[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Follow me to the police station, someone left something for you." Lestrade's expression was very strange.

Sherlock looked at him with a strange expression on his face: "For me?"

Lestrade nodded.

Sherlock got up and changed into a suit, and called John and Connie directly when he went out.

John faltered: "Um... I'm going too?"

Sherlock stared at him: "Of course, I thought you were my recorder." After all, he only wrote about the case not long ago.

"Okay... if you want me to go." John took the coat, a little excited, even though he was entrusted with another duty.

Sherlock patted Connie on the head, motioning for her to follow.

The three got into the police car, Sherlock let Connie sit in the car, got in himself, then closed the door, and pointed to the passenger compartment to John who was coming.

"You sit in front."

John: "...Okay."

Lestrade sat in the cab, hesitating a bit: "Is Connie going too?"

Sherlock nodded: "She's with me."

Seeing this, Lestrade didn't say much, and started the car.

John sat in the quiet car, he couldn't hold back, and opened his mouth.

Lestrade: "I read your blog and it's pretty good."

John: "...oh, thanks, you like it?"

Lestrade nodded and looked at Sherlock in the rearview mirror.

"But, Sherlock, don't you really know that the earth revolves around the sun?" There was surprise in his eyes.

Sherlock: "Boring."

Connie's eyes were blank: "Blog? What blog? John, are you a freelance writer?"

John smiled shyly: "That's not true, I just thought the case handled by Sherlock was very novel, so I wrote it and shared it with everyone..."

John began to tell about the bloody brother's case, and Connie became more and more familiar with it, and finally heard John say the name he had chosen for that case with satisfaction.

"Astudyinpink."

"Pink clothes, pink suitcase, pink mobile phone, how about it, isn't this a good name?" John felt proud.

An idea flashed in Connie's mind: "In the end you shot that brother?"

God knows, she just asked subconsciously.

Because a case flashed through her mind.

And John's shocked gaze and Lestrade's surprised cry caused her to be at a loss.

Wait, did she say something wrong?

John looked at Sherlock, Sherlock looked at Connie, and then turned to Lestrade: "That's self-defense."

John looked at Sherlock in disbelief: "You also tell Connie about this bloody thing?"

Connie finally knew what was wrong.

Lestrade didn't seem to know about John shooting that brother.

And Sherlock never told her.

Connie smiled obsequiously and looked at Sherlock.

He nodded under his understanding gaze.

Sherlock looked back knowingly, as if he didn't blame her at all.

Connie breathed a sigh of relief, for Sherlock's wit and love.

#Thanks to my boyfriend for being generous and taking the blame#

When they arrived at the gate of the police station, several people got out of the car and entered the gate of the police station. Connie looked at the same police station and suddenly felt that things were different.

"I don't know how Jasmine is doing..." Before thinking about it, it seemed that Ke Kexili was going to leave, right?

Connie followed Sherlock and looked at the internal structure of the police station. It seemed that it had been renovated a lot, and the building had also undergone some changes.

However, there is still a strong Scotland Yard style, but I have to say that Connie still prefers the previous arrangement.

"Captain." Opening the door, someone greeted.

Men and women shuttled around the office, looking very lively.

Connie looked at the police station, which looked like a vegetable market, and stayed peacefully on Sherlock's left.

Lestrade opened the door of the meeting room, and four people walked in.There was a man and a woman inside who were discussing something at this moment. When they saw Lestrade go in, they stood up immediately.

"Anderson."

"Sally."

Lestrade said hello and closed the door.

"How?" he asked.

The white man named Anderson nodded: "It has been scanned by X-ray, and there is no bomb."

The black woman named Sally looked at Sherlock as if she was watching a show, and that mocking gaze obviously made Connie very uncomfortable.

"It was the bombing that destroyed everything in the house except this safe."

Sherlock glanced at it: "You didn't open it?" He was holding the white envelope with Sherlock's name written on it.

Sherlock put the bag under the light and looked at it carefully.

"Bohemian paper. Good," he whispered.

Connie looked at the paper bag, and suddenly froze for a moment, remembering a certain episode with countless bombings, it seemed that it was a game played by Moriarty and Sherlock?

Then, the thing in this bag should be a mobile phone...

Use the mobile phone to give Sherlock clues and rescue the hostages who were tied up by explosives.

"There are no fingerprints. From my own point of view, it is written by a woman. It is obvious." He judged, and John was dumbfounded: "Obvious?"

Connie didn't listen to anything, she was now watching intently as Sherlock opened the letter with a knife and pulled out a pink mobile phone.

Yes, that's right, the bombing!

Connie trembled all over, not sure why, her mind was in a mess, remembering the last time she woke up...

Connie turned to John suddenly, took his hand and whispered in his ear.

"John, the month before I appeared, was it when you were working on the pink case?" At that time, it happened to be the day she woke up.

John made some calculations and nodded: "It's about the same. It happened to be the appearance of Sherlock when I first met..." Thinking of the first acquaintance of the two, and now, John sighed that time is really a grinding thing.

Connie suddenly felt cold all over.

When John and Sherlock first met, she awoke from a five-year slumber.

How long can she live then?

Why did he die five years ago?

Connie only felt that she was caught in a huge mystery. She had never felt this kind of feeling of life being manipulated deeply, and this feeling made her afraid and afraid.

When did the drama end?

Will she die again?

Connie clutched the hem of her coat.

The phone rang five times, Sherlock narrowed his eyes, and caught sight of Connie's mutant character out of the corner of his eye.

After staring at her for two seconds, he turned his gaze back to the picture on his phone.

It was a shabby room.

A basement in 221.

"Pink phone." John called out in surprise.

"What, the one from the pink study?" Anderson asked.

Just as John was about to nod, he suddenly realized: "You watch it too?"

Anderson nodded: "We all read it, it's well written."

John smiled politely.

But Sally suddenly asked mockingly: "Freak, don't you really know that the earth revolves around the sun?"

Connie was upset, she looked up and saw Sally asking Sherlock, the mockery and disgust in her eyes were very obvious.

"Speak politely, the Negro lady."

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Sally looked angrily at Connie who suddenly attacked her, and her face darkened: "Miss Black? Didn't your parents tell you not to be racist?"

Connie smiled, but the smile was a bit cold: "I don't understand what you're talking about, your complexion is black, I call you Miss Black, I'm just telling the truth, I'm not lying, I'm not exaggerating, let alone saying that you What bad words, does the black lady care about her skin color?"

Sara was taken aback for a moment, and then became angry, but she didn't know how to respond to Connie's words.

With an ugly expression on his face, Anderson couldn't help but reply, "Where did you come from, this is not a place for you to mess around casually."

Connie watched him protecting Sally, and saw a faint imprint on his right index finger, and a picture of a little girl on his desk. She moved her nose and suddenly laughed: "Of course the police station It's not a place for nonsense, so Lestrade, I would like to ask, when will Scotland Yard tolerate employees who cheat within marriage?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

John remembered what Sherlock said to the two when he first arrived at the scene of the crime, and an incredible guess suddenly appeared in his head.

After all, it was impossible for Sherlock to tell Connie about this kind of thing... So Connie reasoned it out by herself?

"Don't talk nonsense." Sally stared at Connie in embarrassment.

Connie suddenly said, "Otherwise, can you explain why this Mr. Anderson smells of your perfume? Do you share a bottle of perfume? It's too economical. The London Police Department is so loved by colleagues?"

She stepped forward and reached into Anderson's collar pocket for a curl.

Tsk tut twice: "Although Mr. Anderson may have been preparing for divorce recently, you are still husband and wife legally, and you and your wife have a daughter. Even if you are in a hurry, you have to bear with it."

She finished speaking in one breath, and what she said almost made Anderson jump up.

John took a deep breath: "How did you push him to have a daughter?"

Connie said nonsense: "There are obvious folds on one side of his cuffs, and his shoulders are high and low. It is obviously a habitual posture formed by holding his daughter for many years. You must love your daughter very much. If it is a boy, it should not be like this."

Connie met Sherlock's eyes and smiled.

Hu Zou, someone really believed it.

Anderson looked at Connie in amazement.

Connie turned her head and looked at Sally who was glaring at her: "Don't let me hear another bad word about Sherlock from your mouth. If you continue to be so arrogant, I promise that all colleagues in the police station will know about you in the future. A black mistress in someone else's family."

Connie spoke loudly, but Sally couldn't refute.

John, on the other hand, was confused and reacted with a jolt.

"Could it be that you are suddenly so fierce because of Sally's freak!?"

Sally looked at Connie with a smile and said, "I mean a freak? Everyone calls him that. He is a freak. Why, what is your relationship with him? Help him talk like this?"

Connie's eyes sank, she looked at Sherlock, who didn't care at all, and said in a muffled voice: "Whoever calls you a freak in the future, expose their old background, severely humiliate them, and don't show mercy!"

Sherlock pursed his lips, pinched her puffy little face, nodded, with eyes full of doting: "Okay."

John, who was forcibly stuffed with several handfuls of rations: "..."

Lestrade: "..." The newly divorced bachelor can't afford to be hurt.

Anderson was surprised: "You!?"

Sally couldn't believe it, this freak actually had a girlfriend?

But looking at Connie's slender figure, she sneered, "As expected, Sherlock has such a strange taste."

Connie softly followed Sherlock, feeling a little dizzy after standing for a long time, and stuffed a candy into her mouth.

Seeing this, Sherlock immediately reached out to pick her up and put her on the table, rubbing the top of her head.

Connie sat obediently when the phone rang.

Sherlock glanced at the phone screen, then looked at Sally in a blink of an eye: "Before mocking other people's taste, maybe you should reflect on yourself first, why did you find three boyfriends, either taking drugs or gambling? Maybe it's because you Not good character?"

"...perhaps more than three," he added.

Sally's face darkened instantly.

Sherlock clicked on the phone, and there was a voice reading a message from inside.

With a dark face, Sally stepped out of the office, and Anderson followed out with an embarrassing expression.

John dared to breathe a sigh of relief and wanted to ask, but was frightened by the voice on the phone.