[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

In the early hours of the morning, Sherlock returned.

Connie in the yard was carried into the room by Bruce after falling asleep.

Looking at the biscuits on the table, Sherlock opened the door and entered Connie's room.

At the bedside, he stood quietly looking at her for a while, then closed the door lightly and left.

Henry's business came to fruition.

Just in case, everyone has already made a decision. In the court tomorrow, he will directly convict Henry, and the sentence may vary from five to ten years. This is already a relatively good result, Mycroft Henry can be released from prison if he can subdue the forces in various districts of London. Otherwise, changing his face will be useless.

For the first time, he was a little concerned about Connie's reaction.

He knew how she would react.

And he was a little concerned or even worried about her reaction.

Even before things happened, he was already preparing.

How to appease her emotions.

In the dark night, the emotion in his eyes showed a trace of anger, and then returned to zero in an instant.

Sighing slightly, Sherlock stood by the window and played the melodious violin.

The emotions in the eyes gradually settled down, and after an unknown amount of time, the dawn rose.

And he was still standing by the window, like an independent fairy, quietly and comfortably playing the violin, and the melodious sound of the violin permeated the humid air.

It's just that the eyes that opened are different from the past.

Probably due to mental ups and downs, Connie didn't wake up until almost noon. There was no big sun shining through the window sill and hitting the floor. There was only light rain and humid air, which made the color of the whole sky look very low.

Bruce came in with the porridge, and Connie found out that the trial was held early this morning, and Sherlock, as a key witness, had already left home early in the morning.

"Grandpa Bruce..." Connie said worriedly.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Charlotte said yesterday..."

Bruce looked at her lovingly: "It's okay, Connie, don't worry, the young master has always done things properly." Especially when it comes to people he cares about.

Both Mycroft and Sherlock were attentive and considerate.

Bruce looked much better than yesterday.

"Connie, some things are always unsatisfactory. I know you are very sad, but you have to accept the fact and not force it. This is already the best result." Although I knew that my words were cruel to a child, but After thinking about it all night, Bruce decided that it would be better to let Connie out of this argument this morning.

Going to prison is not a good thing, but it is much better than dying.

"This is already the best possible result under the current circumstances." He sighed.

Connie stared at him blankly, feeling so fragile that she suddenly shed a tear.

"I'm sorry. Grandpa Bruce, I'm the one who is sad and blaming myself. These things can't be forced..." Thinking of Henry's pursuit of Mrs. Hudson, she was just on the sidelines.

Now that Henry is going to jail, she is very sad.

It's her demon.

"Okay! I can't be sad. I couldn't be too sad before. Mrs. Hudson must be sadder than me. I have to be by her side and be her strong support!" Strength comes, thinking of Mrs. Hudson, she seems to have inexhaustible strength and courage for a moment.

Bruce also smiled knowingly when he saw her small universe bursting out.

Connie is always a shining little sun.

"Okay, no matter what, Grandpa Bruce will accompany you." The old and the young looked at each other and smiled, and the atmosphere became warmer.

After making up her mind to be strong, Connie also put away her little thoughts of hurting spring and autumn. After lunch, she went out to find Mrs. Hudson. The same Helen from last time was with her. Connie was still puzzled. Why would Sherlock let this beautiful, slender little woman protect her.

But when she was surrounded at the gate of the court, she was stunned to see Helen's skill.

She just caught up with Mr. Henry being escorted out.

The crowd almost crushed Connie, especially the reporters who were like flies.

Henry, who was originally indifferent, also looked anxious when he saw Connie, but there was a little shame on his face, as if he couldn't face her.

Connie didn't ignore the expression on his face, but she also leaned on Helen to squeeze to his side.

"Dad, I will wait for you to come back with my mother." Connie took Henry's callused hands with her little hand, and rubbed the back of his hand affectionately. Connie showed a warm and intimate smile.

Henry looked at Connie's bright and warm smile, his face as if covered with frost suddenly burst into tears, and the scene began to get a little out of control.

Everyone stared at the weird oriental little girl, and gradually became quiet.

Henry held Connie's hand tightly, but said nothing. He only turned his head and took a deep look at Hudson, who was crying behind his back, and followed the police officers into the escort vehicle.

Connie was squeezed behind by the crowd, and was pulled by Helen to Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock.

"Mom." Connie hugged Mrs. Hudson gently, and she began to cry uncontrollably.

"Connie..." Mrs. Hudson sobbed.

Connie smiled and took her hand: "It's okay, let's wait for Dad to come back together."

Her sunny and pure smile made people forget the sadness inadvertently. Mrs. Hudson looked at Connie's smile, felt sad but full of hope, and hugged her petite body.

"Yes, he will come back safely, we will wait for him together."

After the crowd dispersed, Connie and Mrs. Hudson returned to the main house of the Holmes family, but Connie rejected Bruce's proposal and decided to live back with Mrs. Hudson in 221B.

Bruce couldn't handle Connie, but Sherlock was just as casual as Connie.

Connie slept with Mrs. Hudson all night, and returned to 221B early the next morning to disturb her first, but when she got home, she found that she had already tidied up and even replaced the refrigerator with fresh food.

Connie thought of Henry all of a sudden, and her heart was full of gratitude.

The mother and daughter lived back in Baker Street, but Sherlock and the dozen or so agents from Holmes' house followed them.

Only this time, they were disguised as different vendors on Baker Street.

Connie didn't know this one.

And Sherlock, who knew about it, would not care about it.

For a moment, life seemed to return to the way it was before Henry appeared.

Sherlock changed back to his original appearance, and Connie couldn't wait to complain, so he ordered him to make coffee, which relieved her a lot of small emotions.

To say that the person who seems to be the same after the confession is the same as before the confession, it also makes her unable to say anything.

As time went by, this incident was even more forgotten by her, and Sherlock's shocking words were also thrown into the trash can in her mind as a joke.

Fortunately.

Connie is back at school again.

In the last month when the first semester is about to end.

After Henry entered the prison, everything seemed to be stopped suddenly, and Connie's life returned to peace, so after more than half a month, she proposed to enroll early. After two weeks of dullness, Mrs. Hudson , and suddenly changed back to his original personality, going out to hang out and play cards. Except for visiting Henry regularly every week, life seems to have not fluctuated much.

Sherlock looked at her determination and didn't stop her. He just told her not to miss the task he ordered and let her go. On the contrary, Connie felt that she was the least calm one.

In short, life is in this inexplicable coincidence, and suddenly drove back to the original track.

I haven't seen each other for a few months. Everyone in the class seems to have changed a lot. Connie hasn't changed much, but everyone around her has grown a lot taller. Some girls who used to be equal to her are now half a head taller than her. .

On the first day back to school, Connie was warmly welcomed by the whole class.

My own three Barbie dolls were surrounded again.

The author has something to say: The third watch is over!

Continue tomorrow^_^

Happy reading! ~~~

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