[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

There is a kind of blame that must be thrown away, and there is also a kind of retribution that must come.

One morning after the festival, Luo Keke failed to be woken up by himself.The thermometer showed that her body temperature was a little bit higher than the normal body temperature, just a little bit, which made her feel weak all over, with heavy eyelids and weak limbs.She thought of Sherlock, whose body temperature was higher than that of Mimi more than half a year ago, and her feng shui turned, and her heart was blocked.

Let her quietly use her messy brain to deal with what happened in the past half month on the bed.

After that night, she managed to catch a cold first, and then Sherlock kept silent about the secret he had cracked. She wanted to tell the code she got from Adler several times, but Sherlock insisted that he would crack it himself. She still remembered that he told her: "Rococo, there are enough boring things, this is the only fun I have recently." I won't listen don't tell me I'm Sherlock Holmes who can never fail to let his girlfriend tell me the answer".

Oh, save yourself, Rococo went directly to Mycroft and exchanged the password for a sum of "pocket money".

Then there's the much-anticipated (and not) Sherlock's pick of Christmas presents.Rococo made enough mental preparations before disassembling. The most anticipated situation is that Sherlock gets an assist from Watson and knows what gift should be given to his girlfriend, or a suit of the same style as him. The worst skeleton friend is It won't fit in this tiny box.

Untie the bowknot and unfold the outer packaging. The small box, which is bigger than the palm of your hand, is carefully opened. Inside the box is a folded piece of paper and another smaller box.

What do you associate with a box smaller than a palm at first glance?ring?You are so naive.Inside the box was a key, Rocco had seen it, the key to the bank safe.And the note said: "It's not the time yet." Of course, Luo Keke didn't care if it was the time. She went to the bank with the key and was told that the deposit could only be opened after one month's storage period.

The promised Christmas gift still has jet lag, and the bad review is one star.

Finally, this morning, Rococo's cold finally got worse, and his body temperature was higher than Sam's.She also promised Sherlock yesterday that she would go to Dartmoor with him today to solve a client's case.So this burden was placed on Watson's shoulders.

"Sherlock, before you go, I want to ask you one thing." Rococo held Sherlock's hand with his dizzy head on his head.

"102 degrees Fahrenheit means that the virus in your body is struggling too much. I think I might be able to postpone this commission until..."

"No need!" Luo Keke interrupted him, "I'll just take some medicine and rest. You have made an appointment with the client, haven't you?"

There have been very few cases in recent days, and Sherlock's state is like a stuck rocket, giving her a feeling of "going to blow up" all the time.As long as Rococo can sit on the sofa for three to ten minutes, Sherlock can complain for three to ten minutes. He flipped through the newspapers, complaining about the boredom of the press, and trying to find a major worldwide case from the cracks of Sudoku.

It's a pity that the world's major case was not found, and the people around were tortured to death:

"Mrs. Hudson, did you go to Chatterjee at the bakery? You really thought he was going to take you on a cruise with breadcrumbs on your new dress?; metal dust in your nails, Are you playing scratch-off again? We all know you didn't end well with that thing."

"John, you should stay away from the woman who was waiting at the door yesterday. I smelled men's cologne when I passed by her. She just got off someone else's bed before seeing you; you haven't exercised too much recently, you The creases in your clothes tell me you're cycling less, using public transport more, and your weight is at risk."

"Rococo, you...do you want to change your sleeping environment tonight?"

Well, only if she was a little less tormented.

When Rococo dreamed last night, Sherlock was still running around the room in his head, with countless symbols and capitalized "really boring" bubbles on his head.

If he stayed, she would have to give up treatment.

"Dear Sherlock, I only ask you one thing." Rococo repeated the original words, with a gentle (weak) tone, "I hope you can help me tell Mrs. Hudson to solve it for me while I am semi-conscious. Sam's convenience."

Sherlock: "..."

After Sherlock and Watson left, the most direct beneficiary was the little Shiba Inu, who could finally stick to his mistress unscrupulously all the time.For example, lying on the floor next to the bed, lying on the floor next to the bed, and lying on the floor next to the bed.woof woof woof woof QAQ (the hostess doesn't get out of bed at all QAQ)

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That afternoon, Luo Keke was woken up from his sleep, and the doorbell of 221B was kept ringing.It seemed that someone didn't really want to respect her as a patient.

"Mrs. Hudson, who's out there?"

After waiting for a while, the door of the room was opened.

Mrs. Hudson poked her head in, with a melancholy look on her face: "Someone came to Sherlock to solve his troubles. I told him that Sherlock had gone out, but he refused to listen. He said he would sit at the door and wait until the detective came back."

As if in response to Mrs. Hudson's words, the doorbell rang again hastily.

"Please, give me a call from Mr. Holmes. I'm afraid only he can solve this matter."

Finally, after Sam couldn't help screaming a few times, Rococo jumped off the bed.

Now she not only has temperature, but also temper.

The moment the door was opened, Rococo failed to express his temper.The man in front of him was about 30 years old, with dark circles under his eyes that seemed to have been awake for three days and three nights, his mental state was not good, the stubble on his chin had not been shaved, his clothes were wrinkled, and he seemed to have a higher fever than her. patients are even worse.

His bubble contains a dim light bulb that blinks and some strange glyphs, including a capitalized "scared".

"Sir, are you sure you are looking for Mr. Holmes, not Dr. Watson?" Luo Keke touched his forehead with the back of his hand, but he was not much better.

The man's eyes lit up, and he held Rococo with one hand as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "I saw you in the newspaper, you are Mr. Holmes's girlfriend! I need his help, I really need it! Can you help me?" Can you help me contact him?"

Rococo silently withdrew his hand and replied with a bit of regret: "I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes is probably hundreds of miles away in Dartmoor now, I can temporarily record your information, and I will contact you when he comes back .”

The man was in a bit of pain, and thought for a while: "How about I tell you the situation, and you convey it to him for me. If this matter is not resolved, I'm afraid I won't even dare to go back to my house."

Rococo took a few deep breaths in an attempt to increase the amount of oxygen he inhaled to relieve his dizziness.Of course, it didn't help.

"Okay, then you come in with me."

Rococo didn't have the strength to pour tea for the man, so she spread it into Sherlock's sofa chair as soon as she went up to the second floor.Compared with Rococo who was about to cry, Sam was full of energy from the moment she got out of bed, rubbing against her feet inseparably.

"My name is Danson Hopkins. I have encountered the scariest thing in my life recently." He just started, then stopped and looked at Rococo, "Excuse me, can you record it . . . I hope to bring Mr. Holmes complete information."

Rococo is really about to cry QAQ

She regretted persuading Sherlock to leave this morning, begging to start all over again.

She took out the unwritten notebook and a pen from the drawer, and sat back on the sofa chair.

Hopkins finally told the story:

"A few days ago, I bumped into a strangely dressed man on the street. He was wearing a hat and holding a long pole in his hand. I couldn't see his face clearly. I was about to apologize and leave when he suddenly sighed that I recently How bad luck I was, and the fact that I lost my job, got a loan, and my wife left me. It convinced me he wasn't simple."

"...Wait a minute, Mr. Hopkins." Rococo interrupted, "Do you know that there is a way of defrauding that the same message is sent to hundreds or thousands of people, and after spreading the net widely, someone will always meet the conditions and be fooled. "

Rococo's first reaction to this kind of experience was to meet a fortune teller on the side of the road, catch you and tell you that your complexion is not good, and Yintang turns black. If it happens that this person has really encountered some bad luck recently, he will Will beg you for money.

Mr. Hopkin shook his head: "No, he spoke in detail, and asked me if I hadn't slept well recently. I told him that I always heard noises outside the door in the middle of the night, and every time I went back to the apartment, I would see some strange things at the door. The symbol, it reappeared a few days after I wiped it off, I suspect that someone has performed some witchcraft or tampered with me. There is also the door light at the door of my house, no matter how many bulbs I change, it always blinks. It's dim."

It's just... self-shooting, the liar doesn't have to make up anything, he just admits he's been witched ==

"I think you should see a doctor rather than a detective." Rococo euphemistically mentioned.

"No, do you think it's a hoax?" Mr. Hopkins was agitated. "The man just told me to 'call the police' and left. Liars don't do that kind of thing, do they? But you know, neither do the police." Will accept this kind of police report for no reason, should I tell them that I feel cursed?"

The notebook in front of Rococo was blank, and it was hard for her to say whether there really was such a thing as witchcraft.

She promised Mr. Hopkins an answer to-morrow, and the poor stubborn man left.

After that, Rococo called Sherlock several times, but no one answered.She was dizzy, and she just wanted to be quiet like a sick girl, but she couldn't do it.

At night, before she was about to fall asleep, Sherlock finally called her back: "Rococo, I'm afraid you can't believe it, I encountered an interesting case here."

Luo Keke could already imagine how excited the rocket on the other end of the phone, which was stuck a few days ago, was now.

"It's unbelievable. Cases that interest the great detective Sherlock Holmes are rare. Can I bother you with a boring and untechnical case?"

After Rococo recounted what she heard today, Sherlock's reply made her feel like she wasted her youth.

"Anything else?"

When Rococo was still lamenting how he had wasted the afternoon, Sherlock's voice came from the phone again.

"That's not right, Sherlock." Then she heard Watson's voice, "Have you never called Rococo? You should say something sweet at this time."

"Sweet words," Sherlock repeated.

"Huh?" Rococo pretended not to hear Watson's voice.

"Okay, I can write to you." Watson on the other end of the phone was a little broken. He felt that he had become Sherlock's emotional expert, single emotional expert.

After a while, Sherlock's formulaic rapid speech came from the other end: "Miss me, I miss you very much. You should remember to take your medicine on time when I am not by your side. See you in a few days, love you... …John, is this what you call sweet words? It’s so same, your life is really boring.”

"Okay, Sherlock, then tell me how you want to end it." Dr. Watson seemed to have given up on continuing to treat Sherlock.

Finally, Rococo couldn't hold back and laughed out loud: "Sherlock, in a few days..."

"Rococo, if Mrs. Hudson wears yesterday's dress again, please remember to advise her not to meet the guy in the bakery. If the owner of the restaurant on the next street comes to me, you can tell him that if you want to solve your asthma problem, you can Change those plants in the store', if a lady wearing a long skirt and sunglasses comes to me, you give her the note in the second drawer on the left hand side of the writing desk, which lists all the evidence of her husband's derailment..."

"Sherlock, if you're not willing to end this call, just say so." Rococo smiled.

"Reluctance?" Sherlock argued, "We've only been separated for 14 hours and 25 minutes. If you don't believe me, you can ask John, how can I be reluctant?"

Watson, who had already given up on Sherlock, raised his eyes: You seem reluctant to part with anything.

As a result, the mobile phone number of Sherlock Holmes had the longest call duration since the number was applied for.

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"Is what you said true?"

Mr. Hopkins came to "excuse me" early the next morning, and Rococo felt that his illness would never recover.

"Yes, it's true. The sign on your door is left by thieves. They are just recording when you are not at home to facilitate theft. The movement in the middle of the night is also the same. It is probably to check. As for the light bulb... Before you change the light bulb Check the circuit first, okay?"

As for the fortune teller who met on the way... Luo Keke would never say that it was Sherlock who tortured everyone he met a few days ago.

After Rococo sent the man away, she felt that her patient could finally have a good sleep, the doorbell rang again, loudly, in less than half a second.

In terms of Sherlock's model, this is the principal.

Rococo opened the door, and the lady at the door looked pained: "Please, I must see Mr. Holmes today. Only he can solve this matter."

Rococo, pawn_(:盘」∠)_