[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Someone is so shameless as to kidnap a dog. Only a person who has been raped by a dog can do this, right?

Rococo is a bit regretful, he should have retweeted the koi yesterday.Maybe today will not be so unlucky.

She carefully tore open the envelope along the edge, and inside was a postcard with a Shiba Inu printed on the front.The postcard was sent to a stranger Rococo didn't know, with the address marked on it, and a sentence in addition: If you don't arrive at the address on the letter within half an hour after seeing this sentence, you will never see you again The little Shiba Inu.

Kidnapped a dog just to get Rococo to "help" send a postcard?Anyway, if she doesn't believe it, she won't do it!

Whether it was a prank or something else, Rococo's first reaction was to go to 221B to ask Sherlock the Hound Holmes for help, he is an expert in this field.She just took a step when the phone in her pocket vibrated.

unknown number.

The Rococo connection is attached to the ear, and the voice on the other side seems to be processed, and the age cannot be discerned.

"I guess you want to find Sherlock now? As long as you take one step towards 221B, the body of that Shiba Inu will be sent to the gate of 221B on time tomorrow morning. Don't worry, I will guarantee the freshness of the meat." Speak at an even pace with any emotion, and be professional on the phone.

Rococo frowned, threatening her with a dog was simply low.

"Then you upgraded from holding a dog hostage to a hostage?" Rococo said so, but hesitated in his heart.

"You don't have to come, this is my game, and you are not the protagonist." The person on the other end of the phone paused for a few seconds, as if to give Rococo room to think, "Five seconds, five seconds over If you don’t speak in the end, it will be regarded as your rejection, you can go to anyone, but I will guarantee the freshness of the meat.”

"beep--"

The first timer sounded, it was the Greenwich time chime that Rococo had heard on the pink mobile phone named for Sherlock today.This is most likely the same person who blew up her house.

"beep--"

Rococo seemed to be able to imagine the scene of the little Shiba Inu being disembowelled, cut into pieces and stuffed into the refrigerator.

"beep--"

"Wait a minute!" Rococo yelled at the other end of the phone, and the time chime stopped at the same time.

"You won, tell me, are you injured or not in the rules of the game?" Rococo searched the bubbles of every passerby around, and she was making sure if she was being watched.

In the information network of the two Sherlock Holmes, is there still someone who can penetrate into every corner?Kind of scary.

The other party seemed to take this as a joke by default, and said to himself: "Welcome to join, Ms. Rococo, any information leakage or seeking help may lead to undesirable consequences. You still have 25 minutes, good luck."

How much Rococo wants to open Weibo and forward a koi now, this is better than being blessed by the murderous bomber.

-

Sherlock, who was in the basement of 221B, found the place in the photo, where someone left a pair of sneakers.Meanwhile, he gets a call, and a woman strapped with bombs reads text on a pager, and "the guy" gives Sherlock 12 hours to solve the mystery.

The prelude starts.

"John, call Rococo." Sherlock put the shoe in a sealed bag.

After 1 minute, Watson came back.

"Miss Rococo is not in 221B, nor is she outside the door. I have searched."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, a little resentful that Rococo chose to go find a dog instead of staying with him and experiencing what might be the most exciting feast of the year with him.After thinking twice, he still left a text message for Rococo.

—Come and find me at St. Bartholomew's Hospital. SH

-

Hospital?This is not an auspicious word for Rococo at the moment.

—I must find the dog before I find you. coco

Rococo found the place on the postcard, an old apartment building.It is indeed not a wise move for her to take risks for Sam alone, but she can't find a better compromise for the time being.

She knocked on the door and waited for about a minute before someone opened the door. It was an old woman with wrinkled face.

Someone told me to bring a postcard.Rococo held up the postcard in his hand in front of him.

[postcard? ]

The old lady's reaction was a little slow, and the words in the bubbles appeared slowly.

"It's...impossible for me to receive a postcard." Age made her utter a little stumble, "I have eye disease... I can't see clearly."

"Then is there anyone else in your family, or a dog?" Rococo checked the address and there was nothing wrong.She poked her head, and there were only shoes suitable for the old man on the shoe rack.

"You can come in and take a look. I... live alone, and there will be community volunteers to deliver meals to me every day." The old woman opened the door directly, and moved towards the room step by step with the furniture, "But... today I still have food. not coming."

The furnishings in the room are simple, just like the style of a simple old man.

Rococo followed behind the old woman. She didn't seem to care about a strange woman appearing at home. She probably thought that an old man with a simple life and a disease might not even look down on criminals.

There was another knock on the door.

"Probably... it's a volunteer who came to deliver food, just wait a moment." The old woman slowly moved out again while supporting the tables and chairs along the road.

During the period, Rococo learned from Sherlock in the case, looking around the room, trying not to miss any details.However, it's useless as an egg, and a dead thing without air bubbles doesn't look famous at all with her abilities.If it had been Sherlock, he would have been able to put on a show with a deadpan face and tell her he saw the "six." _(:з」∠)_

It's been too long, the old lady has been gone for a long time.

Luo Keke heard the footsteps that did not belong to the old man, and it turned out that this place was not just for teasing her.

Her instinct was to get under the bed, and she would rather say hello to the pile of dust than the bomber who might blow up her house.

However, this greeting is a bit choking.

She first heard the disturbed bark of a dog, her little Shiba Inu is here.It kept barking, obviously not wanting to cooperate with the person holding it.

Then someone said something that made Rococo confuse: "Go to your master."

The dog came free, paws scraping the floor, getting closer.

The furry head poking in from the outside licked the saliva all over her face.

Luo Keke was almost dragged out of the bed, wiped the dust all over the floor, and was directly knocked out.

Shit—damn it, she was sold by her own dog.

-

In the laboratory of St. Bartholomew's Hospital, Sherlock glanced at Rococo's reply and stuffed it back into his pocket.There were more clues to be gained from these shoes than he had imagined.

It belonged to a boy who was mistaken for an accidental death, a champion swimmer who drowned in a pool, but was not, he was murdered.

Watson is different from Sherlock who is obsessed with puzzles. He cares more about how to rescue the victims who were put in danger by the bomber.

In the evening Watson could bear it no longer, and asked Sherlock if he could be of any help.The reply I got was "Ask Rococo where did she go?"

Watson is also tired, being abused all the time.

Before the mystery of the shoes was revealed, he received a text message.

—How did Mr. Holmes decipher it? coco

This should be a text message from Rococo, but Watson didn't know why he sent it to him.

——I think the answer to the mystery is about to be revealed, Sherlock asked you where you are now.

Watson waited for a few minutes after replying to the text message, but there was no reply.

The mystery was solved, and the boy died from the botulism poisoning, which took effect while he was swimming.After Sherlock entered the answer into his URL, he received a "congratulations" call.

It was already midnight when the hostages were rescued.Without a second puzzle to follow, the Bomber seems to have deliberately left one night for intermission.

Sherlock, who was free, sent another text message to Rococo.

— Rococo, hurry back. SH

—Need my help? coco

The reply came sooner than expected, but Sherlock was not in a hurry to reply.He stared at this sentence for a few seconds, then flipped the phone twice in his hand and dialed Rococo's number.

The opposite party directly hung up the phone and replied a text message.

--I'm very busy now. coco

"What's wrong?" Watson saw his roommate's complexion was a little heavy.

"Do you remember what Rococo did at noon today?" Sherlock turned over the sofa and turned on the computer.

"Didn't she go to find her dog? Why hasn't she come back now?" Watson also felt a little strange. By the way, she even sent me a text message.

read it to me.Sherlock tapped on the keyboard without looking up.

"'How is Mr. Holmes cracking it?' is a very normal sentence no..."

Sherlock interrupted him: "Someone is imitating her usual word order, but it is not enough. She prefers to add some meaningless and cumbersome adjectives or conjunctions, and than asking me 'Need my help?', she I prefer to say no directly."

Watson: "..."

Sherlock pressed Enter, and the satellite began to locate Rococo's cell phone, but the signal was disconnected in the next second.

"Damn, it was thought of."

Sherlock frowned, his opponent seemed to be adding some new elements to the game.

-

Luo Keke was woken up by the armrest of the wooden chair, judging from his satiety, at least one night had passed.

She was facing the window, her hands were crossed and tied to the back of the chair behind her, a headset was plugged into one ear, and the other end was connected to a mobile phone pinned to her waist.

There were fluffy objects sticking to the legs and ankles, and when Rococo lowered his head, he suddenly felt a burst of "Oh, I'm going".

Sam was kept by her side on a leash, and his range of movement was limited to a small area around her.Bombs were strapped all over its body, and a pager was on top of its head.In addition, a little red dot from the window fell on the bomb bag.

The key point is that this guy is still sticking out his tongue and rubbing against her ankle without realizing it.

In its bubbles, Rococo images are surrounded by hearts.

"I miss you Sam too, I would miss you more if you brought me less." Rococo sighed.

How much she regrets not posting Koi QAQ before departure

Rococo is aware of her situation, and the person who blew up her house is now targeting her.She bet fifty cents, which must have something to do with Sherlock.

The pager above Sam's head vibrated, and it flicked a few times to no avail.

"Sam, come up."

Rococo stood on tiptoe, motioning for Sam to lie down.

Once Sam was on her lap, his claws on her knees, she got closer to the pile of bombs.

A line of words on the pager was a bit eye-catching: [After the call is connected, read along, I'm afraid I can't guarantee the freshness of your meat if you say something wrong. 】After this typesetting, Rococo's mobile phone on his waist began to dial automatically.

Let's describe it this way: Rococo was so scared that he almost lost his melon seeds.