[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

In the room, Connie was holding the thin folder, her heart beating fast.

After a long time, she took a deep breath, and then carefully opened the folder. There was only a thin piece of paper inside, which recorded the man's life.

Elliott Garcia.

28 years old, a not-so-famous engineer, has a wife who is now divorced.

The person in the photo looks a little old, with a round face but a little old-fashioned, with a haggard look on his face, whether his facial features are good-looking, but he looks like an honest person.

He also has a chubby younger sister named Penelope. Her chubby face and body plus fair skin make her look like a sunny dumpling.

In the photo, the siblings are smiling happily.Because the parents passed away early, the two brothers and sisters depended on each other, but this made Connie even more sad.

When Elliott left, she became an orphan.

She orphaned a child... Connie couldn't bear the fact that she sat on the bed and flipped through the paper, turning it over and over again.

"Connie, let's have dinner." Bruce knocked on the door and brought food in. Connie looked at Bruce's concerned eyes and nodded calmly.

Penelope, I will take good care of you for your brother.

Connie secretly made up her mind, and slowly ate the food Bruce brought over, mouthful by mouthful.

That night, Connie stayed up all night facing the starry sky. The sky was full of stars, and she didn't feel sleepy at all. The desk was completely filled with plans she had made in the past.

She has always had a plan for her life, goals and efforts are indispensable.And now, in a big part of the plan, a girl named Penelope Garcia has been added.

Sitting all night until dawn, when dawn was approaching, Connie went out of the room and went into the kitchen as usual. She made coffee for breakfast as usual, and even made some small snacks, which she packed carefully one by one.

Bruce got up very early, but not as early as Sherlock. When Connie saw him for the first time, she felt that he hadn't slept all night. This is normal for Sherlock, unlike her, although before I have slept for eighteen hours, but I didn't sleep all night last night. At this time, my eyes are already black and blue, and my eyelids are also swollen.

"Coffee?" Connie deliberately poured herself a cup of coffee, and passed the other cup to Sherlock. He glanced at the coffee in Connie's own cup, and it was half drunk.

Taking the cup, he threw a biscuit into his mouth and took a sip of the coffee.

"Penelope's information, can you help me investigate?" Connie made up her mind and asked Sherlock for help. She didn't want others to know about it, and since Sherlock had already seen through her mind, She thought maybe she could ask for help.

Sherlock looked at her, acquiescing to her plan.

"She's on vacation." He said in a low voice, the phone in his hand was dimly lit, it only took a few minutes for him.

Connie looked up at him: "Suspension?"

"She is a good hacker. In a few years, she will dominate the circle of queens." Sherlock said with admiration, and Connie felt a little strange. Could it be that Penelope is still a genius?

"After her parents died in a car accident, she was alone. Later, she suspended her studies from Caltech, and she will probably drop out. She seems to be very bad at interpersonal communication." Sherlock made a conclusion, but Connie felt strange.

"Caltech!? How old is she?" She gasped. Penelope didn't look much older than her.

"At the age of 16, she was admitted to Caltech at the age of 14, but even though she dropped out of school, she achieved the highest grades in all courses within two years, but she just stopped at the door and dropped out of school." It is equivalent to getting a certificate.

Connie was shocked, not knowing what geniuses think.

"What about Elliott? Aren't they brothers and sisters? Why are they alone? Doesn't it mean that they depend on each other?"

Sherlock shook his head: "Their relationship is not good, and they are not brothers and sisters, but half-brothers." This is not in the information, but Sherlock found out.

"Eliot's parents are a pair of very ordinary people, and they cannot have a child like Penelope." This is really straightforward.

"But their relationship can't be called bad..." Connie looked at her father's photo, and it was almost the same as Penelope's, so Penelope's intelligence must have been inherited from her mother .

Before he could sigh, Sherlock's next sentence opened the door to a new world.

"She has a nickname that has recently risen, called the Black Queen, and has been targeted by the FBI recently."

Connie nearly spit out her coffee.

"What!?" FBI!

Connie coughed twice and frowned.

It is true that the boundaries of hackers are easily blurred or even crossed, and Penelope is still a master. Sherlock can praise her, but she is definitely not an ordinary person. Time really got caught...

"How does her hacking skills compare to yours?" Connie asked, and after receiving Sherlock's faint gaze, she quickly changed her words: "Of course it's not as good as yours, so can you hack her computer?" Let her not blackmail others, so that the FBI can't find her for the time being..." In the room is all her savings up to now, and she is thinking of a reason to send money to Penelope.

Sherlock looked at her pleading eyes, flipped his fingertips, and put the phone down on the table half a minute later: "Okay."

"Thank you." Connie muffled a thank you.

He said again: "Does Penelope know about her brother's accident? If not...can I send her money in her brother's name?"

Sherlock put down his glass: "It doesn't matter if you know it or not, she is a child of the Garcia family, and you can still send her money in Elliot's name."

Connie's eyes lit up, and she thought of a solution: "Yes, I can say that Elliot bought an insurance policy, and the beneficiary is Garcia, so she can use the money to complete her studies!"

Sherlock came to her side again at some point.

"You think she dropped out of school because she had no money?"

Connie looked up: "What else?"

"Stupid child." Sherlock chuckled, "She is the Black Queen, she can earn a whole year's wages of ordinary people if she picks up an order casually."

Connie was silent, top hackers are indeed very profitable.

"So she dropped out of school because of family reasons?" Connie was a little distressed. Even if she sent money to Penelope, she probably didn't care.

"Just do what you do best." After refilling a full cup of coffee, Sherlock patted Connie's head, turned and left.

The intimacy and tacit understanding between the two seemed very natural. Connie was immersed in her own thinking, so she didn't notice Sherlock's movements from the beginning to the end, but Bruce, who was late, was at the door to report their every move. You can see it clearly from beginning to end.

When Sherlock left, Bruce hadn't appeared yet, and after staring at Connie's face for a long time, he left worriedly.

It seems that Connie didn't notice the sinister intentions of the second young master?

But when did Master Sherlock change his attitude?

That look was too obvious.

Bruce, who dialed Mycroft's phone number, received endless silence from McCoff after an inquiry, and he understood for a moment.

This is a moment, enlightened?

But Connie, obviously still at a loss, right?

Bruce has a headache here, and Mycroft is also battered over there.

The Hudsons lost news a few days ago, but received the latest news today. They may be in the hands of Moriarty, and Moriarty somehow appeared in the high-level Italian gangsters.

Thinking of Moriarty's relationship with them and his younger brother who seemed to have made up his mind to make Connie his personal property recently, Mycroft felt a throbbing pain in his head.

What the hell is this... so much so that the issue of Connie's underage that Bruce was worried about couldn't be squeezed into his consideration at all.

The author has something to say: The third watch is coming! ~

Ten thousand changes are over today (although it is already the 4th) (▼-▼)

Well, happy reading, get out!

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