[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

On the second day after returning from Leatherhead, Rococo received the second shock in his life.

At that time, Rococo was walking back to 222 Baker Street from the supermarket when an ordinary telephone box next to him suddenly rang loudly.She looked around, and the only pedestrians were not far away was a young girl leading a fawn-sized shepherd dog. The shepherd dog got off the leash, and the bubbles on its head merged into a heart shape, and it floated [嗤 woof woof woof cute] Girl~], with four paws waving happily, rushed towards a stray little wild dog across the road.

She hesitated for a while, but finally did not enter the phone booth to answer the call.

At the next intersection, another typical red-painted British-style telephone booth rang at the right time when she passed by, and there were still few pedestrians around. She was the closest to this telephone booth.

Rococo held the mentality of "it's not a hair loss to answer the phone", opened the rather thick glass door, picked up the microphone and put it to his ear.Then wait for the opponent on the opposite side to speak first with the posture of "I will not move if the enemy does not move".

After about 30 seconds, the opposite party probably couldn't stand it anymore, and a "Hello?" came through the receiver first.

"Sorry sir, I can't afford insurance for the time being, and I haven't ordered a package that may be found to contain contraband by the post office. I have no arrears on my bank card, and I am too young to have a child for you to kidnap. Don't tell me that the winning notice is yours. Well, the good thing about the subsidy will not fall on my head... In the end, please don’t try to make me 'guess who you are'." Rococo spent more than a minute listing almost all the deception methods neatly After reading it again, I finally added a sentence, "If you want to add other means, please continue. If you want to say one of the above points, please hang up directly. Thank you for your cooperation."

The other side was silent again for more than 30 seconds, and then said as if he had just breathed a sigh of relief: "Ms. Rococo..."

But Rococo immediately interrupted: "Sorry, even if you bought my personal information from someone for a few pennies, I still don't accept any of the above proposals."

Don't worship her, she is just so cool_(:з」∠)_

There was another silence on the other side.

At this time, someone knocked on the glass door of the phone booth, Rococo turned around, and a woman in a black office dress stood at the door through the glass, holding a mobile phone in her hand, with her head lowered and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up. Mobile phone, behind her parked an all black business car.

"Sorry, I'll give you the phone right away." Rococo hung up the phone directly, but the woman didn't move after pushing the glass door open.

"It seems that you don't want to make a phone call?" Rococo glanced at the business car. The driver in a neat suit stood outside the car and opened the door of the back seat, waiting for someone to get in.

[Yes. ]

The woman didn't say this, but just looked up at her, and continued to play with her mobile phone with her head down, without any intention of giving way.

[Sir, Miss Rococo doesn't seem to want to cooperate. ] Who is she texting with.

Soon the bell rang again, and Rococo made a smart move.She stretched her right hand behind her head and picked up the phone and put it back to her ear, still looking directly at the woman.

"Ms. Rococo, please get in the car."

Kidnap? ! Σ(°△°|||)

She should have added a sentence in front of her: 'If you want to be kidnapped, please call 999'.

"Well, do you have any weapons?" Rococo asked the woman in front of him.

"Of course not." She looked up at her again, then looked down at the phone screen.

[I don't need a weapon at all. ] Her bubble added another sentence in passing, and then with the frequency of her thumb pressing the keyboard, she made up word by word [Honey, I will come back later for dinner tonight, so please treat me well. ]

What kind of person kidnaps a person without even needing a weapon?

"Miss Rococo, I thought you were aware of your situation. Let me say it again, please get in the car."

She couldn't see the bubbles on the other end of the phone line, but she had a gut feeling that the man on the other end wasn't joking.

"Then will you kill me?" Rococo once again targeted the woman in front of her who was kidnapping and texting her boyfriend or her husband.

"Of course not." She answered quickly, without even looking up at her this time.

[We are the regular British government. ]

British government?Luo Keke really couldn't connect the word with "kidnapping", and she was forced to compromise and sat in the car because she couldn't die.

After the driver made more than ten or twenty turns in an area she was not familiar with, she gave up recording the road and could only observe the brown-haired woman beside her. Looking down at the mobile phone in his hand, he was also very drunk.

It was still [She got in the car a second ago. ] After a few seconds, a new bubble formed and became [Oh my dear~ you were amazing last night, don’t be so unconfident~]

Roco could probably read from the air bubbles above her head how divided this lady's heart really was. She naturally didn't ignore the small ring on her right ring finger. Could it be that a woman with a family is not serious about kidnapping people? Is it that casual_(:з」∠)_

"Can I ask where we are going and who we are going to meet?" Rococo knew that she would not tell her, but she was Rococo who saw through everything.

[I hate it dear, don't say such things. ]

Her brain actively filtered the news, and only smiled and said: "Don't worry about this, it's useless to ask."

oh =. =

The car stopped next to an abandoned factory building, and the lady beside her signaled that she could go out.

Rococo pushed open the car door, and a middle-aged man in an elegant three-piece suit stood nearby, holding a long-handled black umbrella in his right hand, with the tip of the umbrella propped on the ground.With a smile on his face, he pointed to an abrupt chair in front of him with the tip of his umbrella, and said, "Please sit down, Ms. Rococo."

"No, since you are so polite, you shouldn't invite me here by threatening." Luo Ke may have seen that the person in front of him is not simple, at least no kidnapper would stand so close to her alone, and even move a The stool asked her to sit down.

"No, no, it's not a threat." He smiled naturally, "You have to do it, and you have to do it."

"We don't play with words, sir, who are you?"

After only the name [Mycroft Holmes] appeared above his head, no more information appeared, which only shows that he kept a high degree of secrecy about himself, and didn't even think about it.

However, she captured the words of Sherlock Holmes very sensitively and still remembered them vividly. In Conan Doyle's original work, if she remembered correctly, this should be the brother of the detective.Take a closer look, if his figure is thinner, he may be closer to that Mr. Detective.

This Mr. Holmes frowned, and looked down at the tip of his umbrella: "I remember that the last time we met was more than three months ago. At that time, although you refused to rent the house to my people, you still agreed to observe it for me. For your upcoming new neighbor, I didn't expect you to change your mind so quickly and hang up on our phone after becoming his assistant."

three months ago?What a pity, when her soul was happily mingling with university courses in a socialist country.

"Sir, I'm a bit forgetful. Did I promise that three months ago?" Rococo kept his eyes on his face as much as possible, and naturally fiddled with his hair from time to time to cover up his glance.

He didn't care about Rococo's dishonesty at all, and continued to smile, with a round voice: "I always thought that a smart person like you would not refuse such a good job."

Good job?Rococo stringed these words together, and she roughly understood: this brother Holmes "greeted" to the previous Rococo not long ago, and asked her to monitor her detective brother for her. Unfortunately, she is no longer the former brother. Rococo.

Haven't experienced blaming her at all?

"Well, we don't turn corners, Mr. Tell me, do you want me to refuse to be Sherlock Holmes' assistant or something else?"

[Instead, I need you to be his assistant. ]

This sentence came out of the bubble when he looked down at his umbrella handle again.

"On the second day after you officially met him, you went with him to Leatherhead, 100 miles away, to handle the case. I thought he was withdrawn and wanted to choose an assistant, especially a woman, who must be trustworthy and reliable, at least I will enter the palace of marriage one day." He paused here expressionlessly, "It seems that I was wrong."

you are overthinking mr oyz

"Not to mention whether you are wrong or not, you also know that smart people will choose what is good for them. And I have no right to say no now."

She remembered that woman's bubbly [British government], if Holmes in front of her was an official from the British government, she couldn't guarantee that there would be a dozen or so machine gunners aiming at her forehead and ready to pull the trigger.

[Suspicion: She is different from the Miss Rococo I have seen in the past. ]

When the typesetting appeared above this Mr. Holmes' head, he swept her over without any trace.

Rococo deeply felt that this feeling was like talking to Sherlock for the first time, stripping his whole body again, exposing everything about himself to the eyes of this man in this factory.Her identity and recent situation appeared in his bubble as if the document had been duplicated, and finally—

[Option [-]: The recent financial situation is not good - money]

"I never coerce people, I can offer you a generous reward." He raised his eyebrows, "You just need to point to me and report to me every now and then."

Who would say that this is not coercing Rococo to promise not to kill him (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ "Can I refuse?" Rococo can feel an undeniable majesty from him, but she is still good Undeadly asked back.

He didn't answer her question right away, but turned the black umbrella while holding the umbrella handle, and walked to one side. It took a while for the voice to come: "Unless the situation I mentioned, you won't."

What kind of situation are you talking about?You said so many words, how did she know which one to refer to =. =

The departed Mycroft Holmes left Rococo with more than just a back view. As he thought about the changes in things, the bubbles above his head began to transform into other things, gradually expanding and becoming larger, as if playing an executive brain Collisions of internal political decisions, things she couldn't understand and incomprehensible administrative schemes filled every corner of the bubble, like [tomorrow use "fishing" to remove the new decision of Lownes.Plan [-]: ...; Plan [-]: ...; Plan [-]: ...; Plan [-]: ...]

If Sherlock's mind is a palace, everything he needs can be gathered in that palace; then this Mycroft's mind is definitely a huge and wide command platform on a political battlefield, and the umbrella is his ball. Rod, every stroke of his is powerful and flawless.

The members of the Holmes family are so terrifying, and they are still reluctant—is it okay to be praised for being smart by such a person? ——The person who was praised as smart was actually dumped by such a person. Rococo, who still has a bay of Drake Passage a few blocks away, wants to be quiet, and don't ask her who Jing Yijing is.