[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Connie dropped out of school.

#Her second career was also cut in half#

In view of her poor health, and the specter who was eyeing her like a tiger, she didn't know when she would come out again.

After talking on the phone with Mrs. Henry Hudson, Connie obediently stayed at Sherlock's home.

Although she worships a great god, Connie really doesn't know the details of Sherlock's family background.

#想想朋友是土豪朋友是土豪和精品的朋友先生的朋友#

#There is a difference between the two#

However, the road to becoming a master must continue.

Sherlock didn't know what had happened, she was told to stay in the old house and not go out, and even he didn't go to 221B anymore, Connie trembled for a while when she knew it - such an enemy that made Sherlock stand ready... Not even Moriarty had the honor.

On one occasion, she expressed her doubts with great respect.

"Moriarty can only be played against them." This is not a problem that can be solved by IQ.

Apart from her extraordinary intelligence, that woman's power is her greatest reliance, not to mention her ambition and ruthlessness.

Even he had to look at it with admiration.

Then, Connie was dumbfounded.

Someone who can 'play' with Moriarty... this underworld force should not be underestimated.

After all, it's the real world, not the world of novels or TV that is framed to death. Connie knows that Moriarty's 'head position' cannot be unchangeable. Who knows how many forces she can't foresee?

#The world looks more dangerous than expected#

#But this also explains why the man who was crazy and cool and said he would come back to find her has not been seen for so long#

Connie felt that she had experienced the personal experience of "the enemy of my enemy is my friend"~

#This kind of feeling of being kidnapped after being rescued by the person who kidnapped oneself#

The unspeakable sourness that can only be meant.JPG

Bart

"How the hell did you get me out?" she asked Sherlock the question again.

He either changed the subject or acted as if he didn't hear it. Of course she would notice if there were too many times.

And he said so calmly that he could play with Moriarty's ghost, and Sherlock saw it through without him noticing... He didn't go round and round to praise himself.

Even the person in charge of the ghost let her know, but why he didn't let her know how he brought her out.

My heart can't be more itchy!

Sherlock was fiddling with some iron pieces, and took a moment to glance at the half-full food in Connie's bowl.

"After eating, I will sort out the previous materials."

Connie's mouth fell down suddenly, and her eyes dimmed.

#She hates logic#

Three days of painful and dull days passed like this.

#Here I want to mention that the cook of the Sherlock Holmes family is really not too good! #

The spicy variety is versatile and all delicious!

Then, three days later, after Connie handed in the sorting materials to Sherlock, he took out a list of books comparable to her height.

She took it over blankly and took a look:

The Positive Force of Irrationality - Dan Avery

The Invisible Gorilla - Chablis Simmons

……

what the hell! ?

... The Tempest - Shakespeare

Oh oh oh at least there is a book that she can understand the "title".

"The leave of absence for this semester has already been handled. It may not be the next semester. Anyway, you know all the contents of the school. You have read these books in the past few months. ——Go to the study to find it yourself." Sherlock threw down the book list and said He walked away with the information handed by Connie.

Since then, Connie's life has officially become a bedroom—a laboratory with two points and one line.

And Mrs. Holmes, who had a crush on Connie, took Anada to fly to France as early as the day Connie woke up. Naturally, Mycroft had to go back to work. Apart from the servants, the old house basically consisted of Connie and Sherlock. .

The strange thing is that Sherlock hasn't gone out these days. Connie thinks that he can endure loneliness so much that he doesn't forget to shoot bullets on the wall of his house. It's really a good quality, until Lestrade came to the door.

At that time, Connie was taking advantage of the beautiful sunny day to go outside to bask in the sun to get rid of mold.

Although her face is still pale, the butler uncle has ordered the chef to cook delicious and nutritious meals for her every day, and even send her blood-enriching desserts and snacks during the rest, all of which are newly made with thought, Connie I also finished the sweep very well, so after a few days, I made up a lot.

At least I won't feel dizzy after walking a few more steps.

Just when she was caught off guard, Connie heard a gunshot.

#Scared her jujube cakes all dropped#

After hesitating for a while, she thought it was better to go there, this was Sherlock Holmes' house after all.

But before going over, she still texted Sherlock.

But before she received the news, Sherlock came out from a far corner with a gun in his hand.

It was the long, old-fashioned pen.

Connie was a little dazed. He looked like a handsome hunter. Even though he didn't come on horseback, he was still handsome.

That outfit is even more handsome.

"Sherlock?" She shook off the nympho that came to her mind, and looked at Sherlock.

He was taking out his mobile phone to read her text messages.

"I was shooting the target." He replied, motioning for Connie to go over.

She walked over with her snacks, and saw a green lake and a table by the lake.

He gestured for Connie to sit down at the next table, and he returned to that table.

With a wave of his hand, a frisbee was thrown from a distance.

There was another shot, and the Frisbee shattered into pieces.

Connie understood.

#People don’t shoot walls for a reason#

#Can shoot the plate directly#

#Sure enough, still a local tyrant#

Connie started eating her date cake again of course, and after killing Xiao Ban, she was attracted by the sound of a car.

It was Lestrade's police car coming along the path.

He got out of the car with a haggard face, but the injuries on his body seemed to have healed.

#Worthy of being a vigorous lace#

"Lestrade!" Connie laughed and waved to him happily.

He looked over, saw Connie's bright smile, and couldn't help but smile back.

"Connie, are you all right?"

The servants brought tea, and Leth sat down next to Connie, looking at Sherlock who was sitting on the other side.

"what's up?"

The two seemed to have something to talk about, and Connie, who wanted to ask about Lestrade's recent situation, suppressed the conversation and looked at the two quietly.

"I came here to tell you that there have been some ghost movements recently. Mycroft said let me come over to remind you. It seems that the situation over there has changed." De naturally also knew the organization and location of the ghost.

But the background behind him also told him that this matter should not be leaked out, otherwise it would harm those who knew it.

But he would pay attention to the news of the ghost in private, partly because of the actions towards Connie there.

Lestrade took a sip of tea and sighed lightly.

According to Mycroft, the man didn't seem to be doing well.

That man is Gabriel.

How Sherlock rescued Connie did not mention a word to others. Mycroft can probably guess some, and naturally he can follow the clues. It's just that no one has dug up the secret about Connie.

Apart from Connie herself, there were only three people who knew about it.

Emilia, who had promised Gabriel not to hurt her a few days ago, seemed to have backed down.

why?

why.

Naturally Gabriel's situation deteriorated.

Lestrade sent a message, he himself did not understand the real meaning of it, but Sherlock knew it as soon as he heard it.

It is probably only the two brothers of the Holmes family who can make someone pass a message, but the person who sends the message can't understand it at all.

Connie was also confused.

She still doesn't know why she was arrested.

Not to mention that her biggest secret has been exposed.

"What about two?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

Lestrade was taken aback for a moment, but Sherlock only nodded to show that he knew, thinking he would ask a few words.

He asked this question again when he was frustrated.

Thinking of another incident that happened today, he hesitated: "Well...that is, about him."

"Who?"

Connie understood: "It's the uncle who kidnapped me... called..." Huh?

Lestrade's face was full of cold sweat: "Danny."

Connie answered naturally: "Yes, it's Danny." There was no embarrassment of forgetting someone's name at all.

"So... that is, he already knew he was wrong, and he has been in the detention center for so many days, can this matter..." It is rare for Lestrade to rush forward to persuade the guardian after Sherlock got angry. people.

Connie thought that the meaning of Danny Fan to Lestrade might not be ordinary.

Sherlock's "Got it" immediately made Lestrade ecstatic.

After saying goodbye and apologizing to Connie again, she couldn't wait to turn around and go on bail.

"True love..." Don't talk about McCoff, the wife didn't know how she felt when she saw it...

Sherlock floated over with a cool look: "Go back."

"Oh." Connie nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and followed Sherlock towards the house.

Wearing a beige suit on his thin body, he looked like a fluffy little yellow chicken.

The waiter in the kiosk, after the two walked away, the micro-monitor that photographed the back of the two was officially turned off, and on the other side of Paris, the woman who watched with relish was elegantly holding a piece of pizza.

"Honey, don't you think it's cute? It's just a little too thin..." Old Sherlock Holmes was not as fussy as his little wife. He lay on the rocking chair with a book and read it slowly, falling asleep from time to time. very comfortable.