[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Who said it's a year of fun?Rococo promised not to kill him.The skill she originally wanted to play year after year was discovered by QAQ!

It's not just as simple as falling off the horse.If the horse is lost, then we will create a new account, change the ID and go back to fight again.

Now it is clear that he was arrested for hacking.The BOSS that could be picked with two hands yesterday, is tortured and cried today with feet added, and your IP will be blocked and your account will be deleted.

Rococo almost flicked it, and a wit propped up the handle of the sofa chair and climbed up, quickly distanced himself from Sherlock, and picked up the weapon closest to her - a plastic fruit fork.

"Tell me who you are and where you hid that scientific Sherlock Holmes!"

Do you think that Rococo is going to raise his hands and shout to surrender? You won?She would rather fight Sherlock with the fruit fork forward.

The world is not dead, and death does not admit it.

"Tell me, Rococo, what is science?" Sherlock stood up, straightened his neckline, looked at her, and replied to himself, "For me, I can only be recognized as science if I personally practice what the evidence points to. Can you be sure that Einstein ignored a factor that humans have never discovered when verifying the law of inertia?"

Believe it or not Newton pried open the tomb of Westminster Abbey carrying a basket of apples to smash people?

"Okay, then tell me how I was led by your thoughts." Rococo turned over the apple fork and put the other end against his chin.

Sherlock looked up at himself: "Rococo, what exactly did you see?"

Inside the huge bubble is Sherlock's thinking palace, extending all the way into the interior, showing the cabinet with the word [Rococo] on it.The cabinet door opened, and all the keywords about Rococo emerged, big or small, including the original [(always look up at people's heads)(Sam)(can cook chicken soup)(Lancelot and Keto)...] to the present [(importance)(my girlfriend)...(get password from Adler?)].

A piece of paper is spread out, covered with densely packed keywords, and then the related ones are pulled out and arranged one by one, and finally a conclusion is drawn: [Roco may see other people's thoughts]

"Nothing." Rococo looked innocent, "What do you think I can see from above you? Air or candy?"

Her hand holding the fruit fork was taken away, and the end of the small plastic fork brushed her chin.

Sherlock suddenly got very close, his lake-green eyes seemed to see through everything, paused, and he loosened some strength in his hands: "I know your pulse and breathing rate clearly, the muscles at the corners of your mouth will be faster when you lie. Usually tense. You're not telling the truth, Rococo."

Sherlock stepped back, turned and picked up his laptop.

"Then I'll show you how I got you to expose yourself to the sun."

He held the notebook in one hand, faced her, and opened the screen.The application document is on the screen, and there are several lines of words on it: in the left hand side pocket of my coat; I rubbed the dust on the factory wall, afraid of being discovered; there is no possibility of Rococo finding evidence, I specially cleaned the soles of the puppies’ feet .

Sherlock waited for Rococo to finish reading, closed the notebook and took a few steps back and continued: "I made a summary of your possible directional questions, and typed these few lines to remind myself before you come back. I just need to ask you questions Just put these associated words together as the correct answer."

So Sherlock looked down at the screen from beginning to end, hehe.

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No one can pull back the big detective who has already confirmed the conclusion. His retreat seems to deliberately expose his thoughts to Rococo's eyes.

In the bubble, his previous keyword inferences about her were closed, and those words reappeared in his bubble.

[The bell was in the left-hand side pocket of my coat] was crossed out and torn off like a post-it note, revealing [The bell was thrown away by me (third trash can on [-]th Street)], The one next door [scratched to the dust of the factory wall, afraid of being discovered] was also torn off at the same time, and it was written on the back [the hair of the puppy was glued]...

Not only can you see your own thoughts, but you can manipulate them.

Is this the hang up? !How can you be popular if you don't have a title?

She doesn't look at her don't look at her don't look at her QAQ

"So, I'm right..."

"So what do you want to do?" Luo Keke interrupted bluntly, looking directly at him calmly, she dared not look at his bubbles anymore.

Today is Christmas Day, but the big conspiracy of 221B is already evolving towards a disaster that may be irreversible.The little Shiba Inu seemed to have a premonition of something, and sat quietly on the side from the beginning to the end, without saying a word.

"Even if all of this is true, what do you think?" Rococo repeated, speaking slower than before, "Call the police? Dissect me? Or will you lose all interest in me because of the unlocking of the secret? "

These speculations are reasonable.

Hearing this, Sherlock's eyelids drooped, and he suddenly realized something. When he looked at Rococo again, his expression was a little strange, "No, I just..."

The world is dead, Rococo really wants to give Sherlock a fruit fork and run away.

"I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen, whatever you say is right, you win. So you let me be quiet." So Luo Keke escaped badly, she rushed out of the door, and flew down building.

At the same time, the poor Sherlock didn't say a key word in a daze.

"Sherlock, what happened?" Watson walked into the room step by step, turning his head three times. "Miss Rococo rushed down just now, holding a...fruit fork in her hand. Did you fight her with this thing?"

Sherlock ignored Watson, he went straight to the window, looking downstairs through the glass: Rococo stopped a taxi and left.

"Where is Miss Rococo going?" Watson followed and looked out the window.

His ex just broke up with him this morning, will the number of singles in 221B increase to two?

Sam: Bow woof! (I don't agree!)

Sherlock frowned, and looked at the taxi far away with deep eyes.

As the saying goes, solving puzzles is fun for a while, so turn back and run away with your girlfriend.

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At dinner time, on a bench three kilometers away from Baker Street, Rococo folded his arms and rubbed his arms against each other.

Overwhelmed and frightened, Luo Keke silently covered his face.She didn't want to be quiet anymore, it was just cold and quiet now.

The money in her pocket is only enough for her to get here, who knows that the streets are sparsely populated, and all kinds of shops are closed for the festival.

I still remember when the driver of the rough car asked her where she was going, she replied with a sigh: "I only have ten pounds in my pocket, just watch and drive."

So Rococo successfully led the taxi driver to be confused.See how to open it?This is the same as ordering "casual" when ordering food!

It was scary for the old driver to be stunned. He watched the car drive, and Rococo was dumbfounded after getting out of the car.

Let's take a look at Lost · Regret · Can't find a rental · Rococo's current equipment: fruit fork x1... It's so naive, do you think there will be other things after the ellipsis?

Regret flowed against the current, and her first choice should be to fight Sherlock first.Speaking of Sherlock, she remembered the gift she hadn't opened yet...

The sky began to snow, and Luo Keke felt that he probably forgot to forward the koi recently.It's a pity that things like getting lost at Christmas don't make the newspapers.

After the hair was covered with a lot of snow flakes, she saw two people approaching with their arms not far away.

It's time to ask for help with her mobile phone. When she thinks of her mobile phone and wallet lying on 221B for the holidays, she feels that her dantian is stuffy, which can be summed up simply as "heart blockage".She might spend the night at the police station and volunteer for the 'Scotland Yard' Christmas squad.

Just as Rococo took a step, one of the two stumbled straight to the ground.The people in the same company were stunned for a second before squatting down to check.

"What's wrong with her?" Rococo trotted closer.You shouldn't run into Pengci at this kind of night, right?

This seemed to be a couple. The men who were walking together were a little confused, and a strong smell of alcohol emanated from their bodies.

"Probably...drunk. We drank a lot at dinner tonight." The man clumsily tried to pull the woman up on the ground.

His thoughts were chaotic, and various pictures in the bubble were mixed together.And this woman is definitely not as simple as being drunk, because she... has no bubbles.

"Wait a minute." Rococo stretched out his fingers to detect the woman's breath, and retracted after three seconds.really.

Now, I can go to the newspaper. =dish=

"Quickly call the police and call an ambulance." After Rococo's voice fell, the drunk man was still in a foggy state, and she wanted to slap the man twice.

"Do you want to keep your wife's body for the New Year? Call now!" she added.

Only then did the man understand the seriousness of the matter. After confirming that his wife hadn't let out her anger, it seemed like a huge explosion had occurred in his originally chaotic thinking, and he instantly sobered up.

It seems that she has joined the 'Scotland Yard' duty team first...

After the man reported to the police, he stared blankly at his wife lying motionless on the ground, and murmured to himself, "Why did this happen all of a sudden, it's impossible..."

"It's impossible, this lady had the corresponding symptoms about an hour ago."

The voice from behind Rococo made her only breath in.Then a coat was covered on her shoulders, with Sherlock's unique breath, it pressed against her warmly.

Didn't wait for the 'Scotland Yard' duty team, but Sherlock Holmes, Rococo hasn't figured out how to face it yet Help QAQ Rococo turned around, raised her head and met Sherlock's invisible eyes It was mixed with embarrassment and panic.

Terrible, she is no longer the one who sees through everything, but the one who is seen through.

"I..." Her voice was like a buzzing whisper.

The sudden hug in the night made her a little overwhelmed, the force seemed to want to crush her into his arms.

Rococo stands on the side of the road with a dead body and incredible man lying at his feet.For Sherlock, these seem to have nothing to do with him, and now he only cares about one person.

With a very light sigh, Sherlock's voice sounded steadily: "Rococo, I'm sorry."

Xue Ye's apology was very clear, right next to her ear.

You, have you considered the feelings of the corpse?

The author has something to say: The title of this chapter is adopted from the little angel RoseMarie, and the copyright belongs to it. Memoza.

Time to crack the case.