[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Connie woke up in the morning three days later. At that time, her body was covered with nutrient solution, and her face was still pale.

But what comforted her a little was that this time she was lying on a big bed, and the surrounding buildings were no longer as white as white, as if they were dead.

There are also some familiar smells.

She didn't relax until Sherlock walked into the room in a coat.

What followed was unexpected tears of joy.

Sherlock must have brought her back while she was asleep.

"I thought I was going to die inside!" She couldn't help crying, the feeling of falling into the cold and despair, but unable to control and escape, was too bad.

Sherlock handed over the warm milk and patted her on the head.

Connie took it and took a sip, then exhaled comfortably.

"Where is this?" She looked around in a mess, furniture and instruments were placed in a room, like a private domain.

"My laboratory." Sherlock replied, pulled out the needle on the back of her hand for her, and turned back to gesture to the monitor in the corner.

After a while, a waiter came in pushing a dining car.

"Master." The little brother in a white shirt and black tie bowed respectfully to Sherlock, and then, under Connie's slightly dazed gaze, quickly put the prepared food on the table... moved to Kang in front of Ni.

Connie, who was immersed in the handsome boy's handsome eyebrows and eyes, saw him approaching, and immediately recovered from his address of "Master".

"Thank you, thank you." She replied and saw the younger brother's bright smile.

Ma Ma, she seemed to be fascinated by a little brother just now!

The old man blushed, and she blankly waved at the younger brother who bowed to Sherlock.

Oh my god, I lost my old face.

Thanks to her lack of blood, even if she blushed, it was only a physical emotion, and the bloodshot process did not spread to her cheeks.

Sherlock sat on the stool next to the bed, studying his experiment directly.

Knowing a little bit about Connie's character, he naturally knew that she would take the initiative to eat by himself.

But she didn't see her move.

do not like?

Sherlock, who didn't hear anything, looked to the left, and saw the man who was staring blankly at the man exiting the room, with a trance in his eyes.

"Uncomfortable?" He reached out and touched her forehead.

"So handsome... Sherlock, are all the boys who work in your house so handsome?" Connie swore, she just felt that after she escaped from the dead, she was comforted by his handsome face and smile soul.

"..."

"Huh?...!" Connie, who came back to her senses, saw Sherlock's silent eyes.

pill!

"I, I'm just talking casually..." There is absolutely no intention of coveting your waiter!

Seeing that Sherlock's low pressure didn't improve, he turned around and continued his experiment.

"Aren't you going to eat together?" Connie asked cautiously.

"No." He refused.

Connie lifted the lid and took a sip of the hot soup.

"What experiment are you doing?"

"Ebola's maximum damage to the parasite," he replied icily.

Connie nodded: "Oh..."

Half a year later, the silver spoon fell to the ground.

"Ebola! That Ebola!" She still has common sense about the most dangerous virus in history!

She looked at Sherlock in disbelief: "You are studying such a dangerous thing in your own home."

Sherlock looked at her.Helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"This was originally my private laboratory."

Connie blocked it, and then recalled what was wrong.

"But I've been lying here for so long, and you actually did it right here! What if I get infected with the virus!" Connie wanted to cry, but her appetite suddenly disappeared.

Finally rescued, is she going to die under Sherlock's experiment?

She knew that her life was not so good...

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, looking at Connie who looked loveless, a smile appeared in his eyes.

This stupid hamster.

The next second, she saw her face trembling.

"Forget it, even if you die, you have to be a full ghost!" Watching her quickly wipe out the food on the table, the corners of Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly.

"I lied to you."

"..." Connie ignored Sherlock's words, immersed in her own grief and struggling to eat her last meal.

After 5 minutes, the table was ruthlessly taken away.

Connie looked at Sherlock with teary eyes: "I'm not full yet." She only had half a bowl of soup and a few mouthfuls of rice!

"You just woke up, and you haven't eaten for several days, eat less, and eat later." Sherlock ignored her pleading, and had all the food taken away.

"Anyway, I don't have many days to live, and you still don't let me have a full meal..."

"..." This brat.

"No, you're fine." Reluctantly, Sherlock stretched out his hand and scratched Connie's head. After a while, a new chicken coop was baked. He withdrew his hand in satisfaction and continued his experiment.

Connie, who didn't know that she was being comforted by someone just now: "..."

#What did she do wrong? The world should treat her so cruelly#

On the other side of the monitor, a lady in fine clothes watched with gusto.

"I think it's a pity to be a younger sister." Mrs. Holmes, with two geniuses, stroked the neck that didn't have a chin, and made a very imaginative expression.

The old Sherlock Holmes who accompanied me: "..."

And Mycroft: "...what does Mom mean?"

"I think the daughter-in-law is not bad." She clapped her hands excitedly, as if she had found her life goal.

The old Sherlock Holmes who accompanied me: "..."

Dumbfounded Mycroft: "She's only 13 years old!" She has four children!

"What does it matter! Since this girl can be brought home by Sherlock, don't waste it. If you can be a wife, you will never be a sister! I have waited for more than 20 years to catch such a possibility, and I must not let her go. ..." Mrs. Holmes' tone seemed a little dangerous, like a big bad wolf staring at a fat sheep.

The old Sherlock Holmes who accompanied me: "..."

Speechless Mycroft: "But there are no signs of it now, it's not good to force it, let alone Sherlock..."

His mother gave him a hard look: "I didn't ask them to do what they are doing now. Your younger brother who has a negative EQ thinks he is unparalleled in intelligence. I don't believe in nurturing him since he was a child. I still can't make such a pair. It's gone!" Compared to her eldest son who started having sex at the age of 15, she was really worried about this youngest son who was still a virgin at 23.

"Honey, what do you think?"

The old Sherlock Holmes who accompanied me: "..."

"Honey?"

"???"

Unable to stop his own ambitious mother, Mycroft sighed deeply: "Anyway, don't go too far." Otherwise, Sherlock doesn't know how he will react, especially a little girl like Connie...

The elder brother always felt that Sherlock's specialness to Connie came from her special physique and appetizing craftsmanship.

He had seen Sherlock indifferent to the delicious food prepared by the chef at home.

But he would eat the food made by Connie, even if he ate less in comparison, he ate much more than he was used to.

There may be some special connection between some things, maybe Connie was really sent by God to save Sherlock.

Glancing at the two people on the monitor, Mycroft is ready to let his family go with the crowd...

Connie who didn't know that she had been entrusted with the important task of "saving Sherlock" and that Sherlock's mother was "abducted to be a daughter-in-law by all means": She was really hungry...