[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Accompanied by the crisp sound, Connie let out a scream, her small face wrinkled tightly.

"..." Spitting out half of the tooth that fell out of her mouth, Connie looked at Sherlock in horror.

"???"

"..." He obviously responded silently.

"Sherlock..." You already knew that, right?

Connie accuses Sherlock silently, with obvious sadness in her eyes.

He folded his arms clearly, sat on the chair, reached out and pushed the steak away.

"told you." With a face that told you earlier, you didn't listen.

Connie looked at the extremely good-looking steak with nothing to love, even the aroma made people twitch, but this taste...

No, she can't taste it.

So I don't know if it tastes good - because she can't bite the meat at all!

#生无可爱脸#

#I feel like I made an appointment with my future mother-in-law to cook too quickly#

Connie looked at Sherlock with mournful eyes, the reminder was so unclear, she still foolishly thought that Sherlock had a rebellious mentality...

#It’s all the fault of naivety#

Looking at the silent servants around, Connie put down the steak and took a sip of the juice: "Then what are we going to do now?"

Sherlock looked up: "Go back." He got up.

Connie: "??"

Sherlock: "Perhaps you want to destroy this steak first?"

Connie's head shook like a rattle.

"Very well, let's go." He got up and walked out the door. Connie looked at the steak on the table, thought of Alexander acting in a play, and hadn't had dinner yet, and there was a subtle sympathy for her.

"Come on, Connie." Sherlock's voice came from the front door, and Connie said goodbye and trotted out.

Panting heavily to the door, Connie got into the car.

Sherlock frowned and looked at her bloodless face, reaching out and pinching her cheek.

Connie: "?"

"Mycroft sent back a lot of supplements from abroad, remember to eat them when I go back."

Connie: "Huh?"

Connie: "Oh."

It's really rare for McCoff to feel sorry for her. Could it be that he is too guilty?

At the door of the house, Connie looked at the box that was taller than her, and the corner of her mouth twitched. Is this going to make her overdo it and bleed to death?

Sherlock picked up the box and walked through the door.

Connie was extremely curious: "So many, are they all bought by McCoff?"

Sherlock snorted, "Helen."

Connie understood immediately.

Speaking of which, with the time she was in a coma, Helen has also known each other for five or six years. I think the two of them discussed the taste of cookies together at the beginning, but now they have become McCoff's right-hand men...

"She was."

Sherlock replied, and Connie realized that she had said it without knowing it.

Still wanting to say something, Sherlock opened the box.

"Cod liver oil." Connie received a bottle of health supplements.

"protein powder."

"Vitamins."

"Grape seeds."

"Sleep Improvement Tablets."

"Spirulina."

"Dha calcium tablets."

……

Connie: "..."

"Is this for me to eat?"

Sherlock took out another box of collagen powder.

"These are not in conflict. Eat for a month first." He looked at Connie's arm, which was thinner than his wrist.

Connie nodded: "I will eat well!"

Sherlock nodded, and threw the box aside. Connie peeked at it, and there were many things in it that she couldn't even understand the names of...

Holding a pile of bottles, Connie staggered back to the room.

Upstairs, Sherlock stared at the fire in the fireplace in a daze, while Mycroft, who was far away in Central Africa, received a thank you letter from Connie.

"Thank you for your supplements, Mycroft. Although you lied to Sherlock and my parents about me, I still thank you for not giving up on me." Connie thought about it, and let go of her feelings for McCoff Some mind, after all he saved himself, that's right.

Of course, as for what Sherlock will do to Mycroft when he comes back, and what Mrs. Hudson and Henry will do to him, that's none of her business :-).

#Witty as this baby is about to go to bed and sleep#

That night, Connie slept very soundly.

#Probably due to sleep improvement tablets#

In the dream, she was surrounded by Sherlock with deep-sea fish oil capsules taller than human beings. If she wanted to be free, she had to drink all the fish oil... This caused Connie to wake up the next day, Terrified by the cod liver oil on the head of the bed, she rolled onto the floor.

The sun has risen to three poles.

After washing her face, Connie put on her clothes and left the room. There were fresh ribs on the table, and there seemed to be movement in the kitchen.

Connie moved her ears and walked over: "John?"

She opened the door of the kitchen, saw two figures of a man and a woman, and was stunned.

The two turned their heads, the smiles on their faces were as frozen as when they saw Connie.

"Connie?" cried Mrs. Hudson in disbelief.

Henry was also surprised, and turned his head to look at Mrs. Hudson. Tears flashed in their eyes.

Connie felt like she was going to cry.

"Darling, could it be that I miss her so much that I see hallucinations again?"

Henry shook his head: "I seem to have seen it too."

The two looked at each other and closed their eyes.

Connie: "..."

Opening her eyes again, Connie was still standing there.

"No, it seems to have grown up a bit..." Henry compared Connie's stature and said to Mrs. Hudson.

The two looked at each other and rushed forward.

"Oh, my God, it's warm!" Mrs. Hudson touched Connie's face lightly.

Connie: "...I am a human being."

Mrs. Hudson: "Henry! She's talking."

Henry suddenly realized what was wrong: "You are Connie?"

Connie nodded, not knowing whether to cry or laugh: "Yes, Dad, I am Connie."

"Connie, who will cook braised pork for you."

The two looked at Connie in shock. Mrs. Hudson hugged Connie gently, felt the warmth in her hands, and cried in disbelief: "What the hell is going on?"

Connie smiled bitterly: "I couldn't explain it clearly for a while, but I just became a vegetable all the time, and then Mycroft brought me back to life."

Henry frowned: "But we were clearly there and saw that you were not breathing."

Connie: "...Maybe you have to ask Mycroft about this..." After all, she herself didn't know what was going on.

Henry narrowed his eyes dangerously. Obviously, like Sherlock, he has already blacklisted McCoff: "Sure enough, you are too idle, and you even lied to us..."

The anniversary of Connie's death every year.

All these people will come together.

Henry thought of the past few years, and suddenly wanted to kill Mycroft.

#Don't forget that I was once the boss of the West District! #

Connie smiled and saw the blisters on the induction cooker: "What is that?"

Mrs. Hudson turned her head and led Connie into the kitchen: "I'm making pork rib soup, my dear, as long as I come back, just come back... Well, my skills have improved in the past few years. Make soup for you to drink."

Mrs. Hudson was a little incoherent.

Connie grabbed her hand and smiled lovingly: "Okay, thank you mom."

Mrs. Hudson couldn't help crying again, Connie wiped her tears away in a panic, and changed the subject.

"When I came back, I heard that you went on a trip. Why did you come back so soon? There is no news."

Mrs. Hudson smiled: "Sherlock sent a text message. We thought we needed help with something, but..." She still had Sherlock's reliable expression.

Connie smiled: "Then you guys make soup first, I'll go find Sherlock."

After she finished speaking, she ran out of the kitchen. Mrs. Hudson was taken aback when she looked at the empty kitchen.

"Just leave like this?"

Henry patted her on the shoulder and placed a light kiss on her forehead.

"Honey, I think even though she is asleep, these five years are not static for Connie, she has grown up..."

Mrs. Hudson leaned on Henry's shoulder depressedly: "So what if she grows up, she's still a child."

#For the matter that the daughter ran away after hearing Sherlock's name#

#As a mother, Mrs. Hudson expresses that she can’t accept it#

#My daughter should now have a happy discussion with her about cooking soup#

Seeing this, Henry said: "Honey, the water is boiling, throw the ribs in."

Mrs. Hudson came back to her senses, clenched her fist and said, "I'm going to make a big lunch for Connie, she looks too thin."

Fighting high.

Henry paused, smiled and nodded.

#Using an induction cooker to make soup#

#Or he just knows it#

#Otherwise it will be a kind of harm to my wife and daughter#

Connie went up to the second floor, opened the door, and saw Sherlock leaning on the sofa, wearing a blue nightgown and pajamas, curled up on the sofa, as if he was about to get moldy.

"Where's John?" Scanning the room, Connie didn't see John.

"Sarah." He said flatly.

Connie exclaimed, "He's living with Sarah!?"

There was a stumbling sound at the door, and Connie looked over, just in time to see John with a "whatthefuck" expression on his face.

"What? I'm living with Sarah?"

The author has something to say: here is the update on the 3rd of this week, and there are two more updates today, Friday and Sunday.

Because G20 is on holiday, I worked overtime on the previous Sunday without a break, making the babies wait hard, so sorry, sorry! ~