[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

In a certain living room of Buckingham Palace, Rococo was trying to suppress the great unrest in his heart and sat on the sofa.

She was fishing at work, but was suddenly called by her boss to the top floor of the office building, which was still the open-air top floor without the awning.Immediately, he saw a helicopter that did not belong to the police station slowly land, and the next moment he was "invited" to go up.

"Can someone tell me the destination?"

Naturally, Rococo didn't expect anyone to tell her with a voice, but Rococo was fascinated when he saw the proper noun [Buckingham Palace] on both the driver and the receptionist at the same time.

Private plane pick-up, first-class enjoyment, are you sure it's not the furniture city in the advertisement?

Compared with the location of Buckingham Palace, the person sitting directly opposite Rococo at this time is more difficult to parry.

"Miss Rococo, I came to you this time to talk about an important matter." Mycroft Holmes, dressed in standard formal attire, raised his chin slightly and looked at Rococo.

[Our Queen needs Sherlock to solve a nasty problem.Please move Sherlock → start with Rococo. ]

Rococo shrugged: "Whether you want to find me or Sherlock, just say it straight. I also have principles, and it is not enough for me to help me with a helicopter sightseeing transfer."

Mycroft leaned back in his chair, his tone undeniable: "This matter is about the national reputation, I hope you can cooperate."

Rococo responded with a smile: "Should I raise my salary if the country's reputation is good?"

"I probably know why you are able to come together, it's just as childish." Mycroft sighed and took a step back, "Let's make a price."

"One thousand pounds." Rococo estimated a price.

"You are a national civil servant, don't you have a sense of responsibility to help the government when it is in trouble?" Mycroft frowned and bargained, "Five hundred pounds."

"National civil servants also have to eat." Rococo put his index finger on his lips, and his thumb rested on his chin. "One thousand and one hundred pounds."

"You know, firing a low-level police officer is like a piece of cake to me." Mycroft is a businessman in the political world, and he knows where to start. "Eight hundred pounds."

"You also need to know that once you do this, I won't let Sherlock take over even if I support Sherlock's thigh." Rococo glanced at the water glass on the table, which was exquisite like a work of art, "Buckingham Palace buy two less How easy is the money for just one cup? One thousand two hundred pounds."

"Deal." Mycroft was afraid that if he disagreed again, the price would continue to rise, "Ms. Rococo, has anyone ever told you that you are a little... cunning?"

"It's not as good as you." Rococo picked out a handful of hair and wrapped it around his fingers before letting go.

Mycroft was noncommittal: "Indeed, I managed to get the person most difficult to be invited into Buckingham Palace in the UK to come here at the first time. Right?"

Rococo followed his gaze and saw Sherlock who was in a hurry.

Sherlock walked up to Rococo, and after confirming it from top to bottom, he spoke badly to his brother in front of him: "Mycroft, has the British government become so vile and vulgar that it threatens civilians with hostages?"

"It's more effective than expected, isn't it?" He paused for a few seconds, then continued, "Don't say you still have a case in your hand, the hiker and the engine backfiring? I read the case records, isn't it boring? You don't even have Go out yourself."

Sherlock snorted: "Even so, I don't want to help you."

"You're not helping him, you're helping my boss, England." A man in a blue and yellow tie came in and greeted Mycroft.

After a few glances, Sherlock gave Rococo a successful literacy: [(commanding the navy under his name) (general Welsh ancestry) (fine dog hair on the face-love dogs) (white shirt with striped tie-public school) (shoes are very clean-wipe daily - early rise) (tie pin direction - likes to sleep on the left side) (clean collar - no smoking)  …]

"Are you Rococo? The well-known interrogation expert at 'Scotland Yard'?" The officer searched around and asked, "Where is Dr. John Watson? Why didn't I see him? My boss likes him very much. Weibo of the case."

Mycroft: "I think she'd be more helpful here."

Help, why is she even famous?

There is one thing that made Rococo bloody. Recently, as Sherlock has solved more and more cases, he has taken up more and more space in the media boards.

And Watson and Rococo, who alternately appeared beside Sherlock, became a major focus, plus Sherlock deliberately wore a peaked cap in front of the media in order to keep a low profile. It was written like this: "Male blogger and female interrogation expert, hat accusing detective's sexual orientation is changeable? "Changeable ghost?The editor who wrote the title of this dog came to change it for her, and she gave fifty cents for it!

Rococo even felt that since Sherlock became famous, standing next to him would be stained with a strange fame buff.

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"Help England? I'm not that noble. Good morning, and let's go."

After Sherlock finished speaking, Mycroft coughed lightly.

"Wait a minute!" Rococo took a deep breath after keeping Sherlock. "The client is an extremely prominent person. Her commission may be more interesting than that 'engine backfiring'. Why don't you listen to it?"

"As far as I know, this has nothing to do with identity. The oil tycoon will also entrust the boring case of his wife cheating." Sherlock turned around and refuted.

"Okay, then I'll listen and think about whether there are any houses in Baker Street that can be rented. By the way, I remembered, last time I saw..." Rococo stopped, took a look and suddenly took two steps back and sat down. Sherlock, who got off, pretended to be naive and asked, "Huh? Are you not leaving?"

1000 two hundred pounds get.

The entrusted event, processed in the most vivid form of expression, should be like this: a female relative of someone's most prominent person in Britain died young and a famous 'sad queen' in the industry, Eileen Eder Le played a certain game called S|M, and finally took off the photo and held it in someone else's hand.But people don’t blackmail or extort, just use these photos to demonstrate, “Look at how powerful I am, you have the ability to beat me and arrest me, and wait for the reputation of the British royal family to be ruined.” This matter is of great importance. The army did not dare to let go, so the queen was very helpless, her subordinates were also very helpless, and so was Mycroft.The purpose of entrusting Sherlock is to find these photos.Sherlock said that this rhythm of showing off his power to the most powerful family in England was a bit interesting, so he agreed to take over.

As for Irene Adler, a woman who is more called "thewoman"... Rococo glanced at the photos provided to Sherlock's website for download, and really likes to take "small props" to take pictures of art According to it. _(:з」∠)_

Before leaving, Sherlock asked Mycroft to send him the details, and added: "It's best to give me a share of what Rococo pays."

Mycroft Holmes was a little breathless, a couple of robbers.

-

"Rococo, are you going to skip work today and go with us?" Watson is still a little depressed now that he was left at the scene of the "traveler and the car backfire". After Sherlock turned off the video, he didn't hear it. Asked, who knew he was invited to Buckingham Palace, he thought for a while and added, "Then you two should go..."

"You have to know, that's the experienced 'sad queen', I'm afraid the inexperienced Sherlock won't be able to handle it." After speaking, Rococo took a special look to confirm that Sherlock was still changing clothes in the bedroom.

Watson deliberately nodded a few more times in agreement.

"What are you talking about?" Sherlock poked his head out of the bedroom.

"I'm praising you for being handsome." Rococo replied quickly.

"That's right!" Watson responded sensitively.

"Thank you." Sherlock poked his head out again, "But Rococo, next time please come up with an excuse that is easier for me to believe."

Rococo refused to admit it: "Didn't I just narrate the truth? Who doesn't know that Sherlock Holmes is good at playing the violin, good at martial arts, well prepared with chemical reagents, can identify [-] kinds of soot traces, and can see it from his footprints." Find out the living conditions of a person who is tall, short, fat, thin, and disabled, and see through the professional and family background of an ordinary person in seconds..."

Sherlock tried his best to hide the pride on his face: "I agree with you, but maybe not many people know about it, especially the [-] kinds of soot, John was wrong a few days ago."

Watson's heart: ... you are enough =_=

In the taxi, Sherlock's thought bubble was already extremely active.

"We already know her address, now we just need to..."

"After pressing the doorbell, I see one knocking out the other, and I'm optimistic about you if it's done in seconds." Rococo said.

"No, we have to know where she hid her things." Sherlock glanced at the Rococo in the three-quarter-sleeved dress, "Your dressing style is different from the past. It's been a long time since you and I wore heels when we came out. And lipstick... well, not bad."

"Because the ones I met in the past were not S|M queens who are good at holding 'props'." Rococo blinked.

"S|M? What is that short for, special medicine?"

"……do not mind the details."

-

Acting Sherlock entered the house under the pretext of "my girlfriend and I were robbed while walking on the road, please help call the police and let us wait here".

As soon as Rococo entered the door, he saw that the lady who opened the door had a [I'm really looking forward to seeing the expression on his wife's signature battle suit. ]

Luxurious living room, floor-to-ceiling crystal chandeliers, it seems that this business is really possible to make money. "360 lines, every line will be the champion" applies to everything, doesn't it? _(:з」∠)_

"Sir, I always feel that Queen S|M seems to know something." Rococo looked at Sherlock who was also sitting on the sofa, who was acting MAX a second ago with a crying face, and now began to analyze the room layout, and reminded in a low voice.

"It's unfortunate to hear that you were robbed." Before Sherlock could finish his pronunciation, a female voice came from far to near.

——What do you look good on?

——It looks best without wearing it.

As a result, this lady who was dressed in the "best-looking" clothes as soon as she appeared scared Rococo almost dropped the melon seeds in his hand.

If there are melon seeds.