[Comprehensive] Curly detective fancy strategy

Accustomed to Sherlock's various "naughty tricks", exaggerated expressions and movements, Helen was stunned by his handsome face unexpectedly.

Of course, her eyes were still tenacious not to touch his black curly hair, otherwise she was not sure if she could control the ready-to-move hand.

Helen was hesitating whether to call out to him, but she was afraid of disturbing his thinking.

However, Sherlock suddenly stretched out his hand and made a blocking gesture towards her. He said quickly with a deadpan expression, "You don't need to say, I know everything."

Helen didn't feel choked like ordinary people, but she felt a little bit happier physically and mentally.

She likes people saying this to her very much, that's why she likes being with Sherlock so much.

Sherlock turned his head and glanced at her casually, but his cold and reserved expression was suddenly broken.

Sherlock quickly jumped up from the sofa and rushed to Helen's side.

It seemed that she wanted to pull her arm, but Helen, who had always been delicate and weak, showed her incredible agility to avoid Sherlock's touch when the cleanliness that threatened her could not bear it.

As soon as his hand fell to the ground, Sherlock didn't care, he just looked at Helen with a look like he was going to explode, and his eyes seemed to be bursting with fire.

"You ran into that blonde Terminator yesterday. He was going to attack you but failed."

Sherlock spoke very fast, and a lot of words came out of his mouth cracklingly. He just said what he wanted to express, and didn't care about other people's opinions at all.

"Has your brain finally been infected by the group of goldfish in Scotland Yard? So it won't work at critical moments!"

"God, I can't believe it, you met him and you let him slip away!"

Sherlock looked very excited, as if he wanted to rush up and grab Helen to see what was going on in her little head, his tone was extremely regrettable.

Speaking of which, as a qualified gentleman, when a poor and weak woman encounters such a terrible thing and is frightened by an attempted attack, he should be on the sidelines to comfort and encourage her.

However, Sherlock's actions not only did not conform to the actions of a gentleman, but also his words were quite indifferent, which would make any normal woman feel aggrieved, complained or even angry.

Because she is just a weak woman, it is good that she is not injured in such a terrible attack, and it is fine not to worry about her, but what man would blame her for not catching the murderer?

It is simply that you are ruthless, you are cruel, and you make trouble for no reason!

And obviously Helen's brain circuit is peculiar, she didn't think there was anything wrong with Sherlock's words.

For these two people, the man does not have the self-consciousness to pity and cherish jade, and the woman does not have the consciousness that she needs to be pitied and cherished.

Helen just thought that the man was suspicious before, but now she understands after hearing what Sherlock said. It turns out that he is the murderer of the murder case that has been making a lot of noise these days.

That's a pity, it was indeed her fault, she didn't even catch him, and she didn't know how many blond girls he would harm.

Helen felt a little guilty, she said anxiously: "The sky is dark, and the face is blurry. He is about 182cm tall, weighs about 74kg, and has blond hair."

Just like last time in the casino, she relied on her extraordinary memory to memorize the whole deck of cards and won without losing. This time, Helen relied on her mathematical talent to calculate it.

Fortunately, after Sherlock vented his dissatisfaction, he became excited again. His gray-green eyes faded from coldness and indifference, and were dyed with vitality and vitality, becoming shiny, like a child who got a new toy.

"Oh no, that's the best way. It's a good thing you didn't catch him, otherwise this game would be so boring! Sure enough, I should be the one to solve the puzzle!"

Sherlock bounced around in place without any image, Helen was slightly relieved watching it.

She thought that Sherlock had finally returned to normal, and he was the one who was like this. The appearance of the flower of Gaoling just now must have been her illusion.

"Come here, read these two books, and tell me what can be related to the characteristics of the victim."

Only then did Shylock remember the purpose of calling Helen over, and put both the New Testament and the Old Testament of the Bible in front of Helen.

In fact, with Sherlock's brain running like a high-speed motor, reading these two books is nothing more than a breeze. Calling Helen here is not only unnecessary but also a waste of time.

But Sherlock stubbornly believes that his brain will only store really useful things, and books like the Bible don't need to waste his memory.

However, Helen didn't feel that Sherlock's behavior was unreasonable. She didn't read the book but asked suspiciously: "I've read the Bible, remember the content, you need to know, what?"

Sherlock frowned when he heard this, and his tone was quite disgusting: "You are also interested in this kind of thing?"

Helen's voice lowered a bit: "I don't like it, I just saw it, and I won't forget it."

"Stupid, won't your brain delete it?"

Sherlock's voice was as indifferent as his face, but there was a streamer in his eyes.

Helen looked at Sherlock innocently, and she made it clear that she really wouldn't.

Sherlock choked, and he, who had always left others speechless, was fortunate enough to experience this feeling now.

"Well, you really are an idiot!"

Sherlock turned his face away in embarrassment, and his voice became a little colder: "The glorious, holy and beautiful female images in the Bible."

Helen didn't care about Sherlock's little emotions, she thought for a while: "About 25."

"Too many," Sherlock put his hands on his lips, quickly processing all kinds of information in his mind, and said in a deep voice, "If you focus on holiness, which one is the most representative?"

Helen said softly: "Holy Mother, Mary, the mother of Jesus."

But Helen frowned slightly, and said strangely: "She's not, blonde."

Sherlock's eyes also sank, he stood up and turned around the room quickly, dazzling people's eyes.

"What is it? What is it? The murderer chose it as a symbol. Blonde hair must have a special and extremely important meaning."

Suddenly, Sherlock yelled and slammed a dagger into the table.

Helen was not frightened, she just felt that the sound was very noisy.

She looked at Sherlock with some annoyance, but was attracted by the slightly slanted dagger he inserted on the table.

"Ahem," Helen moved around on the sofa uncomfortably, but stared at the dagger eagerly.

She bit her lips tightly, and couldn't bear it any longer. She blushed and said to Sherlock in embarrassment, "Sherlock, can you straighten the dagger?"

Sherlock's expression froze, and his sharp eyes shot towards Helen like two sharp knives: "What do you care about that damn dagger at this moment?"

"But, it makes me, very uncomfortable."

Helen's eyes never left the dagger, and her voice was slightly aggrieved.

However, Sherlock was not moved at all, and all the long-lost cynicism poured out of his mouth towards Helen like beans.

"Wouldn't it be better if you didn't read it? Troubled lady!"

"Brave has always been synonymous with stupidity. I am very curious about where you got the courage last night. You took the stranger you met for the first time home and spent the night with her."

Sherlock turned around, his aloof and cold gray-green eyes met Helen's directly, but his tone was very subtle.

Not knowing if it was Helen's illusion, Sherlock bit the last few words hard.

"What about your autism phobia? Is it immune to certain people?"

Even though Sherlock didn't care, Helen's response was too strong. This detective who only stored things that were useful to him finally remembered Helen's many problems and she still resisted his approach. fact.

However, last night, the blond woman who was just meeting her for the first time and saved her, seemed to have broken through many of her restrictions, allowing Helen to give her special treatment.

This made Sherlock inexplicably upset, made his mood worse, and his tone of voice became worse.

"Even a five-year-old girl understands that you can't bring strangers home. Did your brain get swallowed last night?"

"Or are you confused by stupid hormones?"

Sherlock approached Helen, put his hands on the sofa beside her, bent down, and stared at her with burning eyes.

The author has something to say: These two cases are always crooked ;-); in two days, I will be taking the third exam, and now I am very nervous /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~