[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

The air pressure dropped like that.

Connie never expected that Mrs. Hudson would agree to Henry's going to prison, and she still repelled it in her heart.

Besides, she doesn't think it's safe to be in jail.

"Don't worry, Henry is not a weak person." Sherlock comforted Connie, but Connie felt even more sad.

But in this matter, she knew that she had no ability to speak.

"how long?"

"It depends on how long it takes for Mycroft to deal with those forces." Sherlock told the truth, but he didn't give Connie much confidence.

dark forces.

Connie somehow thought of Moriarty.

Moriarty was originally an admirer of London's underworld forces. Although the current time is a little bit wrong, he will one day become a big boss. With the internal engulfment and McCoff's solution, will he Can the meeting time be shortened quickly?

"It won't be long." Looking at Connie's expression, Sherlock couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

Connie looked up into his calm eyes, nodded heavily: "Yes." It won't be long.

She had never had a moment like this when she hoped that Moriarty would have a blast.

At least for Sherlock's sake, or for her sake, Moriarty would not do anything to endanger Henry's life.

Will it?

Connie asked herself a question, inexplicably having some confidence in Moriarty in her heart.

Realizing the change in her mentality, she frowned.

Why did he suddenly believe in Moriarty?

"You go back first, the case will not come out until tomorrow."

Connie got up and looked at the door: "What about Mrs. Hudson?"

"She will go back to Holmes' main house later, and she will stay with us until Henry's case is settled." Sherlock said in a deep voice, Bruce had already arrived by car outside the door, and the driver was one of the secret agents of the day .

Mycroft's profitable subordinate, Helen.

"Helen will be responsible for protecting you and Mrs. Hudson these few days. If there is nothing wrong, try not to go out." Unprecedented, Sherlock talked more than usual.

Connie agreed, and followed Helen to the car. Behind Sherlock, there was a trace of seriousness in his eyes.

This matter is far from that simple...

Going back to the villa with a heavy heart, Connie was in a panic. She stayed alone in the kitchen and made noodles, but her mind was wandering without knowing where to go.

"Connie?" Someone knocked on the door and came in. Connie looked up and saw Sylvester.

"Huh? Why are you here?" The door opened, and the people who walked in were the members of the genius team.

"The awards are over, let's take a look at you." Toby walked to the table wearing a hat, picked up the biscuits that Connie had already baked, and put them in his mouth.

"Oh! Your workmanship has improved again." He opened the refrigerator door and poured a glass of milk, exaggerating Connie's workmanship, but was hit head-on by Happy, whose hat was tilted all over the floor.

"It hurts! You violent woman." Toby glanced at Happy secretly, but retracted when she squinted slightly.

Walter sat on the side, greeted Connie, and said nothing quietly.

Sylvester started talking and laughing at Toby.

The quiet kitchen suddenly became lively.

"We are flying back to New York tomorrow. So I came to see you today, are you okay?" Several people went to the hospital to see Connie, but there was no one for a week, and Connie thought they had already left .

"There's a case in London, and we've just settled it," Walter said.

Toby answered immediately: "And it's still at the award ceremony, this matter is really..."

Everyone looked flat, and there was a bit of emotion in their words. Connie smiled and said nothing, and she had no mind to pay attention to superfluous things.

"It's strange to say that the internal fighting between the gangs has involved the International Committee. Are government officials so useless these days?" Toby complained, which instantly caught Connie's attention.

"What did you say?" She raised her head and paused in her hands.

Infighting among gangsters.

Several people looked up at her one after another.

"What?" Connie's expression made Toby realize something.

"The former bosses of the northern and southern districts joined forces to kill the former boss of the western district. You must know that in the past, the western district and the eastern district fought against each other, and the boss of the western district was in charge of the northern and southern districts... These infighting people really have no conscience." Toby published In my personal opinion, Connie felt a little cold all over.

Everyone noticed that something was wrong with her.

"What's the matter?" Sylvester asked again, and Happy patted Toby on the back to stop him from talking.

Connie lowered her head in a muffled voice: "The boss of the West End is my stepfather, Henry."

Everyone present was silent.

Sylvester looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

Probably only Toby could whistle a leisurely whistle at this time.

"It's okay, don't worry, I believe that with the Holmes family around, nothing will happen to Henry, besides, isn't McCoff from the intelligence agency? High-end government personnel should not be able to defeat those gangsters." Happy said a few words of comfort.

Thinking of Moriarty, Connie felt inexplicable.

"But it seems that it has something to do with the Italian Mafia."

As soon as this sentence came out, even Toby fell silent.

"God, my girl, what a mess you're living in." He sighed from the bottom of his heart, and was stomped by Sylvester.

"Well, I mean... there is hope for everything." Toby added, holding his feet.

Connie sighed and started to chat again.

"Sherlock said to send Henry to prison to protect his safety..."

Everyone looked at each other, but Walter said, "This is a good way."

Everyone looked at him.

"At least this is the best way so far." He picked up the biscuits made by Connie with a hint of disdain, and ate them one bite at a time, without letting go of his arrogance.

This gift-like tone caught Connie's full attention.

Looking up and seeing Connie looking at him intently, Walter blocked the road and spoke again.

"The Italian Mafia can't reach into a prison in London. If there are prison guards, at least there will be no danger to life." It's better than fleeing all over the world.

Connie was silent.

"Also, it's better for you and Mrs. Hudson," Toby added.

As a person who has been in prison, he said that it is easy to do things with someone above him.

"Besides, isn't Mycroft a member of the government? As long as he gives orders, Henry won't suffer in prison, and maybe he can live a very leisurely life, just... a little lonely. But you and Mrs. Hudson can Visit him regularly." Happy also added.

After being persuaded by a few people in a few words, Connie miraculously felt that going to prison was not a disaster.

At least it's better than the ending where Henry took Mrs. Hudson to escape all over the world and accidentally died in the end, right?

Besides, both of them are getting older, sooner or later they will be unable to hold on.

"They always keep it from me, I'm worried, but now it seems..." Connie murmured a few words, she put her plain little hands on the dough, and she felt a little better.

"Thank you for your comfort." She looked up and smiled warmly at the few people.

"Megan didn't come, I'll make some snacks for you to take back to her."

Seeing this, people looked at each other and nodded.

Sylvester squeezed his chubby body to Connie's side, watching her pinch the white dough, he felt joy in his eyes.

In the end, not only made biscuits for Megan, but Connie also made different flavors for everyone. In the end, she carried a large bag of freshly baked snacks and asked them to send them to Alex when they returned to New York.

The correspondence between the two is basically maintained once a month, and she is too busy to greet Alex now.

Several people readily accepted, and Walter's eyes warmed up a lot.

In his eyes, his sister is the most important thing, and Connie's love for Megan really wins his heart.

Even when sending a few people away at the end, Walter comforted Connie for the first time.

After seeing off a few people, Connie saw that there was still a table full of small biscuits, and took one and sat on the rocking chair in the yard and gnawed on it. The sky was getting dark, and Sherlock hadn't come home yet.

The battery in the mobile phone is less than 20.00%, but she has not received any calls or text messages.

Ai Ai sighed for a long time, she lay on the rocking chair, staring at the gradually dark blue sky in a daze.