[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Several people got into the car, and Connie sat down in the car, and found that the SUV had disappeared at the door, and suddenly sighed heavily.

The car started and drove steadily.

Spencer looked at the two embarrassed people: "Where's the man with you?"

"It's a spy..." Connie was a little disappointed, "After such a fire, the body is burned, where is the evidence..."

She suddenly thought of something, looked at Sherlock, and said in a low voice: "Could it be someone from the government? If you can replace Molik and make it impossible for Mycroft to notice..." Thinking carefully, she was terrified.

"He doesn't necessarily know." Sherlock turned his head from the scenery outside the window.

Whether McCoff knew about it, he really didn't think so.

Connie froze.McCoff knows?

"The fire truck should be here now, and the police have sealed off the scene. I believe there will be a result tomorrow." Probably because the atmosphere was a bit serious, Spencer answered, trying to relax the atmosphere. After all, when she left, she was the only one Thinking about calling the police.

As expected, the effect was there, but he hoofed and flew in the opposite direction.

"The existence of the police only appears after the incident. It's useless at all." Philomena said disdainfully.

Lucia also specifically added: "Or long after it's over."

Christina nodded in agreement: "It's not useful, it's just a lot of eyesore."

#Three people look very experienced#

Connie found it impossible to refute, but Spencer still seemed to trust the People's Police.

So she comforted: "Perhaps the police in Burma are better than the little sheep in Scotland Yard."

Spencer: "...Little sheep?"

Connie: "..." Oops, I just mentioned the little sheep.

"Hehe, that's what Sherlock created. For the nicknames for the Scotland Yard police, look, how cute."

#Black pot is to push it in time#

Spencer looked at Sherlock incredulously, with his character, how could he do such a thing as a nickname?

Connie laughed doglegs, and found that Sherlock's attention was not on her at all, she nodded happily, and fell asleep on the back of the cushion.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, but this time no one spoke.

Connie lowered her head slowly while driving.

The breathing is deep and shallow, intertwined.

Before long, everyone fell asleep.

At the back door of the hotel, the car stopped slowly.

The four girls slept in a pile, and Connie sat in the last row, leaning on Sherlock's shoulder.

Luke got out of the car, and brought a few young men with him, and picked up four girls one by one.

"Do you need help?" Luke asked, and seeing Sherlock gently hugged the girl and shook his head at him, he also carried Philomena into the elevator.

"Good night, sir." Before the elevator, Luke bid farewell to Sherlock softly, he nodded lightly, and walked out of the elevator with Connie in his arms.

Nodding his head was a greeting to Luke.

Luke chuckled, and the elevator door slowly closed.

In the room, Connie was put on the big bed, with a thin blanket covering her body, the night was thick outside the window, and there was a sweet dream inside the window.

The next day, Connie woke up to the sound of ticking water.

The sky was very dark, and it seemed that it was going to rain at any time.

As if she had slept for a long time, Connie got up, took a deep breath towards the window, and stretched herself...

and many more!

Did she not brush her teeth yesterday?

...It seems that there is no such thing!

(╥╯^╰╥) The baby is not happy about getting tooth decay!

Licking her mouth depressedly, Connie rushed to the toilet: "Sherlock, why didn't you call me yesterday? I didn't even brush my teeth..."

"pat"

As soon as the sound of the water stopped, the door was opened, and Sherlock, who was wet with a white towel, came out again.

"(ΩДΩ)!" Connie covered her eyes with lightning speed.

"Connie."

"Yes!"

"coffee."

"Yes!"

It was the back figure running towards the kitchenette again.

When he came back with coffee, Sherlock was already nestled on the sofa.

Seeing that he had changed his clothes, Connie breathed a sigh of relief, and brought the coffee over, but there were a lot of Sherlock's eyes, and yesterday's kiss suddenly jumped in front of the eyes and played on a loop.

"..."

"What's the matter?" Sherlock looked up with his coffee.

A head that shakes like a rattle.

"Room service!" The waiter's voice sounded from outside the door again.

Connie tilted her head: "Philomena called again?"

I am really obsessed with big meals. I don’t know if they have deep-fried dough sticks here...

"I called."

"……Um!?"

"Dumplings. Go and open the door."

"Oh." Connie nodded, but her eyes lit up when she saw the plate of dumplings.

#饺饺粉骨! #

"Delicious..." One mouthful, dipped in soy sauce and vinegar, chili powder and garlic requested by Connie, I thought it would not be too sour (-^〇^-).

Sherlock ate two too, but he's clearly a sauce rejecter.

"Wouldn't it be monotonous to eat like this?" Connie was happy to eat, and immediately forgot everything about yesterday.

Sherlock looked at the freshly baked newspaper: "The food is all the same."

Connie chuckled, "Then why don't you eat anything made by Mrs. Hudson?"

Sherlock: "...I've already talked to Mycroft about Morik."

The topic transfer is blunt enough.

"so what?"

"The real Mollik probably died very late, and Mycroft never knew about it." His tone seemed to be completed by adding "this idiot" at the end.

"Maybe the sky is high and the emperor is far away." Connie curled her lips.

It's really not that easy to be an agent...

"So what should we do with this case? If the body is burned, wouldn't the clues be broken?" It's all because the bad guys acted too quickly.

Sherlock put down his chopsticks, picked up the coffee and drank it in one gulp.

"Grey-brown corpse spots, common in sub-X salt and sub-X potassium poisoning."

Connie understood: "So Esper was poisoned to death, and Lilian was killed. So besides the boy and his father, there was another person who wanted to kill Esper?" By mistake, it was covered up under the flesh and blood wounds.

Connie thought about it a little bit: "And this person who is malicious to Esper, not to mention whether it is related to several other cases, he tried his best to speed up the corruption of Esper's body, replaced Molik, and even wanted to set fire to him." Kill us..." She thought about the time issue that she hadn't finished talking yesterday.

Obviously the nameless person died three weeks earlier, but the degree of corruption of the two corpses is almost the same.

What's more obvious is that the corpses of Lilian and Esper are not corrupted to the same degree!

Connie looked at Sherlock with a look of shock on her face: "Did we accidentally get involved in some government secret again..."

The enemy forces look awesome.

"This Mycroft will take care of it." Sherlock said, putting his hands together on the sofa, as if muttering something.

#I really want to buy a plane ticket and fly back to London#

"Then what do we do next?" She replied muffled.

"Wait." Sherlock replied quickly.

"Wait for who?"

"Waiting for someone to knock on the door."

The moment Sherlock finished speaking, the doorbell rang.

Startled, Connie got up and ran to the door to take a look into the cat's eyes.

"Molick!" She exclaimed, looked at Sherlock, and opened the door under his signal.

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