[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Dingling..." A bell rang in time, saving John who had already stepped into the coffin with half of his foot. You must know that McCoff can get out of the body with his IQ, but the stupid and cute John is not necessarily, even if Sherlock's The gunfire was aimed at Mycroft, and it inevitably affected John on the side.

"Who eats pizza?" John raised the pizza box on his hand in embarrassment.

"Hush!" Sherlock had already picked up the phone, raised his hand and gestured in front of his mouth, and everyone fell silent instantly.

Connie glanced at Sherlock, saw that his eyes were bright, and probably there was another case, but when she looked up, she saw Mycroft taking out the mobile phone in his pocket. Although his expression was well concealed, Connie Still sensitively captured the stiffness at the corner of his mouth.

Some kind of bad premonition came to mind, and in a blink of an eye, Connie's eyes met John's, and the same emotions gradually surfaced in their eyes.

#This kind of rush that something big is about to happen#

"There's a corpse here..." Sherlock put down the phone, his expression a little excited, but not as jumpy as before.

At the same time, Mycroft also put down the phone: "I need you to come with me, Sherlock."

The words of the two came out at the same time. Connie watched Mycroft look at Sherlock solemnly, with a serious expression on her face, and a guess suddenly floated in her heart.

"Oh, didn't you hear what I said? A corpse is coming!" Sherlock gave Mycroft a blank look.

"Listen to me, the British government needs you! Right now!" Mycroft seemed a little annoyed and anxious. Such a heavy expression made Sherlock stunned, and it was rare that he didn't sarcastically go back immediately.

Connie raised her eyebrows, and a name came to mind, but she pursed her lips, and picked up Sherlock's cold coffee as if she didn't understand.

I took a sip and it tasted really good.

She nodded lightly, looked at Sherlock's peripheral vision, blinked, and breathed calmly.

"Otherwise, I have some experience with Sherlock, why don't I go to the police station to record the situation for you this time, and Sherlock, you can go with Mycroft. Maybe it's really something serious? ' John suggested.

There was even an additional sentence: "Connie come with me."

Connie's eyelids trembled: "Me?"

#Peanut is going to do something#

Connie smiled: "I'll forget it."

Sherlock didn't say anything, and was directly pulled into the room by McCoff to whisper, while Connie looked at John, who tilted his head, his short flaxen blonde hair flickering.

Connie looked at him.

#So cute, but she decided not to be moved#

"SO?" Connie asked, looking at John calmly.

He suddenly became a little nervous, and Connie narrowed her eyes.

"John, you know, it's obvious when you're lying." Not like that old fox of Mycroft, who was serious.

"Well..." He stammered and came over with the pizza on his back.

"How do you know I'm lying?"

Connie smiled crisply: "Not only do I know that you lied, but I also know that the person who forced you to lie is Mycroft."

"Obviously." She paused, and added, seeing John's puzzled and depressed expression after successfully pretending.

"Okay, just say what you want. If I can help, I will try my best." Connie replied.

John breathed a sigh of relief, put the pizza on the table, glanced nervously at the door, and said in a low voice: "Actually, I don't know what it is, but Mycroft said that something very important was stolen. Finding this thing requires your help, and I have repeatedly confirmed to him that you will not be in any danger."

???

It's not about the Queen of England?

Connie was dumbfounded.

This was beyond her expectation.

But after thinking about it, the Queen of England would not look for her even if something happened.

Connie looked at John again: "What do I need to do?"

"I'm not very clear about this..." John scratched his head, and Connie really convinced him.

"Mycroft just said let me take you out tomorrow night." He said a little depressed.

#It really is the habit of the big fat bald monster#

"Then why can't Sherlock know?" Connie wondered.

John scratched his head again: "Actually, I have asked him this question..."

"But he said it was a secret, right? He will tell you later, but he will never cheat you, right?" Connie answered clearly.

John looked at Connie in admiration with an expression of your god.

Connie took a big sip of coffee speechlessly: "..."

#Old bald head, this cliff is going to do something#

But does Sherlock know?She can see that John is lying, so Sherlock should also be able to see it, right?Since it hasn't been exposed, it shouldn't be a big problem?

"Okay." After thinking about it, she nodded and agreed.

John couldn't believe it: "So you still agree?"

He himself felt that his rhetoric was simply embarrassing.

"How can I say that Mycroft is also Sherlock's real brother, I am Sherlock's girlfriend, and you are Sherlock's best friend, I believe that McCoff will clearly distinguish between the serious and the serious, and will not really do anything to harm me. "After a few sips, Connie finished the rest of the coffee.

#This cup of coffee is poisonous#

John thought for a while, and thought so, and suddenly grabbed Connie's "best friend" and looked at her blankly: "You said... I'm Sherlock's best friend?"

This flattered little tone.

Connie looked at him in shock: "What's the matter? You don't like Sherlock?"

His head shook like a rattle: "No, no, no... I like him very much... No, I mean." Halfway through his words, he realized what he had said, and his face immediately flushed red, half-hearted Embarrassed trying to explain clearly.

But seeing Connie's half-smile eyes, she blushed.

This is so good, even the tongue is not straight anymore.

Connie secretly smiled: "Okay, I don't mean anything else, but Sherlock doesn't have many good friends, and you are the closest one. It is not an exaggeration to say that you are a best friend."

Only then did John calm down, and he seemed to be secretly delighted.

"But by the way, that famous Moriarty..." Just as he was about to change the subject, the door opened, and Sherlock walked out impatiently.

"Sherlock, this matter is very urgent." Mycroft followed behind.

Sherlock glanced at Connie, then retracted his gaze, and sneered, "Oh, forget it, the unspoken things between Her Majesty the Queen and the sadistic queen are not considered cases."

#Oh, this is really a sentence with a huge amount of information#

Connie paused, and a name came to mind: Irene Adler.

The woman who left the title of "the woman" in Sherlock's heart.

"Just give the money." Sherlock said.

"But she doesn't want money, or anything else," Mycroft said with a headache.

Sherlock paused, and suddenly there was an expression in his brows and eyes: "Oh! Yes... showing off strength." He said meaningfully.

"Connie." Sherlock called her name suddenly.

"Huh?" Connie tilted her head to look at him.

"Come with me."

Walk?where to goConnie was bewildered.

"White House." Before she could ask, Sherlock had already replied. It's not appropriate to drag her to the White House, is it?

"Sherlock, it's not suitable for Connie to go to that place." Mycroft spoke very bluntly, but Sherlock squinted his eyes and looked over coldly.

"You'd better clean up those dirty thoughts of yours." Sherlock meant something, but Mycroft almost breathed out.

John was present, and he had no sense of presence than Connie. When he met McCoff's fierce eyes, John trembled: "I didn't say anything."

In this way, Sherlock knows what McCoff's plan is?What about Connie?

#This kind of people all over the world know that only I don't feel so bad#

John lowered his head in frustration, and faced Mycroft's gaze again hard: "Since Sherlock said that you have dirty thoughts, then I will definitely not help you, and you didn't say yes to me. what reason."

McCoff let out a long sigh.

#These ignorant youngsters! #

"The Bruce plan. To put it simply, Moriarty's people stole a missile from our government. If this missile is transported out of the country, the consequences will be unimaginable!" Being so cold, Mycroft It is also helpless.

"John, you are a soldier, you know the seriousness of this matter." Mycroft looked at John with deep eyes.

John nodded blankly: "Of course I know, it's a missile!" He yelled out in a low voice, with a feeling of being frightened in his expression, and suddenly reacted and looked at McCoff.

"But what does all this have to do with Connie?" She's just a little girl just coming of age!

Thinking back to those years, Mycroft sighed again: "It's a long story. Speaking of which, the dispute between Sherlock and Moriarty still started with Connie."

As soon as these words came out, John was frightened: "You mean???"

He is also a blogger anyway, and the words of McCoff are enough to make him imagine a biography with twists and turns.