[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

The footsteps of Christmas are approaching, and a Christmas carol played by Sherlock can be called the best wake-up alarm clock for 221B today, without even giving a "take a nap" button.

Rococo, who was not yet fully awake, held a cup of coffee and looked at the dancing notes on the stave in the bubble above Sherlock's head, feeling dizzy.

She lowered her head to test the heat of the coffee, and as expected, the sound of the violin stopped without coming to an end.

"Rococo, can you make it stop? It completely disrupted my rhythm." Sherlock glanced dissatisfied at the furry object in the room, and then looked at Rococo.

Rococo, who was nestled on the sofa, looked up at the little Shiba Inu with four paws that refused to rest. Around its neck was the small bell that she had just tied in the mist this morning.Sam seemed to be in love with this new gadget, and he wandered around the room happily, and the bells jingled and jingled.

"Sorry, I can't stop a living little life from spinning and jumping." Rococo pretended to be serious, "You can completely block it with your smart brain, it should be easy for you."

Sherlock wanted to say something else when a text message came in.

Since that night, Sherlock's cell phone has received several text messages every day.Letters are from one person, Irene Adler.

[Merry Christmas, Mr. Holmes. ]

Then Sherlock did the operation that he repeated several times a day during this time.

[Do you want to delete this text message (yes/no) (yes)]

Rococo looked away from Sherlock's bubble, pretending to be ignorant.She bet that woman must have included a monthly package for text messages, and she couldn't run out of them without sending five or six messages a day.

"By the way, that's not the notification tone for your text message, is it?" Luo Keke asked knowingly, she had already figured out everything.

Adler originally set up a personalized SMS notification tone for Sherlock, and Sherlock resolutely replaced it with Rococo on his back, but he chose the first one among the SMS notification tones that come with multiple systems. The reason is of course Finding the original one is too time consuming.

[It was replaced with bed calls and had to be changed. ]

"Obviously, I changed it." Sherlock's performance was different from the content of the bubble, and he was not guilty at all.

"Really?" Rococo blinked, "Our great detective would do such a meaningless thing?"

"Can you make it stop?" Sherlock changed the subject, staring at Sam.

The little Shiba Inu lying on the gun trembled unconsciously, turned his head innocently, and wagged his tail at Rococo by the way.

"Oh dear Sherlock, it was the bell that was yelling at you, not Sam, so it would be inhumane to ask Sam to stop." Rococo woke up in this morning's talk show, drank his coffee, got up and patted Sherlock shoulder, turned and crouched to tease Sam, and the bell rang more often.

On the second day of the accident, Sherlock rejected his senior brother.He didn't want to make an appointment with this commission.But this still couldn't stop the woman's daily bombardment of text messages.

"Today's festive atmosphere is really grand, and the police detectives will come to today's Christmas banquet tonight." Mrs. Hudson made two cups of coffee and put them on the table. "It's Christmas every year. By the way, have you prepared gifts for each other?"

Gift?This is not in line with Sherlock's style at all.He was a pioneer in the trend of dating at the crime scene.

Rococo was about to question the timeliness of Mrs. Hudson's words, but Sherlock preempted: "The second drawer of the cabinet next to my bed."

Why?Rococo blinked hard to think about the meaning of this sentence.

But she didn't really need to think about it, because Sherlock's head was on: [A gift for Rococo - the second drawer of the bedside cabinet. ]

Rococo didn't know what to say for a moment until Mrs. Hudson gave her a small push as she left.

[Eyes widen, facial muscles tense.incredible? ]

Sherlock approached Rococo, frowning. Did I surprise you by giving you a gift a day earlier?But in my opinion, there is not much difference between Christmas Eve and Christmas day.

No, the point is not that.

"You prepared...a gift for me?" For the first time, Luo Keke couldn't believe the contents of the bubble.

"If you want two..."

"No." Rococo felt that their brain circuits were separated into two levels by the bell this morning, but they didn't seem to be together. "I just didn't expect you to give me a gift."

"You're welcome." Sherlock dismissed it, "Can you stop that puppy now?"

Sam shuddered again.

Rococo stroked his forehead, but the point was still wrong.

-

In the evening, Rococo met Jasmine on the stairs who came to the banquet.

"Miss Rococo, may I ask a question..." Jasmine hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice, "You and Sherlock..."

Rococo glanced at Jasmine's bubbles and nodded.

Jasmine lost her head for a few seconds, and when she raised her head again, she was already smiling: "To be honest, I'm very happy that someone like him can meet a woman he likes."

"I'm also very happy." Sherlock appeared at the top of the stairs at some point, echoed perfunctorily, and pulled Rococo past expressionlessly, "Have you seen that gift?"

"I want to keep it open until tomorrow morning, what's wrong?"

"I think you might want to ask me some questions after seeing it. Since you haven't opened it, let's talk about it." Sherlock pulled Rococo into the room.

Rococo glanced at Jasmine, who was somewhat gloomy behind her, and pulled her with one hand, bringing her in as well.

The turning point of this Christmas dinner is not that Sherlock exposed in front of Watson's current girlfriend that he had N ex-girlfriends, nor that he exposed the lie that the police detective and his wife reconciled, but another text message from Adler .

Sherlock turned his back to check: [Looking at the fireplace. ]

Rococo's eyes moved with Sherlock, and he took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from behind the fireplace.

Several analysis boxes popped up in his bubble: [(red wrapping paper+bow)-(expression of affection);

"Excuse me." Sherlock turned around and grabbed the unsuspecting Rococo, "I'll say the same for her."

Then he took Rococo into his room under everyone's confused eyes.

"Rococo, unpack it." Sherlock handed the box to Rococo.

"But I think someone gave it to you, why don't you take it apart and take a look yourself?" Rococo pouted.

"The packaging is exquisite, tied with a bow, and the color of the wrapping paper is the same as her lipstick. This is an obvious hint of goodwill. And I don't accept this kind of goodwill, so you come to unpack it." Sherlock held up the It is a gift, and it is well-founded, and I added by the way, "It is unlikely that this place will be razed to the ground after it is opened. There is no need to spend so much trouble on Christmas."

Rococo thought of the gift she got in the drawer of Sherlock's room today, the dark blue wrapping paper and the bow decorated with dark blue ribbons, the color of the wrapping paper was exactly the same as his favorite nightgown, she still firmly believed This is the credit of the store clerk.

"Rococo?" Sherlock frowned and looked at her, not intending to open the gift himself at all.An expression of "if you don't dismantle me, let it rot here".

"Well, I hope the person who gave the gift won't beat me to death." Rococo took it and tore off the wrapping paper. When she saw the contents of the gift, she froze for a moment and added, "I guess I will be beaten." died."

It was the cell phone, Adler's cell phone that was more important than her life and that contained state secrets.Now, it was given to Sherlock?

I know a little too much, Rococo still doesn’t want to die QAQ

-

That night, Rococo lived well, but Irene Adler died.

This is what Sherlock braved the rain and snow on Christmas Eve and spent nearly an hour traveling back and forth to verify it for himself. belly.

She didn't admit that she was still depressed just a second ago, Sherlock ran out to examine the corpse on Christmas Eve.

"Adler is dead?" Watson, on the other hand, was more surprised than Rococo, who had seen the woman with his own eyes, "Yes, dead." Sherlock picked up his violin and sat opposite Rococo, "Thought What tune are you listening to?"

Watson: "You are not surprised at all?"

Rococo raised his eyes and quickly scanned Sherlock's bubble. He was really accustomed to the "nothing to do with himself" style. The name Irene Adler, in Sherlock's thinking bubble, was only related to her. The mobile phone with secrets.

"Strange? 1.8 people die in the world every second. If every death is strange, it will not be boring at all." The violin bow was already on the strings, and Sherlock once again signaled Rococo to order song.

Rococo drew a circle on Sam's belly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "A simple one, such as Beethoven's D major."

Sherlock: "..."

"Sherlock, to be honest, I often wonder if there is something wrong with your emotional system, and you are cold-blooded and ruthless. But if you really want to say this, Miss Rococo must be a first-class attending expert in this area, and you are all normal to her." Hua The student picked up the jacket from the sofa, "I have to go and explain to my girlfriend that you are outspoken tonight, and I wish you all a Merry Christmas."

Rococo watched Watson go down the stairs and shrugged.

Watson was saying the exact opposite, Sherlock was the abnormal one for her.

"Let's change the song." Rococo corrected, ""Silent Night" is fine."

At the end of the song, the pointer crosses twelve.

Rococo yawned: "Don't sleep? Wait for a case? Do you want to find Santa's sleigh for him?"

[Waiting for your gift. ]

Sherlock quietly folded his hands on his chest, watching her.

Rococo was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously looked down at the bell on Sam's neck.