[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

During the month of knowing Sherlock, John felt that he was already better than the average person, no, it should be that everyone knew about Sherlock.

Even though they have only known each other for a month.

They have worked together on countless cases, and they are together almost every day, except for the occasional break, because Sherlock does not rest or eat when working on a case, so he is often forced to eat well Can't get enough sleep... In short, the point is that he feels that he has almost understood the personality of this colleague and partner.

Willful, undisciplined, smart to death, addicted to bizarre cases like drugs—here, when he found out that this i-genius, who was sacred in his heart like a saint, was once addicted to drugs, don't mention how surprised he was .

He is so good that even smart people can't hold a candle to him, but he took drugs because he was too bored, in order to split another soul to talk to himself?

John has made a lot of assumptions and finds it unbelievable. Maybe this is not what he can understand. After all, a person like Sherlock is too lonely-from his withdrawn appearance, and because of his poisonous tongue, he seems to have nothing to do. friend.

but.

but.

All cognition was wiped out in one breakfast.

A person who is so self-willed that he can not eat for a week actually drank that bowl of porridge in a single sentence from a little girl—it is not just a small problem of a bowl of porridge.

It was still a bowl of porridge that others drank.

At this moment, John felt that the depth of his thinking on the problem had consciously deepened.

When Sherlock first acted together, he said that he had become a partner with his career. He still remembers sitting in the restaurant waiting for the criminals to come, and the owner of the restaurant regarded them as lovers. Locke didn't mind at all, which made him tangled in embarrassment. As a result, the kid thought he was interested in him, and explained very solemnly that he was just not interested in the relationship, which made him feel emotional for a while.

Does being too smart also incapacitate people from wanting to fall in love?

In Sherlock's eyes, falling in love seems to be a very stupid thing, even though he didn't say it himself.

So in the end, the reason for everything is just because this genius once missed his love, so his heart is ashamed?

Thinking about it this way, John felt that something was wrong.

But thinking about it again, Sherlock is also human, even if he is extremely smart, even if he has a high-functioning antisocial personality, it is not impossible for him to fall in love... Looking at Connie's immature face, John drank a half Full, suddenly a flash of inspiration.

"Connie, how old are you?" You're not underage, are you?

Connie was stunned, and counted secretly in her heart: "Eighteen."

John looked at Sherlock with horror in his eyes.

five years ago!

Connie was a child then!

Sherlock... I didn't expect you to be such a Sherlock!

Connie didn't know why, Sherlock faced John with a condemning gaze, and gave him a cold look: "What are you thinking."

The contempt was strong in his tone.

John put down his spoon and smiled awkwardly.

"Well, it's good that you come back safely, but I'm curious, I remember Mrs. Hudson said, you died? Many years ago?" He wanted to change the subject, but Connie's eyes somehow made him feel a little rusty .

"What?" Connie looked at Sherlock.

She now knows what's wrong.

As if they all thought she was dead?

Connie raised her eyebrows and looked at Sherlock: "Mycroft?"

Before Sherlock nodded, Connie was already convinced: "You don't know either?"

Sherlock looked a little sullen.

Connie paused, then smiled: "Very good."

John thought her smile was a little cold.

"I'll ask Helen and ask her to make an appointment for dinner."

Sherlock sneered: "He left the country the day he sent you back."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence, still in a strong tone of disdain: "He even made four different plane transfers on purpose."

It seems that I am really guilty to a certain extent.Connie thought.

Sighing, Connie put down the spoon, feeling sleepy again, and her eyelids kept fighting.

John wanted to ask something, so he watched Sherlock get up, gently picked up Connie, and put her in the bedroom.

gently.

He actually saw such a feeling from Sherlock.

John felt that he really opened the door to a new world in an instant.

But the door didn't look like it would close for a while, so he had to try to get used to it.

"summer……"

"Shh..." He touched his lips and covered Connie with the thin blanket.

"Thank you..." Connie fell into a deep sleep after thanking her.

Sherlock frowned and exited the room when he saw her face that quickly fell asleep and her breathing that was so light that it was hard to detect.

"Then I'll go to work first, or else you should stay at home and rest today." John looked at his face and said.

Without Sherlock's response, John glanced at it and went out directly. He was about to be late...

#But this gossip is worth listening to#

On the way, John also texted and chatted with Lestrade, and it was obvious that this person had a great reaction.

[She died three years ago! ?Alive? ]

John looked at the text messages on his phone and frowned suspiciously.

Yeah, everyone thought Connie was dead, including her parents including Sherlock.

And the answer to all these seems to lie in "McCoff", the only man in the world who is smarter than Sherlock and works in a secret agency of the British government.

Sherlock Holmes' brother, Mycroft Holmes.

In front of the hospital, John put away his mobile phone, forget it, anyway, it seems that they are not prepared to let this matter go, and they will figure it out, so he just waits for the truth.

After Connie woke up, she slept for another hour.

But when she woke up, she didn't feel full of energy, perhaps only for a moment.

After changing her clothes, Connie sat in front of the window sill in a daze, a little numb, the melodious sound of a violin came from above her head, she raised her head and looked up

"Sherlock?" Have you stayed at home thinking about any case recently?

Connie smiled, made a cup of tea and served it, but when she opened the door, she saw books all over the floor.

The violin stopped abruptly, and Sherlock looked over.

Connie smiled apologetically, "Did I bother you?"

He shook his head, put down his violin and walked to those boxes of books.

Connie saw that he was paying attention: "Reading?"

After a while, he lowered his head: "Everyone holds a book, what is it?"

Connie was taken aback for a moment, unable to hear what he was muttering clearly, so she just picked out a random book, only to find that it was a map of London.

She smiled: "You still read the map of London, why, according to your habit, you should have memorized it long ago, right?"

She still remembers Sherlock's ability to run down the trail when chasing people, but many old drivers can't match it.

However, as soon as her words fell, his eyes shot over suddenly, with faint excitement and enlightenment.

All of a sudden, with a clap of hands, he held the photos he had studied all night and the book in Connie's hand, and everything became clear.

"Yes! Yes! That's it!"

Connie: "..." That's what it is.Did she accidentally say something wrong with Crow's mouth again?

"Oh! goodgirl!" When Sherlock took the book, he kissed Connie on the top of her head, then picked up the book and sat on the floor and began to flip through it, with a lot of materials lying around beside it.

Connie: "..."

Forget it, she'd better go down and think about what to have for dinner.

On this day, some people still did some things that ordinary people should do, such as John Watson.In my spare time, I also picked up my sister by the way and made an appointment for a date in the evening.

So when Connie sent a text message to ask him if there was anything he wanted to eat tonight, he refused very excitedly and asked Connie to save some for him with a hint of reluctance.

In addition, he booked two tickets with Sherlock's credit card.

Apparently, it wasn't a perfect date, as Sherlock popped up to intervene in what would have been a perfect date, and ended up getting beaten up by an acrobat, only to have his head saved by his new girlfriend.

Then they went home together.

When Connie opened the door, she saw three embarrassed people.

"Come in quickly." Connie smiled and welcomed people in. She knew exactly how the expressions on the faces of John and that girl came from. After following Sherlock to investigate the case, this expression is common. John seemed to have changed his mind. I'm used to it, but this girl seems a little uncomfortable.It's not hard to see the excitement on her face.

Perhaps, Connie thought, this girl was just right for John.

"This is?" Connie asked.

Sara gently held her hand: "Hi, I'm Sara. Er..."

Connie smiled: "It's John's date. Hello, I'm Connie." She made tea for the three of them, and heard Sarah's stomach gurgling.

"Today's dinner is too much, do you want some?" She blinked, "It tastes good."

John blushed, Sarah hurriedly thanked them, and Connie felt that they were a good match, and served the hot meal. Seeing the two of them eating face to face, the atmosphere seemed to be a little hot, so she silently retreated to the side.

"Here they come." Sherlock said suddenly.

Connie was taken aback: "What?"

"The Black Lotus Club." He said, and suddenly took out a jade hairpin from his pocket.

Connie felt that it was very similar to the ancient hosta: "What is this?"

"The smugglers came here by smuggling, I think it should be what they want." Sherlock threw the hairpin into the drawer and looked back at Connie: "Go back to the room now and call Lestrade... "

Connie didn't know what Sherlock was planning, but she still followed Sherlock's request, went back to her room and called Lestrade, and told Sherlock's instructions in detail. Of course, she was still caught by Lestrade I asked a lot.

Finally, it ends with "Ask your immediate boss and good friend".

Opening the door, Connie was about to go upstairs, but found that the clothes hanger by the door had fallen to the ground, and the door was also open.

She ran upstairs in a hurry, and saw Sarah who was shrinking aside: "What happened?"

"John and Sherlock were taken away, and I was hidden in the closet by John." She seemed to have just called the police.

Connie frowned and reassured her: "Don't be afraid, they will be fine." But she couldn't help worrying in her heart.

Half an hour later, the group of people were all captured.

Sherlock and John were also sent home by Lestrade.

Sarah looked at the wound on John's head and wept uncontrollably. Connie looked at the blood on Sherlock's face with a gloomy face, and closed the door silently.

Lestrade, who still wanted to say hello at the door: "..."

"Wow~" John whistled when he saw this. "Looks like you're in trouble, man."

His tone looked like he was watching a show, but Sara twisted the old waist head-on.

John: "..." He was wrong and shouldn't get carried away.

Lestrade laughed loudly: "Well, at least it seems that Connie Hao has never been angry? Finally, there is someone who can bear you. What if you get angry and leave, brother, someone here will give you advice."

Sherlock said suddenly: "It seems that a wife like you won't run away with someone."

The contempt is all over the place.

Lestrade: "..."

John: What did he just hear?wife! ?