[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Find the congressman's daughter, is this the ultimate goal of Mycroft?" Sherlock asked lightly, awakening the dreamer.

Connie struggled for a while, and found that Sherlock's words made sense.

Moreover, finding the practical daughter of the congressman is still very helpful to McCoff's political relations. As for those sugar-coated shells, they are just bargaining chips used by McCoff to attract Sherlock...

Connie felt that McCoff was very capable of doing such a thing.

#Inexplicably a little square#

"En." Molik nodded, this is indeed the most important purpose this time.

Connie looked sideways at Sherlock and understood his words: "So you're only looking for the congressman's daughter? Aren't you going to solve those bizarre cases?"

# It's not like what Sherlock can say. #

At this moment, Connie really wanted to put her palm on Sherlock's forehead.

"Otherwise?" He propped his chin and looked back, occupying the single sofa alone, looking down at the world.

"..." It really is a hell.

Morik became excited: "But those puzzles..."

"There is no puzzle." Sherlock calmly interrupted Molik, looking at the photo of the congressman's daughter in his hand, his eyes flashed.

"It has nothing to do with that woman." Sherlock said, referring to the disappearance of the councilor's daughter.

Connie looked at him for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Do you know that woman?"

A name popped into her head, the most important "woman" in Sherlock's life.

the woman.

Erin Adler.

But isn't he a redhead?

You can dye your hair, though.

But did they know each other so early?

Connie held her head in her hands and thought hard, but couldn't come up with a result.

Sherlock was looking sideways at Connie, as if digging through the thoughts in her head.

To be honest, he couldn't see what she was thinking clearly now.

"What are you thinking about?" He looked at the messy hair on top of her head, and put a hand on her forehead to cover the messy hair. The warmth radiated from the palm of his hand, with a slight damp heat.

She is sweating.Think hard.

There seems to be some tension and displeasure?

why?

that woman.

Sherlock's eyes deepened, and he unconsciously used a little force under his hands, rubbing the top of her head lightly or heavily.

"I don't know." He opened his mouth, feeling the sudden relaxation under his hands, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Morik: "..." His gaze moved from Sherlock to Connie, and then to the palm of Sherlock's hand on Connie's head, and his very gentle "I don't know".

He let out a long sigh.

#Give him a bowl of dog food#

#Don't ask him why#

#I just want to sit quietly until I die of old age(｀_ゝ)#

Connie looked up: "Then how do you know it's irrelevant?"

Sherlock withdrew his hand and leaned back on the sofa again.

"More than a week ago, she was in London." He squinted, thinking of the woman with whom Moriarty seemed to have had too much contact.

Connie gasped.

#Wait why is she gasping? #

She gathered herself together: "A week ago happened to be the day when the couple's victimization happened, but didn't that little boy say that a sister saved him... Isn't it the same person?"

Connie imagined various possibilities, her eyes suddenly startled, and she looked at Sherlock with horror.

It won't be what she thinks...

The woman was in London a week ago, and Moriarty was there at that time, maybe earlier, when Sherlock and Moriarty confronted each other, he had seen the woman, so he recognized it...

Then in the couple victimization case, the little boy's testimony was contradictory.

Either the little boy was mistaken, or the boy was lying.

"What can a 10-year-old child understand?" Sherlock meant something, as if guiding Connie's thinking.

"It's impossible!" Who would kill his biological parents! ?

Sherlock handed over the phone, and Connie felt chills as she looked at the sealed information.

That little boy was adopted.

And turning over the information page, there is a photo of the boy and a middle-aged man.

The black and white photos are eerie.

"The rest of the conclusions can be found after looking at the couple's corpses." The information Sherlock found a while ago is enough to form certain doubts and reasoning.

Molik was confused: "Is there a clue here?"

Connie felt cold in her heart and her face was pale.

According to the information, the boy was protected by the police. His mother was killed by his father. The man had violent tendencies and mental problems.

But somehow, the man, perhaps avoiding the police, came into contact with the boy.

A ten-year-old boy... Just like when she was "reformed" in a secret room, she felt that her outlook on life had undergone a huge reversal in just a few hours, so what about an ignorant child?

Sherlock split up these connected cases in a few sentences. After reading the information, Morik was shocked. With his strength, he didn't even know that the boy was adopted.

He looked at Sherlock: "Is this dark?"

Connie suddenly remembered this experience: "Don't worry, Sherlock is very powerful, they won't find out at all."

She patted Morik on the shoulder, and comforted his slightly frustrated expression with a dumbfounded expression.

"The information given by Leonard." Throwing the phone on the sofa casually, Sherlock leaned on the sofa and looked at the ceiling and seemed to be in a daze.

Connie and Morik looked at me and I looked at you. Before they could think about what to do next, the people on the sofa stood up stiffly.

Morik was taken aback and stared blankly at Sherlock.

Connie sighed silently.

Just know.

"Go to the morgue." He went to the door and changed into his overcoat.

Connie got up silently and pushed Morik: "Let's go." She also changed her clothes in a hurry.

Morik was dumbfounded: "Go now?"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow: "No?"

Molik was in a dilemma: "But it's all off work now. How about I say hello to the person on duty first?" He looked at Sherlock who was playing with his mobile phone with his head down.

He raised his head and raised his mobile phone: "done."

Connie glanced at him, then silently put on her shoes and put on her bag.

Morik: "???"

Connie: "He and Leonard said hello, everything will cooperate."

#Efficiency is really heartbreaking#