[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

"Mr. Holmes, please look me in the eyes, and tell me that your agreement does not have any illegal or infringing details of my interests. I will only benefit from it instead of accepting unilateral unequal treaties." Rococo's words were cautious, and she Flipping through the peace treaty as thick as half of the glossary manual in my hand, I was stunned to surrender under the attack of dense treaties.

But her ability to see through everything is the best weapon, right?

[certainly. ]

"of course."

Words match thoughts, no lies.

Rococo signed his surname in a swish, and then wrote the bank card number at the bottom.

"If you are sincere enough, please advance my first salary within three days."

[Only last name? ]

"Miss Rococo, is this the first time you have signed a contract?" Holmes took the contract, his eyes resting on the word Rococo that flew up.

Is he despising her stupidity for not signing her full name?

"My full name is Rococo, Mr. Holmes. I thought you had checked everything before hiring me." She was also taken aback when she found out her citizen ID card before. She didn't expect a middle name, but at least one could Take the last name or something.

Sherlock's profile appeared again in Sherlock's bubble, with (name unknown) being poked with a cross, and then corrected to [full name-Rococo].

=. =

He ignored the Rococo metaphor in disguise, sat back on the sofa and turned on his computer.

"She's hiding something." Sherlock typed on the keyboard without looking up.

Rococo poured himself a glass of warm water and took a sip.

"Are you talking about some traces on Helen's arm that Helen intentionally concealed?" She asked calmly, as if she had observed all these _(:з」∠)_

Sherlock looked up at Rococo at this moment.

Don’t say anything, but Luo Keke saw that this mighty famous detective praised her a little more in his mind, but it still only accounted for a corner of his huge knowledge library ←_←” To be precise, it is the scar, she is likely to be abused by her stepfather, and she is probably protecting her stepfather." He paused and asked, "Are all you women so stupid?"

Rococo was not blocked by this, she leaned on the coffee table, and responded in a natural tone: "Parts cannot represent the whole, sir. Mr. Mi Xiu in room 119 is born stupid, does it mean that people in this street are all stupid? including you?"

Just as Rococo wanted to give a thumbs up to his wonderful rebuttal, when he looked up, he saw Sherlock was already thinking about something else while facing the computer screen.

[The will of the late wife (Stoner)-(investment calculation result-property has shrunk by 30%-reason: the proportion of industry has dropped) (girls can get 250 million pounds per person when they get married-motive for murder)]

It seems that this wise Mr. Holmes is not far from solving the case while sitting on his sofa.

Sherlock closed the computer, got up and put on his black woolen coat: "What else do you think about this?"

Rococo put down the empty tea cup in his hand: "It is speculated that it is an old routine. The stepfather tried to kill the two sisters in order to obtain the inheritance left by the mother of the two sisters."

Sherlock seemed to be quite satisfied with this view: "I take back what I said before, not all women are stupid."

Should she be happy to receive verbal praise from the great detective =. =?No, this is actually all from your own thoughts, big detective _(:з」∠)_

"Come on, we should go."

"Where?"

After Rococo asked, she regretted it.

[To find out: ① How Helen's sister died; ② What is the speckled tape; ③ The whistles and crashes in the middle of the night]

"Correction, not all women are ridiculously stupid." Sherlock looked back at her at the stairs, and added, "And, the elderly Mrs. Essen lived in Room 119 instead of Mr. Millie. "

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

That's a metaphor, a metaphor, and if it's not Mili or Mishu, what is your huge memory used for?

Rococo rolled his eyes to the sky and caught up with Sherlock.

Sherlock's step was too big, and she had to follow twice as fast.

"I've booked a train ticket to Leatherhead online." He held out his hand to hail a taxi. "Go to the train station."

Along the way, Sherlock bowed his head in thought.Luo Keke could only silently watch the rapidly changing garbled characters and various speculations that she could not understand in the large group of bubbles.

"I think my guess is right. Miss Helen's father has a strong desire to control." He spoke suddenly on the train.

Is it possible to guess a person's character without seeing anyone? Is this really what a detective can do?

"Why do you see that?" Rococo looked at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window. It was the first time she had left London after traveling here.

At this moment, Sherlock was facing a BlackBerry mobile phone of the same model as Rococo, and his fingers were rapidly moving left and right on the full keyboard.

"I once thought your insight was as good as flower cultivation."

Rococo turned to look at him.

[When I just left the door, a man passed by the door. His right fingertips were rough and his palm was smooth. He was holding a small prop like a scalpel all year round. He was not a local. He purposely got off the car nearby. Dr. Roylott followed Helen. suspicion. ]

"You mean the girl whose stepfather has been stalking her?" she said quickly, with a glance.

Holmes put down the phone: "It seems a little bit better than expected."

Really, thank you oyz

Rococo's cell phone vibrated, and she took out her own Blackberry, which was only different from Sherlock's in color.

She received a deposit reminder from the bank, and someone transferred a considerable amount of money to her account.

Rococo looked at Sherlock.

"The salary you want in advance." The detective was expressionless.

Well, then she will work hard _(:з」∠)_

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Rococo can assure you that this Mr. Holmes is rich, or at least not short of money.Otherwise, why would you call a taxi without worrying about going anywhere?

"It should be that house."

After driving for a while, Sherlock pointed to a mansion in the countryside with a sense of vicissitudes of history, surrounded by a large garden.

Rococo originally wanted to confuse Sherlock's familiarity, but he stopped in time after seeing [The west side of the house is being renovated-consistent with Ms. Stoner's description] in the bubble. You must read more before asking questions Take a few glances, so as not to be praised again as "comparable with flower gardening techniques" o(￣ヘ￣o#)

Helen greeted them immediately after seeing the two at the door of the house. She told Sherlock that her stepfather had gone to the city early this morning to deal with some work matters, and would not be back in a while.

I really want to investigate how to investigate and the rhythm of the investigation.

The house looks very old, part of the exterior wall paint is peeling off, and there are green plaques on the sunless places where creepers are wrapped around the corners.Scaffolding was erected on the west side of the house, but no construction workers were seen.

After Sherlock walked around the house, he didn't say a word, and he could only judge from the bubbles on his head that his brain was busy again: [The house is old; The next room; suspicious point: it must be her sister's room, why? ]

He finally stopped in front of the three windows facing the garden: "Ms. Stoner, please go inside and close the windows."

Helen did as she did, walked into the room, closed the window and locked the window buckle.

Sherlock took out a rectangular piece of transparent glass from his pocket. With a light push of his thumb, the front part slid out. It was a miniature magnifying glass.

With one eye through the magnifying glass, he carefully examined the cracks and corners of the tightly closed window over and over again.

[How to enter a room with locked doors and windows] He raised this question in his mind, and finally merged into a big question mark: [? ]

The wise Mr. Holmes is also troubled, why does she feel a little gloating_(:з」∠)_

Sherlock walked along the wall at this time, brushed the rococo in soy sauce, picked up a decorative brick from the west wall, and walked straight towards her.

God, Mr. Holmes, what are you doing!Rococo promises that she will never laugh at you or make soy sauce from the bottom of her heart when she goes to work, please don't hit her with a brick oyz "Mr. Holmes, you want to..." Rococo stared at the board in his hand brick.

[Purpose: To enter a room with locked windows.Conditions: No damage to the glass; the only sound is the "bang" sound from heavy objects.Likelihood: Unknown. ]

Sherlock compared the movement of a brick to a glass: "Rococo, what would you do if you wanted to enter this locked room?"

Anyway, I won’t learn how to break it with bricks ←_←

"Install a device inside? Then the window will open automatically when you press the remote control; or pull a transparent thread or something while the window is still open, and the window will be unlocked when you pull the window outside." Those secret room murder cases are all This is how it was shot.

"Good idea." Sherlock seemed to praise, but the second half of the sentence told Rococo that it was obviously not, "Jokes help thinking."

Sherlock then threw the moving brick and entered the house.He skipped Helen's room and went straight to the bedroom of her poor dead sister.

The interior of the room is very simple, with a wardrobe, a dressing table and a bed covered with white sheets. The only bright color is the square dark beige carpet on the floor.

"What is this rope for?" Sherlock found a hemp-colored thick rope tied to the air outlet of the air conditioner facing the bed.

"The central air conditioner was installed there a few years ago. My sister tried to untie it, but the other end of the rope seems to be tied inside..." Helen added by the way, "The location of the air conditioner outlet is too embarrassing, so my sister hardly uses it. How did you turn on the air conditioner?"

After Sherlock pulled the rope, he checked one by one along the room. At this time, Rococo's eyes fell on Helen.The blurred fragment in the air bubble above the poor woman's head shows her anxiety and restlessness.

"Don't worry Helen, he is Sherlock Holmes."

In her mind, this name is synonymous with "no matter what the case is, you will be naked under his woolen coat".

Hearing his name being mentioned, Sherlock, who was lying on the bottom of the bed, had an air of "no clue can escape my eyes" even in his posture, he just glanced back at Rococo, and continued through his mini magnifying glass again. Research.

He didn't tell her to "shut up". Is this how assistants are treated?

"Rococo, please let Ms. Stoner go out, she is about to affect me." Sherlock, the guest, issued the "Exit Master Order" =. =

Poor Helen was a little at a loss, and muttered in a low voice: "But I didn't speak or make a sound..."

"Well, I suppose Mr. Holmes meant to say that your thoughts disturbed him."

Rococo watched the growing air bubbles above Sherlock's head about to hit the air bubbles of the poor lady who was in anxiety, and shrugged helplessly to explain.

I'm sorry that the boss who paid her salary is so capricious.

"In this case, then I also..." Go out and stand.

"You stay here."

Before Luo Keke finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by this wayward gentleman.Can you stop being so capricious?

"Come on, let's go to the doctor's room." A few minutes later, Sherlock walked out of the room.

At this time, Rococo is wondering if he should make a note or something in order to be worthy of the salary_(:з」∠)_

In the doctor's room, there is only a safe and a small saucer of milk.

"What do you think this is for?" Sherlock picked up the plate of milk and sniffed it against his nose.

At this time, Sherlock hadn't had an accurate answer, so Rococo could only guess by himself: "Didn't Helen say that they have two large dogs in their yard? By the way, why didn't I see it just now?"

"It's obvious where the large dogs are locked up. Since Helen is afraid of them, the doctor will naturally not let them into the room." Sherlock denied this view.

[Milk - some kind of animal? -It's smaller than a mouse and can enter a nearly airtight room -Scares a lady]

Sherlock stood at the same place, and there was another huge small theater in the brain in the bubble above his head: a lady was lying on the bed in the same room as before, and the rain was pouring outside the window, she suddenly screamed, something frightened her, this Something might drink milk and look like a speckled band...

As Sherlock's thinking and imagination became clearer, Rococo also felt that the answer to the mystery was close at hand.

Sherlock's eyes suddenly stopped on something:

[A dog-beating whip with a knotted top? ]

Why did the style of painting change so quickly, the video was still playing in the bubble just a second ago QAQ "Let's go, Rococo." Sherlock called her and walked out.

Detective, your brain is running too fast, she hasn't seen what's going on yet? Please replay.

"Mr. Holmes, is there any result?" Helen saw Holmes walking out of the doctor's room with a face of "I know everything but I just won't tell you" and immediately greeted her.

"To be 100% sure, I need you to do what I say."

"I will." Helen promised.

So, this Mr. Detective, who still had a face of "I know everything, but I don't want to kill you", said something that almost made her angry: "First of all, you have to let me and my assistant spend the night in your room. "

What the fxck?