[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Detective Lestrade was a little intoxicated during this period. He looked at Rococo who was leaning on his desk in front of him, looking at him sincerely with a smile on his face, a little helpless: "Rococo, this is your third month I asked for leave during the work period. Do you want to change the 'weekend' into 'three holidays'? I will go to the scene of a case later, and there may be related suspects who will be handed over to you for interrogation. Are you sure it is true now? Do you have to leave your post?"

"Detective, I swear, this time is really very important."

Rococo is also very intoxicating.The first time, Sherlock urged her to go back, telling her that he was going crazy from being bored with no cases; the second time, Sherlock told her that there was a dead body, and when she rushed to St. Bartholomew's Hospital, she found that Sherlock was just An assistant was required to hand her tools during the dissection.The intoxicated Rococo then told the new boyfriend righteously, please don't let her come from work if she doesn't have a third-degree disability.

But this time... Luo Keke glanced down at the phone screen, and there were several latest text message conversations on it: "It's convenient, please come back before one o'clock in the afternoon." - SH (11:35

What's up?If you don't have a big business of more than 100 million, please don't look for me. - Coco (11:36

Dating. - SH (11:36

=0=——Coco (11:40

Rococo was stunned for nearly 3 minutes at that time, to make sure that he was not dazzled and Sherlock did not press the wrong letter.

[This time, like the previous two times, to relieve Sherlock or to help?Or is it time to get back to walk the dog or prepare dinner before the rush hour? ]

"How important is it?" Detective Lestrade looked at the outside of the office against the bubble that he knew he didn't believe what she said, "Is it more important than interrogating one more criminal and saving one more life?"

Sherlock Holmes, the detective who puts the case above everything else, said the word "dating", which is more difficult than seeing a primitive population humming "The Most Famous Race" and doing a square dance. people accept.Isn't this important?

In order to verify one of the most puzzling mysteries in history-Rokoko told herself so-she nodded again in conscience.

-

The door of 221B Baker Street was just opened by Rococo, and she saw Sherlock standing at the door with his hands tied with the dark blue woolen scarf. When she opened the door completely, the knot on the scarf happened to be tied by Sherlock. An almost perfect position, when he saw Rococo, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he hooked one of her arms very smoothly to take her out in reverse.Then Rococo, who hadn't reacted yet, heard the muffled sound of the little Shiba Inu running towards her hitting the door panel of Sherlock's closed door. [Candle]

When he came back to his senses, Rococo was already sitting in a taxi.

Sherlock announced a place name, and Rococo quickly realized that it was located in the suburbs of London.

"The wife of a rich man in the financial world was found dead by a narrow bridge half a mile away from the house." Sherlock said without warning, and in his usual tone of narrating cases, "The bullet went through her brain... "

"You said a date?" Rococo interrupted him quickly, as if she had foreseen something.

"Yep."

"Are you sure you didn't drag me to investigate the case?" Rococo turned to look at him, but unfortunately the narrow space of the taxi can always squeeze out the air bubbles.

"Yep."

Rococo sighed silently: "Sir, shall we go on a date or investigate the case next, may I trouble you to make a choice?"

"Both."

A date at the crime scene?That's not the same as saying yes!Others are candlelight dinners and sweet talk, they are murder scenes and autopsy reports.Rococo was a little tired.

Rococo does not reject the thrills and excitement experienced by Sherlock, but she really cannot imagine talking about a corpse with a hole in its head.

"Mr. Holmes, do you really understand the concept of 'dating'?" Rococo rested his elbow on one hand and his chin on the other, and stared seriously at Sherlock, a man who could confuse dating with detective work.

Sherlock frowned slightly, and there was some emotion in his words: "Are you referring to a man and a woman choosing a boring day, having a meal in a restaurant that can no longer be boring, and sitting there for a while looking at each other blankly?" Three hours, talking about something that can kill people? Oh, come on Rococo, that’s a date for you? Are you sure you’re not wasting your life in a pompous way?”

Luo Keke carefully replayed this passage twice in her mind. In her opinion, it was not only unreasonable, but also a big mistake.

"So, based on what you said, is it true that all non-essential conversations between us, and all actions that have nothing to do with the investigation of the case, are a waste of life?"

Rococo raised his chin and looked directly at Sherlock, explaining in an extremely serious and serious manner, his words made her feel a little bit shocked.

Sherlock seemed to be overwhelmed by Rococo's question. His lake green eyes looked back at her for a few seconds and then he suppressed all his previous emotions. He turned his head and half-closed his eyes to think about Rococo's question.

Luo Keke also turned her head and silently gave herself a compliment in her heart. She actually made Sherlock speechless. From this point of view, she still has the potential of a philosopher and debater. _(:з」∠)_

But she still refused to accept it, just refused to accept it.

-

When he saw Detective Lestrade standing at the door of the mansion from a distance, Rococo lowered his head and caressed his forehead with one hand.

"Sherlock, you're finally here." Detective Lestrade certainly couldn't ignore Rococo beside Sherlock, "Rococo? Don't you have something very important?"

Rococo really hit the muzzle this time, and he didn't know how to explain it at all. If he didn't answer well, he would have to take a photo of his trainee police certificate on Detective Lestrade's desk tomorrow.

"This...is a very important matter...Mr. Holmes asked me and him..."

"Dating."

Sherlock had no trouble saying the word, but Rococo said she wanted to say the word "detective".

The word [dating] bounced around in Detective Lestrade's bubble before returning to the center, and then strung together with the so-called "important thing", the detective took a meaningful look at Rococo .

Now in Detective Lestrade's heart, she has become a bad cop who skipped work because of a date, whining about her job QAQ "tell me the latest situation." He took Rococo's hand and was about to walk in, but Rococo pulled out that hand.Sherlock looked back at her, but Rococo mouthed "Don't waste your life".Sherlock didn't say anything, and after taking a light look at her, he put his hand back in his pocket, followed Detective Lestrade, and came to the living room of the house.

Yes, Rococo is going up against this detective who understands the most normal date as a waste of life today.

This case does not seem to be as complicated as imagined.The wife of financial tycoon Marlo Bates was found dead by a narrow bridge half a mile away from the house. The fatal injury was a gunshot wound through the head, and no murder weapon was found around.When she was found, she was holding a note asking her to meet at the bridge, and the signature and note identification pointed to their family's tutor, Miss Dunbar.More convincing evidence is the pistol of the same caliber that killed Mrs. Bates found in her wardrobe.

"But..." Some cases are never as easy as they seem on the surface, and Detective Lestrade's turning point speaks for itself, "However, the most senior interrogation expert in our bureau told me that Miss Dunbar is innocent."

"The most senior interrogation expert in our bureau? Who?" Luo Keke had never heard of such a number one person.

"You..." Detective Lestrade was a little speechless.

Rococo was immediately flattered. (*/ω＼*)

Luo Keke remembered that this was an interrogation a few days ago before she got off work. For her, English names had many letters and were difficult to remember, so she could rarely remember the names of the few suspects she handled.She hurried back, barely looked at the files, and went straight to the point, but she was not sloppy. After repeatedly confirming the bubbles, she was convinced that the suspect did not commit a crime, and she did not know the method and means of the victim's death.Yes, she said Miss Dunbar was innocent.

"Then the most likely suspect left is Marlo Bates himself, but we couldn't find any relevant clues to prove his guilt or innocence. So I asked Sherlock for help. After he heard that the interrogator was you Promised to help." Detective Lestrade shrugged.

Rococo looked at Sherlock, did he trust her judgment because the interrogator was her?

"I don't think a teacher would be so stupid as to leave a note pointing at him and hide the weapon by his side after killing someone. So I will choose to investigate in person." Sure enough, Sherlock, who has the added attribute of Tsundere, doesn't want to admit that he agreed. This case was taken because of Rococo.

But Rococo has seen that there are two reasons why Sherlock will come: the first, as he said, and the second [Rococo believes that the most likely suspect is innocent, with a 99% accuracy rate. ]

So Sherlock can't fool Rococo just by his calm expression and words.

Although she still had lingering fears about what he said in the taxi, at least she now knew that Sherlock trusted her.

Rococo suddenly felt a little bit of regret, regretting that he had thrown off Sherlock's hand just now.

"Rococo, tell me why you thought that tutor was innocent?"

Sherlock's sudden words startled Rococo.

Only then did she understand the general history of the case, and she relied entirely on her ability to see through everything that day.However, standing here is Rococo who has experienced many battles.

"Sir, first of all, as you said, it's too funny to be full of flaws after killing people. And this kind of case is nothing more than the first association of the young tutor and the male employer's underground relationship in full swing. Even if the mistress is washed away by the years Charming but indestructible in the family, if she was murdered, who would be the first suspect? So it doesn't make sense unless these two want to go to jail as a doomed couple who will never see each other."

Until Rococo's voice fell, Sherlock's eyes still stayed on her face.His bubble of approval for her idea was followed by even bigger questions: So how did Mrs. Bates die?

[Clues/Questions x4: (a note signed by the tutor) (/Deliberately?/The same model pistol hidden in the closet-the murder weapon?) (The relationship between the tutor and the victim’s husband?) (The location of the crime-why is it a bridge? side?)]

"Sherlock, you send..."

Rococo made a "shh" gesture to Detective Lestrade, she knew that Sherlock didn't like to be interrupted while thinking.

A few minutes later, someone came down the stairs.The man was under middle age, tall and thin, with a calm and handsome face, matched with a suit and leather shoes, he had to be said to be a nearly perfect successful person.

Rococo glanced at Sherlock's bubble, making sure that this is the host here.I'm afraid that most women can't resist this kind of tall, rich and handsome. Maybe the Rococo association is true, and the female teacher really has an affair with this tall, rich and handsome?

"Looks like we can learn more."

Sherlock lowered his voice and told Rococo, but in her eyes, someone was about to show off his IQ again.Just don't be shown off _(:з」∠)_

The author has something to say: Note: This case is still adapted from the original work of Conan Doyle, but it does not seem to be a particularly famous story.