[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Where did Rococo go?

When Sherlock was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Rococo disappeared.

This question is definitely no less confusing to him than the "Top Ten Unsolved Mysteries of the World".

"I seem to see her go out through that door over there." This was the answer of Watson, who was facing behind Sherlock.

"John, are you sure she went out alone instead of being attacked and taken away? I'm more inclined to the latter. And people's judgment will drop by eight points when they are in a state of fear." This is Sherlock's speculation.

Watson glanced at the dynamite package that Sherlock had peeled off and slid to the distance. He felt lingering fear, and his legs were weak, and he supported him: "I admit that I am afraid, Sherlock, but I am not blind. I saw her leave alone. In a hurry."

"Nonono! Rococo won't leave without saying a word, there must be other reasons." After saying a series of "no", Sherlock walked to the wall, tapped his forehead with the butt of his gun, and lowered his head in thought.

"Oh... Sherlock." Watson called him in disbelief.

"Don't talk, I'm thinking. Will he give Rococo some hints just now and let her go to see him alone? No, it's impossible."

"Sherlock..." Watson continued calling his name.

"John, I need you Ann..." Sherlock's words were interrupted in the middle. He saw the aiming point of the sniper rifle on Watson's chest, and when he lowered his head again, he saw the same red dots on his body.

This turning point was a bit quick. If Rococo had been present and hadn't seen it from Moriarty's bubble in advance, she would definitely want to squat back to the corner to be quiet again.

Moriarty wrote a good script, small climaxes, big waves, wonderful ups and downs are scary.

Then the door on the other side of the pool was pushed open again.

"I'm very sorry children, I'm a bit fickle, I... oh!" Moriarty, who had rich body language, suddenly changed his tone, "Where's that girl? Where did that girl go? Why are there just you two?"

Sherlock heard it, Rococo's sudden disappearance had nothing to do with Kim Moriarty, it was the only thing now, and the only thing to be thankful for.

"Blind people upstairs, you let so many eyes let a woman go?" Moriarty sounded a little dissatisfied, he rolled his eyes and let out a long breath, "Forget it, it's not necessarily uncertain It’s a bad thing, anyway, it’s fine if you are Sherlock. I won’t let you chase after me anymore, I actually want to convince you, but you already know the answer.”

"Perhaps you already know my answer." Sherlock turned around without fear, and moved his gun down towards Moriarty, aiming at the pile of explosives that had been slid away.

This should have been a tense confrontation, and Watson swallowed several times.

And then...the lights went out.

In an instant, all the lights on the inner wall of the swimming pool, on the top of the surrounding edge, all went out.

It was a gloomy night, and the swimming pool was plunged into darkness.

And the one who has done all this is naturally Rococo who has hidden his achievements and fame. _(:з」∠)_

Sherlock was the first to realize that the door was close at hand. He almost grabbed Watson's clothes and led him outside. The swimming pool was pitch black, but the lights in the corridor were on.

The door of the power substation along the road ahead was suddenly opened, and a man in black showed his head. Just as Sherlock raised his gun, the man lay down on the ground.His face was turned outward, his face was black and bloody under his nose.

Then a foot stretched out from behind the half-open door of the transformer room, kicked the unconscious man to the side and walked out.Rococo clapped her hands, and winked at the two who were rushing towards her.

"Did I do it very well..." Before the last "beautiful" could escape, she was grabbed by Sherlock by one hand and ran out.

After rushing out of the open-air swimming pool and finding a building with a roof along the road, the three of them stopped to take a deep breath.

Sherlock looked behind him, but no one caught up.Then the pink phone in his pocket received a text message.

——Someone spared your life, today is not the time to die, cherish the rest of your life, your luck may not be so good next time. JM "He gave up, someone changed his focus." Sherlock's eyes remained on the road, to prevent being fooled a second time.

Among the three, it was Watson who was panting the most, probably because he had been away from the battlefield for many years.

"Miss Rococo, you did a great job, but... May I ask how you knew he would come back."

Watson's words choked so much that Rococo almost couldn't catch his breath. His saliva choked his throat and he began to cough violently.

She was already tired, but now her face was flushed even more, she held Sherlock's arm with one hand, bent over and coughed until she couldn't stop.

"What happened?" Sherlock looked back, and he held Rococo's arm instead.

"I..." Luo Keke just gave a subject, and then continued to cough.Save her lungs QAQ "It's possible that Miss Rococo just choked." Watson said what she wanted to say for Rococo.

But Sherlock...

"Did that man spray something on you just now?" Sherlock immediately thought of the man who fell out of Rococo from the transformer room first, and he was a little nervous, "I have been to the Middle East, and there are people who like to use A spray of slow poison."

How Rococo wanted to say 'you think too much. 'But the more she tried to rush to speak, the more she coughed, and she could only shake her hands desperately.

"Or he smelled something to you that you don't know, and now the poison is starting to work?" Sherlock continued to give the possibility seriously.

"I'm just...ahem" Do you dare to ask her to explain in a word.

"John, you're a doctor, tell me what to do?" Sherlock's voice sounded a little bewildered.

How to do it?This really stumped Watson.

Not surprisingly, Rococo just choked on saliva, but no one had ever come to him for treatment because of choking on saliva, but now Sherlock asked him what to do.

"Can you try to pat her on the back gently from bottom to top?" Watson held back for a long time, and finally held back a word.

So Luo Keke, who felt that she was about to cough up her stomach, suddenly felt someone patting her back gently, all the way up her back, neither light nor heavy.

Rococo naturally knew who it was, Sherlock was right in front of her, his body covered the light cast by street lamps, and his shadow hit her.

I don't know if it really worked or if I coughed for long enough, the cough finally stopped.

Rococo, who was relieved, spit out a complete sentence: "Mr. Holmes, in the future, can you start with a small problem first, please."

If she doesn't cough to death, she will be scared to death QAQ

As for Watson's previous question, he was successfully fooled by Rococo's special coughing skills.

She noticed that Sherlock was just piling up the same questions in the bubble into the cabinet that once belonged to her.

Why "just"?She's used to it, isn't she?

Rococo just didn't say anything, and once again hid his achievements and fame.

-

A few days later, on a Saturday, Rococo was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, Sam was taking a nap on the floor, Watson went to the supermarket, and Sherlock was sitting on his sofa chair and flipping through the newspaper. .His blue nightgown had already been reimbursed after the fire, and now he has replaced it with a dark red one, still made of real silk.

Rococo began to wonder if adding the word "consultant" before a profession would make him a rich man like adding a buff?

She covered her face with her mobile phone and glanced at it quietly. News headlines flew in Sherlock's bubble, and after a brief pause of a few tenths of a second, they were all labeled as [boring].

"Rococo." When she heard her name, she looked back with guilt, but Sherlock still lowered his head and flipped through the newspaper, "How did you deal with a grown man that night?"

"I learned something during the police training, and I also synthesized some of the skills I had learned."

Needless to say, "What I have learned" is radio gymnastics for physical fitness.

"Will you use weapons such as clubs?"

Sherlock's tone was flat, Rococo couldn't hear his purpose.

"Does it count as rolling out noodles?" She put down her phone and got up to pour herself a glass of water.

"I can teach you." Sherlock's tone was still light. After a short pause, he continued, "A cup of coffee, two pieces of sugar, thank you."

Absolutely waited for her to wake up o(￣ヘ￣o#)

Rococo still poured a cup of coffee according to his request, but replaced the sugar with salt, and placed it on the table next to him.

"No need, as you can see, I dealt with an adult criminal with my bare hands."

"The premise is that that person didn't drink or take drugs that night." Sherlock took a sip of coffee, frowned slightly, and put it back in place.

Rococo said "Huh?" and then looked up at him. In his bubble was the man who was knocked out by her that night to prevent her from turning off the power switch.

A line was drawn on his arm, marked with [a large number of pinholes + a small amount of erythema on the skin - perennial drug use], and [smell of alcohol - drunk].

Sherlock the Hound Holmes could distinguish the smell of alcohol the moment he passed a person, and Rococo admired it a bit.

"You'll always need it, whether it's because of your profession or working with me," he said matter-of-factly.

"Follow you...to handle the case?" Rococo repeated, questioning the unfairness of this sentence.

"You agreed that night." Sherlock's answer made Rococo puzzled.

Rococo looked up again, staring at Sherlock's bubble for a few seconds, and then she realized the seriousness of the problem.

—— "Have you ever thought about staying and continuing to be my assistant... Maybe you can change your identity this time... You know what I want to say."

——"Are you sure?"

— “When have I ever done something I’m not sure about?”

——"Have you achieved your goal?"

--"Reached?"

……

What'up!Everything is connected, this is a conspiracy, a big one, a conspiracy planned by a famous detective!

"That night you obviously asked me to cooperate with you in dismissing Watson." Rococo was so tired, Sherlock used a clever special method to make her his girlfriend without knowing it.

"Did I say that?" Sherlock threw the newspaper aside, "From the time I approached you to the time we set off, I never mentioned to you that I did that to drive Watson away."

Not really, but she had seen it in his bubbles.

"But you winked at me, and I took that as a cue. That's why I said that."

"I just felt itchy eyes."

The lies are full of lies but they really make sense. Rococo seems to really not know how to deal with it QAQ "Are you trying to refuse now?" Sherlock looked at her, there were no other complicated and difficult things in the bubble, only her of the image.

Rococo opened his mouth, closed it again, and then shook his head.

"Then you do agree." He took this shaking of his head as a tacit consent, reached for the handle of the coffee beside him with his finger, realized something and took it back.

Rococo shook his head again.

"You neither refuse nor agree? Rococo, I really don't know what the third judgment is besides 'yes' and 'no'." Sherlock frowned and narrowed his eyes.

Rococo inserted one hand into the hair, pressed a few breaths into his lungs, and then exhaled.

"The problem is, you never asked me directly."

"I thought you knew." Sherlock didn't take it seriously, "So, even though you know what I mean, you still need me to ask you directly?"

"Correct."

Yes, she firmly believed that this detective with a bit of arrogance would not say anything.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Sherlock almost blurted out without any hesitation.

Rococo's face hurts...

What just happened?Did aliens take over the earth or did the sun explode?

"This time, you don't even have 'yes' and 'no'." Sherlock continued to look at Rococo, whose cup was stuck to his mouth and remained motionless.

Three seconds later, Rococo tried hard to swallow a mouthful of water in his throat.

"Don't say anything, sir, please teach me how to use stick weapons."

To be honest, Sherlock is a good teacher.She taught her how to avoid the opponent's attack and then hit the opponent with her own weapon.

The only downside is that he has to hold her hand to do it: her back is pressed against his chest, feeling the warmth from the back; his right hand wraps her right hand so that every movement of her is smooth precise.

According to the identity he said, there is nothing wrong with these actions now.

But Rococo just refused to accept it.

-

After Watson came back from the supermarket, he saw a scene that shocked him.

Rococo was holding his disused cane and pointing in front of her face, while Sherlock had one hand over the back of her hand holding the cane, teaching her stick fighting techniques.

People's boyfriends are teaching their girlfriends to dance, paint and even piano arts, and his roommates are teaching her girlfriends how to use stick weapons to fight.

Watson sat silently on the sofa chair, nestled on the ground was a little Shiba Inu who also looked at them eagerly.

He found a cup of coffee beside him, put it to his mouth and took a sip, and John Watson was hurt even more.