[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

If you want to use one sentence to describe Rococo's mood today, there is only one sentence: that's really fucking hot.

Before going to the East City where the crime happened, Sherlock got out of 221B, crossed two roads, and finally stopped ten meters away from two homeless men, a man and a woman, who were sitting side by side on a chair and stool.

"Did you bring any money?"

Rococo naturally knew that Sherlock was asking her, and answered honestly: "There are fifteen pounds in my pocket."

[Fifteen pounds = borrow clothes temporarily]

Sherlock glanced at her, then at the tramp.

Rococo naturally looked at the pair of homeless men: the man was wearing a pair of patched jeans and a coat with dark stains from being left unwashed for a long time, and the woman was wearing stockings on her legs and an old plaid coat .

Don't tell her that Sherlock wants her to rent these two clothes for fifteen pounds =. =

"Don't be dazed, give them the money and tell them that I asked you to borrow the coat." Sherlock urged.

Rococo shrugged helplessly, took out the fifteen pounds from his pocket and walked up to the two homeless men.

"Mr. Holmes called me..."

When Luo Keke said this name, he clearly saw the two homeless men's heads clearly appearing: [Does that gentleman have any orders? ]

She only paused for half a second, then handed over the fifteen pounds and continued, "I'm asking you to borrow your coat."

So the two tramps took fifteen pounds as usual, then took off their coats and handed them to Rococo.

The young homeless man raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to match the stockings?"

No, girl, I don't want it!

So Rococo returned to Sherlock with two coats with a unique flavor of "jisi".

Face to face is Sherlock's "content" analysis with a long scroll after he glanced at the clothes: [The clothes are stained with 36 kinds of stains (sweat stains, pizza sauce, cola, dust, paint, rust, saliva, soot, soil……)]

The clothes stained with these stains are being held by her, and she doesn't want to look at it anymore QAQ "Mr. Holmes, can you explain?" Rococo is drunk, she really can't connect a disappearance case with these two worn-out clothes together.

"I hope my assistant's brain doesn't rust prematurely." His answer is clear at a glance.

If you don't want to say it, don't say it, don't sarcasm, okay (╯‵口′)╯︵┻━┻ Rococo glanced at the clothes he was holding, swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously: "Aren't we going to change into these clothes, right? ?”

[Ordinary people's intuition is sometimes surprisingly more accurate than careful consideration. ]

Sherlock looked at her with an "or else" expression at the same time.

Who will tell her that using employees' personal property to trade work matters during work and causing harm to employees' hearts does not constitute life imprisonment.

She won't wear it, never!

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As soon as Rococo and Sherlock got off the bus in the East End of London, they each put on the two clothes in the streets and alleys.The original coat on his body was specially sent back to Baker Street.

Do you know what tyranny is?Sherlock actually told her that if she didn't want to go, she could transfer back one-third of the last money from her bank card.

Although she knew that the bank did not provide such services, he was Sherlock Holmes, synonymous with omnipotence.

After Rococo wrapped the clothes, he had the illusion that his whole body was itching.

——It's the dog's day.

"This is the largest distribution center for homeless and beggars in this area." Sherlock collapsed over the outstretched legs of a homeless man who was dozing against the wall.

They were now in a labyrinth of lanes behind tall buildings along the river bank east of London Bridge.It was almost dusk, and most of the homeless people had already found a place to spend the night here.

[Yo, this young couple have never seen each other before. ]

[The girl looks fine. ]

[A total of nearly 100 pounds have been begged today. ]

Different homeless people have different bubbles on their heads, and she even saw the dreams of a few sleeping homeless people directly reflected on their heads.

Sherlock suddenly and unexpectedly walked over to a homeless man, and changed his face in a blink of an eye.

"Hey, you know that weird guy with a bit of a limp? He borrowed some money from me to buy those pills, and he hasn't paid me back yet."

It's not the first time that Luo Ke has seen Sherlock's excellent acting skills. Every expression on his face can explain how angry he is that his money was borrowed.

"Hey, I haven't seen you before." A male homeless man with short brown hair suddenly stood in front of Rococo.

She tried her best to ignore the string floating above his head, which can be summed up as "N ways and N kinds of postures to strike up a girl and have sex with her", and replied to him lightly: "I'm from West London, and..." She Glancing at the Almighty Detective not far away, who was still in the "good British actor" state, "Come to collect debts with my brother."

"Like This."

The homeless man's eyes were naked, and he pushed her closer to the corner.

Well, let her study where the kick is most suitable_(:з」∠)_

When Rococo was still struggling with "one hundred ways to deal with hooligans", he couldn't wait to be pulled by a force, and then saw the poor tramp punched in the face with his own eyes.

"What do you want to do to my girlfriend?" Sherlock yelled at the man with another change of face compared to before.

Rococo glanced at Sherlock's hand holding her arm.If he hadn't seen his outstanding acting skills, Luo Keke might have taken it seriously.

The homeless man was really stunned, covering his face: "Girlfriend? Aren't you..."

Of course, Rococo would not miss the [Fuck?] in his bubble.Siblings? ! ]

"The next time I don't roll, the nasal bone will be broken."

Seeing the homeless man run away, Sherlock let go of his hand, changed back to his usual expressionless face, and said to Rococo: "You're welcome.

She didn't intend to thank you, okay =口=

-

What followed was a long wait.Sherlock found a random place and sat down, and Rococo sat beside him half an arm's distance away.

"Mr. Holmes, I am so shallow and ignorant that I want to hear your reasoning again."

[Possible drug use + disappearance + a large debt incurred not long ago → does not match a small deposit in the bank account → Mr. St. Clair changed occupations (enough to allow him to pay off debts and supply drugs) → this occupation is not the same as the large amount in his pocket Coins related to...]

But this reasoning turned into a rhetorical question and the usual sarcasm from Sherlock's mouth: "Can you see that Mrs. St. Clair is a trainee nurse, but has no way of knowing what we are doing? The work of your brain in a day Is it only a few minutes?"

[Real appearance or pretense? ]

He gouged her out with those eyes, wondering if she really didn't know or if she didn't know.

You didn’t string together the clues in slow motion in front of her before, how did you tell her to know_(:з」∠)_

"So the Mr. St. Clair we are looking for is nearby, and is related to these homeless people?" Rococo ignored his question.

"You're finally willing to put your brain to work?"

"Mr. Holmes, if you encourage me more with less venomous words, maybe my brain will work more diligently."

By the time Rococo realized what she said, she had already slandered herself =. =

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After sitting bored for more than half an hour, Luo Keke had already begun to miss the bowl of black rice porridge he cooked this morning. A limping, medium-sized beggar in coarse clothes walked in step by step from the alley. , he lowered his head, but he could still vaguely see a horrible scar on his face, which stretched from the corner of his eye to his jaw, hanging his mouth up, revealing three jagged teeth.

Sherlock who was beside Rococo stood up at this moment, walking towards the beggar as if naturally.

[Hugh Boone the beggar (named from the tramp just now), with every step different shades (the lame foot is fake); the scars on his face (superb make-up); sagging left and right pockets (begging got a lot of money) ]

Rococo was still sitting there. It seemed that the detective had seen through everything again. Compared to this beggar, he was the Mr. St. Clair they were looking for, but why?

Sherlock bumped into beggar Hugh Boone as he passed him, then swaggered forward after pretending to be a drunken bum and swearing.

After Hugh Boone left, Sherlock walked back the same way, holding a wallet in his hand.

"Sure enough." He rummaged through his wallet, and said in a tone that he knew everything, "His wallet is really rich. It seems that he fell in love with this profession."

Sherlock also pulled out a photo from his wallet, which showed today's Mrs. St. Clair.

"Although the truth is close at hand, Mr. Holmes, even taking a beggar's wallet is illegal!" Rococo muttered in a low voice.

"I did it so obviously he wouldn't have noticed."

The point is not this =口=

Turning a corner, the lame Hugh Boone was crouching in a corner, with his back to the outside, his arm exposed and the other hand holding the needle and injecting medicine.

Sure enough, as expected by Mr. Detective, who has seen through everything, he really became addicted to drugs.

"Neville St. Clair." Sherlock said suddenly.

The needle that the man just pulled out fell to the ground in shock.

He stood up and turned around, with question marks all over his head, he ran away unexpectedly.

Without any hesitation, Sherlock followed immediately.Poor Rococo, she always ran for nearly five minutes for the 800 meters in the past, so she could only keep up with her steps.

Hugh Boone, who should not be called Neville St. Clair, definitely knew the alley well, and ran ahead quickly, not at all like a beggar.

After a turn, he was nowhere to be seen at a four-way intersection.

Rococo stopped, put his hands on his knees and began to gasp for breath: "Don't worry about my husband, you go and chase him."

Let her rest here please QAQ

Instead, Sherlock stopped and turned around to wait for her. At the same time, a three-dimensional 3D map of this intricate alley appeared above him. After he looked around, a flickering icon appeared on the map. The red dot, this should be their location.Then a red strip-shaped route extended from their position, and began to diverge in all directions. When they hit a dead end and approached a river, they were cut off by red crosses one by one, and finally only one remained.

One of Rococo's hands on his knee was caught in a second, and Sherlock ran along that route no matter what 21 pulled her up.

As they moved, so did the red dot on the 3D map that was burned tightly above Sherlock's head, like a GPS locator.

Sherlock's height of more than 1.8 meters took steps, and Rococo had to take two steps at twice the speed to keep up.

Panting heavily and feeling her lungs were about to explode, Rococo, who couldn't get rid of Sherlock's tight grip on her hands, realized that this job was really not suitable for her.

The author has something to say: Note 1: Adapted from the original book "The Man with Crooked Mouth", I have changed a lot, if there are any reasoning bugs, please point them out.