[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

The officers of the Metropolitan Police Department worked hard for a long time, but without any useful conclusions, they left with the body.

The evidence at the scene was basically destroyed by them.

Pauline wandered around most of the house, touched here and there, and questioned some of the servants in the house, which made many people feel bad about her.

so.

Hated people are hated everywhere.

But the good qualities and long-term training have trained the staff of the Holmes family to have good qualities of dealing with others, so Pauline not only did not realize that she had offended most of the servants of the Holmes family, but also happily I feel like a lady from your family.

As far as family background was concerned, it was something she didn't mention very much—from this, it could be seen that her family background was not good, or not good enough for her to show off.

And her greatest strength is her beauty and eloquence.

However, in Connie's eyes, it should be called talking nonsense when people talk to others--she has no respect for others at all, and only succumbs to people who have a higher status and do not hate her-- — Isn’t this a villain?

But her 'skills' give the honest little sheep some advantages in the face of the cunning media.

Connie didn't comment on her, but in short, in the few two meetings, she didn't have any good feelings for her.

Jasmine also appeared. As one of the forensics officers, she had always been Hoh Xil's assistant. When Hoh Xil was about to hand over the work, she went out with the patrol team to train herself.

In fact, I just want to meet Sherlock (*￣(エ)￣)

When Connie saw Jasmine, it was already time to return with Sherlock's second cup of coffee. Compared to Pauline's leisurely wandering around Holmes' house avoiding the corpse, she was concentrating on observing the corpse.

Sherlock is an excellent detective, his reasoning ability has always been able to see most of the secrets of the case from the dead body.

As a forensic assistant in the Metropolitan Police, she has meticulous observation skills and excellent professional knowledge, and to be like Sherlock, her distance is closer than ordinary people.

Because she can use professional knowledge to judge the condition of the corpse, apart from these, it is her personal reasoning ability.

I have to say that she still has some desire to learn humbly, and then, when the police started bagging the bodies, she found Sherlock.

The cautious posture is like a timid fawn approaching a lonely wolf in fear.

Although she is likely to be smashed to pieces in the end, she still can't resist the sprouting spring and strong attraction.

When Connie came out with coffee, the two were talking.

Rarely, Jasmine was one of the few people in the London police station who could talk to Sherlock, although compared to Lestrade and Ke Kexili, she seemed a little weaker.

Connie looked at her cowardly and joyful expression, her cautious look, for fear of offending Sherlock by saying something wrong, just like Connie who had just met Sherlock.

The tension in the eyes is even worse.

After all, Connie's nervousness and excitement in the face of Sherlock was because she met the detective Sherlock Holmes.

People in the three-dimensional world.

On the other hand, Jasmine was nervous because of facing her sweetheart.

First love is always young and cautious.

Connie sighed slightly, and walked back with a cup of coffee.

"What's the matter? Isn't Connie sending it over there?" Bruce, who saw Connie making coffee with his own eyes, and who had just parted with her ten seconds ago, met Connie who came back with coffee at the corner.

Connie pulled him and pointed at the two people who were talking at the door: "Grandpa Bruce, don't bother Sherlock...it's rare to have someone who can communicate with him so gently."

Communication means equality.

Bruce was taken aback by Connie's words, and he looked at Sherlock.

He didn't have the disdain and disgust he had when facing other people, and although he didn't appreciate this woman, this neutral attitude itself was already a special honor for Sherlock.

"She is?"

"The forensic assistant of the London Police Department is a very kind sister. She has a crush on Sherlock. It seems that Sherlock is still her first love... She is a very cute person." It is worthy of the name.

Bruce looked at Connie and looked at the two with a smile on her face, and silently had the illusion of seeing the old lady...

This kind of immediate feeling that the son is finally married.

"Connie," Bruce asked puzzled.

"?"

"I thought...forget it, since you can't bother them, then go to the kitchen with me, I found some Chinese dishes in the recipes whose names are mouth-wrenching..." Yes, Connie is still a child, where understand these.

Thinking of the old lady who wanted to abduct her as a daughter-in-law when she was 13 years old, and she actually paid attention to this kind of thing... If the future wife is not Connie, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

Connie nodded and walked around the corner with Bruce side by side.

Sherlock looked back as if aware of it, but he didn't see anyone, and subconsciously frowned.

Making a cup of coffee at Connie's pace should have arrived here a minute ago.

Looking at the hesitant woman in front of him, although he felt that her modesty and motivation were better than those stupid sheep in the London Police Department, but she was still a little bit dissatisfied that she couldn't finish asking a topic for a long time. patient.

However, he did not refuse her question and answer because of this, his impatience flashed away, he still answered her questions with a blank expression, until she finished asking the questions and left with the team, Connie was still didn't show up.

Sherlock stood up, and the rocking chair swayed at a slight angle.

"Master, it's time to eat." Bruce looked at the darkening sky, guessed that the police officers had all left, and then came to ask Sherlock to eat, just in time to see the girl turn away with a happy face.

... Is Connie right?

"Where's Connie?"

"In the kitchen, I'm washing my hands. Little Connie cooked a lot of dishes today, which are very delicious." Bruce, who was pestered by Connie and had tried every dish, praised with a blushing old face.

But there was obviously some fluttering in that expression.

Sherlock stared at him, then looked back and walked behind Bruce.

Walking into the dining room, he saw the coffee machine and a full cup of coffee on the coffee table, but it was obviously completely cold at the moment.

There was a glint in his eyes, and he glanced at Connie who was taking off her apron, and sat down at the dining table without saying anything.