[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

It's not enough to be a dog, but it's going to be a ghost again.

Her name is Rococo, she is 20 years old, she lives in 222 Baker Street, and she is working as a detective assistant who should be (she thought) a clerical job, but who knows that she has to run at a speed of 100 meters, wearing low heels Shoes, chasing a beggar with Mr. Detective in the alleys along the banks of the river in the East End of London.

"there!"

Rococo, who was running hard, looked over with Sherlock's sight. Between the two walls of the alley, the fake beggar who was still limping before, Neville St. Clair, walked swiftly and passed by.

On the 3D map above Sherlock's head, apart from the red dot where the two of them were located, another blue dot appeared, and it was moving in one direction at a certain speed.He didn't let go of his hand, still dragged Rococo and ran forward, and the red line on the map forked again, simulating the best route. At a fork, the red line split into two, and finally surrounded the blue point.

"Rococo, go straight ahead along the right hand side of the fork in front!"

While Rococo was still marveling at "other people's brains", Sherlock suddenly let go of her hand.

This move made Rococo, who was originally dominated by Sherlock and only had to desperately keep up, froze for a moment before reacting, so now she has to outflank a seemingly lame man who is actually alive and kicking for thousands of years from the other side. Rice is not a problem beggar ←_←?

While deeply experiencing the soreness of the thighs eroded by the lactic acid caused by the lack of oxygen and the torture of the heels from the heels, she held on to the wall and turned a corner.

St. Clair was running in front of her with his back turned, and the heavy pockets made a crisp sound of coins colliding.

Running with weight is also amazing oyz

At this moment, Sherlock also rushed out from the opposite corner, and St. Claire turned around after slamming on the brakes. Unfortunately, Rococo had already arrived at the designated place and was on standby.

She didn't know how Sherlock did it, but he accurately calculated the direction and speed of St. Clair's running, as well as the most reasonable outflanking route.

However, this Mr. St. Clair, who was running with a heavy load and full of energy, did not intend to surrender obediently. He stood sideways in the center and quickly swept his left and right hands. The bubbles above his head showed that he was exhausted in escaping Brain: [Male×Female√]

He then tried to find a breakthrough from Rococo and ran towards her.

A word almost burst out above his head: [Left! ]

Through this translucent bubble, Rococo also saw the 3D map above Sherlock's head not far away quickly spread out from the middle "swish", and gathered into—[Be careful! ]

Why do these two men have the same root and have to treat women as a disadvantaged group? =. =

When St. Clair was about to knock her away head-on and was about to run away from her left hand, Rococo, who had seen everything, flashed to her left hand and stretched out her right foot.Under his own inertia, the man almost flew out and fell hard to the ground, still on his face.

Rococo silently lights a candle for him in his mind [candle/]_(:з」∠)_

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St. Clair, with his face full of blood, held his nose and sat against the wall, standing in front of Sherlock and Rococo.

"So you came to find me at the behest of my wife?" Neville St. Clair covered his nose and said in a muffled voice, "I thought it was a creditor or something."

Luo Ke could see that Sherlock had been silent for a long time, so she simply asked: "Mr. St. Clair, why don't you do your job as a reporter and pretend to be a beggar?"

[For money, it's really boring. ]

Sherlock, who has seen through everything, obviously has the answer, but he doesn't seem to intend to tell her.

As if in response, St. Clair painted a picture above his head: he was sitting on the street in tatters, with a hat in front of him, and successive coins were thrown into it by passers-by.

Why are two people so cold, one doesn't say anything, and the other doesn't tell her when she knows (#‵′)

She had no choice but to ask herself: "Is it for money?"

St. Clair looked away because of guilty conscience, while Sherlock made a tick on the top of his head. If there was a sound, he could probably hear the correct prompt sound of "Ding Dong".

"Let me guess again. You learned about the high income of beggars through some means. After you got addicted to drugs and owed debts, you decided to accumulate wealth through begging to pay off the debts? Who knows..." She skimmed Skimming Sherlock.

[I was accidentally seen by my wife when I was staying in the hotel and leaned out the window, so I immediately took off my coat and disguised myself as a beggar and fled there. ]

"You were seen by your wife when you were staying in a hotel one day, so you disguised yourself as a beggar and fled the scene. This can also be explained by the coat and a pocket of coins that Mrs. St. Clair found in the room. part of the income."

Why Rococo sees through everything, because Sherlock has seen through everything.

These few truths should have crushed him. Mr. St. Clair covered his nose and shook his head: "Yes, you are right. I was a decent reporter. I once edited and needed a report on the living conditions of the homeless in the city. I used to be an actor, and I have a good makeup skills, so I disguised myself as a beggar, sneaked into this group to write this report. Can you imagine? Just sit there with a hat every day, and you will Over £100 in income! Later when I was dragged into drug addiction due to an incident and got a butt in debt I was reminded of this easy way to make money even though I knew it was hurting me However, in order to repay the debt and buy drugs, I had to pretend to be a beggar and beg every day... The hotel owner was stuffed with some money by me, so he decided to hide for me that I was from the hotel that day. The truth that came out of it. In fact, the last thing I want is to let my wife know about it..."

"As long as you go back to see her quickly, I will probably hide the truth for you."

Rococo's wording is very careful, it is "I", not "we", she will not bet on Sherlock's mouth.

So this seemingly complicated "small" case was actually very complicated for Rococo, and it was solved after a fierce marathon competition.

-

After being rejected by the N+1th taxi, Rococo gave up.The reason is that they have a "weird" smell on them. The word weird is already a polite word, and it is more appropriate to be "unpleasant", and even more appropriate is "stinky". =mouth=

"Mr. Holmes, how did you know that the makeup on his face is a disguise?" Rococo, who had given up hiring a taxi, could not stand still long ago. She found a bench by the road that was not occupied by homeless people. Sitting down, rubbing his sore legs, he thought of St. Clair's face with a huge scar hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Do you know where the biggest weakness of makeup is?" Sherlock asked him calmly.

She didn't even bother to look at the answer written in his bubble, so she answered without thinking, "I don't know."

"No matter how hard you try, you can only paint a self-portrait."

"Please speak humanly, sir."

Sherlock was silent for a while, and said: "His heart is as weak and inferior as a lame beggar with an ugly face, and his desire for money is far greater than dignity."

Don't think that Rococo didn't see it, Sherlock's initial answer to her question was actually [I am a master of disguise. ]

Did you change the answer because you found that the quality is not high enough?←_←

But this is not important.

Rococo's focus now is——she took off her low-heeled shoes, only to find that the back heels were worn out and blistered.Under normal circumstances, this would never happen in these shoes, but unfortunately normal conditions do not include sprinting kilometers in them.

"My respected Mr. Holmes, can you use your clever brains to think about how we are going back to Baker Street?"

No overtime pay, no medical insurance, cry QAQ

"Option [-], walk back, we may still be able to catch up with tomorrow's dinner."

"What about plan two?"

"This is the only solution." Sherlock said seriously.

Hehe, so what the hell are these?

[Plan [-]: Walk back (eighteen hours); Plan [-]: Stay in a hotel, take a shower and change clothes (I can’t predict the time to buy clothes-veto); Plan [-]: Pry the door on the side of the road and drive a car to leave , and then deal with it (trouble-veto); Option [-]: Call Mycroft (directly veto)]

"If you want to go, go by yourself." Rococo felt sorry for her feet, and if she continued to walk, she would definitely grind out her bones =皮=

Sherlock pulled out the map of London from the huge memory palace, began to plan the nearest route, and left without looking back.

Rococo, on the other hand, looked at this detective in a shabby coat but still looking good after walking a few steps, then turned his head, and finally walked away. He turned his back to her and squatted down.

God, this famous detective is going to carry her?Sherlock Holmes, the well-known and unfeminine detective wants to carry her?

Rococo vowed never to complain about this good detective again!

But this seemingly warm scene was ruined by his words: "Give you three seconds, come up or continue to let your brain freeze."

What a hell of a day.

As an employee, she climbed onto the boss's back without thinking.

Then she looked at the map above Sherlock's head and re-planned the route, pointing to the nearest hotel. There was a big [plan [-]] next to the map.

Sherlock carried her on his back and walked steadily, while Rococo wrapped his hands around Sherlock's neck with his hands completely uncovered, trying to reduce the burden on himself as much as possible.

"Your mind is less rusty today than I thought it would be."

On the way, Sherlock didn't understand, so he said something.

["Mr. Holmes, if you encourage me more with less venomous words, maybe my brain will work more diligently." → Assistants need encouragement → increase work efficiency and reduce the trouble of explaining. ]

If Rococo hadn't read my explanation, her thinking would definitely not be able to keep up.But who told her that it was a compliment to her and she would definitely let him climb out of the school gate after school (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻——

In the recent small hotel, Rococo thought about a very important issue.

"Sir, do you have any money?"

[No money (only credit card)]

"No."

"Okay, I don't have any money, sir." Rococo jumped off his back and rang the service bell at the front desk of the hotel, "Please give me two of the best rooms here, thank you."

She wanted to make up for the feeling of having checked out everything all day.