[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Sherlock..." This time, without hesitation, Connie put her palm on Sherlock's forehead.

He didn't avoid it, just sat there quietly, and then looked at Connie.

pill!

At this moment, Connie realized that something was wrong with Sherlock.

Something is very wrong.

She cleared her throat and looked at Sherlock seriously.

When the two looked at each other, they were speechless for a moment.

"Are we going to die here?" Connie suddenly felt like she was dying.

Smoke has filled the surroundings of the two of them.

Connie coughed twice, covered her nose and mouth, and stared at Sherlock with her round and big eyes.

He doesn't speak.

Still looking at her like that.

Connie felt very frustrated. She really couldn't figure out what Sherlock meant, and even now he looked completely different from usual.

"Sherlock?"

"You are talking!"

"If you don't talk anymore, I'll kiss you."

"You know I'm underage, right?"

"..."

"Are you nervous?" Suddenly, Connie caught a detail, and she let her instinct out of her mouth.

Unexpectedly, when he said this, his eyes moved.

Connie's eyes lit up immediately: "Are you really nervous?"

#What kind of ghost is this feeling that I am suddenly not nervous#

#Always feel that the great god is holding on#

# Are you afraid of fire? #

Connie rolled her eyes, moved her steps, and slowly leaned towards his side.The whole person leaned on his left shoulder, facing him slightly sideways.

"It's okay, I think the two of us have such good personalities, someone will definitely come to rescue us, um... Not to mention Mycroft, the gun Philomena gave me also has a positioning function." Connie Patting Sherlock on the shoulder, resting his chin on his broad shoulders, he looked at him with a warm smile.

#In fact, if you don’t need to warm this baby, it will be hot to death#

#In fact, it’s just that this baby smiles calmly, but he’s very relaxed in his heart#

#反应得得微定一下It turned out that I thought he was not afraid of the detective who was actually afraid of him#

She blinked, teasing him weirdly.

Sherlock lowered his eyes, and suddenly met those crescent-like lips.

A faint sweetness accompanied by a slight trembling.

Like a dragonfly.

"I'm not nervous." He said calmly with his usual expression.

“……………………”

blink.

Blink again.

Connie retracted her head like a turtle, and looked at the man in front of her in horror.

"you you you………"

"Well, me." He raised his eyebrows and looked at her with interest.

Seems to be in a good mood.

His face was still expressionless, but those eyes were set on his face, no matter how you looked at it, it made people feel that he was the same as the sun that had just risen.

A face and expression that fit his current age.

Connie was stunned.

#She can't describe her current expression and mood! #

#This is simply a dog belt! ! ! #

Probably this look still pleased Sherlock.

"Connie!"

"Connie!?"

"Where are you?"

There were shouts one after another, and Sherlock flicked the door with his hand, which immediately attracted attention.

"inside?"

"Nonsense, of course it's inside, otherwise who will knock on the door?"

"Maybe it's because you dislike our quarrel?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it must be very critical if you run out of bullets, let's find them quickly. Luke! You have 5 minutes to find them! Otherwise, you don't have to be a housekeeper." It was very clear, it was Philomena's voice .

"Yes, Miss." A young male voice sounded. Connie heard the conversation, but before she could react, Sherlock hugged her.

"We're inside, unlock it." The boy said clearly.

It seemed to be quiet for a second outside, and then it became noisy again.

"It's Sherlock's voice!" Spencer called out in surprise.

"Where's Connie!?" The other three girls said in unison.

"She's with me." Sherlock replied quietly.

Connie was shocked: "I'm here! I'm fine!"

She moved her body: "let me come down, I'm not hurt..."

Suddenly, he was patted lightly on the buttocks: "Don't move, aren't you squatting because your legs are weak?"

Connie froze all over, feeling like a stone from her toes to her neck.

#Who is so weak to squat! #

#Just unreasonable to make trouble (.`ω)#

Not long after, the door was opened.

While smoking, Connie saw a man coming towards him. He had a thin figure and a handsome face, but he was carrying a huge ax on his back. It was always a bit cute in contrast.

"Thank you..." Connie looked at this handsome man with some surprises. He looked like a mixed-race man with oriental blood... The most surprising thing was that he was very young, about seventeen or eighteen years old. .

Shouldn't housekeepers start at the age of 30?

It's too young!

After coughing a few times, a group of girls surrounded him.

"I knew that you couldn't do without me." Philomena was the first to speak, seeing Connie's embarrassed face, she spoke with disgust.

His eyes looked up and down on Sherlock.

"Hurt?" Spencer asked worriedly.

Connie glanced at Sherlock silently, and said silently, "No...just my legs are a little weak."

"Hahaha... I was scared, you coward!" Lucia and Christina said in unison, and they clapped each other's hands after saying this sentence.

(▼ dish▼#)

#I really want to beat someone#

"Everyone is tired. Get in the car and go back to the hotel to rest. I have prepared a private doctor for the lady's friend." The handsome Luke came up and stood respectfully behind Philomena.

Connie wowed, looked at Philomena with admiration, and met her smug eyes.

"This is your housekeeper? Why haven't I seen it at home?"

Philomena smiled: "This is the housekeeper from New York, USA. Dad asked him to come here to accompany me this time."

Connie: "..."

I don't know how to answer the call (; one_one).

"Hmph! It's great to have a butler, what's there to show off." Your friend Spencer·Sarcasm is online.

Philomena tossed her hair gracefully: "Speak out if you're envious."

"It's my honor to serve Missy." Luke knelt on one knee, suddenly took Philomena's hand, and kissed the back of her hand lightly.

Connie's eyes widened in shock.

#Xiontai is good at flirting with girls#

#The other hand is still holding an ax#

#Painting style so clear is not easy#

It may be that this is nothing more than flattery to Philomena, but she is willing to enjoy such flattery.

"You can come to my house often if you like." She looked up at Connie, and she could barely see a condescending taste.

"Huh, Connie is not special. Connie, is it?" Spencer probably couldn't bear it, and had another fit.

Connie looked at this, then looked at that, and silently buried her head in Sherlock's chest: "I'm so tired, I've fallen asleep...fufufu..."

Philomena: "...→_→"

Lucia: "...→_→"

Christina: "...→_→"

Spencer: "Hehe...→_→"

Luke: "Then everyone, please get in the car.＼(￣︶￣)／"

The author has something to say: this one is finished and there is one last one!

Are there any sleeping babies...

The gums are swollen (つД`)