[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Luo Keke originally only wanted to solve the case quietly and dutifully, but unexpectedly fell into a pit.

The promised murder weapon was not found, and the little police officer named Sam did not see the attacker. Naturally, the murderer who will be acquitted will not admit that there was anything there.

So Rococo was stunned because he couldn't find a reason to convince the police detective that he would appear there with sufficient evidence.

"Isn't that obvious? The creases in her clothes and the dust on her collar when she was found suggest that she had been in a prone position for at least an hour before that. Rococo had nothing to do with it."

However, Sherlock's "obvious" reasoning was not adopted this time.

"Sherlock, it's not that I don't believe you, but in view of your relationship with Miss Rococo." Detective Lestrade paused here, "I still have some doubts about it."

The silent Rococo didn't pay attention to what Detective Lestrade said, and her attention was on the top of Detective Donovan: [How did he do it?With just one footprint, we found clues that our police officers could not find.Also, the daughter of the ambassador to the United States was too startled when she saw him, so I was a little suspicious of him. ]

It seemed that she was not the only one who was pushed into the pit.

In the end, Rococo's ID card was kept, and he was temporarily allowed to go back to sleep tonight and come back for investigation tomorrow.

"I'm sure that Rococo has nothing to do with this matter. Those policemen must be worrying too much." At the gate of the police station, Watson was the only one among the three who was still speaking, and he reached out to stop a taxi.

"You take the next one, Rococo and I take this one." Sherlock opened the door and let Rococo go ahead.

"Why?" Watson, the single dog, suffered a hundred points of damage.

"You can talk." Sherlock left him mercilessly.

In the taxi, Sherlock supported the window rail with one hand, with the back of his hand resting on his chin.

"A lot of questions? Me too." He waited for a few seconds, but he didn't see Rococo speaking before realizing something, and continued, "You can talk."

"I don't really understand, I read that location, and I don't think it's just a coincidence that I was lured there. How did he do it?"

Luo Keke doesn't think her abilities have been exposed again. If even Moriarty knows her abilities, the world will be too mysterious.

"I saw that person's files and records on your desk earlier. His lawyer has a big problem. He was interrogated by the seer's lawyer. He met the lawyer again the day before his release. Moriarty It’s not a big problem to find a psychological expert who can hypnotize suggestions. Even if you don’t see it in advance, I’m afraid he will tell you the location in other ways. If he wants to continue to frame you, he will probably arrange another Some evidence to convince you." Sherlock looked at Rococo after saying these words with a blank face.

It was such a deep pit, she jumped down before being pushed down, Rococo stroked her forehead. ==#

She sighed: "Then what about you, Sherlock, you are obviously not far from being in the same situation as me."

At this time, the car display on the back of the front seat of the taxi lit up, and after a few flashes, Moriarty's dynamic head appeared on the screen.

With an expression of "you come and hit me", he said excitedly, "Hello, are you ready to listen to the story? This is a story about a knight who always loves boasting. The knight who loves boasting is the bravest among the knights of the round table." He was also the wisest, but over time, other knights began to loathe his heroic deeds, and soon they began to doubt whether the stories about boasting knights were true. So the other knights said to King Arthur: "We don't believe his stories. He is a Great liar, making up stories to deceive us, to show how great he is.' So much so that the king began to doubt him...but his troubles are not over." Moriarty repeated the last sentence , said "End" in a more pleasant tone.

Why is Sherlock about to fall into the pit?Because he is so smart that everyone around him thinks he is smart enough to direct and act on his own.

Rococo quickly realized what Moriarty meant. It was only the beginning that she would be arranged at the kidnapping scene. Sherlock was really targeted.

"Stop!" Sherlock's mood fluctuated a little.

Only then did Rococo turn her attention to the taxi driver. She was too focused on today's encounter before, and failed to notice the taxi driver's bubbles, which Moriarty would have.

She and Sherlock jumped out of the car. After noticing that the driver was Moriarty, Sherlock was about to go up and catch up. He was almost wiped by a vehicle coming from behind. It was a bald man on the side of the road who pulled him up.

Rococo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person who pulled Sherlock, this person was one of the killers whose language was unknown.

"Sherlock, he..." She was about to say something when a gunshot sounded, and the bald man was hit and fell to the ground.

The sleep quality of Baker Street residents was once again disturbed by sirens.

"He saved me, but he couldn't touch me, why?" In 221B, Sherlock quickly realized something, "There are four killers living near my house, they are not here to kill me, but to keep my life. Obviously I have what they need, but as soon as any of them get close to me..."

"The rest will kill him," Watson continued.

He had come right after the gunshots and, according to him, Mycroft had also mentioned the killers to him.

"So what the hell are they going to get from me?"

This is the answer Sherlock is eager to know at the moment. He wakes up Mrs. Hudson and starts looking for hidden cameras in the home.

At this moment, Rococo received a call from the trainee police officer named Sam.

"Ms. Rococo, I believe you are innocent. I am sorry that I was attacked and I couldn't help you, so I secretly found your phone and called you." He should be in the police station. Noisy, as if the voice was deliberately lowered, "They just found the picture of the ambassador's child in the interrogation file in your office drawer. Also, everyone around me is suspicious of Mr. Holmes How did you find those two children with just one footprint? They are all suspicious of you, and the police detective seems to have brought someone to your side. That’s all I know, and I hope it can help you.”

Just as Rococo hung up the phone, Detective Lestrade appeared at the door.

"No, my answer is 'no'." Sherlock took off the camera from the corner, and responded to the detective who didn't say a word.

"I haven't asked anything yet." Inspector Lestrade was puzzled.

"You want to take Rococo and me to the police station." Sherlock had an expected look on his face, "What did you find to prove that Rococo was related to this? There was also that scream, so you also suspected I."

"Will you come with me?" Detective Lestrade glanced at Rococo. He seemed to think that as a member of the police station, oh, a former member, Rococo should cooperate. Doubt, but Rococo, we found photographs in your desk drawer, so..."

Rococo shook his head: "Detective, you must know that no matter how stupid I am, I will never put the evidence that can put me in the cell where you can find it at any time."

"The next thing Moriarty needs is a photo." Sherlock ignored the words of everyone present, "First the rococo at the crime scene, then the screaming of the child, and then the photo of me being taken for questioning, He wants to ruin me bit by bit. It's a game and I don't want to be in it."

"Give my regards to Officer Donovan" were his last words to Lestrade.

After Detective Lestrade left, Rococo quietly stroked Sam lying on her lap.She jumped into a pit by herself and was framed. She has nothing to say, but Sherlock is suspected of being a kidnapper because he is too smart. Is it due to the fact that he usually pretends to be too aggressive?

"Sherlock, they are likely to come with an arrest warrant next, what are we going to do?"

Sam enjoys turning around, his chubby belly facing her.

"Moriarty is playing with everyone's ideas." Sherlock lowered his head and tapped on the computer.

"Sherlock, I really don't want others to think you are a liar." Watson said what was in his heart.

Sherlock put down what he was doing, glanced at Watson, and at Rococo on the sofa.

"Do you think you are likely to be deceived by me too? Are you right to be afraid of them?"

"No, I know what kind of person you are. No one can pretend to be such a nuisance all the time." Watson was firm.

"You say he hates ghosts, you are definitely praising him." Rococo added.

"He wanted to destroy me. It had nothing to do with you. I'm sorry, Rococo." Sherlock got up and approached her, picked up Sam in her arms and threw him on the opposite chair, leaned close to her, and She dropped a kiss lightly to the cheek and repeated, "I'm sorry."

"What do you want to do?" Rococo realized that this second apology was unusual.Her first reaction was to look up at Sherlock's bubbles, but he covered up his original thoughts with dense thoughts.Then she met Sherlock's eyes, and he just looked at her calmly, showing no emotion.

"Cough... I'm sorry, I know it's a bit unreasonable to interrupt you like this." Watson on the side said, "But I've heard the sirens. Are we really not going to do something?"

Do something?

When Rococo was still thinking about this problem, she was already locked in the same handcuffs as Sherlock, and then watched Sherlock grab the gun of the police officer on the side and lead her away from under the eyes of everyone.

Sherlock took her hand, which was firmly bound by handcuffs, and the two ran in the alley. In his bubble was a map of the city.

She still remembered that in the last similar scene, they were chasing someone, but this time they were being chased.

A bubble flashed around the corner behind them, and someone was following them.

Just as Rococo was about to speak, Sherlock said first:

"Our new neighbor is here too, to see if he can give us an answer."

He immediately took Rococo to the speeding bus.Rococo knew what he wanted to do, and he knew the killer would save him.

After being pushed to the ground by the oncoming killer, professional pickpocket Sherlock slipped his gun from the killer's pocket.

And before the killer was killed, they knew the answer: Moriarty left something in Sherlock's apartment, the program code that broke into the Tower of London.

The code weapon that criminal organizations all over the world are eager to get is now in 221B, shouldn't Roco live there feel honored?not at all.

"Okay, now criminals all over the world will be friends with you because of this code." Rococo twitched the corners of her lips, but as a fugitive, she couldn't really laugh.

The newspaper on the side of the road caught her attention. A man named Charlie Brook said that she would announce Sherlock's shocking secret.She knew the reporter in the photo, the one in the toilet.

"Sherlock..." Rococo handed the newspaper to Sherlock, and after looking at him briefly, it became clear that he wanted to start with this reporter.

"So we're going to find her next?" She looked up at Sherlock again.

"No, I'm going to find her."

When Rococo was still thinking about the meaning of what he said, there was a crisp "click" sound, and the single handcuff that originally held Sherlock's left hand was wrapped around the water pipe on the side of the road.

Let's not explore how Sherlock did it, nor how much kickbacks the manufacturer of the handcuffs received.

"Hey!" Rococo burst out with resentful dissatisfaction. She moved her handcuffed right hand without any sign of loosening.

"Sherlock, what the hell are you..."

The remaining half of her sentence was blocked, and Sherlock kissed her unexpectedly, holding the back of her head with one hand, and it was over after a short penetration.

Rococo looked at him and slowly shook his head: "No, I don't accept it."

And his lake green eyes stared at her quietly, without any words.

—He wanted to destroy me.

--I'm very sorry.

When Sherlock turned to leave, Rococo "slumped" with his mind full.

Really want to jump up is a knife.