[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

In the past few days, Rococo has been recalling the last night with Sherlock.

She still remembers that in the dark night, she listened to the approaching sirens and looked helplessly at her right hand and the handcuffs that bound her.

Just when she was about to do something, that person appeared in front of her, Moriarty.

Rococo's first reaction was that he was here to trouble her.Well now, Sherlock tied his girlfriend and delivered it to his opponent.

Unexpectedly, Moriarty knelt down suddenly, clasped his hands together, and repeated "I'm sorry" in a mournful tone.

"I'm sorry, really, really sorry. He paid me to do it, Sherlock made me do it." More like the one the police searched the streets for.

"What do you mean?" If it wasn't for the bubble that belonged to this top criminal, Rococo would probably suspect that this was another person who looked very much like Moriarty.

"Ms. Rococo, I know you are innocent and you did no harm." Moriarty half stood up, holding his face in confusion, "You will be framed, it was all planned by Sherlock, and that one will hypnotize you." fake lawyer, and I contacted him on his behalf. So, I'm really, really sorry. My name is Charlie Brooker, but Sherlock gave me a new name, the so-called Moriarty, and I'm out of a job, and I Need money, and he pays me..."

His voice became softer and softer, and finally stopped abruptly in the empty alley.

Rococo doesn't understand, why do people with high IQs especially like acting?

"Compared to Sherlock, I have to tell you the truth, your acting skills..." Rococo paused, trying to find the most appropriate word, "You are really good at picking your feet."

"No no no no." Moriarty repeatedly denied, "I'm telling the truth, you can read the newspaper the day after tomorrow. He pays me to play whoever he wants, what he wants to do Hero. What I said is true, I came here to tell you the truth, and I don’t want you to continue to be deceived by him.”

He waved his hands, looking annoyed.

It's not that it's too bad, but it's really terrible.

But Rococo witnessed with his own eyes how Sherlock broke down the complicated cases in his brain, and then asked her opinion with a look of "I know everything".Or ignore the danger and devote yourself to the case. When he is intoxicated, he looks like a lonely warrior. It's not that no one can help him, but that others can't catch up with him.And she had unconsciously disliked it a long time ago, and it could even be said that she liked staying by his side. She tried to catch up with this pace and made adventure a part of her life.

She loves that man not only because of her ability to help her see what many people can't see, but because beside him, she really feels a kind of magic that attracts her.So would Sherlock Holmes do this kind of thing?She is 100% convinced that he will not.

"What would you do if... I mean if I didn't believe you?"

[She doesn't believe me.Then tomorrow morning's news headline will probably be "Fake Detective Removes Handcuffs, Cuts off Girlfriend's Wrist to Escape Hunt". ]

Why do humans hurt each other?

When Rococo saw Moriarty's bubbles at this moment, she was startled, and then threw herself on the hand that was bound by her handcuffs, buried her face in her arm, and sobbed.

"I don't believe...I don't believe that Sherlock will lie to me. I always thought that Sherlock is very powerful. He can solve the crime with only a small clue at the crime scene...I, I..."

She shook her head, explaining to Moriarty that she had doubts about Sherlock with her acting skills.

"I'm sorry about that," came Moriarty's despondent voice, "but I have to tell you what I'm telling you is true. You can investigate, I'm a former children's story teller in You also saw the video in the taxi, Sherlock gave me the script, I read it, that's what I do best."

Rococo cried louder, and she heard the sound of sirens close at hand.She suddenly understood why Sherlock left her at this intersection.

After the handcuffs fell to the ground with a "click", she ran towards the police car that was about to drive in the middle of the road and stopped her.

A long time ago, after Sherlock taught her a little bit of swordsmanship, he taught her how to untie some knots and use ordinary hairpins to untie handcuffs. You know, she almost learned to cry.Although a bit slower, the effect is still there.

So this is the first time in Detective Lestrade's more than 30 years of professional career that he saw the prisoner run towards the police car after escaping, and he was so happy.

=dish=

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Rococo naively thought that he would see Sherlock again soon, and at worst he would be a neighbor in the police station's interim room. Unexpectedly, he heard the news of Sherlock's death the next day.

"He killed Moriarty, jumped off the top floor of the hospital, and died on the spot." This is what Watson said with his own eyes.

"He let you in, probably to protect you, those killers almost killed Mrs. Hudson because of that password." This is also what Watson said.

She thought it was a joke at first, but until she looked up and saw the scene that Watson was playing repeatedly in her mind while she was narrating, Sherlock jumped from the top floor and hit the ground straight, the scene with blood on his head, Luo Coco can no longer listen to the next thing.

Today is the day she was acquitted.

Sherlock sent a letter to the police before jumping off the building, saying that she put the photo in Rococo's desk, that he "deciphered" the location of the factory for Rococo, and that everything was planned by him. Know nothing.

So, did Sherlock Holmes think that after taking all the blame for Rococo, she would forgive him for leaving her behind?no way.

She asked many people, and they all circled [Sherlock Holmes is dead. ]

Sherlock Holmes dead?The best actor in London, a great detective with top-notch detective skills, a genius with a palace in his bubble, and Rococo's favorite person, Sherlock Holmes, is dead?

For the first time she wished she could not see other people's minds, so that she could deceive herself: everyone deceived her.

As soon as Rococo returned to 221B Baker Street, she nestled into Sherlock's exclusive sofa chair, thinking about all this quietly, thinking about this thing that she had thought about countless times.

"Honey, maybe it's better to cry." Mrs. Hudson put down a cup of hot water beside her, and slowly patted her shoulder with one hand, suggesting softly.

Sam nestled on the side tactfully, and did not ask for a hug as usual.

Rococo was still very quiet, the suppressed emotion in her body made her not cry so easily.So until now, she has not cried after hearing the news of Sherlock's death.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." Rococo felt her voice was a little hoarse when she spoke, but she still couldn't cry, "Is it strange that I would like such a person that so many people hate?"

Mrs. Hudson hugged her lightly, held her face again, her voice was a little choked: "My dear, he is indeed annoying to many people. He mocked me many times and told me not to play scratch games, and even put strange The organs are in the freezer...but I know you don't hate him, on the contrary you can understand him, you know what was my first reaction when I saw Sherlock look at you like that? Oh my god! How lucky he is!"

Rococo blinked his eyes: "I thought you would say 'she is so lucky'."

"Oh, how can someone so annoying as him make others feel lucky? He was lucky to meet you." Mrs. Hudson forced a smile, "Seriously, cry. I'll Go get you something to eat."

She wanted to persuade Rococo to cry, but she cried herself. Mrs. Hudson took two tissues and ran downstairs.

Rococo was bored in the room all morning, and finally failed to cry.He dated her longer at the crime scene than at the dinner table; he dictated more cases to her than sweet words.The memories he left for her are not something ordinary couples can have... So she couldn't cry even more. When she cried, it was equivalent to her accepting the fact that he was dead.

That's what's really sad.

When Sam learned to walk himself, Rococo came out of 221B.

She was going to get the Christmas present that Sherlock left her, and she had been delaying the Christmas present for several months.Then get out of here and go somewhere else.It could be anywhere, but never Baker Street.

She applied to the bank. After checking her documents, the bank staff took a look at her and took her to the VIP room to wait.

When Rococo was about to lose his patience, the door of the VIP room was opened.Entering was Holmes, Mycroft Holmes.

"Don't tell me that you are here to inherit the legacy your brother left to his girlfriend." Rococo had doubts about his arrival, but what happened now was meaningless to her.

"Although I don't know how you did it, I said before that he will need my help." Mycroft said something incomprehensible, "Moriarty's remnants have not been cleared, I can't speak .But he told me I just had to think about it." He nodded his head.

Rococo instantly understood what she meant.

She always thought that in Mycroft's equally astonishing mind, there were only plans and intrigues in the officialdom, and every time he hit the ball was an implementation of the government's secret policy.But today is different, a sentence is repeated in his bubble: [Sherlock is not dead, go find him. ]

These words crashed into her brain like a shocking explosion.

Still in shock, the clerk left with his black umbrella.

Then the bank clerk who came in brought in a box, that Christmas gift that was long, long overdue.

After the box was opened, a small wooden long box lay in the center.Rococo opened it carefully, and what lay inside the soft box was not a ring or a necklace, but a headband, and the decoration on the headband was a silver dove. The little dove spread its wings to fly decoration on the headband.

Rococo can fully imagine Sherlock's expression of "Are you kidding me" when Sherlock asked the clerk to change the necklace to a headband after picking out this silver necklace.

The hair rope was held in her hand for less than ten seconds. Rococo ignored the expression of the bank staff at the door and rushed out. She knew where to find Sherlock.

There are few passers-by in the square under the setting sun, and flocks of pigeons fly tirelessly from one end to the other.Rococo still remembers the scene where she casually spilled a whole bag of pigeon food on the ground. She walked on the square and observed the tourists sitting on the benches. Their bubbles were ordinary, not the palace she remembered. .

Until she heard the violin music played by someone on the other end, her eyes became moist. It was a solo performance of Beethoven's "D Major".She played Beethoven in D major, a little bit more playfully, on Christmas Eve.

She looked towards the source of the music. It was an ordinary wandering entertainer, wearing a brown shabby coat, a beret of the same color, and two beards under the nose.Dense musical notes surrounded his huge palace, and in the musical notes, someone could be vaguely seen standing there, but it was her "herself".

He stood in a corner of the square, playing the tune with ecstasy, completely unaware of her approach.Rococo's eyes were already red.

When she was very close, she stopped, wiped her eyes, and then took out a one-yuan coin from her pocket. She still remembered that she was in the temple of his thinking, throwing a coin into the sky, shouting "Heads you win!" , tails I lose".Now, she threw the coin in her hand into the open can in front of him, and there was a clear sound of the coin colliding.

"Thank you..." He opened his eyes and wanted to thank her, but this simple word stopped halfway when he saw her appearance.

"Would you like to have a cup of coffee together, great musician?" she found her voice trembling as she spoke.

"It's a great honor, my lady." He called her madam, not miss.Then he bowed respectfully and ended the unfinished performance.

She followed him, walking silently, and when she turned around the empty alley, she finally couldn't help it, and he stopped at the same time, took off his hat, turned around and used his lake green eyes looked at her.

He opened his mouth, just about to say something, but saw Rococo's red eyes: "If you dare to apologize, I will beat you."

He was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly hugged her.It seems that the emotions of this period of time have poured into today, Luo Keke can't hold back anymore, she cried for the first time.She never called his name from the beginning to the end, and neither did he.

When Rococo finally calmed down, she raised her face from his arms and looked at him seriously: "Tell me, sir. How long have you wasted in that square?"

"19 days, enough to solve the 'Scotland Yard' case for half a year." He answered her.

"What about the future? What do you want to do?" Rococo was a little worried.

"I've already planned what to do." He paused and added, "But just waste a little more time before that..."

Before Sherlock finished speaking, Rococo held down his shoulders and pressed down. She tore off the two tufts of beard, and then kissed him fiercely, trying to vent the grievances during this period.She didn't accept his apology, but she had to let him know that she was angry.

From dissatisfaction to an increasingly soft touch, the kiss ended on her own initiative.

"I'm afraid there will be some troubles in the next year or two. If you plan to follow me, you may have to leave England." Sherlock wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

"Any place with worldwide unsolved mysteries is fine, I won't pick." Rococo smiled and blinked.

Streets, alley corners, and what follows will probably be a story of a violin tramp and a fortune-telling con artist traveling around Europe.

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The author has something to say: end of text.

When I wrote the end, I felt that another world of mine was perfect. This story was just a brain hole, and then it became longer and longer, and today it has more than 20 words. There may be countless bugs in it, and there may be many that are difficult for everyone to accept. The plot, which has been broken for months, is great that it is no longer a pit.So I sincerely thank the readers who have been with me for so long, and thank you for liking this story.And those girls who feed me, I try to remember as many IDs as possible every time, thank you for your support.

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