[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

One of the unsolved mysteries tonight: How did Sherlock play silently while thinking about problems, and still find the barefoot and silent Rococo appearing behind him?

"It's unscientific, how did you find out?" Rococo expressed dissatisfaction.

[(①The sound of paws "tapping" in the running state → the dog is very excited → the owner is around) (② the sound stopped behind me) ①② → Rococo stopped behind me. ]

"That puppy hasn't had its nails trimmed for at least three weeks." Sherlock put the bow in his right hand behind the body of the violin and held it in his left hand, turning around to look at Rococo.

Don't stop her, she'll take Sam to have his nails trimmed tomorrow.

"Can't sleep?"

Rococo was facing the night light coming in from the window, and Sherlock could clearly see her in the living room where the lights were not turned on.She was barefoot, her long hair was casually tied up with a headband and scattered on her right shoulder, and the gold-plated plastic ball on the headband reflected a glimmering glimmer of light.

"It seems that you are too." Rococo jumped onto the sofa, embracing his knees and nestling on it, "Did the explosion on the opposite side hurt you because of the simple reason?"

"Maybe." Sherlock sat down across from her.

Sam pricked up his ears, rolled his wet eyes and glanced at the two of them, and finally chose to lie down at Rococo's feet, thinking that it would separate the two of them.

"Maybe? It's really not your style to be so uncertain." Rococo fiddled with his hair with one hand, occasionally touching the hair rope a few times intentionally or unconsciously.

"Then what do you think of my style?" Sherlock looked at her meaningfully.

Rococo picked up the little Shiba Inu at her feet from the ground, put it on her lap, and scratched its neck. Her quiet voice sounded in the living room at night: "I am full of unimaginable obsession with all unknowns, never Leaving out even the tiniest detail, and never jumping to conclusions, using 'yep' and 'nopo' the most, hearing 'maybe' from your mouth is a bit uncomfortable, you are never casual in cases. Rococo paused for a few seconds, imitating Sherlock in reasoning, and slowly narrated the conclusion, "So you weren't thinking about explosions just now, but were thinking about something else. You didn't want me to know that you were thinking about it." The question is so perfunctory for me. Am I right, Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

Successfully pretending to be coercive, Rococo quietly gave himself a thumbs up.

Sam let out a comfortable "woo" on his lap.

Sherlock didn't answer right away, he moved his chin slightly, and Rococo could not see his expression clearly at the moment.

"Then what do you think I'm thinking?" Sherlock didn't care too much about being punctured, and continued to ask after only a short while.

Rococo looked down at Sam, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tone seemed to be teasing: "The one who always disappears is thinking of me, right?"

"Correct."

A "yes" from Sherlock himself, like a spell, made Rococo stop what he was doing.

Rococo knows that he is playing off again, this is different from what he imagined QAQ

She raised her head, although she couldn't see the expression, but there was a big red tick in Sherlock's bubble, which frightened her a little to be honest.

It was Sam's warm lick from the fingertips of his left hand that brought Rococo back to his senses.

She kept as calm as possible: "Are you envious of my luck or are you obsessed with the 'who are you' from last time?"

"Neither." Sherlock got up, left the violin on the sofa chair, and walked into the dark shadows of the living room. "Have you considered what to do next? As far as I know, you have no relatives in London."

The surrounding darkness buried Sherlock's bubbles, and Rococo, who wanted to see through everything, was a little disturbed.

"It's possible to rent a house near here." Luo Keke was a little frustrated, "But..."

"However, your financial situation does not allow it." Sherlock continued, and he walked into the kitchen through the living room, "Based on your monthly salary, it is already very difficult to rent an ordinary single-floor apartment nearby. .”

"Don't tell me that you even investigated my income." Rococo turned around, and she saw the refrigerator light turn on and then go out quickly.

"Sorry." Sherlock apologized, sounding insincere, "but it's as simple as browsing the news."

"You want to tell me that as soon as you turn on the computer, my information and monthly income will pop up from the pop-up window in the lower right corner?" Luo Keke deeply felt that he had become a good debater.

"almost."

But Sherlock's compulsion was too high, and she was speechless.

He didn't know when he appeared behind Rococo. When Rococo found out, the little Shiba Inu on his lap suddenly acted cleverly and jumped out of the sofa. Got a little sausage?

"Have you ever thought about..." Sherlock hesitated to speak, and continued after a pause, "stay and continue to be my assistant."

Rococo's hands were empty, she was a little nervous without Sam, and tried to change the subject: "What did you just feed Sam?"

"It was an accident to fire you before, but this time..." Sherlock suddenly found that no matter how difficult the case was, he would not be as speechless as he is now.

"You already have Mr. Watson." Rococo noticed that her heartbeat began to speed up. She knew what he was thinking before, and she naturally knew what he might say, so she persisted, "What did you just feed Sam?"

"Maybe you can change your identity this time." Sherlock responded in this way.

"What...identity?" Rococo almost forgot how to breathe, but she still didn't forget to add, "What did you feed Sam?"

She was exposed to the light pouring in from the window, and Sherlock watched her every move.

Sherlock put a hand on Rococo's wrist, still calm: "Your heartbeat is accelerating, and your muscles are tense, just like last time. It's no surprise that your adrenaline is acting again." But Everything is just a foreshadowing for the detective's next words - "You know what the identity I want to talk about."

last time?The temperature on her wrist reminded her that Sherlock had done this more than once, and the closest time...Damn it!In the hospital more than half a year ago, she exposed herself.That time when he clasped her wrist, she thought he wanted to explain, but she didn't expect it to be a conspiracy. /Goodbye "No no no no no, I totally, 100%, absolutely, don't know." Rococo shook his head vigorously.

Sherlock stepped in front of her from the side, lowered his body suddenly, and got very close, blocking the light in front of Rococo's eyes.

"There's a small room on the first floor that you can rent there, and Mrs. Hudson will give you a satisfactory price. Or, I don't mind..."

Luo Keke couldn't see anything this time, she could already feel that Sherlock's breath was close at hand, just a little bit more...

She took a deep breath and rolled the exclamation words over and over in her mind.

"Stop!" Rococo had almost pushed the back of his head into the sofa, "Don't you think it's too fast, sir?"

"Too fast? Isn't that what everyone does?" Sherlock withdrew his body, and the light of night returned to Rococo's eyes.

Rococo Black Line: "All? Where did you watch it? Soap opera?"

Sherlock frowned: "In the restaurant, on the street, those boring people are doing this, obviously they don't know that it may spread 270 kinds of bacteria, and last time John and Sarah, and then the pimple-faced one Girl, and later there was a boring teacher, I saw them all doing the same thing. So, what's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong..." Please let Rococo sigh for a while, "The problem is, you didn't even ask me if I wanted to."

"Then are you willing?" Sherlock can be said to be learning and selling. =

豮艸芔茻.

"Besides, I'm sleepy, good night." Rococo flipped out from the sofa, walked to Sam and squatted down, and patted the little Shiba Inu who was motionless.

"I just stuffed something into its food, the dose was so good that Mrs. Hudson couldn't wake it up," Sherlock explained.

Xueba is to use the skills learned in every corner of life, but it is crazy to use it against a small Shiba Inu.

Besides, does Mrs. Hudson know that you are so black =. =?

Without saying a word, Rococo picked up Sam and went back to the room, feeling tired.

-

Early in the morning, Mycroft Holmes wanted to express his condolences to his brother who had been affected yesterday, and brought a troublesome matter.

After he stepped into the room on the second floor, he noticed that the door of Sherlock's bedroom was closed.

"I came today because I need you to investigate something." Mycroft went straight to the point.

"No, I'm busy." Sherlock sat on the sofa without even looking up at his brother.

"Busy? What are you busy with?" His eyes stopped on the bedroom door. "A person who only pays attention to closing the door under the order of the mother closed the bedroom door. It seems that you are busy inside."

Sherlock raised his head abruptly: "Don't open the door!"

"Don't open the door?" Mycroft's hand was already on the handle, and Mycroft put on a winning smile, "It seems that you have some secret that you can't tell, let me guess..."

"No need to guess." Rococo, who was wearing Mrs. Hudson's old nightgown, opened the door and stood at the door of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh——!" Mycroft prolonged the ending sound somewhat unexpectedly, and looked at Rococo from top to bottom, and then the imprints and sheets on the pillow that had been slept on all night.

[The imprints on the pillowcase and sheet are only on one side → Sherlock gives up the bed to Rococo. ]

"Am I still dreaming?" He looked at his younger brother.

"In contrast, lack of sleep and weight gain are more suitable for you." Sherlock watched Rococo enter the bathroom.

After more than ten minutes, Rococo got dressed and came out of the bedroom.

Followed closely behind was Sam, who swore he would never eat anything from the curly-haired star again. QAQ A few minutes later, Watson arrived. It was a crowded morning.