[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"So Connie isn't your original name." Without silence or thinking, Sherlock asked very naturally.

Connie nodded: "Wang Boran..." She spit out each word in pinyin, "This is my real name..."

"So you mean, you are Chinese, but you are not Chinese in this world. It is another parallel world? TV series... Box Theory?" People like Sherlock will never believe that they are just a TV series. A character in a boring TV series, because that means he was created by people.

Connie nodded dumbly, and was about to say "yes", when suddenly she looked at Sherlock in horror as if she was frightened by something: "Box... box theory?"

She rolled her eyes, recalling a certain memory, and the reason why she was familiar with this concept.

Thanks to her roommate, she still knows a book called Infinite Horror, and this "box theory" seems to be a concept from this novel, right?Back then, that roommate was Senior Colonel Chu Xuan's fan girl. She liked her so much that in her dreams she often called out "I love you so much", which made the whole dormitory unable to sleep in the middle of the night, and almost took personal revenge on her.

"Where did you know about the box theory?" she asked curiously.

"Well, Professor Ku has developed a theory about the relationship and connection between low-dimensional and high-dimensional." So this is a realistic theory, supported by scientific evidence...Connie feels amazing.

It's just that the professor's name is a little strange: "Professor Ku? This name is really strange."

Sherlock moved his mouth: "He is Chinese, he is 35 years old this year, and he is a researcher at the Academia Sinica. His name is chu, but I think it is his last name." Sherlock looked a little Appreciate it, Connie was amazed.

Before he had time to read the chu, Sherlock typed with his mobile phone, and a handwritten Chu character appeared on the page.

"..."

"well..."

"His name can't be Chu Xuan..." Connie asked tremblingly.

Sherlock's words stopped abruptly, looking at the obvious panic in Connie's eyes.

After a pause: "No."

The person opposite was visibly relieved.

Sherlock blinked, and his eyes instantly became sharp.

Connie put a small heart back, luckily it wasn't Senior Colonel Chu, otherwise...

For her luck, meeting a pervert is a good thing!

"But he has a ten-year-old son." Sherlock picked up the phone and faced her. On it was a photo of a little boy with his name written next to it.

The boy looks very well-behaved, his outstanding facial features and fair skin make him look very pleasing, but his eyes are not like an ordinary boy, they are indifferent, with a sense of indifference .

Although Connie didn't know what the headmaster of Chu University looked like, she could read Chinese characters. This was Chu Xuan.

The word Chu Xuan is capitalized.

#Mom ah...#

Connie's teeth began to shake.

"God bless God bless... Don't ask me, Mr. Egg..." Connie was thinking in a dazed manner, and Sherlock had already obtained all the information about the Chu family and his son. An extremely powerful family, but it shouldn't scare her so much, right?

However, Connie murmured in Chinese, and Sherlock, who couldn't understand, finally felt a little unhappy.

"Connie...Hudson." He lowered his voice, squinting at her.

"What the hell are you doing?" Rather than being curious, Sherlock didn't like her reaction at the moment, like being chased by a wild dog, and he couldn't reason at all why she was so scared.

The slight anger was enough to make Connie realize this at this moment.

She trembled, and forcibly quieted down. Looking at Sherlock who already knew half of it, she was about to break the pot. After all, with her IQ, she wouldn't be able to fool Sherlock.

"To put it simply, I am a person in a parallel world. When I turned back to 12 years old, I didn't know why I appeared on the streets of London. Of course, at that time, I thought I was just reborn." After thinking about it, Connie used The word rebirth.

"Later, I also tried to go back to China. I wandered on the streets of London for several months, saving some money by picking up junk, and then I met a kind man...he helped me apply for a fake ID card, And then sent me back to China..." Connie curled her lips, her voice suddenly choked up.

"And then?" he asked softly.

"The plane exploded when it was in the air." She suddenly seemed to be caught in the atmosphere at that time, and her eyes were stained with a trace of pain.

"Later, I went back to the time when I was just 12 years old, wandering the streets of London, but this time, I never found that person again. Instead, I met Mrs. Hudson, who adopted me as My own daughter, so in fact... I have never been sure whether that world and this world are the same world. In fact, appearing here is already the world after I died twice." She looked up at Sherlock: "It's not that I haven't thought about going back again, but I always feel that the plane exploded because of my stubbornness to go back."

Her voice was full of terror and guilt: "I don't dare to try again, I'm afraid of dying again, going to some unknown world, and Mrs. Hudson is really good to me..." Mentioned Mrs. Hudson, she felt healed.

"So, that's all I've got. Sounds like either a lie or a crazy story." She looked at Sherlock, waiting for his response.

To be honest, even Sherlock is still a little hypocritical, I don't know if he will believe her words, if even he thinks she is lying and making up stories, then maybe she will be sent to a mental hospital...

The room was very quiet for a while, Connie lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Sherlock, but the heavy silence made her breathless. After struggling for a long time, she still boldly looked at Sherlock. He was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and his hands crossed, as he usually does when he's thinking.

And his eyes at this time were like light bulbs with [-] volts, looking at her unreservedly, those eyes were full of things called research interests.

After seeing too much his gaze when facing the case and the severed hand, Connie dared to swear to herself that his gaze had never been so bright as it is now. By the illusion of slaughter.

No, this does not seem to be an illusion.

Connie took a deep breath and said quietly, "Why are you looking at me like that..."

"Perhaps... you are willing to be my research subject?" He said slowly.

research object.

Connie looked at him in shock: "You're going to experiment on me?" Did she think Sherlock would kindly accept her explanation?

He sneered: "The quantum experiments I have done have proved that there are multiple universes in this world. As long as matter exists in two quantum states at the same time, parallel universes exist, but I don't know how different you and Ashe will be. "

Connie covered her mouth: "Have you experimented with humans? When?"

Sherlock watched her push back in horror, a smile curling up at the corner of his mouth.

"When I was 15."

Connie was deeply frightened.

"But although Ashe belongs to mammals like humans, she is a dog, not a human, and I just took part of her hair." I was stunned when I was writing, and then I realized that I seemed to have been tricked.

She glared at Sherlock.

#Manual Goodbye#

She said, how could she escape Sherlock's poisonous hands.

"So you're going to experiment with my hair?" That's acceptable.

Sherlock raised his eyes: "Perhaps, or other skin tissues." He glanced at Connie's whole body.

Connie looked at him apprehensively: "No, I can give you some research materials... Of course, with my own consent, as for your research object, there is no need." She said every word, especially Read "research" very seriously.

You can't accidentally find the way again.

Sherlock suddenly smiled: "Oh? It's okay, if you don't like research, then you can be the object." He picked up the coffee, and the whole person returned to that leisurely posture.

With a malicious tease in his smile.

Connie looked at him with a stiff face, "What did you say?"

"I said, do you want to be my object?" He used more conservative words.

But of course Connie understood what the object meant.

#Detective Daren is not crazy, is he? #

"Which object..." Why did she continue to ask...?

Connie wanted to give herself a slap in the head.

"Well, according to the definition of social relationship, it can be called the object of communication, that is, girlfriend." He took it for granted.

He raised his head slightly, showing his white teeth, and smiled harmlessly, making Connie's little heart skip a beat.

This is a foul!

Knowing that he must be playing tricks, Connie blushed suspiciously.

"I'm still a child, you pedophile." She replied unwillingly.

"Oh, really? I thought you had already graduated from college... so your age..." He was meaningful, and Connie continued silently in her mind.

...not much younger than Sherlock.

Maybe even older than him.

Connie made a bitter face.

After three seconds, he suddenly stood up from the sofa, and his height advantage strongly suppressed Connie.

Connie stepped back two steps, her voice trembling: "You you...what are you doing."

She was forced to a corner, looked at Sherlock who was commanding him, and felt her whole face was burning...

"If you don't refuse, it's your acquiescence?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled again. Compared with the innocent and harmless smile of the last one, this smile was more sinister. He had never seen Sherlock like this before. Connie blushed and her heart beat while her brain was blocked.

#???????????????????????????#

She could only flash these words in capital letters in her mind.

He looked down at the time and looked up into her eyes: "Then, now, you are officially mine." He grinned and looked at Connie Yisu with a smug smile.

Damn she didn't want to refuse! ?

"Then, since you are already mine, and your body also belongs to me, I don't think you need to ask for your consent when using experimental materials in the future, right? After all, 'you' belongs to me." He blinked and slowly bow close to her.

"So, let's have a memorial first?" He bent down and lowered his head, gently touching her lips.

Connie was stunned, and she didn't come back to herself until the soft touch and warm breath left the tip of her nose.

Sherlock turned back to the room, where she staggered to the floor and touched her mouth.

So Sherlock asked her to be his girlfriend in order to obtain experimental materials?

Once the object is established, the body belongs to him?

Connie recalled Sherlock's brain circuit and didn't know how to react.

#This world full of routines#

If the kiss in the fire last time was an accident, then this time it was already an active foul!

In the empty living room, Connie got up and rushed in.

There was the sound of running water in the room. Connie opened the door and saw the bathroom with the door closed. A vague figure appeared inside. She wanted to close the door angrily, and wait for Sherlock to come out to settle accounts with him. She lowered her head and saw The phone screen lit up.

????????????????????????????????????

[How to deal with a Chinese girlfriend who is ten years younger than me? ] of 180 ways.

Connie was caught by a "girlfriend", and thought that Sherlock was plotting something, so she hesitated guiltyly, and picked up his mobile phone.

#Result This title really splashed blood on her face#

The one at the top of the list is wall dong + strong kiss. The host is a Chinese student studying abroad, and he specially emphasized that when dealing with Asian girls, he must be both firm and soft.With words and a strong posture, you can succeed in one blow. Of course, if you have a handsome appearance and a pair of long legs, 90.00% of them will succeed.

????????????????????????????????????

Standing by the bed, holding Sherlock's mobile phone, and listening to the sound of water flowing from the bathroom, Connie suddenly felt that her three views had been greatly impacted.

The author has something to say: Well, this is the formal establishment of the relationship! ~hiahiahia! ! ~~~