[Detective Sherlock] Rococo who sees through everything

Rococo trotted across the road, knocked on the door of 221B Baker Street, ignored Mrs. Hudson who opened the door, and hurried up the stairs with the BlackBerry mobile phone whose screen was still on.

Panting a bit, she rushed up to the second floor, held on to the door frame and turned a corner, and at a glance she saw Sherlock standing leisurely in the dining room, holding a test tube and flask to mix the liquid.Several large beakers floated in the bubble above his head, with various chemical equations wrapped around them that she couldn't understand.

——Help me! ! ! SH

She received a text message from the detective 3 minutes ago, and the three exclamation points forced her to throw down the watering can in her hand and rush over, but what she saw was this leisurely detective mixing chemical reagents? !

Is this teasing her or is it teasing her? (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

She calmed down her mood and slowed down her speech: "Mr. Holmes, may I ask why you called me here?"

Sherlock raised his eyes and glanced at her, then continued to work on his hands, and said with a blank expression: "Bring me the apricot-yellow reagent on the upper layer in the refrigerator."

"..." (╬▔dish▔)

Calling her with three exclamation points is to let her get him a can of reagents in the refrigerator that is three steps away from him, but nearly 3 steps away from her [-] minutes ago?

My regards to your family, sir. (#`dish)

"Rococo, please bring me the apricot-yellow reagent on the upper layer of the refrigerator." Sherlock thought that Rococo didn't hear clearly, so he repeated it again.

Rococo held his breath, and quietly gave his middle finger when passing behind Sherlock.The moment she opened the refrigerator, she experienced the taste of "slightly drunk". There was a palm turned upside down in the middle of the upper layer of the refrigerator, and all kinds of reagents were placed on the upper side of the refrigerator.

Mr. Holmes, your taste is really cool. Have you put these things in the refrigerator, have you considered the feeling of the refrigerator? ←_← Rococo rolled his eyes, ignored the frozen severed palm, and stopped at a row of various reagent bottles.But there are so many yellow reagents which one is apricot yellow_(:з」∠)_

She took out a bottle of yellow reagent casually, closed the refrigerator door with a "squeak" to express her dissatisfaction, and then knocked heavily on the dining table full of reagent bottles in front of Sherlock.

Facing the impact of the thick glass bottom and the tabletop, Sherlock only frowned slightly.At the same time, a line of words was added to the equation in the bubble: [light yellow≠pricot yellow]

"This is light yellow." Sherlock said simply and clearly.

"Mr. Holmes, I'm sorry that I didn't learn art well in elementary school and couldn't tell the difference between light yellow and apricot yellow. Please take it yourself." Rococo gritted his teeth and apologized.

Sherlock used a test tube to draw two drops of the liquid in the reagent bottle, dripped it into the beaker, and said calmly, "The third bottle from the left, please put this bottle back to its original position."

After Rococo brought the correct reagent, he sighed helplessly: "Mr. Holmes, do you know that you can easily be fired if you treat employees like this?"

When she can't stay any longer, she must copy the boss and slam the door out handsomely.

"You will not."

Before she could ask "why", she saw Sherlock's head appearing [On X, X, Roco saw Mycroft Holmes.Objective 1: Monitor me; Objective 2: Monitor me; the probability of achieving the objective...]

A string of numbers with a percent sign started scrolling, and when it stopped, it became a [? ].

"Sir, with your intelligence, I must have known that I have met your brother." Luo Keke bit the word "pro" emphatically, "This is the first time I have seen a brother who cares so much about his brother." .”

Caring and caring to the point of bribery for personal monitoring←_←

"Then you will?" Sherlock put down the reagent bottle in his hand, and finally looked at Rococo.

Luo Keke could hear what he was asking, it was nothing more than whether he would monitor him and broadcast live to his own brother.

She didn't answer "yes" or "no" directly, but it was understandable to talk to Smart about ten or eight detours, "I work for you for money."

That is to say, once the job content is reasonable, as long as she is willing to pay wages, she will definitely adopt other ones.

But she went on instead: "At least you have to have a good reason for me to refuse this job."

Sherlock packed up the reagents, and the messy chemical equations in Rococo's eyes finally disappeared.He walked to the sink, turned on the tap and washed his hands, then waved his hands gracefully to shake off some water stains.At the same time, he could see the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Why should I persuade you to refuse?"

"Why not? Make me say no, or fire me. Nobody likes having a spy around, does they?"

Rococo felt that he could no longer keep up with the brain circuit of this wise man.

"Double pay will motivate people, so you will spend more time staying with me as an assistant in the future." Sherlock picked up a towel and dried his hands, and then added, "I'll keep you, How about splitting the money equally?"

Then his speech bubble revealed that he was calculating how much his brother, who was in a high-ranking government office, would be paid.

evenly divided...

"Are you joking?" Rococo's mouth twitched, but Sherlock said, "Of course not."

So the rhythm becomes Mycroft's attempt to hire Rococo to spy on Sherlock for her, and the unusual consultant detective's request to split the pay as you watch.It's really... admirable and impressive economic mind_(:з"∠)_

"That's right." Sherlock seemed to suddenly remember something when he brushed past Rococo, "Why..."

The words he wanted to say came out of his bubble first: [Why do you always stare at the top of my head? (I always show a clear expression after reading it); (Due to the inflammation of the inflammatory pseudotumor, the inner side of the superior rectus muscle is thickened and adhered to the superior oblique muscle, resulting in excessive upward rotation and limited downward rotation of the right eye?); (A certain A special habit?)] No, no, neither, because the air bubbles above your head always startle her.

Luo Keke believes that except for his eyes are always turned up, his expression is well concealed, how can he tell the clear expression?What the hell is that bunch of medical terms?

Before Rococo could think of something good to say to deal with this matter, Sherlock was interrupted by a series of hurried footsteps.

A young woman in dark clothes stopped at the door and politely knocked on the open door for attention.

"Sherlock, the poor woman said she was looking for you, so I let her in." Mrs. Hudson's voice came from downstairs.

A haggard blond woman in her thirties, wearing a black woolen coat, and dark brown eye circles showing her fatigue, stood at the door restrainedly after knocking on the door.

Rococo subconsciously looked at Sherlock, she knew he could tell her many things that she couldn't see with her own eyes.

[30-year-old woman (ring on ring finger-married) (several needle holes on the back of the hand-intern nurse or recently had a disease) (clean hands-hired people to do housework-used to be in good financial condition) (recently small debts-husband dyed addicted to drugs) (light makeup, no revealing clothes - no affair) (purpose of this trip - help)]

Rococo learned how to be good this time, and after a glance without any trace, he immediately lifted the chair for visitors and placed her in the center of the living room, and then made a gesture of invitation to the woman.

Only then did the woman let go of the hand holding the door frame, and walked in step by step: "My name is St. Clair, and I'm here..."

"Let's talk about the case directly, I hope it's not too boring." Sherlock clasped his hands and made a crisp sound before placing it in front of him. He was still deeply bored because he hadn't encountered any interesting cases in the past few days.

Before Mrs. St. Clair spoke, a well-dressed man appeared in the bubble above her head, with a recording pen pinned to his chest, as if he was doing clerical work.

"Mr. Holmes, my husband is missing." Although her complexion was bad, when the news came out of her mouth, her expression was not as anxious as expected.

[Boring. There is a 60% possibility of having an affair, a 30% possibility of drug abuse and debts and escape from the creditor, and a 10% possibility to be determined. ]

"Scotland Yard is more suitable for this kind of case." Sherlock turned and walked to the kitchen without looking back. Rococo saw the unspoken [(stupid) Scotland Yard] and [this (low IQ) )case]

It seems that this cold and tall gentleman has given Rococo a hint to see off guests ←_←

Sherlock brewed a pot of coffee unhurriedly, took out his mobile phone and began to read today's electronic newspaper.

Seeing this scene, Mrs. St. Clair choked on the words she was going to prepare next, and couldn't say a word.

"Don't pay attention to his wife, you continue."

From the intermittent pictures in the bubble above her head, Luo Ke could see that the disappearance was not as simple as imagined.

Sherlock looked away from the phone screen and glanced at Rococo, without making a sound.

Rococo spread out his brand new work notebook, pulled out the ballpoint pen clipped on the cover, and was always ready to record key clues.

"My husband Neville St Clair and I live in the East End of London. He disappeared a week ago. The strangest thing is that I saw him on the day he disappeared..."

"Are you a nurse? Or an intern?" Rococo interrupted.

Mrs. St. Clair froze for a moment, then nodded quickly.

"Sorry, go ahead, tell me what's strange." Rococo successfully helped Sherlock rule out the speculation that the lady was ill recently, and she really did her best as an assistant_(:з」∠)_

She turned her back so that Sherlock would not notice her subsequent upward glances.

"When I passed by a small hotel that day, I saw my husband standing in the room on the second floor. He also noticed me and seemed to be waving desperately at me. I could barely see how many buttons on his jacket had been undone. The jacket was gone. He was supposed to be working or doing an interview at that point in time...by the way, my husband is a reporter."

The man from before appeared again in her air bubbles. He was standing on the second floor of a small hotel, his hands shaking his face with excitement.

"I rushed in and rushed into the room where my husband was, and there was only his coat and pants on the floor, and he just evaporated," Mrs. St. Clair recalled.

"Could it be that he hid because he didn't want you to find out for some reason? Or went out by another way?" Luo Keke swallowed the word "affair" in consideration of the feelings of the person involved.

By this time Sherlock had already boiled the coffee and was slowly pouring it into the ceramic coffee cup.

"No, this small hotel has only one door, and I also asked the hotel owner at the front desk, and they said that I didn't see my husband go out dressed up after I came in.

Rococo turned his head and glanced at Sherlock, his attention was attracted at the moment, and he was staring at the living room.

"Sir, if you pour the coffee again, it will overflow." If you were not interested in the past, you will be slapped in the face now.

As soon as Rococo finished speaking, some hot coffee overflowed from the cup and fell on Sherlock's thumb holding the cup wall.

[hot. ]

But thoughts and actions didn't match, Sherlock just flicked his fingers nonchalantly.

Then the word "hot" was disassembled, and the details of the case that Mrs. St. Clair mentioned earlier began to be listed.

Luo Keke hooked the corners of his mouth indiscriminately, and asked, "What else, did you find anything else?"

Mrs. St. Clair lowered her head and pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly raised her head and said, "Coins, I found a thick bag of coins in my husband's coat pocket."

At this moment, a brown men's coat appeared in her bubble, and there was a pile of change in the pocket, mostly [-] pence, £[-], and £[-] coins, with one or two crumpled £[-] notes interspersed.

"Is your husband addicted to drugs, and not long ago, he owed debts because of it, leaving early and returning late for a long time?"

It was Sherlock who said this. He was holding his own coffee, and at some point stood beside Rococo.

Do you know how scary it is to turn your head and see a large group of bubbles mixed with text and pictures?

Mrs. St. Clair was a little shocked when Rococo guessed her occupation, but now she was frightened.She kept nodding her head yes.

"But he's been off drugs for a long time."

"Obviously he cheated on you," Sherlock continued mercilessly. "Are you sure you didn't meet anyone else when you stormed into the hotel looking for your husband?"

"Well... If there is one, there is only one disheveled beggar. When I ran in, the hotel owner was driving him out of the door."

"how does he look like?"

"Sorry... I was in a hurry so I don't remember."

Didn't you say that you were not interested in this case before, sir =. =?

After asking some more details, Sherlock asked Rococo to write down Mrs. St. Clair's contact information, saying that she would be contacted after it was resolved.

After seeing off Mrs. St. Clair, Rococo went back to the second floor and saw Sherlock frowning and flipping through her notebook.There is a blank space at the top of the long list of clues in the bubble above his head.

"Rococo, do you really keep records?" Sherlock still turned his back to her.

"Of course!"

"Then can you explain why only the name, occupation and the word "missing" are recorded?" Sherlock turned around and looked at Rococo who said "if you want to come, don't come, don't bb". With a calmer expression, "Can you misspell two of these few words?"

When time travel came, I only lit up the listening and speaking skills, and I blame her for not having any good reading and writing skills. In this era of automatic error correction with mobile phone input methods, it is normal to write a word or two wrong.Besides, she only used the record book for pretense and not for recording. Isn't there a Sherlock Holmes tape recorder for recording? _(:з"∠)_

Sherlock put on his coat and said at the same time: "Repeat exactly what the lady said when I made coffee."

"Sir, did you not hear yourself?"

After seeing the sentence above Sherlock's head, I will automatically filter the information that is boring and takes up memory. ] After that, she understood, at first it was regarded as a case of low IQ, so she didn’t listen to it at all, right? The memory rate is only 10% after 52.8 minutes?"

"Sir, it's more affordable for you to hire a tape recorder." Rococo raised one hand to ignore the ridicule, and told him that she would never be able to repeat it, okay?

After Sherlock looked at her for a few seconds, his tone seemed to become more humane: "Let's go out first, 52.8% is fine."

52.8%... Let's discuss, and then open a root?