[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Early the next morning.

The pink phone received the second message.

Accompanied by four beeps, a picture of a black car appeared on the phone.

and a phone call.

At that time, Sherlock was having breakfast, and he had to say that the speed of the murderer behind the scenes disappointed him a little.

"You're smart enough to guess Carl Powers. I never liked that kid, always laughed at people."

Sherlock turned on the speakerphone, and there was the sound of roaring cars coming from the other side of the screen.

"What is that sound?"

"That's the sound of life, Sherlock... this time, you only have six hours." The man's voice was trembling.

Connie bit the slice of bread and swallowed the fried egg in her mouth: "Street?"

The crisp voice came to the other end of the phone.

The man's voice paused, and then came over again.

"Who is that?"

Connie quickly shut her mouth and stared at the phone in horror.

Wait, the man behind the scenes should be Moriarty, do you recognize her?

"Connie... Hudson?" the male voice trembled, apparently reading what Moriarty had typed for him.

"Yes, I am." Connie answered, waiting for the reaction from the other side.

The phone was hung up suddenly.

All eyes immediately turned to Connie.

"Connie?" John was the first one who couldn't help it, because it seemed that Connie and the person behind the scenes knew each other? ?

Connie took a sip of the soup and looked at the other four people present.

Although Sherlock understands it, he doesn't agree with Connie's doing so.

And Connie was purely to verify whether it was Moriarty.

She looked at Sherlock, her eyes begging for help.

"Connie, is that..." At such a time, Mrs. Hudson was extremely sensitive. Obviously, she was still very impressed with Connie's kidnapping on Christmas.

Connie pursed her lips, those impressions flooded her mind uncontrollably.

"These gifts... Do you like them?"

Swallowing her saliva, Connie shook her body in fear. She might have been young at the time, and she didn't think about it at all. In fact, the reason she couldn't understand was the same as why Sherlock liked her.

But, look, after she died, didn't Moriarty still love and kill Sherlock.

"It's okay, I don't think he even remembers me." Putting down the tableware, Connie stood up and smiled softly, but the atmosphere was obviously not relaxed by her pretending to be relaxed.

"I think it's necessary to keep an eye on you, baby, you know, now that I think about it, the timing is too coincidental." Henry wrinkled his face, and his already wrinkled face looked even older.

Mrs. Hudson immediately agreed: "I think so too, you were young before, but now you are old..."

Sherlock glanced over and immediately shut Mrs. Hudson up.

John: "What's the situation? So what if Connie grows up? Isn't it more capable of protecting herself when she grows up? Could it be that the murderer behind the scenes has kidnapped Connie before?"

Connie, who knew what Mrs. Hudson was thinking but didn't know how to explain it to John: "..."

"Actually, it's not necessarily because of me...Mom, you think too much." It's just because the plot started.

Since the plot is still developing according to the previous track, it means that at least Moriarty's original intention is only Sherlock.

"We are made for each other." This was probably the deepest confession in his heart.

"I think Connie will be fine if she follows us, don't worry. Mycroft has already sent someone to protect us." John said, and the rest of the people looked at him.

Why didn't you say it earlier?

This meaning flashed in everyone's eyes.

John sighed: "It's the civil servant's case. Mycroft suspects that spies are involved, so it's likely to be a secret agent, so just in case, he sent a bodyguard to come, and he probably will come tonight .”

As soon as the words fell, the doorbell rang at the door.

After everyone paused, Mrs. Hudson got up and went to open the door, but was stopped by Henry again.

"I'll come, dear." The former boss of the West District, always vigilant at critical moments.

And Sherlock has already caught the curious Connie.

"It's Helen." He said softly.

Connie was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly laughed in surprise.

"Long time no see! Helen!" As soon as the door opened, Connie broke away from Sherlock's hand and ran towards the door.

Sherlock: "..."

John: "..."

The atmosphere is sweet and weird.

"Who is Helen?" John asked curiously, but Sherlock didn't answer him, and when he turned around, John himself was also surprised.

"It's you?" The pretty girl kept saying her pseudonym after asking her name.

"You are the one that Mycroft sent to protect me?" John looked at Helen in disbelief. He always thought she was just doing paperwork.

"To be precise, it is to protect Connie. As for you, Mr. Watson, I think you have other arrangements." Helen replied with a half-smile, and took Connie's hand into the bedroom.

Sherlock sneered: "This whole street is already a spy of Mycroft, including the vendor you bought fruit the afternoon before yesterday. Why, did you know?"

It was Sherlock's usual tone again, with contempt and sarcasm.

John looked at Connie who had disappeared before his eyes, and fell silent intelligently.

The little friend is now under the high pressure of dual human emotions of displeasure and jealousy, he should retreat obediently, and it is better not to go up to the gun.

but……

"Sherlock, less than six hours left." He looked at his watch.

Another person's life is at stake!

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and stood up.

"Go to the police. Call Lestrade and ask him to look up the number plate."

"Ian Mumford. This car was rented out by him not long ago. Here is his information." Lestrade took out a piece of information.

"Banker. From the city. Rented in cash. The car has been found now, but no one is in sight."

"Now go and have a look." The three of them walked out of the police station and headed for the place where the car appeared.

At the same time, Connie, who had been chatting with Helen for an hour, had already been aroused by Helen to eat sweets—because Helen was in charge of different sweets for McCoff’s three meals a day, so she always knew that each brand was different. Taste of dessert.

And Connie is craving dessert right now.

"I can ask someone to bring it over," Helen said.

Connie stopped her: "How about we go out together? By the way? The weather is nice today."

Helen hesitated for a moment.

Connie smiled: "It's okay, I'm not the murderer's target now, besides... Moriarty really wants to come after me, the first place is here." Knowing that Helen is McCoff's right-hand man, Connie was sure she knew as much as she did.

Helen was right when she thought about it. Although the boss was worried about Moriarty and sent her here, there was really no movement so far. In addition, that person is currently playing games with Sherlock, so he probably wouldn't have noticed this side.

So he nodded: "Then go to another street, there are the most delicious donuts over there, you should like it."

When the two girls talked about desserts, Helen, a special person who could only rely on text messages to maintain a relationship with Ana and relatives, became a little excited.

The two went out while talking. Of course, just in case, when she went out, she asked two people to follow her at a distance.

"chocolate glory!" The donuts were sold out, but Helen had her favorite.

Connie looked at the gorgeous dessert. The golden mousse ice cream ball was poured with freshly made hot chocolate. It was so beautiful that Connie didn't want to drop a spoon.

"Try." Helen, who was sitting in the corner, finished taking the photo, and eagerly dug out a spoonful, stuffing it into her mouth contentedly.

Connie saw the blueberries and jelly inside, and couldn't help but dig a spoonful too.

"Delicious!" exclaimed, Connie looked at Helen excitedly, her eyes sparkling.

"This is boss's top three dessert list." As she spoke, she took her mobile phone and couldn't wait to send photos to McCoff.

Connie glanced at it, but she didn't know what kind of phone Helen was using, and the pixel height was surprising.

"What kind of phone is this? Why is there no sign?" She asked curiously.

"It's specially made by the National Intelligence Agency. It can be used for long-distance shooting. You know, our work needs to be monitored all the time." Helen shook the phone in her hand, and McCaw received the message within two seconds after it was sent. Husband text message reply.

We all know how much McCoff hates texting and never texts as long as he can make a phone call.

Helen looked proudly between the lines, and her boss stuffed another mouthful with resentment on her face.

Connie rolled her eyes, "Why don't we go to a few more stores? You can take this opportunity to distribute more delicious food to McCoff?"

Helen was very satisfied, but she didn't refuse after thinking about it.

"Let's make it quick." Connie clenched her fist and sent a picture she took to Sherlock.

At the scene of the crime, Sherlock, who had finished negotiating with Ian's wife, received a text message from Connie.

Clicking on the picture, John happened to lean over to take a look, and saw the delicious dessert in the picture.

[Sherlock!Helen and I went out to visit the dessert shop!Do you want to eat?I'll bring it to you, Mycroft pays the bill!We eat poor him (☆_☆). ]

John: "..."

Sherlock raised his lips, typed a few words quickly with his fingers and sent them out.

John sharpened his eyes this time and saw it.

[As you wish, bring two more copies for Mrs. Hudson and Henry. ]

John: "..."

"Ding Dong"

This time, John knew the answer without looking at him.

"Sherlock." He coughed.

Sherlock looked at him: "What?"

John looked at him: "Connie brought you dessert? It's so sweet hahaha..."

Sherlock looked back: "I know."

John: "..."

Sherlock: "You can also ask Sarah to bring it for you."

#John Watson received a critical hit of [-] points#

John felt he should hold on a little longer.

"She's busy... ahem, of course, I mean I like dessert too." How embarrassing!But this is straightforward enough!

Sherlock froze for a moment, looked at John for a while, then nodded suddenly: "Not a bad hobby."

John: "..."

#Where is Sherlock Holmes who said that food is garbage clogging up his entire brain? #

The author has something to say: This is yesterday, happy reading, okay! ~