[Comprehensive] How to pretend to be a victim?

Sherlock looked bewildered.

He never thought he had any sense of humor, but she didn't look like she was mocking either.

"Eh? Have you ever heard an old saying?" Chen Shuyao said word by word in Chinese, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

In fact, apart from this reason, she really couldn't think of anything else that could make her show a patient side.The owner of this body is even more impossible. The owner who is about to get started at any time is definitely a big man who picks his feet.

Sherlock thought for a while, then imitated her accent and repeated according to his instant memory: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder?"

"Uh... Although the tone is weird, you are already very good." Chen Shuyao gave a thumbs up, then scratched her forehead, "It probably means that because I like you, I think you are good at everything, and you are clumsy with chopsticks. It’s also cute, I can only appreciate and help you patiently.”

He glanced sideways and saw the dimple at the corner of her mouth: "Halo effect?"

Chen Shuyao was stunned: "What?"

Headphone Tip: The range is out of range.

"..."

There are two bugs in one day, can this thing work?

Chen Shuyao unconsciously pressed the earphones on her ears, and smiled awkwardly: "Say it again, okay?"

"Halo effect, also known as halo effect."

Headphone Tips: Warning, warning, please don't use too many professional words.

Seeing that she was still plugging her ears with a dazed face, Sherlock took a deep breath and slowed down his speech, "It means that when a person forms a good or bad impression of a certain characteristic of another person, he will tend to infer Other aspects of the person. That is, if a person falls in love with another person because of one aspect of her, then he is likely to think that she is also good in other aspects. But this inference is essentially a kind of Cognitive biases that overgeneralize."

"Oh." Chen Shuyao agreed knowingly, twitching the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, but frowned and flicked the earphone twice with her fingers.

She didn't know what Sherlock said, anyway, she could basically use "呵呵" instead.

"It means that when a person is... 呵味... tending to... 呵味... essentially... 呵味... wrong to another person."

It seems that the scope of application of this thing is very small, and she still has to rely on herself.

Just as she was thinking, the earphones were suddenly pulled away, and when she came back to her senses, she saw Sherlock fiddling with the translator, frowning slightly.

"It's not a good thing, give it to me quickly." Chen Shuyao reached for it, but Sherlock hid it.

I saw Sherlock leaning his elbows on his knees, leaning slightly, his eyes fixed on her.

"Can you hear me?"

"...Of course I can."

It seems that he misunderstood something...

Chen Shuyao suddenly pointed to the window, acting panicked: "Look, what is that?"

Sherlock looked in the direction she was pointing at. She wanted to take advantage of it by surprise, but just as her fingertips were about to touch it, she saw that someone was still looking at that place carefully, but silently turned her wrist back and took the translation treasure back to her waist. back.

Then, before she could sit back, he suddenly turned back to look at her, with a pair of blue-gray eyes close in front of him: "So, what is this?"

Reaching out to grab it, but the length of the arm was not dominant, Chen Shuyao's eyes dodged a little, and after holding back for a while, she had to say, "Give it to me, and I will tell you right away."

Sherlock pinched the translation treasure with his fingers, looked carefully, and Chen Shuyao snatched it at the right time, holding it vigilantly behind his back, and didn't put it on until he sat back and saw that he had no tendency to grab it again.

But he suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, chuckled and said, "So that's why your English has improved suddenly? But it doesn't seem to be easy to use."

"...You don't care how I improve, just if I can communicate?" Chen Shuyao took the bowl and chopsticks silently, and stuffed meat into her mouth with downcast eyes.

That's right, she just doesn't like the English alphabet, and English is her weakness.Reading English books is like a heavenly book for her, and she will fall asleep if she reads more.But they set up CP by the system. She came here empty-handed and already struggling, so it's fine if he doesn't give comfort, and deliberately teased her with this matter?She really should write a thesis titled: What is it like to have a CP with an extremely high IQ but an extremely low EQ.

Sherlock held the bottom of the bowl with one hand, and with the other hand he tried hard to pick up the ribs and put them into his mouth, muttering to himself.

"This method of pork chops is the first time I have tried it."

"Get used to it slowly." Chen Shuyao said indifferently.

Sherlock heard the words and looked sideways, and saw that she was always staring at the food, her eyes were a little dull.

Angry?But what did he say?

"Did I...did I say something wrong?" Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth.

Chen Shuyao was taken aback when she heard the words, and looked sideways with her chopsticks in her mouth, unable to react for a while.

Could it be that Dr. Watson finally succeeded in changing Sherlock's disregard for other people's feelings?He is actually thinking?Simply unbelievable (unbelievable)!

"No……"

Before he finished speaking, Sherlock kept his original expression, his gaze was off track, and he looked at the door, the corner of his mouth dropped suddenly, and he shouted loudly.

"John, Mrs. Hudson and my dear Inspector, have you three talked enough?"

Chen Shuyao froze when she heard the words, turned around mechanically and looked at the door, and asked softly, "Are they at the door?"

Why didn't she hear anything?

"No." Sherlock got up and walked towards the door, "It's downstairs."

"..."

At that time, in Mrs. Hudson's room on the first floor, Mrs. Hudson, John and Lestrade sat around the table, listening stiffly to the sound of going downstairs.

"Listen, Lestrade, I didn't say anything." Mrs. Hudson shrugged.

"Haven't we been discussing the case just now?" John winked at Lestrade, who raised the corners of his mouth in a clear manner.

"Of course, of course."

The fact is, however, that ten minutes before, Lestrade had opened the door and had seen John sitting in Mrs. Hudson's room.Just as he was about to go upstairs, he was stopped by John.Then the three of them conducted an in-depth analysis of the situation upstairs and boldly predicted the future.

"I like them very much. The girl is not bad, I think." Mrs. Hudson nodded.

"To be honest, what I care more about is that Sherlock won't let me be on call 24 hours a day if she is with her. Then, maybe I can settle down earlier, and kill two birds with one stone." John took a sip of tea, with tears in the corner of his mouth with a smile.

"Oh really? I thought you were just pretending to be strong, but you would actually be sad." Mrs. Hudson looked at Lestrade and spread her hands, "And I always thought he and Sherlock were just a couple..."

Watson sighed helplessly: "Mrs. Hudson, I have told you many times that Sherlock and I are just good friends."

"You can't blame her, everyone thinks so." Lestrade shrugged, "Of course including me."

"Is it just you?" Watson cast an inquiring look.

"Let me think about it." Lestrade said with a dull gaze, "And Donovan, Anderson and..."

"Okay, shut up." Watson knocked on the rim of the cup, frowning slightly, "Aren't we discussing Shuyao and Sherlock? How did it involve me?"

"Oh, that makes sense. Then you are ready to be a good bridesmaid for Sherlock..." Seeing that Watson's expression was wrong, Hudson hurriedly changed his words, "Have you met?"

"Of course, but the premise is that he has to be ahead of me."

Lestrade couldn't help laughing: "It's really unpredictable."

Then they heard Sherlock's cry.

Sherlock walked quickly to Mrs. Hudson's door, and saw the solemn faces of the three, and his eyes flicked across their faces.

"Detective Lestrade, I wish you had come to tell me good news, and not to complain to Mrs. Hudson because of your long-standing quarrel. Believe me, she has no good advice for you in this regard. .”

"Oh, Sherlock! You're such a bad fellow!" Mrs. Hudson got up and walked into the house.

Lestrade stood up and twitched the corner of his mouth: "We are discussing the case, it's very kind of you to come."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly: "Didn't John and Mrs. Hudson tell you that I've been trapped upstairs in the kitchen peeling potatoes?"

"What potatoes?" Lestrade spread his hands, his face full of bewilderment.

"Come on, and you John, we can't be so depressed, the dear murderer is waiting for us in a corner."

When Sherlock turned around, he heard Watson's indifferent voice.

"Actually, I think you already have a better life, a crime solving assistant. So I'm going to take some time off."

"Who?" Seeing John's expression of "you asked even though you knew it", Sherlock slowly frowned, "Are you joking? There is such a tacit understanding between us, now you..."

Seeing John shrug his shoulders, he silently replaced the following words: "Okay, I understand that it's too stressful for you to work two jobs, so how long will you take your break?"

"Then who knows? Maybe you can't tell if you are a full-time doctor." Watson got up and walked into the house, "Mrs. Hudson, is there any tea?"

"Your brain circuit is really incredible." Sherlock said, turned and walked towards the stairs.

The two walked to the second floor, Sherlock opened the door, and walked directly to the sofa opposite the kitchen.

"So what's new and new?"

"According to the results of Jasmine's autopsy, we have further found out the identity of the deceased." Lestrade heard the sound of bowls and chopsticks hitting, followed the sound and looked towards the kitchen, where he saw Chen Shuyao standing by the sink washing dishes.

Sherlock glanced at Chen Shuyao, and raised his voice impatiently: "Give me the file."

Only then did Lestrade come to his senses, and handed him the portfolio.

While opening the file, Sherlock mentioned nonchalantly: "I think Mrs. Hudson must have casually mentioned my victim and me when talking about the case, and made a bold prediction along the way."

"How do you know?" Lestrade narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly.

"Your laughter downstairs, how can you laugh when you talk about such a serious case? Could it be that you are more anti-social than me? The second is curiosity. Your eyes have been fixed on Shuyao, which shows that you are very curious about her. In On the day of the murder scene, she was the one you wanted to ask, right?"

Hearing her own name, Chen Shuyao paused while holding the plate, and couldn't help pricking up her ears.

Lestrade was stunned for a moment: "You know, you deliberately changed the subject?"

"I only answer meaningful questions that are relevant to the case." Sherlock pulled out the photos in the file, got up and went to the bookshelf to get the book with Watson's photos, and found the photos.Holding the two photos, he fixed his eyes in mid-air. He seemed to flash several photos of the missing girls he found recently, and the descriptions of the people around them were mixed in his ears.

He frowned slowly, trying to filter out useful things from hundreds of words.

According to a man's paranoia about his sexual fantasies, there must be something in common between them.

"She's never been in a relationship, at least I don't think so."

A word suddenly popped up in my mind: virgin——virgin.

"Her memory for numbers is simply fantastic."

"She's especially good at high jumps."

"She has already passed the tenth level of piano, and she will be quite a pianist in the future."

Gifted - gifted.

"However, she doesn't like talking very much."

"She's never been involved in club activities, she's an oddball."

"My God, she stuttered."

Socialphobia - social impairment.

A few seconds later, a few words popped up in his mind and gathered in front of his eyes. His eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised, muttering softly.

"What a smart guy."

The author has something to say: See you on the 12th~