[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

It's fun to shoot for a while, but you can't close the scene when you look back.

The scene where she finds Sherlock on the second floor after Rococo bites the bullet and fires three shots into the sky is enough for her to mock Sherlock for a year.

At this time, Sherlock was lying flat on the ground, his mind was a little unclear, and the chaotic bubbles with various garbled characters inside were the best explanation.And Adler stood beside him, holding an exclusive prop, one end of which was attached to his face and slowly slid across.

"...I just want you to remember me like this, remember that I am the woman who defeated you." Adler muttered.

"It's still daytime, can you stop dreaming?" Rococo interrupted unceremoniously after entering the door, "What did you do to him?"

Hearing Rococo's voice, Sherlock tried to get up, but after briefly lifting his upper half, he slammed back to the floor.

"Hey, honey, he'll be fine." Adler walked towards the bathroom, a smile on his bright red lips. "You do have some attractiveness, but it's not enough. You'll find out soon would have made a deeper impression on Sherlock."

Irene Adler flipped out of the window, still wearing Sherlock's coat.

She just asked, do you dare to leave the clothes and directly wear the "best-looking" one?

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After checking, Sherlock is fine. There are only a few marks on his body where he was whipped by small props. The injection is a small drug that is commonly used by Queen S｜M to disrupt the mind on certain occasions. It is not harmful, but...

Rococo stood by the bed silently watching Sherlock's bubbles, the dream world inside was very exciting.

If she had to use one word to describe Sherlock's feeling at the moment, it would probably be: trance.

And the words to describe her feelings are probably: prosperous and in a trance.

Rococo saw the bubbles, and the dizzy Sherlock found himself sitting in the driver's seat of a car that hadn't been cleaned for several weeks. He was lost in the current situation when he hit the dead car behind his head. "Rococo" suddenly appeared beside her.

[Sherlock, that woman seems to have injected you with something, are you okay?But "I" got to you in time after firing a few shots out so you should be fine. ] "Rococo" in the passenger seat is watching "Sherlock", [Guess what is her purpose? ]

[Oh girl, you are so naive, how could you guess it. ] Adler suddenly appeared by the car window, [why don't we get this case solved before then? ]

"Sherlock" was about to say something, but was interrupted by Rococo who propped his chin: [Your thinking is very, very confused now, Sherlock, why don't you let me say it?Could it be that the traveler's boomerang accidentally flew into the exhaust pipe of the car, and the driver hit the traveler's head while accelerating the gas to expel the boomerang, and the murder weapon... had already flowed along the side of the river to nowhere. ]

"Rococo" looked at Adler by the car window after finishing speaking: [Sorry, please pay attention to the wording, it is "we" for me, not for you. ]

Rococo beside the bed was a little dumbfounded, she actually saw herself appearing in Sherlock's mind again.

In the next second, Sherlock found that he was standing in his thinking palace again, facing Rococo, she was wearing a coat, and she seemed to be naked inside.The four walls of the palace are a little fuzzy, as if coded, and it can be seen that the aftereffects of being injected with some bad drugs have not been eliminated.

Standing by the bed, Rococo's first reaction was to call the police. The police uncle made her wear only a coat in her dream!

[People always like to think about it when they are confused, right? ] "Rococo" blinked, [Tell me, Sherlock, what are you thinking now? ]

[You call me Sherlock?You rarely... call me Sherlock. ] Sherlock shook his head, as if trying to regain consciousness.

[Yes, Rococo rarely calls you Sherlock, but I'm not that Rococo.So I use the title you want me to use. ] "Rococo" noticed that Sherlock was interested in what she was wearing, [Yes, I am dressed like this is what you want to see.Didn't you have a flash of that thought when you saw that lady today?Do you want to...] "Rococo" started to unbutton it.

what's up!Rococo wants to wake Sherlock up now!

When she was ready to slap poor Sherlock on the bed again, Sherlock in the bubble stopped "Rococo".

[Stop, Rococo wouldn't do such a thing. ]

The hand that unbuttoned the button stopped, and "Rococo" suddenly laughed: [You know, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, if you don't stop me, I will fight you desperately before I unbutton the button. There was a fight. ]

When did she become a powerful actress in Sherlock's impression?

As soon as Rococo came out of Sherlock's bedroom and wanted to pour a glass of water, Sam suddenly growled towards Sherlock's room.

She turned around and opened the door, and Sam rushed in with a whoosh, and continued to growl and protest at Irene Adler, who was standing by the window with Sherlock's coat on her wrist.

Is it better to walk through the window instead of the front door to force yourself?

"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to return the coat." Adler raised his eyebrows, raised one hand to indicate that he didn't have a weapon, and slowly handed over the coat with the other hand.

Rococo glanced at Sherlock who was safe and sound on the bed: "That's really hard work for you."

Before Adler left, he left a message for Rococo: "Which one will interest him more, your secret or mine?"

Of course, she walked through the window.

"Your secret and my secret?" Rococo lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head with an innocent expression, "Will there be a secret in front of me?"

Don’t be naive _(:з」∠)_

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"Rococo? John?"

Watson heard shouts from Sherlock's bedroom in the living room.As soon as he entered the room, he saw Sherlock, who was still a little dazed, struggling to get up from the bed.

"Sherlock, I've heard what happened, you still need to rest." Watson tried to push Sherlock back on the mattress, "Also, you'd better..."

"Where is Rococo? Is she okay? The woman was still there when I passed out, and Rococo just came in..." Sherlock walked out of the bedroom regardless of the obstruction, and stopped after walking a few steps, his eyes stopped on the door in the living room. On the sofa chair, Rococo was leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed, holding his cheek with one hand half-clasped, and still wearing the same clothes.

The little Shiba Inu pricked up its ears and raised its head vigilantly, and after looking at him for a few seconds, it lay down again at Rococo's feet.

"...Be gentle." Watson, who followed behind, looked helpless, and added after finishing what he hadn't said, "She helped you upstairs with me and took care of you all night."

Sherlock was stunned for a few seconds before asking Watson, "John, should I put her to bed at this time?"

Watson shrugged: "Of course, but which bed you put on is up to you."