[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Betting [-] cents on Rococo, screwing back the three views of Sherlock Holmes is definitely more difficult than taking a spaceship on Mars and pouring a cup of milk tea on Mars to grow thousands of cups of milk tea.

Because at the moment Sherlock beside her is frowning slightly: "Rococo, are you still concerned about this boring topic?"

"Yes, I am very concerned." Rococo nodded with wide eyes, "Besides, in my opinion, dating as a social activity between two opposite sexes is not a waste of life. Two people sit together, talk about some topics, and then learn from it. Find shared interests, get to know each other in the conversation, and see if the other person is right for you. If there is a follow-up, one of them confesses romantically on a date, and then continues the relationship, and every now and then dating becomes a promotion. , Consolidate the way of communication, and then get closer and closer... Take a look, which point is in line now?"

"Don't you think I don't understand you?" Sherlock questioned.

"Of course you know me, you can use your 'deductive method' to know anyone you want to know, but I don't know you." Rococo said the last sentence quickly and then turned his head, his tone changed, "Anyway, I don't admit that we are dating now, you continue to handle the case, as before."

Rococo squatted down, let Sherlock's arms around him be empty, and then came out from the other side.

These three views seem to be unable to agree, and Luo Keke is a little intoxicated.

Sherlock withdrew his arm, glanced at Rococo lightly, and did not refute again.

"Then go prepare something and let's settle this case."

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When Detective Lestrade returned to the side of the stone bridge with several police officers and the items requested by Sherlock, he found that the atmosphere between the young couple was somewhat delicate.

Sherlock directly took the rope and the gun found in Miss Dunbar's cabinet from him. After bumping twice, he reached out and asked him for bullets, while Rococo stood aside without saying a word.

"Sherlock, this is evidence, don't do anything out of the ordinary."

Lestrade asked repeatedly before handing the bullet to Sherlock.

Sherlock tied one end of the rope to the handle of the pistol, then jumped into the woods not far away to pick a stone, and tied the other end of the rope to the stone.Everything was ready, the end dragging the stone was hung by Sherlock on the edge of the railing next to the gray-white cut half a foot, and the pistol tied to the other end was held by him, and then stood at the place where Mrs. Marlowe died.

After Sherlock loaded all the bullets, he raised the gun and aimed it at his temple.

A real performance in person?

Come on, Rococo, who has seen through everything, knows that Sherlock will not shoot.

"Rococo, Lestrade, you watch over the railing for me, and keep an eye on everything that happens."

Detective Lestrade dubiously walked over to the rail where the rope was tangent and looked at the rope.

And before Luo Keke turned around, he really saw the words floating in Sherlock's bubble: [Just shoot and you will know. ]

Too esoteric for Rococo to understand.

At the moment when the gunshot rang out, Rococo, who knew that Sherlock could not do anything stupid, turned her head immediately. She first saw Sherlock standing still and looking at her, and then there was a "plop" falling into the water behind her. Voice.

When she saw Sherlock's eyes, Rococo knew what the series of plans he had made before, and blamed her for her clumsy eyesight, so she didn't take a few more glances.

Detective Lestrade's voice came from beside him: "Oh damn, Sherlock, I told you that this is very important evidence..."

Sherlock still looked at Rococo, then smiled, glanced at her again as he approached, and then leaned against the railing, ignoring Detective Lestrade the whole time.

An almost identical mark had appeared on the railing, which I'm afraid was the source of the cut.

"There must be a pistol tied to a rope and the other end tied to a rock under the water. If you find it, the case will be solved. The victim committed suicide. She used the same method to dispose of the murder weapon. Putting it in the female teacher's closet, framing it, and putting it in a boring emotional dispute."

Sherlock pulled up Rococo after talking to Lestrade unilaterally.

Sherlock suddenly said: "I told you to keep an eye on it, but you still turned around, why?"

Luo Keke was at a loss for words for a while, she didn't want to admit that it was out of worry at the time, so she replied: "Guess."

"You know I won't shoot myself, because Gavin knows it, and there's no way you don't know it." Sherlock continued.

"Who is Gavin?"

"Gavin Lestrade."

"His name is Greg..." Luo Keke felt more and more fond of the detective, she sighed silently, "What do you want to explain?"

"So just understanding doesn't do much for both of us." Sherlock let go of her hand and turned around, "I know you, but I can't deduce why you just did that just based on what I know about you." Do, so I need something else."

"Why can't I understand what you're talking about sir?" Rococo frowned. She couldn't see the bubbles too clearly now, she could only rely on her imagination.

"I have always emphasized that emotion is the most flashy thing, and all I need in my work is reason, which is pure enough. Then I met you, Rococo, and you began to replace part of my rationality with sensibility, and then I found that I couldn't live without them. And the other thing I needed in my mouth was this kind of thing, the moment you look back, I'll understand..." Sherlock narrated in a more even-tempered and somewhat solemn tone with.

"Wait, wait, are you sure you are Sherlock Holmes?" Rococo interrupted him, "Aren't you possessed by some other strange thing?"

"But you said 'if there is a follow-up, one of them will make a romantic confession on a certain date', I'm just doing the 'romantic confession' you want." Sherlock spoke righteously.

Rococo, now, just want to be quiet.

By the way, splash a bowl of water on Sherlock's face to help him calm down.

"Help, that's not what I meant. I don't need this kind of goosebump-ridden confession."

"You don't need it?" Sherlock quickly continued.

"Yes, I don't need it." Rococo emphasized.

"As far as you are concerned, you don't like this kind of dating confession?" Sherlock continued to approach, leaving Rococo no time to think.

"Yes, I don't like it."

"So this kind of dating isn't for us?" he asked again.

"Yes, not suitable."

When Sherlock showed a triumphant smile, Rococo knew that he had jumped into a pit, which was a big pit.

"Okay, everything is settled. Rococo, you just admitted that you also don't like the boring dating methods of contemporary people. It seems that we have one more thing in common."

"Oh, God." Luo Keke turned around and wanted to kick the tree next to him. He raised his foot, hesitated for a while and then put it down, afraid of pain.

She's feeling a bit broken right now, but she's speechless.

"However, there is one thing that wastes life, and I think it is worth doing."

"Oh? What is it?" Rococo turned his head aggressively, but saw Sherlock was very close to her, very close, the kind of closeness that could only see his own reflection when he glanced into the depths of his pupils.

Her waist was pressed against the warmth of her arms from behind as if she was afraid that she would run away, followed by a sudden snort that did not belong to her, and then the back of her head was also supported, and the person in front of her had already bent slightly .

Rococo knew that as long as he yelled to stop, Sherlock might stop as before, at a distance that seemed to be grasped just right.

"Let me ask again, do you know what you are doing?" Rococo didn't stop, but asked a ridiculous question.

"I know, I'm wasting my life." Sherlock didn't even say it with much obvious emotion.

When the voice fell, there was a soft touch first, then tossing and turning, Smo, taking advantage of the moment when Rococo wanted to breathe, and the breath poured into the gap between the lips and teeth.She didn't respond immediately, and she never expected that it would make her so bewildered when it actually happened.

After confirming that she didn't want to escape, the hand around her waist slid up, and after touching an arm hanging beside her, it slid down along the arm until it touched her palm, and a backhand held her.Rococo squeezed back a little bit harder, and found that the force between his lips and teeth became more turbulent.

His cheeks were tickled by the tip of his nose, and her eyelashes were lightly scratched. Everything came so suddenly and it was not so incomprehensible.

After the kiss was over, Rococo remembered to breathe and feel the thunderous heartbeat in his chest.

They looked at each other, and Rococo looked into Sherlock's green eyes, hoping to see a little unnaturalness there. In the end, she gave up first, turned her head and asked, "Mr. How many lives wasted on me? Enough to crack a case that would take Scotland Yard a week to solve."

She has started hacking her workplace_(:з」∠)_

"One year and five months, probably enough to break all the 'Scotland Yard' cases in thirty years." He corrected.

"If you really want to try or experience it next time, I mean..." Rococo rarely saw Sherlock hesitate like this, and he thought for a few seconds before continuing, "Try a contemporary boring game." I don’t think I would mind too much about the way they date. I think the small restaurant near Baker Street should be quite suitable. I once helped the owner of the restaurant find an alibi, which saved him more than ten years of sentence.”

It seems that Sherlock's three views have been twisted a little bit by her?

but……

Luo Keke pulled out a smile: "Or another murder scene, I probably don't mind too much."

But her three views have almost been taken over ←_←

Hey, take fifty cents away!