[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Mycroft's black umbrella turned into a pool cue in his hand. He stood beside the pool table. The transparent spheres on the table were N ways to make his younger brother accept the important national case he brought today. , every time he failed, instead of falling into the pocket, the ball hit the edge of the table and bounced back, shattering into crystal shards of glass on the table and then disappearing.During the period, he occasionally walked to the pool table next door and hit a few substandard Today's New Deals, but it can be seen that the pool table specially vacated for Sherlock has a very high level of difficulty in attacking.

But Sherlock is much simpler, a huge banner of "do not help anyway" is blocked on the outside of the thinking palace, blocking all Mycroft's words from the door.

In fact, it is a posture of "if I don't listen, if I don't listen, if I don't listen, I don't listen".

Rococo, who was standing beside the Shiba Inu and looked at these two bubbles that were different from ordinary people, was in a delicate mood at the moment.

She is now homeless, dragging a Shiba Inu to live under the fence, and she has to experience a visual feast early in the morning.Please give her some sad background music.

When the worried Watson rushed to the second floor of 221B, Rococo, who had pretended to be calm for a while, sighed in his heart that he finally saw a normal person and his normal bubble in his field of vision this morning.

"Are you all okay?"

Watson finally replaced Rococo at this moment and became the most ordinary one in this crowded room.

"Don't worry, I can't be better. But these words don't seem to be very applicable to your cohabitants." Luo Keke didn't forget to wink at Sherlock who turned his head to look at her when he heard that he was mentioned.

Watson scanned Sherlock on the sofa from top to bottom from the perspective of a doctor: "Sherlock, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Sherlock responded quickly.

"That's not to say, how could a 'very good' person be so stupid as to rush into the fire?" said Mycroft, who sat across from Sherlock, and from what he saw He deduced everything he wanted to know from the intelligence network.

Rococo intact and Sherlock rushing into the fire.Watson seemed to understand something.

"Mr. Watson, don't think about it. If I had been at home, even if Superman rushed in and brought it out, it would only be a pile of minced meat."

Rococo just glanced at Watson's bubbles and knew what he was thinking.This is different from Sherlock's. He either thinks too fast, or Rococo sees his eyes sour, and he may not be able to see what he wants to see in a bunch of garbled characters.

Now Watson didn't understand anything.

"Don't worry about the small case at hand, Sherlock, this is an important national case, and you must help." Mycroft couldn't bear it anymore.

"Rococo, what are you having for lunch today?" Sherlock turned a deaf ear.

"Eat whatever you want." Rococo put Sam on the ground, "Anyway, you make it yourself."

"Rococo... no, the person sharing the bed with Sherlock doesn't seem to be helpful. John, persuade him, he may listen to you."

Mycroft aimed his club at another transparent glass ball, intending to start with the people around Sherlock.

Sharing the same bed?Rococo wanted to have a good "talk" with this sharp government official.

"what?"

Watson got a bit too much information this morning.

After all, Mycroft failed to convince his younger brother, and only Rococo knew how willfully the "banner" that blocked all of Mycroft's persuasion methods stood there.

He finally locked on Watson and handed him the documents of the important national case, hoping that he would make Sherlock change his mind.

And this important national case is more common than imagined: Civil servant West, who may have taken away the secret memory stick of the country's latest defense system, was hit hard on the head and died on the railroad tracks. The whereabouts of the memory stick is unknown. Locke helped find it, that's all.

"Sherlock, don't force me to order you." Mycroft said this to Sherlock after explaining what happened.

Sherlock calmly set up the violin: "Try it?"

"You will always need my help." Mycroft glanced at Rococo who poured Watson a glass of water.

"I'm waiting for this day." Sherlock disagreed.

After saying goodbye to Watson, Mycroft turned to Rococo with a big smile on his face: "I hope you can endure the days with Sherlock, but if you need me, I can also help introduce some nice houses..."

"No, she doesn't need it," Sherlock interrupted.

Wait a minute, don't make up your own mind, who said she doesn't need it?

"Well, good luck to you, Miss Rococo."

Mycroft is gone, Rococo has tears in his eyes QAQ

Watson sat down, he was now a bubble of question marks.

"Can I ask, what happened to rushing into the fire? What happened to sharing a bed? Also, Sherlock, you obviously have nothing to do, why didn't you agree to your brother?"

Sherlock kept silent, and Watson could only turn his attention to Rococo.

Just as Rococo opened his mouth, Sherlock played the violin, the rhythm was a bit fast, directly covering Rococo's voice.

Sorry Watson, it's not that she doesn't want to talk about Rococo, but some people don't want her to talk about it. _(:з」∠)_

Within a minute, Sherlock stopped playing the violin.He seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and looked at Rococo: "I have already asked Mrs. Hudson for you. After she clears out the room next to her on the first floor, you can move in tomorrow at the latest."

Now the question is: Where will she sleep tonight?

The bell rang, and Sherlock was in high spirits while answering the phone.

Rococo captured the key sentence: [The explosion of 222 was not an accident. ]

"It's Lestrade looking for me." Sherlock stood up. "Come on, Rococo. John, come?"

Different objects have different ways of asking, and even refused to give Rococo a question of rejection.

"Will I be of any help? I took a day off today, so I might as well help Mrs. Hudson clean up the room." Rococo stood still and didn't move.

[One of the Rococo points of repression: the financial situation. ]

"That wasn't an accident Rococo, you really don't want to know who blew up your house?" After saying this, Sherlock looked at her with a confident smile.

"Let's go, let me go after you find that person, don't stop me." Rococo followed. 【Captive sleeves "Blogger, aren't you coming?" Shouted Sherlock, who had already stepped up the stairs.

Come?Come to see your show of affection?

Watson was very tired, but he followed silently.

In the taxi, Watson sat in the co-pilot's position and was under attack from the back seat with up to 999 points of damage.

Rococo: "Mr. Holmes, when did I promise you to live in 221B?"

Sherlock: "You didn't say no last night."

Rococo: "...Speak well, otherwise it will cause ambiguity."

Sherlock: "What ambiguity?"

……

It was only when Rococo arrived at the London police station that he realized that he had missed something.

Sam: Awwow woof QAQ I really love you master, you haven’t slipped past me yet QAQ

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When Detective Lestrade saw them coming, the first thing he sighed in the bubble was [Oh!three people? ! ]

He told Sherlock that the explosion of 222 was not a simple gas leak, because he found a letter to Sherlock in the indoor safe.

"Rococo, what was in the safe?" Sherlock picked up the letter and looked it up at the light.

what is...?Don't mention what was inside, she didn't know what the password was from the beginning.

(:3つ)3

"I don't remember." Rococo brought out a trump card that is applicable to everyone.

[(Bodomian letter paper from the Czech Republic) (fountain pen - Parker Dover series gold pen) (from a woman's handwriting)]

"You don't remember what was in the safe in your house where you kept your valuables?"

Except for Sherlock, the other two people present did not quite believe it.

Rococo continued to pretend: "Don't you also deposit worthless hair ropes in the bank safe? So it's not surprising that I don't remember what's in my safe."

"The hair rope is stored in the bank safe?" Watson can no longer describe today as "a bit too much information".

"John, I advise you not to blog this." Sherlock took out the paper knife and started cutting the letter paper.

Inside the envelope was the same cell phone used in the "Pink Study" (Watson's name for the taxi driver murder case).

According to Sherlock, the phone was purposely aged to look exactly like the previous one, a person who most likely had seen Watson's blog entries.

When the phone is turned on, a new text message is displayed.After a few chimes of the Greenwich time, there was a picture of the room.

"Where should I have seen here."

Sherlock imprinted the picture on his bubble and began to check it with his memory.Soon, a similar photo was matched.

The three of them, plus Inspector Lestrade, returned to 221B Baker Street.Sherlock walked in the front and opened the door with the key to enter.

After Rococo entered the door, he didn't see Sam coming.

"Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock knew where he was looking. The picture came from the basement of 221B. He needed Mrs. Hudson to open the door.

"Mrs. Hudson, have you seen Sam?" Luo Keke asked casually after seeing Mrs. Hudson bring the key to the basement.

"Oh? Didn't you see it? This little pissed on the stairs in front of me, so I tied a rope to the door and planned to bring it back after it was finished." Mrs. Hudson complained a bit.

Lock the door?

"Go ahead, don't worry about me." Rococo turned and walked towards the door.

There was no sign of Sam near the entrance of 221B. There was a lot of traffic on Baker Street, but Sam would never run around.

"Wang!"

Rococo turned around when he heard the dog barking, but it wasn't Sam.

"Excuse me, do you know Sam?" It was the owner of the dog, an elderly lady, who asked.

After Rococo nodded, she handed her a letter: "I was asked to forward this to the girl who knew Sam at the gate of 221B."

Rococo could see the dog owner's bubble, and she wasn't lying, and when she mentioned that person, the image that appeared in the bubble was a person who covered himself with a hood.But there could also be another middleman.

Rococo took the letter and wrote on the front: Accepted by Rococo.

The opposite is: you will never see your Shiba Inu again if you don't tear it apart within ten seconds of seeing this typesetting.