[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

After receiving the news, Mycroft handed over all matters in the house to Sherlock.

And Sherlock also rushed back to Holmes' main house immediately.

At that time, Connie was making tea for Grandpa Bruce—although the butler grandpa upheld the principle that the potential future second wife should never be allowed to do rough work, but the corpse on the grass still frightened him.

You must know that although you have been with the two brothers for many years, your luck is still very good.

"Sherlock, I suspect it might be someone from the house." Seeing that there was no one around, Connie told Sherlock her guess, but because Bruce had very deep feelings for the servants of the Holmes family before, so She didn't say that in front of Bruce.

——but she felt that her reasoning was on point.

"Oh?" Sherlock raised his eyelids and looked at Connie with interest.

It looks like I see what kind of flowers you say.

There was a strange mixture of admiration and doubt in his attitude.

Connie seemed instantly inspired.

After all, Sherlock has a quick-talking expression on his face.

"Ahem." She cleared her throat, and narrated how she saw the corpse and what she thought in her heart.

After she finished speaking, Bruce, who was listening on the sidelines, had changed from displeasure to admiration.

What Connie said was more detailed than what she said to him before, and even ruled out various factors. In the end, the killer could only be someone from Holmes' main house, not Bruce and Connie, but naturally one of the servants. .

Bruce felt a little admiration and a little frustration at the same time.

Whether it is the safety factor of Sherlock Holmes' main house or the loyalty of the servants at home, he has always been very confident.

After speaking, Connie swallowed again, and looked at Sherlock with bright eyes.

He suddenly flashed a smile, reached out and touched Connie's head: "There is progress."

Connie smiled happily.

"But the murderer is not someone from the house."

"..."

"Continue to work harder next time." He withdrew his palm and placed it in front of Connie's eyes. There was a little dull red on the tip of his middle finger.

The smell of blood.

Connie smelled the red stain almost instantly.

I don't know if it's human blood or chicken blood, but it's real blood anyway.

She tremblingly wanted to touch her head...why is there blood?

But Sherlock held his wrist: "There was only one drop, but now it's gone."

Connie put a blank face: "I'll go wash my hair first..."

Looking at the back of her running away in a hurry, Sherlock smiled inexplicably, with a hint of pampering in his smile.

"Turn out the monitoring." He turned to Bruce and ordered.

Bruce's eyes lit up.

That's right, there are monitors all around the house, there are no dead spots, just tune out the monitor to see if it's all right! ?

How confused!

He got up at once to do it himself.

Although Sherlock said he wasn't from the house, he didn't dare to be negligent now.

By the time Connie came out after washing her hair, several people had already watched the surveillance video one by one.

And the little sheep of the London Police Department finally arrived late.

Because there are dead people, so there are four people in police cars-not to mention that this is Sherlock Holmes' house.

Including the forensics team, there are nearly 20 people.

The momentum is not insignificant.

However, it was useless. The moment the sackcloth was opened, the expressions of several people became stiff.

Not only because of the terrified expression on the male corpse's face, but also because his exposed abdomen was full of minced meat.

This is human flesh.

So for a moment, even a few new police officers couldn't help it.

#The desire to vomit is so caught off guard#

Sherlock was sitting on the rocking chair in front of the door drinking the coffee made by Connie, taking a picture of a leisurely look, looking at the group of sheep who were about to go away in 5 minutes to get some fresh air from time to time, with obvious disgust in his eyes.

Connie knew that Sherlock was so laid back, probably because he had already seen the situation of the corpse. Although he didn't tell her where her judgment was wrong, it was obvious that she would know eventually. law time.

"What is the ten-nuran method?" Maybe it was curiosity that made Connie accidentally tell the little pride in her heart, which drew Sherlock's questioning.

"The ten-point method is: very hard work, but there is no way. Isn't this the norm of the London Police Department? This case happened in the house of the Holmes family, and it was not done by the people in the house. They can find out the murderer. That's weird..." It wasn't that Connie looked down on the Metropolitan Police, she was just seeking truth from facts.

Telling the truth is the quality of a good boy.

"Hehe, it seems that you think you can find out who the murderer is?" In the hall behind, a woman with rough waves came out.

Connie looked back and saw a big golden wave and a pair of huge white rabbits...

#There are really women in the world who can wear police uniforms like sex clothes#

A fat cow suddenly appeared in Connie's head, and she felt horrified, so she quickly shook her head and waved away the image in her head.

But this woman... seems familiar?

"Sorry..." The more Connie looked at her, the more familiar she looked, and she also felt that she hated this woman. For some reason, she was never easy to hate others.

The way she bowed her head pleased Pauline immensely.

"……May I ask you are?"

Her satisfied face suddenly plummeted to black.

"Ah"

A chuckle overflowed from the corner of Sherlock's mouth, which caught the attention of both of them.

Connie looked at him suspiciously: "Why are you so happy?"

"It's nothing." He reached out and touched the top of her head.

Connie was dumbfounded.

Come again!Today is already the second time!

What is wrong with Sherlock! ?

This kind of long-legged thing would do to Lori, she...huh?

#Where is wrong (*￣^￣*)#

Looking at Sherlock's gentle face and the two intimate people, Glass sneered disdainfully.

His face darkened for these two people who dared to ignore her.

"It seems that Sherlock, you didn't make friends with the children, and you didn't even recognize them." The sarcasm in those words made Connie frown.

She looked at the woman coldly, and her face darkened: "Auntie, what do you mean, we have never met before in our life, isn't it normal that we don't know you? You are not Jesus or Eva, there is no need for everyone I have to remember you, right?"

The blond woman's throat was blocked, and she looked at Connie angrily: "I'm Pauline Tiffany! And, auntie? You really are uneducated!"

Uneducated! ?

She couldn't stand people cursing Mrs. Hudson around the corner.

"Then what should I call you, Auntie? After all, I'm just a 13-year-old girl." She smiled sweetly, but anyone could tell that she did it on purpose with the sarcasm and pretentiousness on her face .

but……

"Pauline Tiffany? Why is this name so familiar? She looks familiar too..." She muttered and searched her memories.

Hearing her whisper, Sherlock said, "The woman who the Metropolitan Police knocked you under the table."

Connie exclaimed and thumped her palms: "Yes! That rude woman with big breasts!" She glanced at Pauline's breasts, which were obviously bigger than last time.

I don't know if these words made Pauline happy, but she proudly raised her chest, looked at Connie Yimapingchuan's chest with contempt, and said with disdain: "Don't be envious, you won't be envious."

What a superficial woman.

Connie said that she was not abused at all: After all, she will be a C-level woman in the future—that’s enough. If you want to dress well, B is the most suitable, and EFG is too scary... She said she has no special preference for cows.

Connie's face was flat, but Pauline looked around with a good feeling about herself, as if the world was all my own.

"Hmph, ignorant little brat. You will feel better when you get out of society." Pauline shook her head dismissively, and said with an expression that I knew what your future would be like.

That appearance was almost the same as when she said Sherlock was a freak.

Connie looked at the coffee in Sherlock's hand: "Is it cold? I'll make you another cup...what's for dinner?"

She ignored Pauline's words completely, and had nothing to say to her.

As for Sherlock, his attention never stayed on Pauline from the beginning.

"Whatever." He leaned on the recliner boredly, letting the chair sway back and forth, looking at the blue sky comfortably, as if he was not affected by the dead at home.

Pauline was overwhelmed with anger, but unable to attack, she could only stare at Sherlock and spit out a weird word and left.

The author has something to say: What?~

Just checked the paper today, very low, very low...

I am so happy! ~Therefore, there are two updates today!

Hee hee hee hee (*^__^*)