because they are engraved with the words “Happy Birthday”; there is a gift from a friend in a book on the shelf.”

When saying these words, inside Sherlock’s bubble is a 360-degree holographic effect of the Rococo bedroom with no dead ends. The group photo at the head of the bed, the decorations on the shelf and a book in the bookshelf are circled.

Help, why can I remember so clearly the room where I only stayed for a few hours half a year ago =口=

"It's not that Rococo has no friends, but it's very possible. You are afraid that you will be exposed when you meet." Sherlock distinguished "you" from "Rococo", and what he wanted to say seemed obvious.

Finally, he got closer, and calmly asked the question that these clues wanted to raise: "Who are you?"

Rococo maintained the previous posture, she stayed where she was, but due to Sherlock's approach, she had to raise her head slightly.She saw that pair of lake green eyes were like a deep pool, deep and dignified, this seemed to be a question she had to answer.

Time seems to go back to that afternoon more than half a year ago, when they met for the first time in front of the flower shop, the detective guessed her identity.

Sherlock is approaching step by step, her secret has been repeatedly stirred up in the past six months, he can't forget her, not only the desire for the answer to the mystery, but also other emotions, he has avoided it many times but always pursues her emotion.So, he at least has to figure out who she is.

Rococo began to doubt life, and Sherlock stopped asking her questions about her always looking up at the top of people's heads, but took a step closer to "who are you", even if she made up a weird disease, it was useless.

Who will give her an answer that will convince Sherlock Holmes? QAQ "The bruises on the corpse that was whipped before turned out..." Jasmine pushed open the door, and saw Sherlock and Rococo close at hand. In her eyes, Sherlock looked intently at Rococo, while Rococo looked back with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

But if Rococo was asked to describe her expression at this time, she could describe it like this without hesitation: a constipated face that couldn't hold back an excuse.

Jasmine is really helpful!

So Jasmine's appearance became her best chance to rule out whether Rococo's bubble that saw Jasmine as soon as she turned her head made up her mind about whether there was some ulterior secret that happened in the morgue before she and Sherlock.

However, what happened was ulterior, but unfortunately it was not what Jasmine imagined.

"Since I'm a person with a story, I can't finish it in three days and three nights, so I'll just start today..." Rococo purposely moved closer to Jasmine, and said, "My name is Rococo, and I used to be, It is now, and it will be in the future. Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes." After speaking, she walked around behind Jasmine, opened the door and quickly slipped out.

Who are you?This is really a deep and connotative question, the most important point is that this question is too scary, it scared her to tears QAQ——

Recently, a mysterious serial "suicide case" in London caused a storm.It is said to be a suicide case because Rococo's current boss, Detective Lestrade, defined it in this way. The victim is often alone, and has died of poisoning when found. In addition, there is no other connection or trace of homicide.

It's a pity that her ability to solve crimes has not been brightened, and the police officers around her don't have any good ideas to "learn from". As a civilian intern police officer, she is only responsible for interrogation and file affairs, and she does not need to go to the police, so I haven't been able to see through everything so far (:3つ)3

On the evening of the second day after meeting Sherlock, there was a knock on the door of Rococo's house who was spending the weekend. It was Mrs. Hudson who hadn't had a good chat for a long time.

"Oh, dear, I'm afraid I have to ask you for help." Mrs. Hudson smiled shyly, "I have to prepare some supper for the two of my family to come back tonight, but unfortunately I just found out that there is nothing in the refrigerator. It's too late to go to the supermarket now, you know, those takeaways are junk food. So..."

Of course, Rococo knows who the two people Mrs. Hudson mentioned are those who are waiting for supper tonight, well, she will reluctantly agree =. =

More than an hour later, the door button of 221B was knocked. As soon as Mrs. Hudson opened the door, Sherlock rushed in with a lady's suitcase and went straight to the second floor.

"Sherlock, the food is ready for you. It's at the kitchen table on the second floor. And Miss Rococo across the street..." When Mrs. Hudson closed the door and turned around, there was already the sound of the door closing on the second floor .

So Rococo, who used the storage in his own refrigerator to cook two dishes in 221B, was about to go back when he bumped into Sherlock.

Hey, this is not the same as promised!

[I opened the refrigerator this morning and saw only a few bottles of chemical reagents → no ingredients → Luo Keke helped to make supper. ]

"Well, Mr. Holmes, you just went to participate in the 'Three Wars'?" Rococo looked at Sherlock. He was carrying a lady's pink suitcase with stains on it, and his coat was also crumpled.

"I just searched the back alley of Lawrence Gardens and dug through three rubbish dumps. This series of cases is so exciting, the woman in the pink dress and her missing pink box. My brain can finally be used. gone."

Garbage dump?A little disgusted_(:з」∠)_

When he said this, Sherlock's bubble was an image of a female corpse lying in the middle of a room in an abandoned building. The female corpse was facing the ground on her back, wearing a pink dress. In addition, every part of the body was labeled, such as the ring [Unhappy Marriage Over Ten Years - Multiple Lovers] on the sticker, and [Cut Short - Clerical Work - Lefty] on the fingernails...

Rococo read the word "surging heart" from the bubble that was a little fluttered by Sherlock's emotions. It seemed that she hadn't seen a similar image and this kind of emotion from the bubble for a long time.

But no matter how familiar this scene is, Luo Keke is not the female assistant she used to be.

Watching Sherlock take off his coat and sit on his chair wearing only a shirt, with his hands habitually placed in a pointed shape, she entered the prelude to thinking, she shrugged, and opened the door on the second floor: " Congratulations, I wish you a good time.”

Just as Sherlock opened his mouth to say something more, the door was closed.

A few seconds later, the door was opened again.

"Rococo, you came back just when I needed you..." Sherlock, who was sitting on the sofa, stopped. It wasn't Rococo who came back, but Watson.

"Rococo? Is that the girl who just came downstairs? It seems that she was the one I met yesterday..." Watson glanced back at the stairs.

Sherlock didn't answer, he stepped on the sofa and turned over the sofa, walked to the window step by step without shoes, watched the girl with long blonde hair come out from the door of 221B, turned up her collar and crossed the road , Unscrewed the door of his own house with the key, squatted down and picked up the little Shiba Inu that jumped up...

After the door of room 222 on the opposite side was closed, he drew the curtains, turned his head and looked at Watson: "What did you just say?"

Watson: "..."