3. The Goldfish of London 03
Sherlock's eyes focused on Erin, who was sitting across from him, trying to capture her reaction in the slightest, and then proceed to further analysis and judgment, but the other party's reaction was beyond Mr. Detective's expectations-
"Oh."
The pupils did not shrink slightly, and the whole person was as relaxed as before, and there was no fear or anxiety as it should be. If he could, Sherlock would have wanted to touch the young lady's hand and escape from the psychological emergency mechanism, and the blood would first flow back to her legs, causing her hands to become cold. But that's obviously not what a gentleman should do, is it?
Erin finally reacted as if she had been slow for half a beat, and she added, "Can I eat first?" Before I came here, I was eating. β
"Japanese food, I know." Sherlock answered quickly.
Facing Erin's curious and probing eyes, Sherlock explained in a sparse and ordinary tone, "I smell wasabi from you, and I bet that the only dish that uses this strong wasabi in cooking is Japanese food." Also, do you acquiesce to what I just asked? β
Sherlock said with a more intuitive piece of evidence, a short surveillance video, a video of a person changing out of thin air. As for the origin of the video, this is a secret that cannot be said.
Erin put the menu down, blinked and said, "I thought this was your special way of opening the topic, so I cooperated with you in order not to be cold." Don't worry, you're really a funny guy and dating you won't be unbearable. β
Sherlock: "...... How do you explain this image? It was taken from a street monitor. β
"Hmm-" Erin thought for a moment and gave a plausible-sounding answer, "Magic?" Maybe I'm a magician. β
Sherlock quickly asked, "Even the coat on your body, which is obviously still creased, was it conjured up by you out of thin air?" Then he pointed out: "The shirt and jeans you are wearing now are obviously not the clothes you should wear at this temperature in London, and considering the time displayed on your watch, it is perfectly eight time zones different from the current time in London, and considering that you are Chinese, it is Beijing time." Obviously in China, you are dressed right now for this season. β
Erin responds to all changes with no change: "I'm afraid I can't tell you the secret of magic." β
Sherlock's gaze fell on Irene's shirt and asked a heart-wrenching question: "Then you can tell me what kind of shirt you are wearing?" I can't even see it. β
"You're so knowledgeable about blouses?" Erin feigned surprise and said, also looking at the purple shirt worn by Mr. Detective, and said meaningfully, "Well, it's not difficult to understand, after all, you're wearing a purple shirt." β
Sherlock pointed sharply, "I don't think there's any connection between the two, and you're avoiding the question, Miss Ai." β
Erin explained "thoughtfully": "It also has an alias called purple, Mr. Holmes. β
Angelo, who came over to memorize the menu when she saw Erin gesticulating, happened to hear Erin's words, and was afraid that Sherlock would be lonely, so she hurriedly covered him: "Sherlock is not GAY, I can testify to this." Uh, you say yes, Sherlock? β
How could Sherlock, who was alone, understand the boss's kindness, he turned his head to look out the window and said, "Girlfriend is not my thing. β
Angelo: "......" said that you are really right to bet on orphans! He turned to look at Erin and said apologetically, "Well, whatever you want to eat, count it on my account." β
Erin showed an unusually bright smile: "Thank you so much then!" β
Angelo looked at the bright smiles of the girls, shook her head in her heart, and said sorry for Sherlock. After taking down Erin's order, before he could look at Sherlock, Sherlock's dry voice came "I'm not hungry", and Angelo was not surprised, so she left for the back kitchen, and now there were only their tables of guests in the restaurant.
"Your hands." The consulting detective, who seemed to be deflated earlier, spoke coldly.
Erin: "? β
"Your hands are obviously not what a magician should be, and before I shook hands with you, you looked like a forensic doctor or a surgeon with medical training, but obviously you are neither. The thin cocoons on your hands are very special, but considering who you are, it is easy to understand that you write with a brush all year round.
In addition, you studied mechanical engineering, and you have the smell of perchloroethylene, which is the oil that is used to remove bolts that are not easy to remove. At the same time you also have a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, which can be seen from your trouser legs. β
Erin subconsciously glanced at her trouser leg, obviously she couldn't deduce from the traces of her trouser leg like Mr. Detective did, whether she had a motorcycle, or a Harley-Davidson motorcycle.
Sherlock's rendition continued, "In addition, you have practiced swords, not Western swords, but a lighter sword. Judging by the way you sit and walk, you used to have your sword tucked behind your back, though I haven't figured out your intentions for doing so. β
The last sentence was really too rare for a Sherlock Holmes, but Sherlock's eyes were very brightβhis complexion was pale, and the color of his iris was very light, as if the rest of his face had been sucked away by his black curls. To be honest, the appearance of the consulting detective does not conform to the current mainstream aesthetics, but he has a special charm when he shows off his IQ, especially his eyes, which have the illusion that they will suck people into the whirlpool.
Now Sherlock was staring at the girl sitting across from him with those eyes that seemed to be hiding many secrets, and her reaction was once again unexpected by Sherlock.
She didn't have the stunned, shocked, and offended displeasure that most people would have, but her eyes also became very bright, and it was that kind of shiny feeling, as if a child had gotten a favorite toy, and then sincerely praised: "This is really amazing, I want to learn it even more now!" Well, as a sign of my apologies and sincerity, I can be honest with you. Well, the thing I told you about "I was eating before I came here" is true. And that video of yours reminds me once again of the fact that I'm on an amazing journey right now. Believe me, it took me ten minutes to get me to accept this, both physically and psychologically. Speaking of which, you seem convinced that I'm on an amazing journey. Forgive me, I haven't found a fit, or more scientific, word to describe it. β
"I'm not an ordinary person." Mr. Detective said as he stretched out his arm and unfastened the cufflinks.