[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Connie sat in the back seat of the car with the suitcase on her back, and Sherlock and Sherlock were on both sides of the car window.

The guy driving was a little lonely.

It was a little quiet in the car.

Connie looked at Sherlock as usual.

"Didn't you bring a suitcase?" Connie asked Sherlock, a little happy in her heart, maybe Sherlock thought it would be resolved in a day or two...

"Just buy it again." He replied lightly, with an expression that luggage is unnecessary.

Connie: "..." Why didn't you make a fuss when you moved to 221B?

I will share the rent with Peanut in the future →_→

#Sure enough, it’s not a matter of saving money...#

"..." The young man who was driving was hesitant to speak. He felt that the atmosphere behind him was good, and wanted to get in for a chat, but he didn't know how to speak.

Connie saw Molick looking at Sherlock's eager expression from the rearview mirror.

#idioms always jumped into her head so unexpectedly#

"Hello, Morik, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Connie, Connie Hudson. I'm sorry to trouble you today." The little girl smiled sweetly, which made people feel comfortable.

Morik glanced at Connie, then at Sherlock, and said, "It doesn't matter what, it's my job..." But he was already curious about the relationship between Connie and Sherlock.

Also... Rumor has it that the boss' brother is very cold, isn't he?

Is it only cold to the boss?

"Uh...Connie is here for tourism?" The young man casually picked up a topic.

#Really which pot does not open which pot#

#Where is she now or is she a life of traveling and enjoying life(_)#

"Well, I came with my classmates."

"Then why don't you grow up with Sherlock..." With a quick mouth, Molik almost said the word "adult". "...with Sherlock?"

Connie tilted her head: "I didn't know he was here. Speaking of this, why didn't you say it before?" Connie thought of Mrs. Hudson and sighed.

"Bruce will be with her." Sherlock replied, looking out the window again.

"That's fine...but..." Bruce and Mrs. Hudson?

#Connie stop, this is not right! #

"No." This time, Sherlock interrupted her thoughts without looking back.

Connie shook her head in discouragement: "Sure enough, I've failed my reading..."

"It's just this time to clear my mind." Feeling for a chocolate bar in his pocket, Sherlock frowned and took it out together with his mobile phone, which contained a new text message from Mycroft.

He handed over the chocolate bar casually and opened the text message.

Connie took it, picked up the wrapping paper and ate it, with a satisfied face - after all, it was her favorite flavor, because occasionally put a few in Sherlock's bag, he might appreciate it when he thought of it have a bite.

#But until now Connie seems to have never seen him eat#

The sweet taste of chocolate filled Connie's mouth, she squinted her eyes and smiled, and looked up to meet Molick's eyes.

"..."

"..."

"Would you like it?" Connie handed over the remaining half, always thinking that Morik seemed to be coveting it?

Molick glanced at Sherlock who was looking down at his phone from the rearview mirror: "No."

Morik said nothing.

That was Sherlock's answer.

Connie turned her head: "..." What the hell, he hasn't heard this before, right?

She turned back to look at Morik again.

#Young man has an indescribable bitterness#

My heart is stuffy, I feel like a stone is blocked, but this stone seems to have another hole?The cold wind blows in...

"No, thank you." He turned his head and concentrated on driving the car, always feeling like he was separated from the second half of the car into two worlds.

Sherlock looked up and saw Connie staring at Molick with a chocolate bar. She paused, her gaze lingered on Molick's side face for a few seconds, and then looked down at the phone.

Connie didn't know it at all, and put the chocolate bar into her mouth again and ate happily.

"But which hotel are we going to?"

Two 10 minutes later.

The car stopped by the back door, and Connie stood at the door with her suitcase on her back, looking at the magnificent door and feeling that her eyes were shining brightly.

Feels like it's made of gold...

Molik was also very happy. The hotel agent introduced him to the hotel because of a mistake in the room he booked earlier, and even gave him a discount. It's great!

Connie looked at the two of them: "It's rich..." If Lestrade came to handle the case, he probably could only live in the toilet here.

"This is a well-known resort hotel here. Someone I know has given me a discount. It's useless." Molick thought happily, and when he met Sherlock's thoughtful gaze, he even chuckled. What do you mean by appreciation?

A few people walked into the hotel, and Molik took Connie's suitcase by force: "I have made a room, but it is a suite, two people can also live in it, inside and outside." He introduced a few words, but he didn't know what the manager said. The rooms are carefully selected by someone.

"Yo, what a fate, why did we meet again?" A female voice suddenly came from the lobby.

Connie looked and saw the four girls in fancy dress, Spencer stood aside with a very reluctant face, Lucia and Christina stood with Philomena.

"Oh my god, are we all in the same hotel!?" Connie exclaimed in surprise, and flew over like a bird.

"Yeah, I came here together if I knew about it. I didn't expect you to book this hotel. We live on the top floor. You can come up to play with us. It's next door anyway."

Before Connie could remember, the other three couldn't bear to look directly and turned their eyes away.

# Exposure is really caught off guard #

Sherlock glanced at Molik, took the room card, and did not expose the trick: "Let's go."

Connie pulled her luggage back and followed Sherlock: "Then let's go up and tidy up first!" She waved her hand cheerfully.

The elevator door closed slowly. Looking at the slowly rising floor number on the elevator display, Connie suddenly realized: "Hey, do we live on the top floor?" The view must be very good!

"Ding", the elevator reached the floor, Sherlock pulled her luggage and walked out.

"This is the 27th floor, and the top floor is 28." He answered clearly, watching Connie's reaction.

"Didn't Philomena mean next door?" Then they should live on the top floor...

The little girl is being silly again.

Looking at her like this, Sherlock suddenly felt a little funny.

Even being stupid is so serious.

He raised his eyebrows, opened the door with his key card, and pulled the suitcase in.

A question came from the closed door: "Why do I feel that something is wrong?"

Downstairs in the lobby, facing the slowly closing elevator doors and Connie's smiling face, several people maintained their smiles, and stopped abruptly the moment the elevator doors closed.

"You idiot, you've been discovered!" Lucia looked at Philomena resentfully.

Philomena glared at her: "I found something, and I didn't reveal it."

Spencer finally recovered his rhythm: "You're talking about the next door. How could she not know, even if she didn't know, Sherlock must know, didn't you look at his eyes just now?" She really didn't want to admit that kind of contempt It's this guy.

Philomena recalled it immediately.

"Yeah, so how should she answer my question?" Biting her finger, Philomena looked distressed.

"Forget it, she probably won't notice." And judging by the old man's appearance, he shouldn't be able to tell.

Lucia nodded in agreement: "She's probably overjoyed now."

"But do you really let the two of them live together? Anyway, it's the upper and lower floors. Do you want Connie to come and live?"

As soon as this word came out.The three girls looked at Spencer one after another, and the meaningful eyes made Spencer's scalp tingle.

"What...what are you looking at me like that?"

Philomena clicked her tongue: "I thought you were a nerd, but I didn't expect you to think so much?"

Christina smiled: "After all, she is also a woman."

God Lucia dug her ears on the ground: "Don't worry, it's a specially selected suite with two rooms, and the gun on Connie's body can be used as a bug."

The four of them got up slowly and moved to the underground restaurant, planning to find a place to discuss the future plan.

Molik, who listened for a few words along the way, looked at the backs of several people: "..."

# Why can't I understand what they are saying? #

#Is that really a group of Lolita? It looks very small#

#Or is he really too old to understand the world of young people...#

The author has something to say: It's already the second day...

This is the second watch.

There are three updates on 21, let’s post the third update on 20 today.

Good night and good morning...?(?`н??)?