[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

In the summer of 2011, Connie woke up in a clean room and found out that she had been in a coma for five years.

This is not the first time.

However, compared with doubt and uneasiness, she is more worried about the fact that she has not been able to stand up so far.

When Mycroft was asked about Sherlock, he always avoided answering.

This made her a little scared and sad, and Mrs. Hudson, Mr. Henry, I don't know what happened to them...

"Connie, you need to undergo rehabilitation for a period of time. When your body improves, go and surprise Sherlock yourself." Finally, Mycroft said to her like this.

So, she began a long rehabilitation.

In fact, it was only one month, but this month was long enough for her, but for a teenager who hadn't been able to get out of bed for five years and lived only on nutritional supplements, it was already a relatively good speed.

#She is still a developing child#

After persisting for a month, she managed to become good friends with the researchers in the base - after all, they were a group of people who watched her sleep for five years.

"The sun is very strong, be careful."

"If you have any questions, you can contact us immediately. You have both phone calls and emails."

"Take care of yourself, Connie."

……

Standing outside the door, Mycroft watched the group of his subordinates say goodbye to the little girl, his face was full of affection.

Connie had always been a likable child, there was no doubt about that, or she wouldn't have been better than friends with these people within a month of waking up.

Mycroft took a deep breath and thought about five years ago.

He has always associated those with Connie, but the investigations over the past few years have proved that this is not the case, and after eliminating all threats from Connie, all he has left is to make up for it.

The elongated SUV drove away slowly, looking at the countryside outside the window, Connie and Mycroft took each side.

"Connie, I'm sorry." Mycroft spoke first.

The sun was shining on the back of her hand, and there was a slight tingling sensation. Connie stared blankly at her hand: "Forwhat?"

"hurting you."

"Why didn't you tell me about them? I slept for five years..."

"The important thing is now." He looked over and shook Connie's hand tenderly.

Connie stared at him strangely, but felt that McCoff looked a little nervous...and a little embarrassed.

"Why are you nervous? Has something embarrassing happened to you?" Guilty.The word came to her mind.

She looked at Mycroft suspiciously.

"Well...you will know, I just hope you remember, after all, I have been working hard to save you, and I never gave up."

The situation seemed odd and ridiculous.

"Okay." Connie took Mycroft's hand, she was always a generous child.

"No matter what happened, since you cured me, I think I should say thank you, we're even, let's get along well in the future." Mycroft shook back with a smile.

Until Connie realized that she had spoken too early.

This is something.

"Mrs. Hudson went on a trip with Henry. I think Sherlock should be at home now, with his new partner, John Watson."

Connie froze for a moment, then laughed.

This took her completely by surprise.

It seems that the plot has begun, and she and Sherlock didn't say a word about peanuts.

"Then I'll go see him first..." Connie's tone was a bit sour, "I'll tell my parents when they come back, and they won't come to see me anyway."

Mycroft pursed his lips and turned his head in embarrassment.

The car put Connie in front of the door of 221B and drove away.

Connie touched the window, and sure enough, she found the spare key.

The old place is out of shape.

Connie opened the door, her nose sore.

"Sherlock?"

"Are you at home?"

There was no echo at home, and no one seemed to be there.

Connie stood in the quiet and unfamiliar room, feeling a little dazed.

She noticed it when she drove into the city center.

A lot has changed here.

Walking upstairs, she panted and pushed open the door on the second floor.

It was a mess inside.

Smiling, Connie couldn't tell if she was happy or disappointed, maybe both.

"It's really unreal..." She touched her sore arm.

Even if she can walk and move, she seems to be much more tired than ordinary people now.

When I came downstairs, all the kitchen utensils in the kitchen were replaced with new ones. Connie opened it and looked, as if they hadn't been used, only the microwave oven and the cooking pot had been used.

Of the two rooms on the first floor, hers was locked, and Connie went to Mrs. Hudson's room, which clearly contained traces of Henry's life.

"It seems that Henry is safe." Connie murmured happily, and found a key in Mrs. Hudson's bedside cabinet.

The key to her room.

Open the door, the inside is still the same.

There was no dust inside and it looked like it had been cleaned regularly.

Connie's heart warmed up a bit. Looking at the same decoration as when she left, she sat on the soft bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

she's back.

It was not late at night, but Connie was very tired. She helped tidy up Sherlock's room all afternoon. Although she was tired, she found that she seemed to miss this feeling, as if she hadn't done such a thing for a long time. same.

After cooking a bowl of noodles for dinner, she found that her cooking skills had degraded to the original level, but most of the reason was due to her physical fitness, but her sense of taste was much sharper—God knows that after five years, her sense of taste should be It has the opposite effect, right?

The weakness of her body caused her to fall into a deep sleep after grooming.

In the middle of the night, the two people who went out to handle the case finally came back.

"This is not a simple criminal group. It's a cult organization." Sherlock took off his gloves as he walked upstairs, and the moment he pushed open the door, he stopped in his tracks.

John followed and looked at him who stopped at the door: "What's wrong?"

He stepped forward and found Sherlock staring at the room, visibly short of breath.

Watson glanced at the room, but found nothing wrong, and when he was about to turn around, he quickly turned back.

clean and tidy. — Except for the desk, of course.

It seems that there is still some faint fragrance.

oh, bloody hell.What his dream apartment would look like.

John sat on the sofa with a look of enjoyment: "Who has cleaned it? Didn't Mrs. Hudson go on a trip with Henry?"

Sherlock walked into the house.

John inexplicably felt that his current state seemed a little drifting.

But he suddenly ran out of the house.

John stood up inexplicably and followed, seeing that he seemed to be crazy, ran to the room that Mrs. Hudson did not allow, and stood there in a daze.

That room, Sherlock and he had never been in it.

"Sherlock? What are you doing?"

Sherlock stood in front of the door, looked at the door with unclear eyes, and turned his head after a long time.

"Nothing, let's go upstairs."

John: "?"

"By the way, you just said heresy?" John answered.

Sherlock came in and lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"Sherlock? what'swrongwithyou"

"Sherlock!"

John couldn't help it, roared, and looked at Sherlock with blank eyes, feeling that something was wrong.

The him just now was simply weird.

"I'm tired today. john." He seemed to come to himself.

"Oh!" John froze, blinked, then came back to look at Sherlock and nodded.

The strange feeling in my heart was even heavier.

"Okay, then you can rest." John turned around, ready to go back to his room, and stopped to look at Sherlock, who seemed to be still in a trance.

Today is probably going to be a weird day.he thinks.

Fortunately, he also found a job.

John walked into the room to freshen up and rest in preparation for tomorrow's mental work.

Downstairs, Connie slept dreamlessly until early the next morning.

John was up early, and Sherlock, he seemed to have been up all night.

In the room were the books sent by the police detective just now, and Sherlock was already flipping through those books.

"Okay, do you need my help?"

Sherlock glanced at him with raised eyebrows: "I think you are going to work."

John nodded: "Indeed. Well, I'll take it as a rejection. Have you had breakfast?"

Sherlock didn't raise his head at this moment: "No need." John knew that he didn't eat during the case, and he always thought that digestion would affect his thinking.

"Okay, then I'm leaving." He left the room, walked to the first floor, and was about to open the door.

There was a faint scent.

Connie got up early.

The kitchen utensils in the kitchen are very new, but the materials are not good. Many things have become moldy and smelly. After cleaning yesterday, there are only some vegetables and lean meat that are not very fresh in the refrigerator. When I woke up in the morning, Connie boiled a little Vegetable lean meat porridge.

John approached the kitchen suspiciously, walked to the door, and seemed to hear a slight movement inside.

"Is anyone there? Mrs. Hudson?"

Connie went to the door, opened it, and saw a blond man.

John Watson.

Connie showed a bright smile and stretched out her fair hand: "Hi, I'm Connie Hudson. Nice to meet you."

"..."

"..."

Five seconds later, Connie withdrew her hand in embarrassment.

"Is there something wrong?" Why do you have to look like you have seen a ghost?

John blinked, and blinked again.

Seeing Connie's abnormally skinny appearance, the first reaction was really a hell.

"Are you Mrs. Hudson's daughter?"

Connie nodded: "Yes, I am her adopted daughter."

She took a step back: "I cooked some porridge, would you like to try it?"

The scent did attract John, and Connie was still wearing an apron.

She appears to be preparing coffee.

But first of all.

John stepped back to the landing.

"Sherlock."

……

"Sherlock!"

"What!?" Sherlock pushed the door out.

John pointed at the people around him, not knowing what to say.

Connie looked at Sherlock, took a deep breath, and a bright smile bloomed on her face.

"Hi Sherlock, long time no see."

"..."

"..."

"..."

There was a sudden silence in the air.

John couldn't describe this moment. To put it bluntly, it felt like time stood still.

But no, he was still breathing.

Sherlock walked down the stairs barefoot.

Connie stood where she was, and found that he seemed to have matured a lot, but he was also handsome, with an added charm, but he was still a bit withdrawn.

Gently touching her cheek with his palm, Sherlock looked at the familiar facial features, his eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"I should have thought of that earlier." Last night.He pursed his lips, feeling the cool temperature in his palm.

"Why are you so cold?" he asked.

Connie laughed: "well, you know, after all, I've been comatose for five years."

John: "???"

"But you're not..." Didn't Mrs. Hudson say dead?Could it be another daughter who died?Well, she really didn't mention her name.

Looking at Connie's pale skin and thin body, Sherlock slowly uttered a word: "Mycroft."

John: "What?"

Connie nodded: "He sent me here."

Having said that, she looked at Sherlock a little depressed.

"Why didn't he say anything when I asked him? When I was in the base, I never saw my parents and you..."

Sherlock suddenly hugged Connie. He was tall, and his normal figure was a big hug for Connie. Connie was embraced by the whole person, and she was stunned.

John has been completely dumbfounded.

"Iknowit." Sherlock's voice was so gentle that water could drip out.

John pressed his ears suspiciously, feeling that there was something wrong with his hearing.

Connie hugged him back, Sherlock's strength was very gentle.

"Sorry, I made you worry." Remembering that John was by her side, she pushed Sherlock away: "Okay... I made porridge and coffee, and my skills are a lot rusty, after all, I haven't touched it for five years... Would you like to try it? You haven’t had breakfast yet, have you?”

John glanced at Sherlock, of course he wanted to eat it very much, after all, the aroma smelled very good, and he was already hungry.

But Sherlock.

He didn't speak, and had already pulled Connie to the kitchen.

John: excuse me?Does good digestion affect thinking?

Following up, John remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet, and stretched out his hand like Connie: "Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm John Watson, Sherlock's colleague." Then she saw the girl's eyes brighten firmly held her hand.

Her hands are soft and slightly cool, and her eyes look like a deer, clear and simple.

Almost at once, John felt an affectionate affection for the girl.

"Hello, Mr. Watson, I'm Connie, as you can see, I'm also Mrs. Hudson's adopted daughter." She picked up the coffee cup and gave Sherlock a cup of coffee, but saw him bring a bowl of porridge to her. before.

He was flattered and said, "Thank you."

John who had nothing: "..." I always felt that my eyes hurt just now, I don't know why?

Sherlock took his seat and watched Connie sip the porridge, the coffee in her mouth was still the same as before.

The heat was dense, and he felt that the coffee seemed to be scalding his stomach.

Connie looked at Sherlock, whose face was blue and black: "Stayed up all night again?"

Sherlock nodded and continued drinking his coffee.

John was self-sufficient and brought porridge.

"Wow, your craftsmanship is really good." John admired.

Connie smiled: "Thank you, I can make some better ones for you when I get better."

John suddenly felt that his future life was brighter: "Did you also clean the house yesterday?"

Connie nodded: "Mom and Dad did a good job of tidying up the room. It seems that I have left a good habit for them before, but I think Sherlock will probably never be able to. Watson, thank you for your hard work." She joked, said to John.

John glanced at Sherlock and chuckled silently.

There seemed to be a throbbing pain in his stomach, Sherlock frowned slightly, and took another sip of coffee, but the cup in his hand was suddenly taken away.

Connie pushed the porridge over.

"stomachache?"

Sherlock still didn't speak.

"Finish." Connie lowered her face and stared at Sherlock.

It's not that there is no worry in her heart. Before meeting him, she thought a lot, even about his "confession" five years ago.

I have to say that that hug took away a lot of her anxiety.

He's changed, but he doesn't seem to have changed.

"Drink it, if I'm still your girlfriend." Connie directly changed the object to a girlfriend.

There was a clang, and that was the sound of John dropping his spoon.

For a moment, Sherlock really had to pick up the spoon and drink.

John was dumbfounded, and looked at Connie with the eyes of a giant.

"Are you his girlfriend?"

Connie looked at John's "excuseme? #%" gibberish expression, her shyness disappeared immediately, and she burst out laughing.

"Well...you have to ask Sherlock, after all, he made the confession, and he also made the relationship." She had a feeling that she wanted to tease this man.

Sure enough, the next moment the blond Teddy's expression of seeing a ghost and fucking a dog made her very satisfied.

#It seems to have gotten the unique charm of peanuts#

#I always feel that I understand why Sherlock likes John so much#

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Connie smiled contentedly: I finally understand why Sherlock likes peanuts so much!

Sherlock:? ? ? excuse me?

John: Girlfriend... Sherlock's personality actually has a girlfriend, and he seems to have a good personality and cooking skills... And he is still single... This unreasonable world!

Mrs. Hudson: My daughter is back from the dead!

Henry: My daughter is back from the dead!

Members of the Western District: The young master is back again hahahahaha

Mycroft: "Helen, help me buy a plane ticket to the Middle East and keep my whereabouts top secret...for almost a month ;-)"

ps: Hahahahaha, Brother Mai is going to suffer.