[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

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At the entrance of the Louvre Museum in Paris, France, the queue for buying tickets formed a long queue.

"Excuse me, please let me go." Rococo squeezed out from the crowd, held up two tickets in his hand, and smiled triumphantly, "Deng dong! Your magical Rococo lady got the tickets, Chervoff gentlemen."

Sherlock frowned: "What's with that stupid name?".

"This is your identity in this country, it's written on the visa." Rococo pretended to be serious, and then stuck out his tongue, "Leave that aside, guess how I got these two tickets for free without queuing Yes, Mr. Detective."

"I saw the man you just negotiated with. He went out this morning to shave his beard and scratched his chin. Your bell can ward off evil spirits."

Luo Keke sighed, with a face of "do you dare to pretend that you don't know to keep a sense of mystery", took Sherlock's hand through the crowd and prepared to queue up at the entrance: "I have said it several times, it is not to ward off evil spirits, it is to Amulet, please have the letter? The bell you wholesaled by Ms. Rococo can really bring good luck, and it can exchange two tickets for the Louvre for us."

In order to avoid the eyes and ears of Moriarty's remnants, Sherlock left the UK with the fake identities of various European countries and Rococo prepared by Mycroft. Except for the bank account that received a sum of money every month, Rococo did Started a business selling bells.With her own skills, she can see the bad luck in someone's thinking at a glance, and describe it all. When the other party believes it, she grandly launches her own bell amulet_(:з」∠)_

——Don’t miss it when you pass by, the Rococo body protection bell is a good choice for you to prevent mildew and harm.

Following the line of tourists into the Louvre, after less than an hour of shopping, Sherlock suddenly said, "I think the museum will want to see me."

Rococo scanned several famous murals on the wall: "Did you find any famous paintings that are actually fakes?"

Sherlock looked at the crowd: "Rococo, take a look at your phone."

"There is no signal in this museum area, what's the matter..." Rococo followed Sherlock's gaze, and then realized, "That's how it is."

Ten minutes later, the deputy curator of the Louvre received Sherlock in the monitoring room.

"Indeed, during this period of time, thefts in the Louvre were very rampant. Many foreign tourists complained to us that they were stolen in the museum. After watching the video, they found that the thieves were all children about ten years old. The police treated them a little There is no other way." The deputy curator looked helpless, "But sir, you are not a local at first sight, so did you have something stolen?"

"The middle-aged man in a wheelchair who visited the famous painting exhibition area is responsible for monitoring these minors who are stealing." Sherlock pointed to a middle-aged man in a dark red plaid shirt in a wheelchair who was talking on the phone in the corner of the surveillance screen. people.

The deputy curator was a little unbelievable: "How do you know?"

"The creases on his trouser legs are obviously not caused by sitting for a long time. People who are still riding a bicycle in the morning will sit in a wheelchair to see the exhibition in the afternoon. I really can't believe who would have such leisure time." Sherlock.

"You know, sir, there will indeed be a small number of people who will choose to pretend to be disabled and walk through the green channel in order to avoid queuing or not queuing."

"But no one will make calls all the time in a venue with no signal." This is Rococo that sees through everything.

"He held a map of the museum in his hand, but he folded it several times. I think every once in a while, he would find a child to 'ask for directions', and then take away the money that the child just got. This kind of wheelchair One side of the armrest can be opened, and there is a small table inside, I am afraid that he has hidden all the valuables he stole inside." Sherlock added, "If you want to hurt more people, I don't mind if you stare at Monitor and watch for several hours to verify my conclusion."

Rococo and Sherlock can be called a mobile crime-solving team, and Sherlock's keen insight helped them discover many "crime clues" along the way.

"Who are you? As a thank you, I would like to offer two annual passes to the Louvre."

"No. Please call us 'Red Scarves'."

This is the last conversation between Rococo and the deputy curator.

Regarding the "red scarf", Luo Keke explained to Sherlock in this way: "Since the name cannot be disclosed, then if asked, just find a code name."

And Sherlock doesn't reject this code name, because in his opinion, this code name is not as stupid as his "Mr. Cherworth".

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Sometimes Rococo wants to take a quiet vacation, but for Sherlock, apart from sleeping, even if he is asked to lie in the sun for 5 minutes and do nothing, he can't bear it. The word rest is for him Probably a torture.

On the coast of Love in Greece, a rich man died on his private beach and was hit hard on the head. There were only the rich man's own footprints on the beach, and there were no murder weapons around.

But it wasn't a case worth mentioning in detail on the trip, and it wasn't even an appetizer for Sherlock.

"If the police failed to pay attention to those tiny footprints on the beach, then they really should resign collectively." Sherlock sneered as usual.

"I really can't imagine how unlucky a person can be to be crushed to death by a coconut crab on a tree." Rococo slightly sympathized.

Luckily Newton sat under an apple tree, not a coconut tree.

"In a case I handled the year before last, the victim died suddenly in his closed balcony. The cause of death was that a new cat from the neighbor's house slipped in when the window was opened, and the victim had severe cat fur allergies." Sherlock is used to such cases, He looked around and continued, "Everything is a sign, for example, the man over there will soon be tripped by himself if there is no accident."

Rococo followed Sherlock's gaze, and a man staggered before taking a few steps, almost fell to the ground, and then lowered his head to find his shoelaces that were loose on the ground.

"The man at the door of the restaurant will run away soon, and the call he just hung up is from his wife who is about to give birth." Sherlock's eyes fell on another person.

Rococo held Sherlock's hand tightly: "My almighty Mr. Holmes, it's rare to pass by this famous resort, why don't you turn your attention to another place?"

"Where do you want to go?" Sherlock's eyes stayed on Rococo's tight arms for a few seconds.

"Of course it is..." Of course it was her body.This is the sea of ​​love, love, love, sea!

However, Sherlock didn't give her the chance to speak out, and quickly interrupted: "A place without cases is definitely not an excellent resort."

This wave, Rococo was convinced.

"Then let me let you experience the feeling of vacation." Rococo suddenly turned to Sherlock seriously, "It's one o'clock in the afternoon, if you can find me before four o'clock in the afternoon, the arrangements for the next week are all up to you , go to the tropical rainforest, the front line of the battlefield, whatever. But if you can’t find me, take a vacation like a normal person on the coast in the next three days. Although I don’t reject crazy and lively journeys, occasionally A break is also necessary. Bet or not, Sherlock?".

"Three hours?" Sherlock questioned, "You think it will take me three hours to find you?"

Rococo:"……"

If it was London, Rococo estimated that Sherlock could be easily found by hiding in any corner, but this is a strange country, and Sherlock is not a GPS.

She hails a taxi at random, asks the driver to make a few circles and drops off a mile from where she was picked up.At the drop-off point, she saw a flower seller. Rococo bought a flower at random and told the seller that if anyone described her characteristics to him, she would tell him that she was heading east.

Immediately, she walked in the opposite direction in front of the peddler. After leaving the peddler's sight, she turned back from another road, bought a newspaper at a roadside newsstand, found a coffee shop, and ordered a cup of milk tea to find He took a corner and sat down.

If Rococo can still be found in this way, she will believe in evil.

Half an hour later, when the milk tea bottomed out and the newspaper was finished, Rococo lay down on the table and fell asleep.

When she woke up, Sherlock was wearing a familiar coat, sitting opposite her, drinking a cup of coffee and flipping through her newspaper.

"The struggle between these political parties is really tireless." He should have noticed that Rococo has woken up.

"What time is it? When did you find me?" Rococo rubbed his eyes, asked two questions in a row, and glanced at the time. It was almost five o'clock.

Sherlock was unhurried, and glanced at the flower on the table: "Although I don't want to admit defeat, the flower seller on the roadside pointed me to a wrong path, and I wasted a lot of time. When I found you, it was already four o'clock. It's over. You won, Rococo."

Luo Keke, who was just about to sigh and admit defeat, suddenly opened her eyes wide and smiled, she almost believed in evil.She couldn't wait to see Sherlock lying impatiently on the beach chair.

Just after leaving the door of the coffee shop, Rococo stopped.

"The flower I bought was left on the table, I'll be right back."

She turned back, picked up the flowers on the table and turned to look for the waiter in this area.

"Excuse me, do you still remember when the gentleman who sat with me came here?"

"I remember it was half an hour ago." The waiter didn't hesitate.

But what Rococo saw was: [He arrived not long after you lay down on the table, and then sat with you until just now, Miss.But he specifically told me to tell you so if you ask me.

So, don't lie to Rococo.

She trotted out of the cafe, and naturally placed a kiss on Sherlock's lips.

"Before the boring tomorrow comes, I think I can save it tonight. Should I find a case and think about it for three days?"

Will Rococo break?no way.She doesn't want to go to the front line of the rainforest battlefield yet.

The author has something to say:

Some people say that this is simply an "invisible pit"_(:з」∠)_

Because what I originally wanted to write was a light-hearted and pleasant story, so the last chapter ended in such a logical way.

There should be a few extra chapters.