[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

tral Park.

The weather forecast is a rare sunny day, no showers, cloudless weather and great sunshine.

For such a day, even if it is a working day, many people will bring their families to the park to play and have a picnic, and couples can be seen everywhere.

Compared with Central Park in the United States, the atmosphere here is more casual.

Connie got up early in the morning, before Sherlock even went out, she had already put on her apron and started to prepare for a big fight.

Spaghetti, sandwiches, soufflé, matcha rolls, red bean cakes, freshly fried small fish, burritos...

She made ten servings of almost everything—considering the big appetites of Lestrade and Mycroft and the possible subordinates that McCoff might bring, after all, I heard that he was in a good mood after being promoted recently?

While helping Connie, Bruce tasted the taste for Connie, with a happy smile on his face and a capitalized old spring.JPG.

He originally only wanted to take Connie out for a stroll, after all, staying at home all day is boring, and when he proposed to Sherlock, he originally refused to go out with them, but after a long time, he changed it. I came up with an idea, and a large group of people went together.

...But after going through Connie's popular science, he also got some of the youthful thoughts of his second young master... Could it be that Miss Jasmine is really that charming?

He must take a good look today and check for the young master!

Bruce, who is well fed and drunk, has obviously fallen into a burning ambition.

The two were busy until noon, and Connie would feed the old man from time to time, but he was not hungry. After 12 o'clock, Sherlock entered Holmes' main house in a special car.

In the car was also sitting in a suit of McCoff, who looked like an elite who was a pillar of the country.

Bruce and Connie each carried two large four-layer food boxes, and entered the car with joy on their faces.

As soon as Bruce met, he took out the plastic box he had packed earlier and handed it to McCoff.

Connie: "..." Is it really good to ignore Sherlock like this.

Mycroft is clearly getting used to it.

"Oh. Bruce, you know me. I've been in meetings all morning, and I'm exhausted." Mycroft grinned and complained, opened the lid of the box and began to enjoy the sandwich—there were two layers of fresh tender sandwiches inside. Juicy beef T-bone tender meat.

It was made by Bruce on purpose for Connie. At the time, she thought that Bruce liked the taste, and once felt that he and the taste really had the characteristics of the Holmes family, but it ended up in Mycroft's mouth in a blink of an eye.

Mycroft's obsession with meat is really not something that ordinary people can hold...

"Oh!~ I'm so happy..." Mycroft took a big bite, and a little hot air came out of his mouth, accompanied by the rich aroma of steak and sauce, which was mouth-watering.

The driver seated next to him moved his nose and glanced into the rearview mirror from time to time, but he didn't dare to make a big move. On the other hand, Sherlock was expressionless.

Connie raised the thermos in her hand: "I made coffee? Do you want to drink some now?" She actually took the coffee in her hand after making the coffee, but now it seems that McCoff looks like he is eating It's tempting enough, she and Bruce are already full, but I don't know if Sherlock, who hasn't eaten all morning, will be tempted.

And he's clearly kept his usual style.

He shook his head, looking at McCoff with a slightly impatient expression.

Mycroft's exaggerated happy expression suddenly restrained a lot, and he looked at Sherlock with a smile.

"But why did Sherlock think of inviting me to a picnic today? It's really a strange thing?" he asked.

Bruce and Connie looked at each other, a tacit understanding flashed in their eyes.

The two looked at each other and smiled, Sherlock frowned slightly, but Mycroft looked at the three present with a meaningful expression on his face.

Everyone is drunk and I am sober. This feeling is really unpleasant.

But this feeling that only I know the truth is so beautiful~

Shaking his head, Mycroft put the last bite of meat into his mouth, licked the sauce on his fingers, and directly took the coffee in Connie's hand, but was cut off by Sherlock halfway.

"Brother, you should be more polite." The slight sarcasm in his tone remained unchanged.

Mycroft laughed, "Manner? When will you care about these things?" The teasing meaning in that sentence is already obvious.

I see right through you.

The smile in Mycroft's eyes seemed to Sherlock a silent provocation.

This back and forth is not as good as Bruce and Connie's little trick.

"Later we remember to separate the others and let them sit together!" Connie and Bruce said what they had said before they got out of the car while Sherlock hadn't got off.

Bruce nodded tacitly, looking like a thief: "I see, I will separate the young master and Miss Ke Kexili."

Connie nodded: "Keko doesn't have to worry, I've already told her that she will sit next to Jasmine, and Grandpa Bruce pulls Mycroft away, and I'll just take care of the Lestrade couple."

The two nodded at the same time, walked to the destination first, chose a good seat and spread the napkin.

Connie was a little excited: "Sherlock's blind date scene... I really have a lifetime..."

"...It's such an honor!" Bruce's voice was filled with tears.

#老人So excited is not good, after all, they are 80 years old#

Taking out a handkerchief and wiping the corners of his eyes, Bruce began to arrange disposable cups and forks.Not far away, Hoh Xil got off the car on the street, and saw the old and the young on the grass at a glance.

Today she wore an off-white long dress with some delicate embroidery on the edge, which made her look like a shining sun.

After all, Hoh Xil is a police coroner with tied hair and a white coat on weekdays.

Not to mention that she has short, long and wavy hair today, and with her fair skin and amazing facial features, it's like a delicious snack,

"OMG. Coco is so beautiful today..." Connie was a little nympho, her smile revealing the essence of a lunatic.

"But wouldn't this be more beautiful than Jasmine..." Connie muttered, and she immediately felt relieved when she thought of Sherlock.

"No, Sherlock is not so superficial." She shook her head, took out the food boxes one by one and neatly distributed them on the tablecloth.

And her freshly brewed coffee and freshly squeezed juice.

Bruce shook his head: "That's not necessarily the case. Now that the second young master is enlightened, he has started to pay attention to these things. Love is like a peacock spreading its tail. Beauty is very important... No matter what, he is still a man... "He looked like he knew it well.

"I've met that child Jasmine once. She's cute, but in terms of appearance...compared to this one, she's really..." She wanted to look for advantages, but there was someone out there...

Connie was terrified: "Oh my god, she doesn't like Sherlock, right...I'm so dizzy, I told her yesterday that she was leaving and I specially made her favorite food, and today I'm dressed like this It's normal for Mei to come over... Besides, she is not such a person."

Bruce: "Oh? Go? Go where?"

Connie clapped her hands: "That's not the point, the point is! Mr. and Mrs. Lestrade are here!"

The two looked around and saw a man and a woman riding in a police car.

One old and one young: "..."

Sherlock wandered around, talking homely with Mycroft.

Correctly speaking, it was McCaw who was saying, and he was ignoring.

"It seems that Connie has really changed you a lot, my brother." He was a little relieved, but also a little sad.

Among the many people's speculations, he was the only one who could clearly see the fact that even Sherlock himself could not see clearly.

Connie's influence and importance to Sherlock is the highest in his life.

Even, perhaps without his knowing, this little girl's influence on him has reached an unprecedented level.

Sherlock looked at him, raising an eyebrow in doubt.

This is just his usual way of letting people continue talking.

But Sherlock, who didn't ignore it, was enough to make Mycroft raise an ambiguous smile.

Sherlock frowned, and felt that it was not normal to see Mycroft's thoughtful look: "Mycroft, she's just a child." The contempt in the words was obvious.

She is just a child.

Can your mind not be so dirty.

Also, mortal, you underestimate me!

Mycroft probably read the meanings in his eyes.

But he wasn't sure if he understood it correctly.

"Yes, she's a child, so what?"

Sherlock stroked his sleeve: "She's underage, don't pollute her with your dirty thoughts. Also, I'm not interested in love."

He spoke very normally and calmly, but Mycroft laughed: "When did I say you are in love with her?"

Sherlock frowned and finally became slightly annoyed.

Mycroft looked at his side face, full of joy.

At least Sherlock is starting to think about it, isn't he?

Love or not is really a nonsense existence to him nowadays.

But it's a good place to start.

"Okay, let's go. After all, today is your blind date meeting. It's not good for the main character to be late." He patted Sherlock on the shoulder and turned to look at Connie and Bruce.

Sherlock paused: "What blind date meeting?"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "You don't know? Both Connie and Bruce thought you liked Jasmine Cooper, so they called this picnic. Didn't you notice that most of the food was Jasmine Cooper's favorite food?" Love the food? And I just heard Connie and Bruce secretly say that they want you to sit with Jasmine, the two seem to be full of fighting spirit..."

Sherlock looked at the two people in the middle, paused, and walked over without changing his face, but Mycroft, who was looking at his back, was smiling.

#Let the younger brother be unhappy has always been his goal in life#

#If I can’t make you laugh, I will make you depressed in life╰(￣▽￣)╭#

#In short, brother, I have unceremoniously contracted your emotions! #

Stepping up, Mycroft also walked towards the center.

As the breeze blew, a rather large piece of cloud floated over from nowhere, amidst the clamor of people, an astonishing scream flashed.

Sherlock looked up, looked at the source of the sound, passed the screaming woman in a pink dress, and stopped at the people on the bright tablecloth beside her.

A couple and two children, a total of two men and two women.

There was no trace of struggle on the body, and the whole body was very clean, without any grass clippings or dirt, and even the soles of the shoes were clean.

However, these four people are already dead.

And it's been dead for a long time.

He glanced around, and his eyes paused for a second on the jumping child beside him.

The laughter of the children dispersed amidst the screams one after another, and they fled back to their parents in a panic.

He walked in and saw four pale faces.

On the daughter's head was a wreath, with daisies and roses intertwined, and the sharp thorns poked fine wounds on the top of her head, causing a little bit of blood red, which looked like a gorgeous crown.

The weirdest thing was that all four of them had smiles on their faces.

Coincidentally, joyful and happy laughter.

There were a few cards scattered on the tablecloth. It looked like they were playing a game in the distance. The host even held cards in his hand. He touched the back of the man's hand with his fingers, and it was already stiff.

Skin is soft.

With a slight flash in his eyes, Sherlock connected everything he had seen just now in the memory palace and recalled it again... only to find that this person had been in place from the very beginning.

At that time, they were already dead.

In Central Park, where there is a lot of people, who is capable of creating such a crime scene in public?

"Sherlock!" He called out, and he turned to look at Connie and the woman in the pink skirt beside her.

Jasmine Cooper?

He stepped forward and recognized her as the woman who screamed just now. He didn't feel guilty for not recognizing her at all. Instead, he first asked her about what she had seen and heard.

Connie's hands holding Jasmine slowly loosened. She was the first to find out that someone had died. Seeing Sherlock's question, Jasmine also gradually calmed down, and she let go of the hands that were hugging her to comfort her.

He even ran over and poured her a cup of scented tea.

#It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married#

#God is really possessive of Sherlock#

#Finally came to see a girl but made a dead family#

Connie glanced at the family of four timidly. It seemed to be a dazzling and happy family, but it was that pervert who couldn't resist coming out of the newspaper office to bully such a perfect family! ?

It's like a dog!

She fainted with a sigh, and stood a little further away silently. Although the condition of this corpse was not terrible, it was not even as disgusting as the corpse in Holmes' house, but such a family of four were sitting on the grass playing games with smiles, but they were already dead. The picture not only made her scalp tingle, but also shocked her three views.

#This world is really full of malice#

"Don't be afraid, Connie." Bruce was very calm, and he didn't have the uncomfortable look when he saw the corpse at Holmes' house.

He patted Connie on the shoulder and whispered comfort to him.

The voice of the old man is still full of contagion.

"Grandpa Bruce, why do you think there are always so many people who kill people in this world? Isn't it good to live a good life? You have to do such a disgusting and terrible thing, and you are not forced to make a living, but you have to kill others..."

The author has something to say: I went to the civil service exam on the 23rd, and I just came back!Very fat palm today!Happy reading~~What?~~~