[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

After Watson woke up on the sofa of his fourth, or perhaps fifth, girlfriend, the morning news was reporting a major explosion in central London last night, and the camera panned across shattered glass at 221B Baker Street With the scorched black tile wall, Watson immediately realized that it was near the residence of his co-tenant, the cohabitant who didn't even know the operating system of the solar system, Sherlock Holmes.

He immediately picked up his coat and put it on, and hurried back to Baker Street, and at a glance he saw No. 222 Baker Street, which had been bombed beyond recognition, where the lady named Rococo lived.

"Oh, damn it!" Watson first thought of Sherlock. He had seen with his own eyes how unusual the relationship between him and Rococo was, and he also learned about their previous relationship from Mrs. Hudson.No matter how much Sherlock disregards human life and only focuses on the excitement that the case can bring to him, it is impossible for him to be indifferent to Rococo's life and death.

He crossed the police cordon and rushed into 221B. The first thing Mrs. Hudson said when she saw him was: "You are back, the upstairs may be a bit crowded..."

A bit crowded?

Watson stepped up the stairs and up to the second floor in twos and threes. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the two Holmes brothers sitting facing each other, and Rococo sitting at the table with a small Shiba Inu in his arms.

He first glanced at Sherlock, then at Rococo, and finally at the little Shiba Inu in her arms who was wary of strangers.

"Are you all okay?"

"Don't worry, I can't be better." Luo Keke replied with a smile, "But it doesn't seem to be very applicable to your cohabitants."

The landlord of 222 who had an explosion couldn't be better, but the tenant of 221B who was affected by the shock wave on the opposite side was not. Watson was confused.

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Turn the pointer back a full circle, back to less than ten o'clock last night.

Mrs. Hudson had just finished comforting Sherlock, who was extremely irritable and melancholy due to the lack of recent cases. She just said casually, "Don't worry, there will be an intricate case that will make you excited." The 222 on the opposite side exploded.

Then Mrs. Hudson, who was standing in the middle of the stairs on the second floor and the first floor, was just holding on to the stairs to stand firm in panic, when Sherlock, who suddenly brushed past her and dashed past, almost hit her again.

"Sherlock?" After she called his name in confusion, her first reaction was that the repair of the outer wall would cost a lot of money, and this money could not even be added to Sherlock's rent, and her second reaction suddenly realized Who lives on the opposite side.

"My God! My God!" Mrs. Hudson, who was aware of it, ran down the stairs holding the handle of the stairs, and when she walked quickly to the door, Sherlock, who was still in pajamas, was already standing across the road.

A big hole was blown out of half of the wall of 222, the high window frame was fragmented, and ferocious flames eroded every corner.

"Oh my God, Sherlock, my poor Rococo, isn't she..." Mrs. Hudson, who saw Sherlock's expression clearly in the light of the burning fire, closed her mouth. Sherlock, at this moment, stared at the burning 222 Baker Street with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Sherlock held the phone in his right hand, and after briefly describing the location of the fire, he let go of his right hand before the operator on the opposite side finished asking follow-up questions, and the poor cell phone fell vertically to the ground.He ran back to 221B, and when he came out ten seconds later, he was wrapped in a wet towel and crossed the road.

Mrs. Hudson immediately grabbed one of Sherlock's cuffs: "Sherlock, this is a big fire,"

"I know it's a fire." Sherlock didn't look back.

"Oh...why are you rushing into it if you know it's a fire?" Mrs. Hudson knew who Sherlock was worried about, so she pulled even tighter.

"It was because I knew it was a big fire that I rushed in." Sherlock pulled his sleeves out of Mrs. Hudson's hand violently, and turned back to glare at poor Mrs. Hudson with some uncontrollable emotions.

The frightened Mrs. Hudson put her hands back on her chest, and took a few small steps back.

Wrapped in a wet towel, Sherlock tried to enter the fire through the front door, but the raging flames forced him out of the fire, and he persisted, trying to rush in again.After several failed attempts, he looked up at the half-missing window frame on the second floor, and then searched for the nearest water pipe.

His brain, which usually claims to be smart, is in a mess at the moment, and all his attention is focused on how to rescue Rococo, who knows that the fire is in danger.

He threw away the cumbersome wet towel, jumped onto the water pipe next door, and climbed up the pipe.

"My God, Sherlock... just look..." Mrs. Hudson's soprano voice came from below.

"I'm very busy now!" Sherlock continued to climb along the water pipe, and finally endured the high temperature and climbed to the level with the balcony on the second floor of 222.

"But Sherlock..." Mrs. Hudson hesitated with a worried tone.

"Sherlock, come down quickly!!" A louder female voice overshadowed Mrs. Hudson's soprano.

Sherlock stopped his hand trying to reach the balcony on the second floor, and looked down at the road illuminated by the fire with some dullness.Rococo, wearing a trench coat, stood beside Mrs. Hudson, looking directly at him, and tied a Shiba Inu squatting at her feet along the dog leash extended from her hand.

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At nine o'clock in the evening, Sam has walked around Rococo dozens of times with the dog leash in his mouth and the bubble with the fire hydrant pattern on it.

Urinary urgency in the middle of the night?Rococo thought of the big bowl of milk that would be expired tomorrow that Sam had scooped up with his tongue before, and secretly regretted what he had found out.

She put on a windbreaker, put Sam on a leash, left a light in the bedroom, and led Sam out of the room.

Half an hour later, Sam was finally wild enough, and the pattern in the small bubble on his head changed from a fire hydrant and a grove to its small nest.

Suddenly there was a roaring explosion not far away.

Rococo's first reaction was: When did the people of the corrupt country start setting off firecrackers?

Then the firelight in the sky told Rococo that she was thinking too harmlessly.

The key is that direction... what'sup?Baker Street? !

She immediately dragged the little Shiba Inu, who was already a dog, but was so tired that he wanted to stick out his tongue, and ran back.

Back on Baker Street, many residents on both sides stretched their necks out of the windows to look around, Rococo also looked in the direction of the fire.

That geographical location is a bit familiar...very familiar...("▔▔▔)

She saw the source of the explosion and flames—the property in her name.

Don't say anything, Rococo just wants to squat quietly in the corner for a while QAQ "Wow!" Sam cried, and Rococo in the distance immediately saw Mrs. Hudson standing in front of the house. In addition to a piece of flame, there is also a group of erected quilt-like objects in the air bubble.

Confused, Rococo followed Mrs. Hudson's line of sight and found a man wrapped in a towel at the door of her house, trying to rush into the house. His bubbles were faintly covered by the flames, but the familiar The volume of... Sherlock? !

His bubbles were erratic in the firelight, Rococo stared intently for a few seconds, and she saw herself in the bubbles.

Apparently, Sherlock took it for granted that she was still inside

She could hear the huge roar clearly. If she was in the house at that time, the possibility of surviving was almost zero. Sherlock shouldn't have such a meaningless move...

Rococo continued to drag Sam, who was already lying on the ground, and she had to tell the stupid detective that she was still alive and walking (pulling) the dog.

她跑近自己的住所前时，夏洛克已经开始爬房屋边的那根水管，他的气泡里，能看到这样的文字：[（洛可可遛狗时间：7:35a.m.——8：10a.m.；5:30p.m.——6:05p.m.）（今日不值班）（爆炸前室内的灯光亮着）→洛可可在房间内可能性99%）]

But the can of milk that was about to expire made her avoid the 99%.

"Mr. Holmes!" she called, but only Mrs. Hudson seemed to hear her.

When she turned her head to see Rococo, her expression changed from worry and surprise to one of surprise.

"My God! Sherlock... just look at it..." Mrs. Hudson's soprano voice, which has been practiced all the year round, is really not covered.

"I'm very busy now!" He didn't even look down at the ground, the previous ball of words had been messed up and turned into N kinds of plans to enter the house.

Sherlock was worried about her, very, very worried, she could tell.

Mrs. Hudson took one more look at Rococo, her eyes now focused on the man who was struggling to climb the water pipe with all his might.

"But Sherlock..."

"Sherlock! Come down quickly!" Luo Keke felt that this voice had the style of singing Peking Opera.

Sherlock is obviously a little bit disbelieving to hear her voice, because that 99% chance indicates that she is in the fire.He froze for a moment, then looked down from a height, and then met Rococo's black pupils reflecting the firelight.

Seconds later, Sherlock slid down the hose and clapped his hands.

"Sir, I say you..." Rococo had just started, and was hugged into an embrace. Sherlock's hands were a bit heavy, and the hug made Rococo a little breathless. He seemed to want to rub her into the body, with a smoky smell, but Rococo did not push him away.

After just a few seconds, short, fleeting seconds, Sherlock let go of him.

[Dog leash + panting dog → went for a walk. ]

"You actually went for a walk with the dog?" As if the hug in front of him was a phantom, Sherlock turned his eyes away, and glanced at Sam, who was completely exhausted and could not be a dog intentionally or unintentionally.

"I can barely understand this as you saying 'Great, you're still alive'." Luo Keke turned away awkwardly, but she didn't mind his lack of joy at all. After all, she had long been used to such a willful Sherlock.

Then both of them were dumb for a while, and Rococo swept him from top to bottom. He was wearing the dark blue pajamas that had been burned with several holes, and his face was also smoked or rubbed a few times. "So what were you doing just now?" Rococo asked knowingly.

And Mrs. Hudson retreated to the house across the road a few seconds before Sherlock walked up to Rococo.

The gate of Sherlock's thinking palace was opened, and he began to look for "[-] excuses for climbing the water pipes of the burning building in the middle of the night".

"I don't think the explosion was an accident, so I want to investigate it while it's hot." He spoke quickly and seriously made up an excuse.

"..." = mouth =

Rococo let go of the dog leash held by his right hand, slowly lifted it up, put it on a small black stain on Sherlock's face, and rubbed it gently with his fingertips.Sherlock didn't avoid it, letting Rococo wipe it for him.

It's a pity that the black stain was only blurred, and the more it was wiped, the bigger it got.

Then Rococo loses patience, which is not the same as shown on TV =. =

She was expressionless on the surface, but she fainted all the black stains that could be wiped away on Sherlock's face with her hands. Then, with the light from the burning house, Rococo wiped out a Sherlock African. Hot water pipe Sherlock Holmes.

After wiping it once, Rococo rubbed his hands that were also stained gray-black, and Sherlock immediately touched his face with his hands, and then looked at his palms to realize what happened.After the two looked at each other, they couldn't help laughing.

A house in central London was burned, and the owner of the house stood on the road in front of the house laughing and crying.

People who don't understand think this way: You city people know how to play...