[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

She couldn't reason with Connie, and Pauline Tiffany's sharp mouth also lost a bit in scolding.

Seeing that the beauty was so angry that his eyes were red, Lestrade quickly swallowed the last bite of the sandwich and rushed to the rescue.

Although his attitude towards her has always been to keep her at arm's length, I'm afraid that if this continues, today's media press conference will have a skylight.

God knows how tired he is of those sharp-tongued reporters. Only an invulnerable beauty like Pauline can be invincible!

Thinking of this, he secretly gave Connie another look. Connie is also a person who cannot be underestimated if she can force Huo Meiren to this point.

Sure enough, those who live with Sherlock are not mortals...

Reassuring Pauline, Lestrade brought her the herbal tea that Connie made. Seeing this, Connie couldn't say anything more and let the matter rest.

"Good eloquence." Seeing the two of them leaving the police station, she began to pack her things.Sherlock didn't mean to let her go.

Slightly gasping, Connie looked up and saw the dark purple scarf hanging asymmetrically around his neck, and blinked.

"Thank you." He said with his scalp numb.

He drank his coffee and seemed to enjoy his current state.

After a while, the scarf fell to the ground.

Connie was taken aback, and picked up the scarf. The fringe on the edge had a dark golden luster, and the shiny leather shoes kicked past her eyes, and the heels rubbed against the marble.

As if mixed with invitations, in the breeze.

"Sherlock... your scarf fell off." Those dark green eyes rushed into her eyes unsuspectingly, they were no longer as sharp as piercing the soul, not gentle, but for the first time made her feel Those eyes were extremely gentle.

"I know," he said.

The slender hands clasped together, and after a moment of friction, they reached into the pockets on both sides of the coat.The raised collar covered half of his side face, and his thick eyebrows were full of excitement at this moment.

"I know." He repeated.

The heel rubbed against the marble again, smoothly changing a direction, heading towards the corner.

The scarf in his hand was still warm.

Looking at the back of someone leaving in a cool way, Connie clenched the scarf in her hand.

Inexplicably, there was a sudden feeling of being invited as a guest.

The shopping basket was placed on Lestrade's desk, and there were still warm rose tea and coffee in it.

"Mr. Sherlock. Your scarf." After trotting to keep up with Sherlock, Connie handed out the scarf in her hand.

Sherlock glanced at her.

"Connie."

"Yes?"

"Just call me Sherlock."

She raised her eyes and met his gentleness again.

A gesture of goodwill, although to a certain extent, this kind of gesture is more like a charity from above.

But this is Sherlock's unique way of inviting.

It's like inviting you into his world.

For some reason, Connie felt that she was about to freak out, but fortunately, her mental quality was not bad.

This not only represents a title, but it is just a title.

Pausing her steps, the distance between the two increased. After a moment of silence, she suddenly took a big step, followed him closely, and raised a bright smile behind him, innocent and innocent.

"Yes, Sherlock." Blind politeness is also alienation.

Maybe after a long time, she can also become Sherlock's friend.

It might sound a little overwhelming, but she was in touch with the real Sherlock.Witness his every word and deed, every move.

Sherlock Holmes.

He is also a person with flesh and blood and feelings, just like ordinary people.

Without stopping, the two walked one after the other.

Sherlock took the scarf in her hand, folded it in half, threw it back, and tied a slipknot on the front of his neck. The deep purple tassels set off the dark golden luster, reflecting a few touches of light blue in his flaxen green eyes. Come.

"Let's go." He turned around and walked down the stairs.

"Okay... well, where are we going?" Unlike the bright outside, there was a gloomy atmosphere from the stairs, and it was much darker than the outside.

But when she opened the door, what came to her was not the strange thing Connie thought, but two beauties with their own styles.

"Sherlock. You're here." In the office on the next floor, a girl with long brown hair was recording something with a folder, and beside her stood a girl with blonde hair. Both of them looked beautiful. .

Seeing someone coming, she greeted Sherlock with a gentle smile, as if she took it for granted.

It seemed to Connie that she knew Charlotte very well.

Sherlock, however, didn't respond.

"Where's the corpse?" This was the first sentence he spoke, and he was indifferent to that gentle beauty.

Such a gentle person.Connie thought.Had it been Pauline, she would probably have had a fight with Sherlock at this point because of his rudeness.

Cocoa Rose.

Connie saw the name tag on her chest.

What a romantic name.

Although the white coat made her feel bad, it still couldn't conceal the goodwill brought by the beauty.

If Pauline is the beauty of fire in Scotland Yard, then Hoh Xil is the beauty of water.

"Who is this lovely little girl?"

Her eyebrows twitched, Connie couldn't stand being treated like a child.

But she replied politely, "Hi, Miss Ross. I'm Connie."

"Hehe, hello, what a lovely child, you can call me Coco." She still smiled gently, and even had a maternal radiance in her expression.

God knows how incapable Connie is.

"This is my assistant, Miss Cooper." Following Coco's introduction, Connie fixed her gaze on the blonde woman.

Molly Cooper.The forensic doctor of the Metropolitan Police Department, Sherlock's most loyal assistant, admirer, and crush.

Of course, all identities are derived from the crush.

Of course, assistants and so on are all things in the future.

Now, this brown-haired woman is the forensic doctor of the Metropolitan Police Department, and the young Molly is only an assistant.

At this time, she was still very young, her amber eyes were immature, but she couldn't hide the hidden shyness when she met Sherlock.

Sure enough, Molly Cooper's love at first sight for Sherlock Holmes was legendary.

of course.

"Hello, Miss Cooper."

"Hello, Connie."

After half an hour.

Connie couldn't stand it any longer.

Let you face six half-cut corpses for half an hour, would you try?

She wanted to escape countless times.

Ran and egg.

Sherlock has already promised, if she escapes now, there will probably be a bullet hole in the ceiling tomorrow morning!

"Connie, maybe you can help me put together a puzzle?" Sherlock said to her at that time.

Naive her.

How could it be thought that Sherlock Holmes took her into Scotland Yard's forensic department, and asking her to help would really be some kind of puzzle?

"The case this time is the murder of the triplets." He mentioned the finishing touch, with excitement in the corner of his mouth.

So, when Connie saw those six chunks of corpses.

——Understand in seconds without explaining.

Three identical triplets were cut in half by Qiqi.The wound was burned by fire, and DNA matching was useless.

But the murderer must have a purpose for taking so much trouble, so Connie understands.

It's just...isn't this a bit far from a jigsaw puzzle?

The author has something to say: the question about going to school, I actually replied to the readers in the comments, but it seems that someone asked if this is a bug, no, because the age of going to junior high school in the UK is generally 11-16, which is legal Yes, but the heroine is quite special. When she came here at the age of 11, she was still babbling in English. Plus she was a Chinese child. She was later adopted by Mrs. Hudson, so the setting is to go to school at the age of 13, which is delayed by about one or two years. , this time at home.

in addition!The author wants to say something shamelessly~~~~~

The author's column is rolling for collection~(≧▽≦)/~

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