[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

There was no one in the open-air swimming pool at midnight, but unfortunately the two people by the pool did not bring swimsuits.

"Mr. Holmes, are you confident?" Rococo looked around, and she found several bubbles on the edge of the stands above the swimming pool.

The railings hide people, but they cannot hide the bubbles of thought.

It's not fair, there are only two of them, and a group of criminal gangs come across.

"At least I have bargaining chips." Sherlock took out the memory stick from his pocket, "Rococo, do you have a gun?"

"Don't you know that the police need a license to hold a gun? This thing is not sold by the catty in the supermarket." Rococo said so, and took a step closer to Sherlock, counting silently in his heart The number of bubbles visible on the edge of the stand, and inside the bubbles that can be seen clearly are the real-time images of the two of them.

It's a little exciting to be the focus of so many people. _(:з」∠)_

Sherlock frowned in confusion, followed Rococo's line of sight, but saw nothing.

"Moriarty or the sniper?" Sherlock lowered his voice.

"what?"

"What did you see?" Sherlock asked more clearly.

"I guess it's a sniper." Rococo also lowered his voice.

"You guessed it?"

"I'm afraid there is more than one sixth sense for a woman." This is a versatile excuse, but Rococo's tone is a bit heavy, "Are you still confident?"

There was no wind tonight, and the open-air swimming pool was silent. The small lights at the bottom of the pool reflected along the pool water, and accompanied by the wall lights on the edge of the wall, illuminated the swimming pool.

Rococo took another step back, touching Sherlock's back with his back.

"Scared? The door is within five steps, you can leave first."

She heard Sherlock's voice behind her, his voice unwavering.

Rococo took a deep breath and realized that there were a bunch of people above who might be pointing guns at you one step earlier. Not being afraid would be fake, so she hates spoilers. When this happens in general TV dramas, the person concerned may only live for one more time. episode, or two episodes, of course, it doesn't make much difference.

Her voice was very calm: "You have already dragged me into this muddy water. It is you who should be afraid, sir. This 'criminal consultant' is targeting you."

"Criminal consultant?" Rococo was taken aback when Sherlock repeated the word, and then she remembered that this nickname came from the old driver's bubble, and it seemed that she accidentally spoiled it.

"Rococo, you came up with me." Sherlock turned around, looked at her, held the memory stick in his hand, and asked calmly, "Want to try it? Let's pull this one away." The final prologue to the game 'Crime Advisor'."

Rococo looked into Sherlock's eyes. Compared with Sherlock's wayward self-assertion in the past, this time he was more like inviting Rococo, inviting her into his world.The world is full of thorns and dangers, but the detective is obsessed with it.

After a few seconds of silence, she smiled and blinked at him: "As long as this game is not so unfair, I would be more willing."

"Then your satisfaction level may drop by an index."

Sherlock then raised the memory stick and raised the volume towards the top of the swimming pool: "I brought you a small gift, isn't it just for it? You gave me so many problems, just to make me have no time to take care of it." this."

The person who turned in from another door made Rococo hesitate for a while.

Watson, who was wearing an old-fashioned down jacket, walked in with an expression of "I'm such a fucking dog", and faced them head-on.

Rococo still remembers that he said he was going to his girlfriend's house, but now he is in this open-air swimming pool, wearing a winter down jacket, with the bubble of [Shit! I was actually tied with a bomb] on his head.

This is not a little unfair. The criminal consultant's return to the banquet may have gone too far, and her heart couldn't bear it.

"Good evening, both of you." Watson was calmer than expected, no doubt he was a military doctor who had been on the battlefield.

However, Rocco may have seen words from Moriarty in the headset rolling through his bubble, and one after another of dirty words. I am afraid that this is the truest thought in his heart.From being sweet with his girlfriend to suddenly becoming the target of the bomber, Watson's mood must have collapsed.

This was obviously beyond Sherlock's expectation, his miraculous brain did not give him the answer he wanted in the first place.

"I didn't expect that, did you?" Watson took his hands out of his pockets, and opened the coat to the sides a little bit, revealing the bomb chain "package" that was worn on his body like a vest.

Luo Ke saw this "package" before, and it was exactly the same as the one he put on before. It seemed to be mass-produced, and the ones on Watson's body also increased the quantity without increasing the price.

"Sherlock, one escaped, I can always find the other, and this one is easier to deal with than I imagined." Watson repeated the words in Moriarty's headset, and the little red dot of the sniper rifle projected on his bomb "Next, what do you want me to say?"

Rococo, who was still in a daze, was suddenly firmly grasped with one hand, and then pulled to Sherlock's side.He looked around, holding her tightly without looking at her, as if instinct prompted him to do so.

"The swimming pool was chosen well. That boy died here. I can make him stay still, and of course I can make Watson stay still." All Watson could do was repeat the lines he was asked to say, "It shouldn't be It's his, but it's a pity that the girl ran away, and you've protected her too well now."

Watson please forgive her QAQ

Sherlock pulled her closer to Watson: "Who are you?"

"I called you, I thought you would call me." It was a shrill voice, coming from the other side of the pool, as if it was deliberately used to bring back Sherlock's memories.

Sherlock was also sure that he had heard it, and he began to rummage through the trash can in the thinking palace where "useless" information had been stored in recent days.

Then Rococo watched the man in the suit come into his sight.

This is the third time, the third time since she came to this world, she wants to find a corner to squat down quietly.

Enormous, astonishing, the bubble of rococo vision, unlike Sherlock's grand, fully loaded thought palace, or Mycroft's wide, tight political command platform, this man's bubble—if you really want to describe it If it is like a dense monitoring room filled with screens, he is sure of winning, sitting in front of hundreds of screens, and he can control what others should do with just a move of a finger, a button or a phone call, or It is the life and death of each fresh life.

Rococo, who sees through everything, firmly believes that the height of IQ can be obtained through bubbles, but the one in front of him, with the bubbles that geniuses may have, is a "criminal consultant" who has abandoned all conscience and morality. He has already analyzed and checked in his mind It was the model of gun that Sherlock had in his pocket, and this, she had only witnessed last time when Sherlock played against the old driver, was terrible.

"You have an Imperial Browning L9A1 in your pocket, don't you? Or are you so glad to see me?"

The 'criminal consultant' begins with a dirty joke, drunk.

And Sherlock, Rococo stood behind Sherlock, raised his head without any scruples, and he also looked him up from top to bottom at the first time: [(Vivienne Westwood suit, 600 pounds; Spencer Hart 170 pounds...→Fudeliu oil) (no weapons) (no worries → well prepared)]

"Hi, Kim Moriarty." He put his hands in his pockets, as reckless as Sherlock expected.

Also, there is a small team of snipers holding sniper rifles at the only two people at a high place. It is not surprising that Moriarty would put it in his pocket as if he was "unkillable".

Sherlock took Rococo a step closer to the side, then let go of his hand and took out a gun to aim at it.

Even he knew as well as Rococo that it was useless.

Let's get rid of all the boasting Moriarty has about himself, he finally reveals that his purpose is to get Sherlock out of his "path".

A "consultant detective" gets in the way of a "criminal consultant", and life is like a play.

What's more dramatic is that Rococo can clearly see that both people are having fun, especially Moriarty. In his bubble, several screens have scenes with Sherlock's presence.

Sherlock came up with the idea of ​​giving him the memory stick, but was preempted by Rococo: "Your purpose is not the memory stick, right? You just want to kill people."

The "criminal consultant" looked at Rococo who was standing next to Sherlock, and his tone was a little teasing: "Oh - I almost forgot, you also brought a partner. She is indeed more tricky than imagined." , no wonder you chose him... How touching, are you going to live and die together today? It's just a pity, it won't be as hasty as you wish."

Rococo was a bit explosive, but she couldn't find a word to go back, and after holding back for a long time, she only had one sentence: "Hehe."

During this period, Watson wanted to jump on Moriarty from behind, but Sherlock shook his head to stop him.This terrible man has a small team.

"I will not kill you today, I will save this wonderful moment for an appropriate time in the future. If you want to continue to pursue..." Moriarty paused for a few seconds, "I will make your heart hurt like a knife . " In the last sentence, his expression was exaggerated, and he did not forget to poke Rococo in his eyes.

Rococo had already taken half a step back before, first the "criminal consultant"'s bubble, the word "heart like a knife" was strung together with Rococo, and she saw herself.

As for Sherlock's reaction, he first wanted to say ["According to many reliable people, I have no heart"] and then this sentence was heavily crossed out without saying it, and then Rococo saw himself again.

Should she be happy that she has a big place in Sherlock's heart, or should she lament that she is being targeted by a criminal with a high IQ...

No, she just wanted to say five Chinese characters: Please don't take her with you.

"Okay, it's time for me to go. It was a pleasure chatting with you..." Moriarty said a series of farewell words with rich facial expressions.

After Sherlock, Rocco can be seen as another person with max acting skills.

If you want to ask what the hell is the relationship between facial expressions and acting skills.

Rococo, who sees everything, tells you that he has no intention of leaving at all. This crazy "criminal expert" just wants to see people being played around by him.

So at the moment he turned and opened the door to go out, Rococo took a few steps back.She could see the air bubbles from the sniper squad, and naturally knew where they were.

The place where Watson was standing had the best view of the sniper, and Rococo had to run into the blind spot of the sniper and do something before the "criminal expert" came back.

So after Sherlock peeled off the bomb bag "package" on Watson's body, he turned around and found that Rococo was gone.