[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Rococo TV station 221B Baker Street will broadcast today's first zero-point news: <A Boyfriend Is Better Than a Dog Series>-The famous detective of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, Sherlock Holmes, is on Christmas and has not received any Christmas from his girlfriend so far gifts.In contrast, Sam Wang, Holmes' girlfriend's pet dog, received a Christmas present early yesterday morning.If you want to know what will happen next, Rococo TV's People are worse than Dogs column will continue to follow up the report for you. (Writer, broadcaster, brain supplement: Rococo Rococo has actually opened an online shopping website to choose gifts for Sherlock, from various chemicals to handmade violins, from "search content is illegal" to "legal you can also buy I'm sorry", just picking a gift makes Rococo feel that life has nothing to love.

As for the small spherical bell on Sam's neck, Rococo fiddled with it, and the metal ball inside the bell vibrated and rang with a crisp sound. It was a present for Sherlock.

Shiba Inu TV anchor Sam, at 221B Baker Street, was absent from work today. It is said that he heard that his Christmas gift was a gift from his favorite hostess for her boyfriend, and felt that the dog’s life was beyond pity. (Writer: Roco on the next-door TV station can see that Rococo has not responded for a long time, so Sherlock pretended to be very casual and said, "I don't know if Mrs. Hudson messed up my socks when cleaning today."

[Gift hint method one: Christmas stocking. ]

Rococo glanced at it and pretended not to understand: "You never allowed Mrs. Hudson to clean your room. I believe your socks are safely in your drawer."

"No, I mean hanging on the fireplace." Sherlock glanced at the four Christmas stockings on the fireplace.

Rococo stood up, bent down and placed the Shiba Inu on the floor.

"Did you forget that I specifically asked you two days ago if you want to bring a Christmas stocking for you when you go to the supermarket, and your answer to this was something like 'worldwide cases can't fit in a Christmas stocking'. So the fireplace There are no Christmas stockings for you."

"But there are four of them." Sherlock frowned.

Rococo patted the little Shiba Inu's head and got up: "Mrs. Hudson's, Mr. Watson's, mine, and Sam's, four."

The little Shiba Inu on the carpet turned over, and the bell rang again.

"I solved a murder case last Christmas. My husband was murdered by his wife while he was stepping on a ladder to decorate the Christmas tree. I finally found the murder weapon in the Christmas tree decorations."

[Gift hint method two: Christmas tree. ]

"I know what you're implying." Rococo finally couldn't help laughing, "Do you really think I didn't prepare a Christmas present for you?"

"That paper bag on the table with a bow on the mouth, the bow is tied in the same way as you tie your shoelaces. When Jasmine gave gifts to others at night, you looked at that paper bag more than once." He said Sitting there, hands folded, "I'm just waiting for you to hand it to me."

Luo Ke couldn't laugh anymore.She walked to the table unconvinced, just as her hand touched the paper bag, the other hand covered it and brought her hand back to her body.Sherlock didn't know when he stood behind her, only half a step away, his chest would probably touch her back.

The hand moved up Rococo's arm, across the collarbone, and gently caressed half of her face.Everything progressed very slowly, and the gift seemed to be no longer the protagonist.

Wait a minute, who was beating around the bush like a child asking for a gift?

Sherlock's four fingers were pressed against Rococo's cheeks, and his thumb slowly stroked her soft and tender lips, carefully supporting half of her face and turning her head to the side, allowing her to stare with him.

Rococo couldn't see his bubbles from this angle, and knew what would happen next.

"Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes, even if the gift is not opened, I will not accept another choice."

Sherlock took that half-step distance, wrapped his left hand around Rococo's waist, and wrapped her in his arms from behind.

It wasn't the first time, but I could still hear my own heart beating rapidly. Rococo, the master of atmosphere adjustment, felt that he should do something to change this self-directed rhythm of Sherlock.

"Before you get the gift, you have to answer a question: the sunflower follows the sun and turns from east to west, so how did it return to the east the next morning?" Rococo breathed calmly and looked into Sherlock. In the lake green pupils.

It was useless, and Rococo's opening seemed to promote Sherlock's next move.His lips pressed against each other, soft and clear to the touch, mixed with a faint smell of coffee.His hand that was stroking half of her cheek was changed to support her chin, and the hand around her waist gently pushed her body towards him, as if he wanted to relax the Rococo posture.

This kiss was gentle and gentle, without encroachment, and naturally deepened a little bit.Just like Christmas, it came on schedule without any discord.

Rococo turned around a little bit, pressed his waist against the edge of the table behind him, and wrapped his hands around Sherlock's neck naturally, trying to respond to the kiss.

The little Shiba Inu moved again, and the silent indoor bell rang again.Luo Keke first had the illusion that he might be caught and raped by his pet dog, and then realized that he was about to become a gift.

Rococo felt that Sherlock's hand around her waist began to slip, and then there was a series of jingling bells and the furry touch of her footsteps.She trembled a little, ended the kiss on her own initiative, and looked down to see Sam yawning at her footsteps, looking at her with wet eyes.

Rococo looked at Sherlock again, reached for the gift bag behind him with one hand, forced it into his hand, and then smiled: "I believe this gift will benefit you a lot."

"By the way, there is a very interesting answer to that question." Rococo picked up Sam from the ground and prepared to go back to his room for sleep. Too scary to take care of yourself. Good night, Sherlock, and happy reading."

"Enjoy your reading?"

Sherlock unpacked the present in puzzlement, and it was a book - "Natural Common Sense Books for Primary School Students".

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"John, did you sleep on the sofa last night?" On Christmas morning, Sherlock dismantled Watson's desk.

Watson looked at Sherlock with a face of "whose fault is this", and then noticed the "Natural Common Sense Reader for Primary School Students" on the table.

"You even bought children's books for your child? What's your child's name?"

"After the sun goes down, the sunflower's auxin is redistributed, and the sunflower slowly turns back to the starting position, which is the east. It's not a violent head shake as you said." Sherlock deliberately ignored Watson's question, put down the phone, and watched Come out of the kitchen wearing Rococo.

"I gave it to Sherlock. Do you think this book is useful?" Instead, Rococo answered Watson and put the breakfast on the coffee table, "I'm going out for a walk with the dog."

[It's a good gift, it's a good gift, I've wanted to give it a long time ago. ]

Watson's bubbly said it all, and he was very supportive of Rococo's move to send the book.

Rong Rococo puts on a handsome pose.

"How was your last night?" Watson raised his eyebrows after Rococo went out.

Sherlock: "Better than you."

Poor Watson who sleeps on the sofa at his ex-girlfriend's house: "..."

However, Rococo went in and ran up the stairs not long after he left the house.

"Sherlock, I need you to do me a favor." Rococo clasped his hands together and blinked his eyes a few times.

"What is it?" Sherlock put down the morning paper.

"It's very simple, you just need to drag a rope around. 'Scotland Yard' has encountered some troubles, I have to go once, and I will be back soon." Rococo stuffed a rope to Sherlock and ran without looking back. up.

But it wasn't Scotland Yard's troubles that awaited her, someone wanted to see her, the man who had just died last night.

As for the rope, it has a small Shiba Inu named Sam attached to the other end. XD——

> Make up the number of words

Before Christmas Eve, Sherlock had the following conversation with John:

Watson: "Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, you should have a good time with Rococo, instead of taking her to the crime scene from time to time and holding a microscope to talk to her about the deceased's recent anxiety, marital status, or how many dogs were raised at home. !"

Sherlock: "In bed like you did with Sarah last night?

Watson: "...It seems that you still understand. You may not have even received a kiss, right? Also, her name is not Sarah, but Janet. Don't call me Xia by mistake tomorrow night." Locke!"

Sherlock: "Got it. By the way, you finally have a good idea."