[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Sherlock stood at the door of 221B, looking around, any tiny thing was a possible clue in his eyes.

"Rococo stayed here for at least 10 minutes at the time. She didn't stay in one place for a long time. That person probably used other communication tools. John, if you are Rococo, you can't be coerced by an unknown person here. If you act rashly, what will you do?"

"Me?" Watson said after bowing his head for a few seconds, "but Sherlock, you know Rococo better than I do."

Sherlock remained silent. He is indeed the one here who knows Rococo best, background, date of birth, monthly salary, observed preferences... So what will she do?

He continued to look around, and the edge of the nearest flower bed on the side of the street had been slightly turned by someone, which seemed to have been rubbed inadvertently.There is also a footprint, which seems to be deliberately leaving some clues. Sherlock recognizes this footprint. Its size and pattern are the same as those on Rococo's feet.

"Keys and...coins?" Watson was a little puzzled by what Sherlock dug out from the shallow layer of soil, "What does this mean?"

Sherlock didn't answer his roommate, he crossed the street, found the nearest homeless man and asked a few words in a low voice.The tramp left immediately.

Watson could only cross the road silently to follow.

"You already understand?" Watson couldn't get the "key" and "coin" together.

"Don't you understand?"

For some reason, Watson felt that once the case involved Rococo, Sherlock's patience would be scarcer than at any other time.

Just as Sherlock was about to speak, the pink phone received a text message.Unlike the previous five-tone Greenwich time chime, this time there are four.

The picture received was of a car parked in an open field.

Then the bell rang, it came from Watson's cell phone.

"Sherlock, I'm looking for you." After listening to it for a while, Watson handed it to Sherlock.

"You guessed that boy, he used to laugh at me all the time, so I made him stop laughing..." The trembling voice of the young man came from the other end of the phone, which was another microphone tied up by the bomber.

"Who are you? Is it you again?" Sherlock looked around to make sure that the opponent hadn't planted eyeliner nearby.

"I admit that you are very smart, but this time is a little different... this time, you have to choose." In addition to the man's voice, there was also a noisy background sound.

"Who are you? What's that voice?" Sherlock asked.

"It's the sound of life, Sherlock, but they will disappear soon." The man on the other end was very frightened, his voice was broken, "This time you have eight hours... I hope you will do something you don't regret. choose."

After the phone was hung up, another call rang, this time it was Sherlock's cell phone.

"Hello?" The only thing Sherlock was confused about was what choice the Bomber wanted him to make.

"Hi, Sherlock."

This voice flooded into Sherlock's mind like a rushing river.After her opening remarks fell, he understood her situation. Rococo would not normally call him "Sherlock", at least not now.

"Rococo? Where are you now?"

Hearing this name, Watson froze for a moment and concentrated his attention.

"I said... this is a choice, Sherlock, you only have eight hours." Rococo was not as scared as the previous hostages, but her breathing was still heavy, "You can try to find me, but when you arrive At that time, the sound of life that you heard before will stop playing."

The old tramp returned, and he brushed Sherlock past him casually, handing him a note.

"How can I find you?" Sherlock spread out the small note, and when he saw the words on it, his dignified expression relaxed a little bit.

"I can't tell you, because I said, it's an option. Of course, my suggestion is the simpler one." Rococo was almost driven crazy by his lines.

"It seems that you have already chosen for me?" Sherlock squeezed the note into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket, "OK, I will find the clue (key) myself."

"What is it this time?" Watson asked after Sherlock hung up the phone.

"The bomber gave me a choice, whether to solve the puzzle on the picture to save hundreds of people in a crowded place, or to save Rococo alone." Although it was an extremely serious topic, Sherlock's tone was more serious than Watson imagined. easy.

Watson was a little surprised, this is a dead card, no matter which one Sherlock chooses, it is not the best one.

"So what is your choice?"

Sherlock's mouth curved into a smile: "Both."

-

After hanging up the phone, Rococo breathed a sigh of relief, Sherlock was more trustworthy than she imagined.

Before she was rescued, she never thought of sitting still.Rococo looked for the sniper in the opposite building through the glass window.The two residential buildings were not far apart, and as she swept through the windows one by one, she soon saw a small section of the gun muzzle exposed by the window, as well as the air bubbles floating above the sniper's head.

Today is not all unlucky, there is no glare of sunshine on a cloudy day, Luo Ke may barely see the bubbles of the sniper clinging to the window.

It is difficult for people to concentrate on the same thing for a long time. Rococo still remembers that four 10-minute lessons can torture her enough, not to mention the sight is close to the scope, and there is only a small Shiba Inu in the field of vision?

If you don’t believe me, you are forced to stare at the glass for an hour to see if you want to break the glass first or the glass wants to be broken by you ←_← She believes that this sniper has been on duty for a long time before she opened her eyes, so She doesn't have to wait too long.

Sam started pacing around Rococo, and every time he walked to the back of Rococo, the dead corner of the sniper's vision, it would bite the rope that bound Rococo.Every three seconds, Rococo raises his hands to tell Sam to come back into the sniper's field of vision.Repeatedly, the rope tied behind him became loose.

Next, Rococo only needs to stare at the bubble of the sniper on the opposite side. Even if he can't see clearly, as long as the image in the bubble changes a lot, it means that the sniper is deserting.

For a sniper, this is a small task, but for a Rococo, it is a matter of life. Who do you think is more patient?

The person sitting here now is Rococo who sees through everything.

The image in the sniper's bubble changed, and the red dot also stopped in one place and stopped shaking.Rococo decided to take a gamble. She jumped up from the seat, squatted down and picked up Sam, rolled to the window, entered the blind spot of the sniper, and then hid behind the wall and pulled the curtains on one side, and then on the other side.

After doing this, Rococo felt the rapid beating and beating of his heart, and almost cried nervously.

But this was not enough. Rococo stared at Sam, who was strapped with bombs in his arms and was still wagging his tongue and tail, waiting for praise. Thinking about the sniper on the opposite floor, he felt deeply that he had been cast in the shadows.

By the way, don't ask her to calculate the area of ​​this shadow.

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It is said that the three most widely spread illusions in life are: the phone vibrates, she likes me, and I can fight back.

The three major illusions of snipers: women are tied up, dogs are tied up, and my opponents are only women and dogs.

So the staff of this "criminal consultant" sat on a chair and monitored a woman through the scope of the sniper rifle with the mentality of holding a sniper rifle and aiming at the spot for a few hours to get paid. and a dog.

What a relaxing and pleasant job, sitting on him for eight hours and then leaving, or firing a shot at immobile prey after receiving an order halfway through.

More than an hour after the woman woke up, he began to lose his mind. This was different from the fixed-point sniping target before. Such prey would never act rashly when they saw the red dot of the sniper rifle on their body.

When he started to think about what to eat after work, the woman suddenly moved. Before he could react at all, she picked up the puppy on the ground and rolled into the blind spot, waiting for the sniper to post it again. The scope, even the curtains were drawn.

Damn, it's a disgrace to his career and if not addressed it will be the laughing stock of the criminal world.

However, he thought this mission was too simple, and he didn't bring other weapons except the sniper rifle, but it was enough for women and corgis.

The confident sniper first waited for a few minutes to confirm that the woman and the dog did not plan to leave the opposite residential building, and then rushed straight to the opposite building with a golf bag equipped with a sniper rifle camouflage.

The door was ajar. He took out the sniper rifle from his bag and pushed it open. On the sofa in the living room was only the old man who was tied up after being knocked unconscious by him.

There was a noisy radio in the bedroom. The sniper approached with light footsteps, and pushed open the closed bedroom door. There was still no one in sight, and he probably fled elsewhere.

He turned off the radio by the bed, pulled out his phone, and prepared to report his shame to the man.

Suddenly something sprang out from under the bed, biting a piece of flesh on his ankle.He let out a cry of pain, the muzzle of the gun pointed down, and his index finger retracted just as soon as it touched the trigger.

It was the dog covered in bombs that bit his ankle.

While hesitating, a heavy pain came from the back of his head, and the sniper rifle was snatched from his hand.

"Tell you to be in a daze, tell you to look down on trainee police officers, tell you to look down on women and dogs." Rococo received a month of basic training before taking up the job, and today it finally came in handy.

And our poor sniper was knocked out by a woman with her own sniper rifle butt, and the rest of his career has lived in the shadow of this time since then, with an unknown area.

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Sherlock opened the door after receiving a phone call from Watson telling him that there was no one in the room except the sniper rack, and there was a man sitting on a chair facing the window, not a Rococo, but a man tied up all over his body. The man with the bomb, his hands tied behind his back with a dog leash, and his eyes blindfolded.

Sherlock saw through his identity at a glance - the sniper who should have been in the opposite building.

His cell phone rang, it was the landline number 221B.At the same time, a group of armed police officers broke into the room.

Sherlock ignored the explosive ordnance disposal experts and police officers who rushed in and got on the phone.

"Rococo?" Sherlock called out the name without thinking.

"Yes, it's me." Rococo's voice came, "I escaped, but my mobile phone was taken away...so I'm calling now. But you have to admit, I'm still a bit powerful."

"I can see it." Sherlock glanced at the sniper who was entangled by the dog leash, "So you left me a clue just to let me see your binding method in the last century?"

Sherlock's words sounded like he was joking. You must know that he even threatened the taxi driver to run through all the red lights. Unexpectedly, after he arrived, Rococo had already returned to Baker Street.

Luo Keke hesitated for a while before saying: "Actually, I'm not 100% sure... I didn't even expect to knock out my opponent by KO in the first round before you arrived."

Sherlock: "..."

"Sherlock, Rococo has escaped? Then should we rush to..." After Watson entered the door, he found Sherlock who was on the phone among the police officers.

"There are still six and a half hours, more than enough." Sherlock interrupted Watson, and continued to ask Rococo, "What's for dinner tonight?"

On the second floor of 221B, Rococo was sitting on Holmes' exclusive sofa chair. After she called Detective Lestrade, she knew what kind of choice Sherlock was facing this round.Since he knew where she was, he should have been put behind, but he chose her first.

Rococo changed what he said last time, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Order, Mr. Holmes."

Watson is very depressed now, hundreds of people are in danger, and the only one who can solve it all is his roommate asking "what's for dinner tonight."

Find the shadow brought by this depression to Watson and the area of ​​the shaded part. _(:з」∠)_