[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Even in the main house of the Holmes family, the atmosphere is still very majestic.

Connie looked up and scanned the audience, and she was placed on the sofa next to Sherlock. He glanced over mildly and then turned back, staring at McCoff's slightly tough face, and sneered.

"Give money."

"But..." Mycroft looked embarrassed.

"This is the only solution." Sherlock fixed his eyes and thought, and concluded.

Mycroft's face was ashen: "The crux of the matter is here. She notified us, but she didn't want anything."

Sherlock paused, and a short whistle came out of his mouth: "Oh~ she is demonstrating and playing with power - the most noble family in Great Britain."

There was a faint interest in his eyes, and after hearing that, Mycroft knew that this had aroused his younger brother's interest.

"How is it? Will you take this case? The reward is rich." Mycroft raised his eyebrows and looked at Sherlock calmly.

He put on the overcoat hanging on the side, straightened his collar, and suddenly walked to the closet to take out some sets of clothes.

John stared dumbfounded at Sherlock who suddenly changed his mind: "Sherlock, what are you doing?"

Sherlock's proud and excited voice came out: "John, I'm going to the battlefield, I have to change clothes."

As he spoke, he took out a fluorescent green coat, and as soon as he put it on, he immediately transformed into a firefighter's attire.

Connie, who has been watching silently: "..."

It feels even scarier than the aesthetics of straight men.

#Did she accidentally discover something#

After Sherlock tried a few sets, she was still very dissatisfied, and the clothes were scattered all over the floor. Connie looked at the clothes and wondered when these strange clothes appeared in Sherlock's closet. He said, "Sherlock, the first set is still more handsome."

John immediately nodded in agreement. The next few sets of clothes really scared him.

Sherlock paused and turned to look at Connie.

Paused.

"Okay." He naturally changed back to the original suit, looking in a good mood.

Connie saw that his brows and eyes were calm, and there was a hint of excitement in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. She couldn't help but feel a little sour in her heart, but she didn't know how to speak. After all, Sherlock and that lady still didn't know each other.

"What's the matter?" Sherlock asked as he walked over, obviously feeling the twinkle in Connie's eyes.

Connie looked at him in a black shirt, looking thin and straight, with handsome eyebrows and fair skin, he looked like a charming long-legged brother.Immediately pursed his lips.

She absolutely should not follow her, so as not to feel heartbroken...

"Let's go." Sherlock stepped up and walked towards the door. John followed immediately. Mycroft smiled reassuringly: "Then I will leave it to you. When will there be a response?"

Sherlock said firmly: "You can get the photo back before sunset."

He confidently pulled the collar of his suit, turned his head, and looked radiant. When he saw Connie who was still sitting on the sofa, he raised his eyebrows: "Connie, what are you still doing?"

Connie stared blankly: "Huh?"

He focused his eyes: "You go with me."

Connie blinked: "Why?"

John felt that his pace was a little faster just now, maybe Sherlock's "let's go" wasn't meant for him...

Sherlock took it for granted: "Why, you have to stay by my side."

"Oh..." John immediately made a heart-shaking gesture.

He felt that his heart was shot by an arrow, but it was sour and sweet.

McCoff was also taken aback, apparently he didn't expect his younger brother to say such "sensational" words, but he was also relieved when he thought of how special Connie was to him.

Connie frowned.

Even if she and Sherlock have become boyfriend and girlfriend now, she is very clear - Sherlock will never be able to say the sweet words spoken by ordinary people, and even if she does, it is definitely not the original literal meaning.

What's more, her intuition is also clamoring for something.

She narrowed her eyes immediately, and looked at Sherlock: "I'm in good health, I can stay at home and rest, and John can accompany you."

Mycroft also meant the same thing. Connie is still a little girl after all, not to mention Sherlock is going to meet this time, but she is a sadistic queen known for her "sex". Kauf found Connie's attitude odd, too.

He looked at his younger brother and younger siblings, feeling inexplicably that he had missed a big drama.

Connie looked at Sherlock with a sincere tone. He said that in the past, and he usually wouldn't say anything more.

But today it seemed a little tough: "Put on your clothes, I will need you later."

He seemed to think of something, and his expression was a little gloomy for a moment.

But the look was so fleeting that no one noticed it except Mycroft.He raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking in his heart that there was another good show to watch.

John was probably the most confused one.

#He may be a dummy#

#Since Connie woke up, the whole world is weird#

Connie looked at Sherlock's back, her eyes moved slightly.

#There must be a conspiracy#

However, she got up obediently, and there is no good thing to be against Sherlock. Now that she has the courage to say a few words as a girlfriend, it will be good... Don't think too much about other things...

Irene Adler, a woman with a variety of styles, Connie thought about it, put on a white turtleneck sweater, a pair of skinny jeans, and went out with Sherlock with her mobile phone.

The three of them got into the taxi, and Sherlock and John began to talk endlessly, while Connie sat in the front seat, silently in a daze.

She was a little strange, obviously her memory was very fuzzy, but when it came to Irene Adler, her memory seemed like it was yesterday, obviously she didn't have it before...! ! !

Connie, who suddenly realized something, widened her eyes in panic.

It seems that the memory started to become clear after she was kidnapped that day... and at that time, her spirit body was still in Sherlock's body.

#Unexplainable dirt#

Connie pressed her forehead with a headache. Could it be that Sherlock saw her "memory"?

Or saw part of it?

Otherwise, why did her memory suddenly become clear, or the memory of Irene Adler?

"..."

She looked terrified at the thought that Sherlock might have accidentally seen her memory.

The little half of his face suddenly became terrified, reflected in Sherlock's eyes, making him quiet for two seconds.

Before John could react to the sudden silence, Sherlock only thought that Sherlock was waiting for his praise, and sincerely and excitedly said: "excellent!"

It took a while for Connie to realize what was she panicking about?

Sherlock had already guessed that she was not from here, besides, her memory is nothing to be ashamed of...

Gathering her mind, Connie's eyes instantly returned to calm. Looking at the busy traffic in front of the car, she slowly began to daze again.

Seeing this, Sherlock stared at the rearview mirror in front of him unchanged, while answering John's various questions.

John: "So, what's the plan?"

Sherlock: "We have the address."

John: "So just ring the doorbell?"

John: "And then?"

"Then, you have to add some color..."

#Bull's head is wrong with the horse's mouth#

John stared at a pair of innocent big deer eyes, blinked and recalled the few words just now, and then made sure that his ears hadn't missed it.

"Color? What do you mean?"

Connie was very clear in her heart, and said faintly: "He asked you to beat him."

John: "???"

Sherlock: ":)"

"Driver, stop here, thank you." Sherlock got out of the car in a hurry, followed by Connie and John, and walked into an alley.

"Are you there?" John looked at the alley of Han Dou, and was a little suspicious. After all, it was the family that abused the Queen of England, and they lived in such a simple place?

"Two more streets, but here it is."

At this?What are you doing here?

Before John could react, a counted fist hit his face—"Bang!"

"Ah!" John screamed, covering his nose.

Immediately there was a burst of anger in his eyes, and he hit Sherlock without saying a word.

Connie was not dumbfounded, but she couldn't help, so she could only stand aside with a speechless face.

"Sherlock! I'm a soldier! If you attack a soldier, you'll feel like you'll be beaten up!" John was probably addicted after punching him.

#Weekday probably was laughed at too much by Sherlock#

#Hate can't be restrained to come out of the chest#

There were a few punches, and even Connie couldn't help covering her eyes.

"OK! John, I think that's enough." Sherlock exhaled twice.

"I haven't said enough!" John glared at him viciously, but didn't make another move.

Reluctantly, Connie stepped forward and handed over a napkin: "I didn't expect that John usually looks gentle and gentle, but he is so fierce when he hits someone."

#Like a Crazy Teddy#

#Mighty and majestic#

The girl's praise made John clenched his fists, his complexion improved, and he became a little embarrassed after punching Sherlock several times before.

On the other hand, Sherlock, whose face was red and swollen, took a tissue to wipe it, but twitched in pain.

Connie took out a small bottle of medicinal wine from her pocket, took a cotton swab and walked over.

"Squat down." She said lightly, took a cotton swab, dipped it in red medicine and carefully applied it on the corners of his eyes and chin, and took it away after a while.

The cool touch made him lick the corners of his lips happily.

John was dumbfounded: "You always have this thing with you?"

Connie looked at his reddish nose and handed it over: "I took it before going out."

#She had anticipated#

Sherlock looked at Connie with startlingly bright eyes.

But Connie didn't see it, otherwise she would start to doubt her previous reasoning again.

The three of them walked two streets and arrived in front of a small white villa.

Sherlock knocked on the door neighbor, and Connie cooperated and stood two steps aside, watching Sherlock act vividly, while John was on the side.

#I don’t know how many times I’m stunned today#

#Sherlock acted like a panicked little public move#

John glanced helplessly at Connie and calmed down.

#Can’t even compare to a little girl who has just grown up#

#Anyway, he has been following Sherlock for a long time#

#Forcing the grid to hold it#

The person inside the door snickered and opened the door.

"Sorry, can I call the police..." Sherlock followed the female assistant in the white shirt into the living room, John followed her, and Connie walked last, looking at the winding stairs at the door, looking at Looking on the second floor, I saw the closed door suddenly opened slightly, revealing a pair of blue eyes.

Connie was taken aback.

The woman hooked her fingers to her, revealing a complete face.

Connie froze for a moment, then pointed to herself silently, seeing her nodding, suddenly thought of the girl who took Moriarty away that day.

is her?

Why is she here?

Connie paused, then walked up the stairs gently.

"You..." Looking at the unfamiliar face in front of her, she didn't know what to say.

Who knew that just as she walked to the door, she pulled her in and pressed her on the chair: "You're the one wearing it, right?!"

"..." The girl was very straightforward.

Her bright eyes stared at Connie, subconsciously making Connie feel kinder, not as crazy as Moriarty's, her blue eyes were like the sky, full of silence and harmony.

Connie nodded subconsciously, feeling that the person in front of her was not in danger.

Sure enough, the next second she hugged Connie excitedly: "I knew it! Sherlock, that insidious and cunning boy!" From the beginning of this sentence, she spoke Chinese.

Connie froze, and said in a daze, "What do you mean?"

The man on the other side opened his mouth immediately: "You don't know... oh, you were in a coma at that time, that was the day you were captured by Mo Niang, and he insisted on killing Sherlock, so I showed up to take him away Now, you also know that Mo Niang will die in Sherlock's hands in the end, but I don't want to..." There was a touch of tangle in her brilliant expression.

"Anyway, at that time, Sherlock didn't know why he suddenly said something about the king of heaven and the earth tiger. As a result, I thought it was a little friend who traveled together. I was so excited. After taking Mo Niang away, I went back to find someone. It's a pity..." When she said this, her expression became a little resentful.

Gritting her teeth, she said, "If it wasn't for the cleverness of this baby, he would have finished talking!"

Connie took a breath, this familiar style of painting.

Then I remembered: "He tricked you? What did he talk to you about?"

Could it be that something was asked from here, so Sherlock was acting weird after she woke up?

The author has something to say: the author has recently become obsessed with poetry recitation, do you have any short essays or beautiful poems to recommend to your baby?