[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Constable A of Scotland Yard, a member of the Christmas Duty Squad, and Detective Lestrade rushed to the scene after receiving the call.

In the past few years in the industry, he has seen people wailing beside dead bodies, and people posing for photos and posting them on social networking sites.This was the first time he saw a couple of steps away from the corpse, a man and a woman embraced, the man's coat was draped over the woman's body, after he finished the embrace, he turned around and squatted down to check the corpse. stood up.This kind of scene of the times, which is so incongruous and extraordinary, is really... a shit.

Detective Lestrade beside him only changed his face for a second or two before regaining his composure.It seems that he really wants to learn (learn) (learn) (learn) (student) with this knowledgeable police detective.

Detective Lestrade: Hehe, I'm used to the two talking at the crime scene.

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At this time, Rococo, the female number one in the eyes of Police Officer A, after a short recovery, said cautiously to Sherlock: "Why would you..."

"Why did I find you?" The moment Sherlock got up, he briefly glanced at the ambulances and police cars parked on the side of the street and the people who came, and then returned to Rococo's face, "You didn't bring a mobile phone, and you didn't Bring your wallet, as far as I know you will rarely carry more than £10 on you, and there is a very good chance of getting off within three miles, so..."

Rococo was stunned: "So you successfully deduced where I will get off?"

Sherlock: "So I hacked into the city's road surveillance, and I memorized the taxi license plate."

Rococo: "..."666

Actually, what she wants to ask is not this _(:з」∠)_

"Actually, I want to ask..."

"Ahem, what a coincidence, I will meet you here." Detective Lestrade coughed lightly, trying to grab the two people's attention, "So you are the first witnesses?"

Luo Keke, who was interrupted again, swallowed what he wanted to say, and glanced at the man who was holding on to the ambulanceman and still did not believe his wife was dead: "To be precise, it was me and him, and he was the one who reported the crime."

Detective Lestrade looked from Rococo's face to Sherlock's and back again.

"It's a bit far from Baker Street. Did you come here for a walk after dinner?"

The conflicts within the family cannot be made public, and Rococo struggles with how to answer this question. For example, "In order to meet the new measures of the police station to remodel and strengthen her body, she adds every evening run to her schedule." This excuse is already on her lips, Mr. Sherlock One step responded mercilessly to the police detective: "Instead of speculating about our intentions here, you might as well spend more time interrogating this lady's cousin."

"Cousin?" Detective Lestrade was surprised. "The ambulance personnel just initially determined that the poisoning was caused by excessive alcohol. What does this have to do with the deceased's cousin?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

Rococo looked at the [? ? ? ], plus his help-seeking gaze, he could only shrug his shoulders helplessly.

Apparently only for one particular person, sorry she couldn't help.

Detective Lestrade has long been used to Sherlock's "I know what she knows but you don't" mode, and he asked cooperatively: "What is so obvious?"

"Rococo, you have been in contact with the corpse longer than me, tell him."

Sherlock, who was beside Rococo, put one hand around her waist, as if afraid of her running away, and led her to the corpse that was about to zip up and put in the body bag.

Rocco could have assured that even if she spent another night with the body, she would not have made the victim's cousin a suspect.Her detection ability is not at the same level as Sherlock's.

Rococo, who couldn't count on the bubbles, took a serious step forward, patted Detective Lestrade's arm solemnly, and then asked seriously: "Detective Detective Lestrade, do you understand?" ?”

Seeing the police detective's expression of "Why do you understand that I still don't understand", Luo Keke scored [-] points for his pretending just now.

Of course, Sherlock could just as easily put a minus sign in front of it.But today, he didn't do that.

Sherlock hugged Rococo's hand, and naturally slipped into the inside of the coat, holding one of her hands in his palm.But his eyes fell on the corpse, and he spoke smoothly: "There are severe erythema on the back of her hand. Obviously, the erythema spreads not only on the arms but also all over the body. There are only a few scratched skin flakes in the nails, which shows that the erythema was produced in recent years. Within hours. I'm more prone to food allergies than alcoholism. The victim obviously doesn't hurt herself, and only those close to her know that she is allergic to a certain food. Allergies to bread, milk, potatoes, chicken, wine... Originally got entangled in one of these... or several. The victim rolled onto the floor and fell out of the gift box. She put the gift and the key key coin together, obviously not to the giver. Heart. It's not a party to look forward to for her."

"So the murderer is the one who gave this gift?"

Inspector Lestrade felt as though he had found a way.

Sherlock dismissed it: "How I wish you had some helpful thoughts when you interrupted me."

Rococo noticed that Sherlock had his eyes on her, and like so many times in the past, she knew what he wanted her to say, as if nothing happened this afternoon, she was still the one to him who could always "chance" with him Think of a Rococo to go together.

It's a pity that Rococo skills can't be used for the time being, only basic attacks are left.She also noticed the items rolled on the ground when Sherlock was mentioning the gift, and she speculated in Sherlock's way of thinking: "The gift box is carefully wrapped in bright paper, and the traces on the ribbon It also shows that the bow was tied a few times before it was satisfactory. The gift giver was very concerned about it, and it is unlikely that she would suddenly change her mind and kill the victim."

Sherlock didn't refute, so Rococo just stood aside in front of him. _(:з)∠)_

"But how did you deduce the identity of the cousin?"

Inspector Lestrade's silence did not touch any doorway.

"It can't be seen from her, but it can be seen from him." Sherlock turned his gaze to the man who was also listening a few steps away, "The number of times he slept with the victim's cousin can't be counted with two hands The hickey on the back of the neck is a different color from the victim's lip gloss. Looking at the ring, he obviously has someone he likes more."

"How could Sansa?!" The man couldn't believe it when he heard it.

"He didn't know it himself, but he told me it all through other things." Sherlock added, "Now, you're almost even getting names."

"But I still don't understand..."

"If you want me to analyze it one by one for you, probably next Christmas will come soon." Sherlock withdrew his arm around Rococo, and took Rococo's cool hand that was close to his body, "So Check it out before Christmas next year."

Rococo left with Sherlock so logically, without confession, or even clarification, just like that... left =皮=

Before leaving, she caught a glimpse of Detective Lestrade's head [Usually Sherlock would finish speaking to show off his clever brain...fortunately our interrogator is Rococo].

This means that she will have to work overtime tomorrow! =dish=

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The taxi stopped at the door of 221B. Sherlock, who would usually suffocate if he didn't say anything, was exceptionally quiet. He only held Rococo's hand along the way.

Rococo stopped in front of the door, hesitating a little.

"Sherlock, I wanted to ask..."

"Why is it my cousin?" Sherlock took up the topic, "The necklace on her neck is a pair of chains, but her husband doesn't have one, so the other one must be a relative or a friend. The silver necklace is very old. For a long time, she used to cherish it, but there are a few black spots, and the lack of maintenance recently shows that her relationship with the other owner of the chain has deteriorated. She will wear it at dinner parties, probably because she wants to maintain it on the surface A relationship, and this person is of course a member of the party, or one of the hosts who prepared the food. The gift is signed by her aunt, so who else?"

In front of Rococo, he still wanted to show off to some extent. If the details were to be discussed until next year's Christmas, he would not mind very much.

One of Sherlock's hands was already on the doorknob, but Rococo dragged it back.

"No, I want to ask..." Luo Keke couldn't remember how many times he repeated this sentence.She began to wonder if Sherlock was avoiding the subject on purpose.

"Did I even walk your pup today?" he took again. "The answer is 'yes'."

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, can you let me finish?" Rococo couldn't help it.

Sherlock finally stopped responding and watched her with the help of dim street lights.

Rococo took a deep breath: "I want to know, why are you apologizing?"

The great and mighty Sherlock Holmes, who was never willing to admit that his reasoning was wrong because of others, is now the focus of the London Times and apologized to her.

He was silent for a few seconds, apparently avoiding the topic.

The lights on the side of the road flickered almost invisible, and after a few seconds, Rococo asked for the answer: "Your behavior is contrary to what I imagined before I made a guess. John interpreted this as my self-righteousness and recklessness. , He said to apologize to you while it is still possible, I rarely agree with his point of view, but I think this is advisable."

"So you're saying that you're apologizing because you think Watson is right?"

Rococo was a little disappointed. Sherlock apologized because of Watson's persuasion.

Sherlock didn't let go of Rococo's look. After a little hesitation, he turned his gaze to one side: "You said 'you won' this afternoon, but I had a completely different opinion after you turned and left. Now I know I didn't win , obviously, I made a fatal but inevitable 'mistake' in front of you, and I got emotional. Do you think your secret is what I care most about now?"

"I think." Rococo nodded seriously.

Sherlock: "..."

——It’s not your secret (it’s you) that I’m most concerned about so far.

She had never heard Sherlock say any sweet words, and it was impossible for him to say anything, but she could guess some things, not by the air bubbles, but by the real existence of the live beating heart in her chest.

Luo Keke pursed her lips lightly, and she tiptoed, this was the first time she took the initiative.

The door of 221B opened, and the furry object fell heavily on Rococo's calf.

The moment Watson opened the door, he understood what he had broken. When two eyes gathered, he pointed to the little Shiba Inu: "It kept scratching the door. I think you probably opened the door because you came back."

In theory, the best object to throw the pot away.