[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Rococo is now sitting on Sherlock's exclusive sofa chair on the second floor of 221B, with the little Shiba Inu who is so tired that he is sleeping like a dog lying on his feet.The fire on the opposite side was half put out by the fire brigade who arrived, and the room still smelled of smoke from the burned-out private property that she owned across the street.

Sherlock was occupying the bathroom, and Rococo, who was alone on the sofa, kept lighting red candles one after another in his heart. [candle] [candle]

She no longer cared about finding out how her house exploded inexplicably, and now her heart was ashamed, she just wanted to be quiet and think about where she was going to hang out next.

"Rococo, I'm so glad to see you're okay." Mrs. Hudson came up from downstairs with a cup of hot cocoa and handed her to Rococo.

"Thank you."

Mrs. Hudson did not leave immediately, but sat down opposite her with her hands on her knees.

"It's the first time I've seen Sherlock so worried about someone. You really shouldn't have been separated." Mrs. Hudson glanced at the bathroom with the sound of running water.

There is a story called: not separated, but never been together. ←_← Rococo took a sip of the hot cocoa in his cup and smiled awkwardly: "You misunderstood, Mr. Holmes and I..."

"I know that for us women, especially those who are inexperienced, we are somewhat shy about talking about this kind of thing." Mrs. Hudson showed a face of "I understand without explaining", and brought out meaningfully A smile lowered his voice, "As for whether you like each other or not, I can tell at a glance. Apart from the messy room, the young Sherlock likes to put some strange things in the refrigerator and always breaks my furniture. Other than that... some other aspects are pretty good."

These shortcomings... As far as a landlady is concerned, it is already unbearable =. =?

"You have to know that Sherlock is a genius boy..." Mrs. Hudson's eloquence made Rococo a little uncontrollable.

Mrs. Hudson's posture made Rococo think of a type of person—the aunt of the neighborhood committee. _(:з」∠)_

"Well, Mrs. Hudson..." Rococo finally couldn't hold back the interruption before the fifth "circle" started, "Excuse me, for a few days, or just tonight, can you provide me with a room for a night's sleep ?”

"Oh! Don't you sleep with Sherlock?"

Obviously, it is very difficult for Mrs. Hudson to change the facts she believes. Just by looking at her bubbles, it is no exaggeration to speculate that maybe tomorrow she will discuss more in-depth women's topics with Rococo.

Subtle mood.

Mrs. Hudson, please accept her prayers.

Finally, after Rococo held his forehead for a while, Mrs. Hudson said hesitantly again: "But if your conflicts are still not resolved... Well, John lives in the bedroom upstairs, and there is another bedroom downstairs." There is a basement, it can be lived in after cleaning, but it is too damp, I lived in it when I first got married, half the walls were moldy, and I haven't cleaned it for a long time..."

"You can sleep in my room tonight." Sherlock had come out of the bathroom at some point, wrapped in a clean bathrobe.

It was just... flattered and frightened her.

Sam at the feet pricked up his ears and opened his eyes at the same time. He got up, changed from Rococo's feet to her feet and lay down again, staring at Sherlock.

"It seems that your conflict has been resolved." Mrs. Hudson stood up with a smile, and did not forget to close the door before going out.

[contradiction?My conflict with Rococo?Wipe my face gray? ]

"Contradictions?" Sherlock glanced at Rococo who was sitting in his seat, didn't say much about it, but sat opposite her.

"It's nothing, I think you know Mrs. Hudson better than I do." Rococo shrugged nonchalantly.She drank the last sip of cocoa and got up.

"I put her on semi-mute a long time ago." Sherlock paused for a few seconds before adding, "The hotels nearby do not allow pet dogs to enter."

Rococo reacted before realizing that Sherlock thought she was going to live out in the middle of the night.

"No, I just wanted to go down and ask Mrs. Hudson to borrow a set of pajamas. Mind if I use the bathroom?"

"Of course not." When the word bathroom was mentioned, the image in Sherlock's bubble froze for a few seconds, and Rococo seemed to see something in Sherlock's brain.Too bad she doesn't have a remote to pause.

Rococo thought of something just after going down the stairs, and poked his head in again: "Thank you for rushing into the fire to save me tonight, so I have to give up this bed to you who have worked so hard. I'll just sleep on the sofa, okay?" clatter."

[mwah? ]

Rococo smiled and went downstairs after seeing Sherlock highlighting the word in the bubble. She firmly believed that her wide vocabulary had left Sherlock with another unsolved mystery.

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Sam didn't leave until Rococo entered the bathroom.

Now it is competently guarding the door of the bathroom, with the determination to never let the curly-haired star on the sofa get any closer.

And Sherlock just looked up at Sam who was squatting at the door of the bathroom, and then continued with the work in hand. His IQ gave him an advantage in most things.

So as soon as Rococo came out of the bathroom door after taking a shower, besides being almost tripped by Sam, he saw at a glance that the sofa in front of him was full of various chemical experiment vessels filled with strangely colored liquids.

She glanced at Sherlock who was sitting on the sofa and casually picked up a weekly magazine and read it with a blank expression, and sighed silently.

Don't think she didn't see the row in the bubble [16 plans to prevent Rococo from sleeping on the sofa-(Scheme [-]: piles of reactive chemical reagent bottles) (Scheme [-]: Lying on the sofa first) (Scheme [-] : Remove the legs of the sofa and hide it on the cabinet, second from the left)...]

"Mr. Holmes, do you pile up the sofa so that I can sleep on the table?" The vacant space on the dining table that should have been full of utensils can accommodate several Sams side by side.

"I said, you can sleep in my room." Sherlock didn't look up, but there was nothing about the weekly magazine in his bubble.

Rococo approached the sofa, and before his hands touched the reagent bottle, Sherlock spoke again: "This bottle is hydroiodic acid particles, which are highly corrosive.

Rococo's hand trembled, and moved to a bottle of colorless transparent liquid with a plugged lid next to it.

"This bottle is strong nitric acid, and it may burn if it encounters a little sawdust or cotton."

Rococo changed another bottle of Target.

"This bottle is acetic acid. If the lid is loosened, the gas inside will evaporate. It is highly toxic."

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

The chemically blind Rococo is so tired, why does Sherlock's residence look like a poisonous explosives factory?

"Well, thank you very much for your generosity." Rococo got into Sherlock's bedroom and closed the door.

Then the little Shiba Inu Sam, who was forgotten, lay silently at the door of the bedroom. _(:з」∠)_

The bedroom is a double bed, with two pillows, and the quilt is big enough to sleep two people. Obviously, the user of the bed is restless at night.

The periodic table of elements on the wall reminded Rococo of the contract he tore up with his own hands.

After nearly an hour of tossing and turning, Rococo still didn't fall asleep, probably because of the side effect of the cup of hot cocoa that seemed to have given her chicken blood.She jumped out of bed with bare feet and lifted the periodic table of elements. There was no longer any contract behind it, only the hair rope she left in the hospital that day.

She took out the hair rope from inside, and the hair rope was clean without dust.Either someone is using it a lot, or it's being taken out and put back in frequently...

Rococo seems to have found something (*/ω＼*)

She tied up the loose hair behind her with a headband, opened the door, and quietly walked into the living room, when something jumped by her feet.

Rococo bowed her head, it was Sam wagging his tail and rubbing against her feet.

"You almost scared me." Rococo lowered his voice.

She walked a few more steps, and then saw Sherlock leaning against the window with a violin on his back. The strings of the violin were separated by a short distance from the body of the violin, twitching left and right without making a sound.Reflecting the night light outside the window, Luo Ke could clearly see notes flying in his bubbles, playing a melody.

Someone was pretending in the middle of the night, and Luo Keke really wanted to call the police.

Rococo approached quietly, standing a few steps behind him.Sherlock turned a little sideways, closed his eyes, and swayed slightly with the melody in his mind.

This man brought a different feeling to Rococo, not only from the exciting experience when following him, but also from other aspects, incomparable and unique.

She found herself developing feelings for Sherlock?No, she must still be in the dream.

In the past, Sherlock told Rococo that music can help him think, but at this moment in his grand palace, only the notes stretched forward, passed through rooms, and finally stopped in front of a person.

Long time no see, "Rococo" made up by Sherlock's brain.

"She" stood there with a smile on her face, watched the notes circle around her, and said naturally: [Sherlock, it seems that you have made a new decision, right?Otherwise, how would you bring me back here? ]

"Sherlock" appeared on the other side of the note, and the distance seemed to be shortened instantly. He and "Rococo" were only one step away in a blink of an eye.

[I discovered...] "Sherlock" seemed to want to speak, but was stopped by "Rococo" with a gesture.

[You pushed me away at first because you were afraid that I would affect your sanity, but you later found out that this will really affect you.Sherlock Holmes, who was supposed to devote himself to his career, lived in the palace of rationality, and lived in a woman who could influence his feelings...] "Rococo" took a step back.

[You don't even have an excuse for pushing me away, so what about this time?How are you going to get me back? ]

[No no no, don't say that you are interested in my secret or identity.Sherlock, you should learn how others chase people. ]

[Then what should I do? ] The omniscient Sherlock asked.

[It's useless for you to ask me, this is your thinking palace, all my thoughts are given to me by you, aren't they? ] "Rococo" disappeared after a playful smile, and the surrounding notes also stopped abruptly.

"Seven minutes." Sherlock's voice broke the silence of the room, "Rococo, you have been staring at me for seven minutes."

The author has something to say: As soon as I wrote the emotional line, I was dying to save my life.

Note: There is a bug in the previous article to correct, because Sherlock can't remember the name of Detective Lestrade, so he doesn't call him Greg, but Lestrade.The lazy author will change it when he has time, thank you several girls for pointing it out.