An Introduction to Logic introduced Connie to the first more serious author other than Richard and Carroll, who were already similar to my own little enemies.

Owen Coppie.

Of course, the book was written by him in collaboration with a guy named Cohen.

It's just that reading this introduction to logic has allowed Connie to know some of his other works while getting to know this person.

In addition to classical syllogismal logic, Owen's most important focus in this book is the technique of modern symbolic logic.

This is more divergent thinking and more powerful than rigorous logical reasoning.

But anything that succeeds from innovation is bound to come a long way.

Therefore, in order to understand the entry-level logic book Introduction to Logic, and then to sort out the mathematical logic assigned to her by Sherlock, she can only understand Guò Owen's early representative books to understand this latest masterpiece of this year, Introduction to Logic.

For example, the logical symbols he created in his youth, which he wrote by heart, and even memorized it, are necessary means to integrate this introduction to logic.

There are also things that need to be read extensively, such as logical typology, contemporary philosophy of logic, and non-formal logic.

These are all important things mentioned in the Introduction to Logic.

So after cooking dinner that night, Connie frantically finished her share and rushed upstairs.

Mrs. Hudson was amazed by the appearance of being immersed in a sea of suffering.

"Is this kid's school homework heavy?"

Henry put a tender piece of beef in his mouth and took a sip of red wine with enjoyment.

"No, I've learned about the schoolwork of children at this age, and it's usually not much." What's more, their Connie is so smart, she must have solved it in minutes.

"But she seemed to be on the verge of a great enemy, as if she had endless books to read and endless notes." is worthy of being her own mother, and she can see Connie's true state at once.

Sherlock rarely didn't play with his phone while eating, he elegantly put the last bite of beef in his mouth, put down his fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin, picked up his coffee and took a sip, breathing in the faint heat of coffee.

"Sherlock, do you know what's wrong with her?" Asking a good girl is always a couple who have no answer.

"Didn't she say it, it's nothing, it's just a book that I haven't finished." It's the truth.

Moreover, she was able to consciously complete the tasks assigned by him, which made him very satisfied.

Although the speed and comprehension are a bit miserable......

Connie spent the whole night reading the text except for the preface, important terms, postscript, and postscript.

Logical essentials of 235 pages in nine chapters on basic logical concepts, non-formal fallacies, blunt propositions, blunt syllogisms, arguments in everyday language, symbolic logic, deductive methods, quantifier theory, and induction.

Not to mention that she understands deeply, but at least when similar nouns pop out of other people's mouths, she probably won't mistake it for a mistake or a person's name.

The only good thing for her body is that in the past, she had to go online and brush ins, but tonight she slept with a pillow.

The next morning, the first thing Connie did when she woke up was to add a handful of walnuts to her breakfast.

Be cautious with your brain, it's urgent to replenish your brain!

"Well, it looks like you're making good progress." Sherlock sat barefoot in a wooden chair with his coffee, his mocking tone already palpable.

The pile of small notes that amounted to a brief transcription from earlier had apparently been seen by him.

At some point, Sherlock pulled out an A4 piece of paper out of nowhere and placed it in front of Connie.

While replenishing the body, the walnut told Sù Connie that something ominous was coming.

"Sort it out into a piece of paper for me." Don't have more.

The walnuts in Connie's hand scattered and spilled on the table.

“onepaper！？” She screamed.

So thick a book organized into a piece of paper?

“，itstillhastwosides.” Sherlock's face didn't change, and his heart didn't beat and he talked to Connie with a bad joke.

Hehehe.

Connie took the blank paper handed over by Sherlock, and the walnut kernels in her mouth were not chewed, and she almost wanted to spray him in the face.

"Time, be lenient, I'll give you a month. I'm not in a hurry to use it anyway. Seeing Connie take it, he was very tolerant and gave him a relatively long time.

Of course, it's just that he thinks it's longer.

The one-month period without the limit of that piece of paper may be a broadband for Connie.

Looking at the piece of paper and thinking about the thick stack of books in the room, she began to regret it.

…… Why don't you write some of the main content, and the rest skimmes? Anyway, Sherlock wouldn't have seen them all, and even if he did, he wouldn't be so careful, right?

A second later, she was defeated by her own irrational imagination.

Sherlock is a person who doesn't look like he's being fooled by light, he himself has a memory that he can't forget...... Hey, wait, what's wrong?

"You want me to give you a brief summary of mathematical logic because you want to read it?" The book was a little thicker, but it was a drop in the bucket compared to the books in Sherlock's room!

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, and retracted his steps just as he was about to go upstairs.

"Of course."

"But your reading speed is so fast, and you have a vivid memory, isn't it more time-consuming for me to organize it? Your words...... You can watch it in a few hours. ”

He bowed: "An hour and eight minutes, to be exact. When I was in junior high school. ”

The ostentatious nature is never hidden.

Connie's throat clumped.

"Since you've seen it all, you're still lying to me to sort it out!"

"Where did I lie to you?"

"You didn't say you were going to see ......"

"Of course, but I didn't say I hadn't seen it, did I?"

"......" she was speechless.

Connie felt that Sherlock was deliberately torturing her: "So the point is for me to tidy up, not for you to watch?" ”

He smiled with satisfaction: "The children can be taught." He said this sentence in Chinese.

It's a pity that Connie can't be surprised at this time, and there is a strong smell of Beijing films.

...... "Hehe, I'm a little angry."

Sherlock looked at Connie a little annoyed, changed his words, and put away his smile: "Why do you hate logic so much, wouldn't it be nice to learn more things at your age?" You're not one of those people who like to waste time, so why be so reluctant? ”

This slightly embarrassed and sincere look frustrated Connie again.

"Huh?" She felt as if she had been complimented.

But why does it feel like an insult?

"I've seen the workbooks you made, and the things that are taught in school now are not at all suitable for you to study, and your level is already much higher than this, so why waste time repeating these things instead of learning more useful things?"

Connie:......

Thank you so much.

"However, Introduction to Logic is almost something to study in college, or something learned by those who did well in high school and want to take the logic exam in the future, I may be better than the average middle school student, but this span is too big......" And logic or something, she feels that what to study, it seems useless, and she doesn't want to be like Sherlock to be a great detective who can see everything and see the secrets inside at a glance.

Sherlock was silent for a long time, and only then did he put down his coffee cup until the coffee in his hand was no longer steaming.

"So, let's make some coffee." His voice grew a little cold.

I don't know if it's Connie's own delusion or because of the cold weather, Sherlock's tone has always been so cold, but she feels that the words that come out of his mouth are like ice cubes added to hot coffee, and they suddenly carry full of cold air.

He's displeased.

No, rather, he's angry.

Connie shrunk her neck in fear, suddenly feeling a little regretful for saying those words, she must have Sherlock.

He quietly walked up to the second floor, the creaky door still ajar, and Connie looked at the empty staircase as if a piece was missing.