[Comprehensive] Curly detective fancy strategy

Thus, Helen began her career as a maid on call for Master Sherlock.

Of course, her main job is to cook for Sherlock and clean up the house.

Sherlock wouldn't do such boring things as tidying up the house, but the long-term clutter also affected him to a certain extent.

And even though he really needs very little food, after all, he can't really eat nothing.

If it's okay to go out to investigate the case, staying at home and often ordering takeaway is troublesome for Sherlock.

It just so happened that Helen delivered to the door automatically, and these problems of his were easily solved.

Although entering someone else's territory, especially staying in it for a long time, would make her uneasy and uncomfortable, but looking at the messy inner room, Helen's desire to tidy up urgently, the desire for cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder overwhelmed her. kind of fear.

Sherlock can live on a cup of coffee and two sugars, while Helen can live on milk cakes.

But when Dad was still there, he strictly controlled her. Even if she didn't like it, she also developed a good habit of eating normal food as a meal.

After her father passed away, even though Helen still didn't like to eat dinner, she would not go against what he asked her to do.

Helen doesn't know how to eat outside. When her father was still there, he prepared it for her, but now she can only rely on herself.

Although the amount of dinner she ate was about the size of a bird's stomach, Helen still slowly figured out some food methods, and her cooking skills were not bad.

Like her, Sherlock has no requirements for food, and Helen just eats what Sherlock eats.

Helen had to sigh again that Mr. Holmes is so kind, he is so easy and not picky, and he is as easy to support as she is.

In the past few days, Helen has been keenly aware that there are always eyes watching her secretly, and she is sure that this is not her illusion.

Could it be that someone is spying on her secretly, trying to kill her?For an instant, Helen could think that she was killed and abandoned in the wilderness.

It can't be blamed on her thinking too much. In fact, she had just commissioned Sherlock to investigate her father's case, and something like this happened to her.

Helen was frightened, who could help her?All she could think of was Sherlock.

Sherlock went home and opened the door, suddenly he noticed something was wrong, his proficiency in boxing and Sanda made him subdue the unknown person at once.

However, the body in her arms was too petite and soft, especially her familiar voice, which was just crying out in pain at this moment.

"Helen?" Sherlock released her angrily with a bit of shock.

However, Helen was holding her own hand and sobbing, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooophone

Sherlock frowned, he didn't believe it, he knew his own strength.

Although he did use a lot of force, it wasn't enough to break a normal hand.

Sherlock reached out to take her hand to have a look, but Helen struggled to avoid his touch even though the pain made it difficult to speak.

Sherlock's outstretched hand froze, well, he forgot about her damn sickness.

"Then I'll take you to the hospital?"

Let's put aside the question of why she appeared here in a sneaky way for now, seeing how miserable she was crying, let's fix her hands first.

After all, he hurt her. If her hands are not good, who will clean up his house and cook the three meals?

Sherlock's proposal made Helen's head shake even faster, clearly expressing the meaning of "not going to the hospital, definitely not going to the hospital"!

"Then what do you want?" Sherlock almost gritted his teeth.

Helen remained silent. She had never encountered such a situation, so she really didn't know what to do.

She suppressed her crying in a low voice, only sobbing weakly, trying very hard not to let the tears overflow in her clear blue eyes, her delicate little face looked so pitiful and lovable. People are distressed.

However, Sherlock couldn't do anything to show affection to her. He was troubled by Helen, and Sherlock almost thought that what was in front of him at this moment were those brats that he hated.

"You can't just stay like this, the longer it drags on, the more serious the injury will be."

Helen stopped crying, her body froze, and she bit her lips tightly, but the tears flowed more fiercely.

This pitiful look made people think that Sherlock had done so many sinful things to her and how much he had suffered her!

Sherlock took a deep breath and tried to make his voice gentle and amiable: "Helen, don't be afraid, you can connect it in just one click, soon, my hand won't stay on your clothes for long. "

It seems that Sherlock's statement convinced Helen, and her expression gradually wavered.

Sherlock cautiously and tentatively stretched out his slender big hand, and under Helen's vigilant and repelling gaze, he gently placed it on Helen's arm.

After all, Helen's discomfort was not so obvious through layers of clothes.

Yet despite this, Sherlock could feel the rejection of his men's bodies.

However, Sherlock was still slightly surprised that her hand was really broken.

The fact that the body is delicate and easy to get hurt was added by Sherlock and put into his memory palace, which belonged to Helen's room.

Sure enough, just as Sherlock said, soon, with a click, Helen screamed, and her joints reset.

Sherlock quickly let go of Helen's hand, and the whole process was so fast that even Helen didn't feel too hard about the expedient measure.

Sherlock couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and his frowning brows relaxed.

Solving Helen is more labor-intensive than solving the case.

"Tell me, why?"

Helen touched her recovered arm, and sat timidly on the sofa with lingering fear.

Facing Sherlock's questioning face, he said bluntly, "Someone is following me."

Helen's words made Sherlock sit up straight, serious, and his brain cells started to work quickly.

He naturally thought of what Helen could think of.

"Go, I'll go home with you and have a look."

Sherlock and Helen walked in tandem. Sherlock was striding forward with his windbreaker and towel wrapped around him. Helen followed behind him meekly with his head bowed. Their figures seemed somewhat harmonious.

Sherlock took over the case of Helen's father, but he hasn't visited the crime scene yet.

Although almost half a year has passed since the incident, the possibility of finding useful clues at the scene is extremely slim.

Helen's father was found lying on the bed the next day and he was breathless. His face looked very peaceful, and there was a suicide note beside the bed. The autopsy also confirmed that he died of overdose of sleeping pills.

Sherlock pushed open the door of her father's bedroom and walked in, looking around. Helen followed behind him and said slowly: "Daddy, every day, at 7 o'clock, make breakfast, and then, come here, and ask me to eat it. But, April On the 4th, at 17:7, he didn't come, which is unreasonable. Moreover, breaking the habit, I was irritable, so I went over to find him."

"He just slept on the bed, motionless. I went over and called him, but he didn't respond, scared, and called an ambulance."

"On the bedside table, his suicide note, the room is exactly the same as usual."

Helen continued to talk, but Sherlock, who was still observing the room, couldn't help but focus on her.

She recalled the whole incident so calmly and without ups and downs. Even if Sherlock didn't understand emotions, he also understood that losing his dependent father should be extremely painful. People crash.

But he couldn't see this in Helen at the moment. If he hadn't possessed extraordinary reasoning and believed in his own deduction, he might have thought that she had something to do with the murderer.

Helen was just doing what she thought she should do, it didn't matter the pain, she couldn't find the murderer, the case had happened for so long, and Mr. Holmes couldn't see the scene, so she did her best to help Mr. Holmes.

Following Helen's meticulous narration, Sherlock watched her eyes become brighter and brighter.

She actually remembered everything, including every detail, and restored the situation on the day of the crime for him exactly.

It was a surprise, and Sherlock saw amazing value in her that she had never seen himself.

"This is, the suicide note." When Helen said the words of the suicide note, she only revealed a trace of her painful true emotions.

It was well preserved. The moment Helen learned of her father's death, she was determined to find out the truth, so all related clues and items were well preserved by her.

Just like her father searched for ten years but failed to find the murderer who killed her mother, Helen worried that she was in the same situation.

Until Sherlock appeared in front of her that day, she saw hope.

He told at a glance that she was not the murderer, but that he was the most powerful detective she had ever met. Helen believed that he would be able to help her find the murderer.

So, what a surprise and gratitude to Helen to meet Sherlock Holmes!

The author has something to say: It took me two hours to fix the network limitation of the notebook, and I was tired~~~~(>_<)~~~~

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