[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

John's surprised voice sounded at the door.

Connie looked at him, his hair was messed up, his clothes were not neatly dressed, and he was pinching his neck and turning left and right.

It seems to be very tired.

Connie: "..."

Sherlock: "zzzz..."

John: "???"

It was only then that Connie remembered that John was dating Sarah last night: "Did you sleep at Sarah's house yesterday?" Her eyes were shining brightly, as if John would say yes, and she would jump up for joy the next second.

John paused, then nodded shyly: "It's sort of."

Sherlock suddenly sneered: "If the sofa counts."

John was embarrassed for a moment.

Connie looked at the two and smiled, "Sherlock, even if you're jealous, you should wish your friend a girlfriend. After all, it's a good thing."

Sherlock snorted and said nothing.

Connie doesn't quite understand why Sherlock doesn't seem to like Sarah?

But with John present, she couldn't ask the question outright.

But John, obviously not paying attention to these.

"What did you say? Jealousy?" John was dumbfounded by Connie's words. Is the word jealous...used like this?

Connie nodded knowingly: "Yes, jealous."

John looked confused.

Connie laughed loudly: "It's okay to be jealous of your friends, John, don't be so frightened."

#frightened#

John gave up hope for Connie's diction skills, and looked back at Sherlock, who seemed to agree with her very much, and felt extremely tired immediately.

Why are you being shown affection even if you have a girlfriend?

How did Sherlock get this bad habit?

"But don't you go to work today? It's already nine o'clock." Connie looked at the time.

John pressed his forehead: "Today is a day off, I'm going to take a shower first."

After walking a few steps outside, he stuck his head in again: "Is there anything to eat at home?"

Connie shook her head: "But Mrs. Hudson is making soup, or I will have a bowl of noodles later. I haven't eaten it yet, and Sherlock probably hasn't eaten it either."

John nodded: "Mrs. Hudson? Wow, I've never had her soup, so thank you Connie. seeyou."

He waved and went upstairs with a relaxed expression.

Connie smiled and turned her head, but Sherlock was still curled up on the sofa.

"What are you doing lying on the sofa? Is it boring?" The case has just ended, so Sherlock is not going to be bored, and usually he can last a few days before he can't bear the loneliness.

She walked over and suddenly remembered her purpose for coming up.

"Sherlock, thank you." She said unaccustomed to Sherlock's back.

But he turned around and stared at her with clear eyes.

Connie was a little embarrassed by this earnestly sensational atmosphere.

So, she gave a dry laugh: "It's...the thing about you calling mom and dad back...and... well, it's everything anyway, thank you." What should I thank, I smiled awkwardly.

Sherlock was still looking straight at her.

Connie coughed and got up: "Um, do you want coffee? I'll make it right away."

"No need." He said.

"Um...don't?" Connie froze for a moment, looking at Sherlock.

No coffee?

"Okay/Okay..." She stammered, "Then I'm going down."

She turned around and walked towards the door, preparing to give him enough personal time in a daze.

His wrist was grabbed, and his eyes turned in an instant.

"Ah." Connie exclaimed in a low voice, shaking her head, she felt her whole body fall on a hard rock, grunted, and looked up to see a pair of flaxen green pupils.

"..."

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Connie lay on the sofa, with half of her body leaning on Sherlock, twisting a little unaccustomed.The neck rested on Sherlock's arm, and one hand was still holding him, as if the whole person was embedded in his arms.

"... Sherlock?"

He didn't speak, closed his eyes, and curled up slightly.

Connie glanced down, and then looked at the faint blackness under his eyes, and let go of all the inexplicable things.

With her left hand clasped behind her back, Connie was forced to turn to Sherlock's front. At this time, his curly hair was fluttering slightly, and his breathing was shallow but very regular.

Is this asleep?

Connie was speechless, she softened her body, leaned into his arms, stared at him for a while, and her eyelids started to fight.

God...she just woke up...

Connie muttered and slowly closed her eyes.

During the steady breathing, the breath of the two slowly blended together, forming the same frequency.

When John got out of the shower, it was already 10 minutes later, and he took 10 minutes more than usual, just to use hot water to soothe the soreness of his sofa after sleeping all night.

"Sherlock?" He walked into the wide open door, and saw Sherlock with his back to the door, lying there as if asleep, motionless.

He didn't make a sound, and tried to go over to confirm with light steps, but before taking two steps, he saw another color.

and another person.

I saw Connie and Sherlock holding hands, cuddling together, entangled in body postures, looking intimate and romantic at the same time.

John: "..." He just took a shower, what happened in this world?

Sighing plaintively, John withdrew from the door, which he kindly closed behind him.

"This is the difference. Sherlock Holmes, sleeping on the sofa can still have a beautiful woman to accompany him. But if it were me, I would only be able to sleep alone on the small sofa." Sad.

"Sherlock? Connie?" Mrs. Hudson, who was making breakfast downstairs, came up and shouted

John was shocked and rushed down.

"Mrs. Hudson, you made breakfast? Oh! It's so delicious." He complimented, but he couldn't smell anything.

When Mrs. Hudson heard this, she laughed like a flower.

"Oh, you are too sweet, child... I made porridge, sandwiches, and soup, you can try it." She smiled and hugged John, and was about to go upstairs.

John couldn't stop it, so he could only cover his eyes and wait for the mother to explode later.

However, what he was waiting for was not Mrs. Hudson's screams, but a loud explosion, and a Mrs. Hudson who staggered and fell down before reaching the second floor.

"Oh my God, Mrs. Hudson!" John screamed and wanted to charge forward, but Henry obviously caught Mrs. Hudson better, and a firm princess hug solved everything.

"Oh, dear, thank you." Mrs. Hudson kissed Henry.

Henry smiled kindly: "It's nothing, this is what I should do." After saying that, he placed a soft kiss on Mrs. Hudson's forehead.

John: "..."

# He wants to leave this place of right and wrong! #

"By the way... has no one paid attention to the explosion?"

As soon as the two heard this, they rushed upstairs one after another. At this time, the room was in a mess, and there were many broken stones. The window was broken, and what appeared was a big pit on the opposite side.

At this time, Sherlock and Connie stood together, his exposed skin seemed to have suffered some minor injuries due to the impact of the explosion.

John: "Sherlock, are you all right?"

Mrs. Hudson had rushed up and hugged Connie.

Connie shook her head: "I'm fine, it's Sherlock who was hit by a rock because he was protecting me."

Looking at the two-story bombed-out building from the window, she suddenly felt a little familiar, but she couldn't remember where this familiar feeling came from.

Frowning and thinking hard, Sherlock patted his head lightly.

Connie: "??"

"Go down and have breakfast." He said in a low voice, there was not much excitement in his expression, but there was a sense of displeasure.

Connie nodded blankly, looked at Sherlock's face, and didn't ask any further questions. She always felt that asking questions at this time was not a good thing.

Connie obediently went downstairs.

The couple, who love their daughter eagerly, naturally followed, and the family of three enjoyed themselves happily.

Sherlock, who was staring at the window in thought, and John, who looked dull.

After the explosion, it was just "go down for breakfast?"

What's wrong with this world?

Connie quickly finished a bowl of porridge, and then came up with a medicine box and porridge.

Sherlock took a shower and happened to be wearing only a towel. Connie wanted to be shy at first, but when she saw the wound on her back, her face suddenly changed.

John was still thinking about the house across the way.

"The police are here." Standing by the window, John said.

Connie sat down on the sofa with porridge, waved to Sherlock, and motioned for him to come over. After he sat down, she took the porridge and put it in his hand, and at the same time applied medicine to bandage his wound.

Fortunately there were no serious injuries.

After Connie applied the medicine, the slightly larger wound was covered with a bandage, and the small wound was treated with a Bondi.

Looking back at Sherlock, he drank the porridge one bite at a time: "Isn't it delicious?"

"Yeah." He nodded, his face was expressionless, but there was obvious disgust in his eyes.

Connie smiled: "I did this."

Sherlock paused, then shook his head: "It's a lie."

Connie: "..." Well, she forgot this person's strength.

John couldn't take it anymore.

"By the way, do you all care about the explosion?"

Connie looked back at him with a smile: "John hasn't eaten breakfast yet, there are still many downstairs, go and eat, the last thing you can do is to be hungry in the morning."

John: "..."

His stomach growled, and he touched his head: "Well, breakfast is still very important."

John went downstairs, and after a while, there was a sound of kicking and kicking. Connie put away the medicine box, just in time to see Lestrade coming up from the stairs, his face was full of anxiety at this time.

When he saw Connie, he was obviously taken aback.

"Are you all okay?"

Connie nodded: "It's okay. Sherlock was slightly injured."

Sherlock sat on the sofa wrapped in a towel and looked at Lestrade impatiently: "What do you want from me?"

The author has something to say: here is the second update, okay?