[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

If Sherlock doesn't flirt, then a big one will come.

Connie stared at him blankly, a group of villains fighting in her mind.

This flirting technique... Who the hell said Sherlock has a low EQ!

come out!She can't beat him to death!

No, Sherlock couldn't be possessed, right?

But IQ is still online.

but……

After a long time, Connie looked at Sherlock confusedly: "You know I'm only 13 years old."

Although she dare not associate Sherlock with pedophilia, her eyes have already betrayed her.

No matter how unstoppable the charm of personality and soul, she is still only a 13-year-old child!

Besides, she wasn't confident enough to think that her soul charm was enough to seduce Sherlock!

The baby is suffering (ノへ￣、)

Sherlock didn't seem to see her entanglement at this time.

On the contrary, she seemed to be enjoying her struggle and entanglement at this time.

"Couple. Refers to two people who attract and love each other and hope to be together. Husband and wife. Refers to the main role relationship in the family where a man and a woman who are physically mature are united by marriage as a bond. After a long time, Sherlock spoke again, and the cover of the book on the coffee table was revealed.

Connie looked at the cover of the book, and Sherlock's words flowed in her ears.

"I think the former one is basically in line with our situation, and the second one, apart from your physical condition...Of course, I can wait until you are [-] years old. After all, the standard for most people is to graduate from college at around [-] years old. If you can Work hard, I believe it is not a problem to get a master's degree early."

"The Metaphysical Being of the Love Relationship"

Also known as "Your Love Is With God"

Author - Cao Qing, Zhong Guoren.

Connie stared blankly at the translated book, feeling a sharp pain in her brain, unable to digest what Sherlock said now.

Being a couple is scary enough, okay, and being a couple?

"...Wait, what is the previous situation, which is basically in line with our situation?" Connie looked at him: "You know, the concept of a couple is for both parties. If there is only one of them, it is called unrequited love. ?” Sherlock has an unrequited love for her?

No, no, it's better that lightning strikes her.

The long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and a dark light flashed in the flaxen pupils: "I love you unrequitedly?"

This rhetorical question made Connie's scalp tingle.

"No... I love you unrequitedly, but..."

"That's it. You love me unrequitedly, and I also love you unrequitedly. We are double love. That means that the first condition is met. The two parties are attracted to each other, love each other and stay together."

"..." Connie couldn't complain anymore. Does he know what it means to be in love...

"Are you serious? Want to fall in love with me?" She looked at Sherlock in disbelief, feeling a little nonsensical: "Do you know what lovers do? They hold hands, hug, kiss, live together, eat together, I will miss you when I can’t see you, you will give selflessly, and you will selfishly want to possess... In short, do you think you will have these reactions to me?” Summarizing the general characteristics of lovers, Connie released a big move .

Unexpectedly, Sherlock seemed to be a normal person.

He lowered his head and touched the corner of her mouth lightly.

Looking at Connie who was already stunned into a log, she chuckled lightly.

"Kiss, so?" He asked back as a matter of course, showing a sense of arrogance and natural indifference.

"Holding hands, hugging, kissing, eating together, living together, isn't that all done?" His taking it for granted seemed a bit shameless at this moment, but Connie's heart was beating like a war drum.

Damn this mentally handicapped.

Not knowing whether to scold Sherlock or herself, Connie put the quilt over her head, rolled into a ball on the bed, and wrapped herself tightly.

"Are you crazy! This baby refuses! Refuse!" The depressing cry came from under the bed, causing Sherlock to chuckle, watching Connie who was rolling around, sat back on the sofa, picked up the After reading the book, it seemed that she was not bothered by her performance at this time.

"Sleep for a while if you have nothing to do, and go home when the stomach pain is gone." He opened the book and continued to read, seemingly ignoring Connie's annoyance and entanglement, and his expression became focused.

Connie lifted the quilt and looked at Sherlock who was focused, with a look of lovelessness on her face. Turning over, she only felt that her stomach hurt even more.

An hour later, Connie hid in the toilet with her rolling stomach.After fighting many times for nearly half an hour, this hateful journey was finally over.

After being confessed by the great god, holding my belly in front of him ten times to have diarrhea... This experience is really nothing else.

However, Sherlock doesn't seem to be joking or mischievous at all.

And his sentence "I can wait for you until you are 23 years old" seems to be implemented very seriously by him. Except for that passage, the way they get along is exactly the same as before.

It's just that Sherlock has probably become... more considerate?

Wearing a coat, Connie boarded the car back to Holmes' main house, and Sherlock and Sherlock occupied two windows on the left and one on the right, relatively silent along the way.

Sherlock didn't speak, and Connie didn't know how to speak. The two sat in front of the villa in silence. Bruce had been waiting at the door for a long time. Seeing Connie's pale face was extremely distressing, but Sherlock entered the villa as soon as he got off the car. , Connie looked at his back, and followed Bruce without saying a word, but she didn't know where her mind went.

Bruce was relieved by the murderer's death, but Connie was shocked by what happened to him. He was different from Lestrade. Mycroft had already brought the video back for him to watch. Connie was forced to kill. Looking helpless and crying, Mycroft specifically ordered him to pay attention to Connie's mental state. At this time, he saw Connie's dull expression, as if her spirit was not very good. I have already screamed in my heart. Although I have found the best psychiatrist, I don't know if the sunny Connie from before can come back.

Bruce was worried, but Sherlock started to prepare for Connie's protection. Connie's multiple deaths had given him too much attention, and this girl always seemed to be in danger.

Unlike the previous excitement about the case, he is now more concerned about Connie's safety.

Therefore, within 15 minutes after entering the villa, he had counted all the spies and agents deployed by McCoff.

"No matter what he asks you to do, my only condition is to protect Connie Hudson's personal safety, otherwise... you know." As McCoff's subordinates, no one knows more about McCoff's torture Ordinary people can't understand how clever people's methods are, and the black belly of the big boss.

Originally, Mycroft's order was to protect Sherlock's safety and report his news.

But they more or less understood Sherlock's tossing level.

"Yessir." Everyone agreed in unison.

Sherlock stared at several people for a few times, and was satisfied to see the effect he wanted: "Remember, she is the primary protection object."

"Yes!" Everyone nodded again, thinking that there was important news to send to the boss today.After all, Sherlock actually regards Connie's safety as more important than his own... No matter how you look at it, this seems like news worthy of credit...

Sherlock looked at the expressions of several people, turned around and left without saying anything, leaving the agents all over the place whispering.

Over there, Connie noticed Bruce's gaze at noon.

Sympathy and pity are filled with painful guilt and heartache.

This complex emotion can be expressed so clearly, as expected of an old man over 80.

"Grandpa Bruce. What's the matter?"

"Nothing, how's Connie doing? How's it going? What did the doctor say?" Bruce asked.

Connie smiled: "It's okay, it's just a little overtired." After all, that person only tortured her mentally, and didn't do any real harm to her body.

And the man she killed...

Connie looked a little dark.

She will bear this life until she dies.

However, she will never become like Bill and the others!Their plan will never succeed!

Connie's somewhat heavy face made Bruce sigh deeply.

"Don't force it, kid. I think you need a psychiatrist to resolve it. Of course, Grandpa Bruce will be there anytime you want to talk to someone." He lovingly touched the top of Connie's head, showing a kind and warm smile Come.

Connie rubbed his callused hands, smiled and hugged Bruce: "Thank you Grandpa, but I'm fine."

"Connie."

"Ok?"

"Eat." Sherlock glanced at Bruce's hand, and handed over what was in his hand.

Connie took it over and saw that it was a folder, which contained all the information of the man.

She took a deep look at Sherlock, her eyes were a little hot: "Thank you." She suddenly couldn't help it, she wanted to cry, her voice was choked up, and she suppressed it again.

Sherlock nodded and said nothing.

Connie didn't care about anything else, and hid in her room with the folder in her arms.

Bruce was about to follow, but Sherlock stopped him with a word.

"Leave her alone."

The two arrived at the restaurant one after the other. Bruce waited for Sherlock to sit down, but was invited to sit down by him. He still couldn't help asking, "What did the young master give Connie just now?"

Sherlock drank his coffee and looked at the brightly colored dishes on the table, but he had no appetite at all: "Her knot."

He opened his mouth lightly, holding the coffee cup and drinking it one after another. The rich aroma from the tip of his nose was mixed with the hot air and turned into mist.

The author has something to say: the second update!Confession Trilogy Ends~Scattering Flowers~

Hahaha, and then a big wave of love is coming...

Of course this is not a formal show of affection (～￣▽￣)～

Don't hit me if it's not sweet,,, after all, it's a single dog (*^__^*)