[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Dream suddenly.

Connie dreamed that she was a floating tea egg, and when she was about to bite herself hard, a sudden pain hit her.

She woke up.

It was really bitten awake by myself.

Standing up and looking at the marks on her hands, Connie breathed a sigh of relief, and licked the drool that was about to flow from the corners of her mouth under the dim light.

No prospects.

Connie scolded herself secretly in her heart, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

A pair of men's slippers rest on a soft blanket on a wooden plank.

This is Sherlock's room.

Connie was stunned, and stared blankly at the surrounding decorations... What's going on, how did she come to Sherlock's room?Still sleeping in his bed?

The memory slowly came back, staying on that glass of cocktail.

Connie let out a low howl.

She really, just like that, poured a glass?

Can't believe it.

#This is definitely a shocking conspiracy#

The girl refuses to recognize her true drinking capacity.

Stepping on large men's slippers, Connie opened the bedroom door.

On the sofa, Mycroft and John were embracing each other, sleeping in each other's arms on the sofa that could barely seat three people.

"..."

excuseme?

Connie paused.

After a while, I took two steps back consciously, picked up the phone on the bedside table and took a full-body photo and a close-up photo.

"Sherlock's mobile phone has different pixels..." Connie underestimated, took the mobile phone in her hand, and walked down the stairs.

There was no one on the first floor.

With the light turned on, Connie saw the sticker on the refrigerator.

After numbly reading the note left by Mrs. Hudson, Connie numbly accepted the news that her parents were abducted to Sweden by her boyfriend's parents.

By the way, why Sweden?

This is really an unsolvable mystery.

Are you going to buy a watch?

"That's Switzerland, not Sweden. I think your geography needs to be improved." There was a soft hum from behind, Connie turned her head, and saw Sherlock in a coat, who had opened the door and walked in at some point .

Connie paused, shamefully making no rebuttal.

Why did she say it just now! ! !

"You've said it. You know it's a waste of time thinking." His tone sounded punchy and arrogant.

Also with a touch of joy.

Connie pursed her lips: "Are they all gone?"

Sherlock nodded: "Of course, it's already three o'clock in the morning."

Connie lights up the phone, and the page is showing 3:23.

She nodded, then looked suspiciously at Sherlock.

There was a sense of wet water on his curly hair, and there was a word all over his body, cold.

"Where have you been?" she asked.

Sherlock said lightly: "Seeing off the guests."

Connie suddenly became excited: "Mo... Mo..."

"Kim Moriarty." He said, his eyes resting on Connie's face, and he moved slightly.

"You don't have to be so afraid of him at all." Wang Zhibaqi carried a mysterious confidence.

Connie fell silent.

It seems that this man did indeed do Moriarty in the end...

"What are you thinking?" The strange voice twisted around.

Connie woke up and shook her head: "It's okay, let's rest, it's late."

Sherlock walked over with a look of chatter than nothing: "Okay. It's really boring recently."

Connie watched helplessly as he hugged her horizontally, without speaking in silence.

They all confronted Moriarty head-on and said they were boring.

It's not about going to heaven or doing things.

Connie's eyelashes moved as Sherlock's hands covered her glasses.

"..." I didn't know what to say.

Suddenly there was a burst of warmth behind him.

The hand in front of her was released, and Connie raised her head, just touching his pointed chin.

"..." Is this using her as a human crutch?

Looking at the hands covering her waist, Connie felt a little bump in her heart, and she reacted again.

What is Sherlock going to do?

A sense of crisis came to mind.

"What's the matter?" She asked, wanting to turn around to look at someone, but she was turned over by a hand.

Sherlock clamped Connie's chin with two fingers, and relaxed his fingers. The touch in his hand made him squint his eyes.

"Go to sleep, don't you want to rest?"

Connie nodded blankly, just as she realized something was wrong, her waist tightened, and she was hugged up.

"???"

Sherlock has shown tenderness many times today?

sick?

"Yes, I have a disease called love."

Sherlock...Of course it is impossible to say such a sickly thing.

But this kind of brain supplement suddenly appeared in Connie's mind, and with Sherlock's face paralyzed a short distance away, Connie suddenly felt a kind of malice from the world.

No, the style of painting must be serious.

Sherlock seemed to realize something, turned his head, and cast a cool glance at Connie.

Connie put the mobile phone in Sherlock's pocket and wrapped her arms around Sherlock's neck.

For a moment, I didn't seem to know what to say.

After a few steps, the two entered the room.

But Connie felt that these few steps of stairs were farther away than the way she went to the street to buy vegetables in winter.

"..."

"..."

"One more drink..." Mycroft suddenly muttered.

"Sarah...why..." This was John who was still hurt by love.

"..."

"..."

The person next to him seemed to have a slight air of disdain?

Connie moved her nose, watching Sherlock walk to the door intently, and was about to reach out to push the door open, when a chuckle came from behind.

"Yo... our younger brother, is he finally going to have a spring dinner with the beauty?"

"..."

In the silence, Connie turned her head, and tremblingly saw Mycroft, who was slumped on the sofa, looking at the two of them with a fascinated expression.

The male friend next to him didn't move.

But Connie just knew.

The big brother is going to suffer.

"This is to make trouble..." Connie snorted, and said os in her heart.

Sherlock pushed open the door without changing his expression, and put Connie on the bed.

"Sleep well." Facing the look of his little girlfriend poking her head, Sherlock reached out and touched her forehead, and said in a low voice.

Connie nodded, looking at the light shining through Sherlock's curly hair, she suddenly laughed.

"Okay." She smiled sweetly, her cheekbones raised unconsciously, the corners of her mouth raised, she bit her lip, and hid in the bed.

Showing a pair of clear eyes, with a little bit of sweetness.

It was only a moment before it was covered up again by the laziness in her eyes.

"Good night," she said softly.

Like a feather swept over his heart.

"Good night." He said, looking at Connie's smug eyes, and suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched.

Connie stared blankly.

He lowered his head and touched her forehead lightly.

Turn off the light and go out the door.

silent.

There was a moment of silence.

"Boom".

There was a sound of kicking the quilt in the air.

A shadow flashed in the darkness, Connie sat up quickly, pulled the quilt back into the bed again, but this time, the whole person shrank into the bed.

However, this can't change the fact that her face is as red as a monkey's ass.

Pale complexion and weak constitution can't change her current "blushing bug".

"Oh mo oh mo, I'm really crazy..." She muttered, and there was a sudden movement outside the door.

She fell silent immediately, and froze to listen to the movement outside.

It was still silent.

It seemed that the movement just now was just her illusion.

After a pause, Connie raised half of her head, lay quietly on the pillow, closed her eyes, and breathed slowly, as if she could see his clear face as soon as she closed her eyes.

With a shy smile, she gradually fell asleep.

The night is deep.

Outside the door, the two big men were too horrible to look at.

The author has something to say: longtimenosee, my dear hometown~

Baby I am a teacher now hahahaha! ~

Not much nonsense, first come a piece of comfort Ni Meng (*＾3＾)

During this time, I had three bad colds, and I had various general trainings from [-] in the morning to [-] in the evening. I was so busy that my body couldn't bear it, so I finally had time to have a blast...

But in the future, I still can't fix the daily update of "Don't Hit Me Series"

After all, the baby is now a year-round person~~~

But I will try my best to make more when I have time.

Well, I hope my painting style hasn't changed too much "It is said that after stepping into society, it has a great influence on people? "

anyway.Happy reading Smecta￥=￥