[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Irene Adler disappeared, but Connie fell into the pain of being crushed by the sadistic queen.

When the little sheep came to search, the queen's men had already plundered the small villa, and she looked very angry. Connie took a look at it from a distance and found that the queen was still young and very beautiful, and She is completely different from the one who hasn't grown up...

Since then, Mary and Moriarty have never appeared again, but Connie had the dream of that day. Day and night, Mary told her in her dream that she could go home.

It's not that I didn't look forward to it, even if I feel hopeless every moment.

The nightmare for more than a week made her show the dark circles she hadn't seen in many years, but John always thought that she was scared by Irene. After all, being missed by an abusive queen for five years is not a good thing...

"Hey, Sherlock, I think Connie hasn't been in a good mood lately, maybe you can take her out for a walk?" John suggested at the breakfast table, while he was drinking Connie's delicious coffee, and her made sandwiches.

There was ten thousand half-drinked porridge on the side of the table, and she went downstairs to refill Sherlock's coffee, so John seized the gap.

Sherlock was looking down at the newspaper. He was playing with the knife and fork in his right hand. It was like an ink pen and was flexibly turning between two fingers, which attracted people's attention very much.

Hearing this, he looked up at John Fawn's eyes, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Any suggestions?"

He didn't even laugh at his suggestion.

Instead, he asked humbly.

At this moment, John was quite proud.

"You know, Connie has never had a boyfriend or date, so she doesn't understand these things, although you don't understand either... Fortunately, you have me, you can take her to the amusement park, to the movies, to eat A delicious candlelight dinner..." John rambled on the advice he read from the dating book.

Most of these he has tried.

"Sherlock, are you listening to me?" Finally, John, who was talking to himself, had the heart to pay attention to the feedback Sherlock gave him.

He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, it was rare to see him so normally in a daze.

It has always been his habit to take the violin, either facing the light rain pattering outside the window, or facing the stove.

He felt that there was something wrong with his little friend's expression.

"What's the matter?" John asked worriedly.

"Here comes the coffee." Connie came upstairs with the coffee, and John immediately shut up, as if he had done something wrong.

Connie looked at his unnatural expression suspiciously, and asked, "What's wrong? Isn't breakfast delicious?"

"No, it's delicious!" John felt even more guilty.

Connie frowned. Could it be that her cooking skills have regressed?

"John, you don't have to worry about my mood. Maybe my skills have regressed... You have to know that when you are lying, the expression on your face is so obvious that it's hard to notice."

John: "..." Sherlock once said that too. Could it be that he was born with no talent for lying?

#No, he obviously didn't lie! #

John bowed his head, put the last bite of the sandwich into his mouth, sighed contentedly, and finished the coffee in one gulp.

“I'm not lying, it was delicious!”

Seeing that his expression was indeed sincere, Connie was puzzled again. She glanced at Sherlock who was staring at the newspaper but seemed to be in a daze, and curled her lips.

"Connie."

"Yes?"

Sherlock put down the newspaper and stared directly at Connie's face, as if studying every hair on her face.

Connie had been seen this way many times and was used to it.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

Connie: "..."

Why are you asking this question all of a sudden.

John: "Pfft..." Fortunately, he has already swallowed his coffee.

Connie took a deep breath and thought about it as she let it out long.

Why is it a person who has gone to college again, wouldn't it be embarrassing to say no?

But if there is something... Sherlock will definitely see a lie, wouldn't it be more embarrassing?

Connie felt that she should be honest, so she looked at Sherlock with dignity and said, "No!"

"lie."

Connie: "???"

John: "???"

"I didn't." Connie struggled, she didn't believe the truth.

"Not having a boyfriend or not lying?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Not at all!" Connie glared at him, feeling baffled.

John couldn't recover for a long time: Oh my God!He was actually at the scene where Sherlock was jealous? !

#This life is unforgettable#

Unexpectedly, Sherlock looked at it for a while, and then asked, "What about the first kiss?"

Connie was about to answer him "it's you", when she suddenly remembered something, and a difficult expression appeared on her face.

#One word is hard to say#

The meaningful look frightened John, but—

"I said Sherlock, even if she is your girlfriend now, you don't have to be so jealous, right? Who hasn't had a past~"

Yo, this little tone is floating.

"I didn't." Sherlock said without blushing.

Connie opened her mouth, and just about to explain, she heard a woman's slap sounded in the room.

Her expression changed immediately, and she remembered the ringtone of someone's cell phone that could be recorded.

Although I don't know how she did it, after all, Sherlock didn't give her the coat that day.

"Isn't that what it is? I remember that someone had a great time watching the sadistic queen fall." Connie glanced at Sherlock and replied sourly.

John: It feels like a big war is about to break out. Does he want to retreat first?

Sherlock glanced at Connie, took out the phone, glanced at the interface, and said, "It's not mine."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly stagnated.

Connie had a bad feeling.

She licked her lips, took out the phone in her pocket, and opened it.

"longtime nosee, sweetie.--A"

! (◎_◎;)

When did Irene Adler get her phone!

Connie swallowed her saliva, looked at Sherlock in shock, saw his slightly squinted eyes, and blurted out without knowing why: "I was kissed twice by a female classmate when I was in school, it was really an accident …Eileen I don't know when she took my phone."

Incoherent, but huge amount of information.

Sherlock's eyes, officially, narrowed.

John reacted slowly and got the information: "Forced kiss? Twice?"

OMG, he never knew Connie would have such an explosive past!

Connie wanted to cry but had no tears.

#口快速是病#

"It's okay." Unexpectedly, there was a gentle smile on the other side.

Connie immediately felt creepy.

Sherlock smiled softly.

#This is two sets of unrelated nouns#

Just as John was about to praise, Sherlock finally got angry. In a blink of an eye, he saw the little friend on his right standing up with the support of the table, leaning forward and kissing the little friend on his left.

Connie was stunned.

Sherlock looked at her wide-open eyes, with a hint of sarcasm in them.

It's like teasing, more like flirting.

John's mouth was wider than his eyes.

#Single nobility can bear#

#Single dog which can't be tolerated#

John was angry and sad, wanted to slap the table, and left the room with dignity.

As soon as Sherlock's eyes drifted over, he immediately softened his body again. After a while, he couldn't help it, and walked out with his back bent and his legs bent.

#This is really the longest kiss in history#

"Breathe, idiot." He stepped back a little and sat back in his original position. Connie stared blankly at his bright red lips, and unconsciously stuck out her tongue to lick it. The strong aroma of coffee was still sweet.

"Is it delicious?" He is like a devil locked in hell, and also like a white angel in heaven.

"Delicious." Connie replied subconsciously, and suddenly realized what she answered, her face flushed immediately.

God!What did she say! ! !

Sherlock laughed again, and he seemed to laugh a lot today.

"Eat more if it tastes good." He raised his hand and put the untouched sandwich in Connie's hand.

There was a slight ping-pong-pong sound in the room.

John who eavesdropped outside the door: "..."

This is...? ? ?

Connie sat on her seat, nervously cut a sandwich with a knife and fork and put it in her mouth, but the other side kept looking at her, and her hands trembled from time to time when they touched the dinner plate, which made her even more nervous.

"Finish?" Seeing her put down the knife and fork, Sherlock asked casually.

Connie nodded.

"Changing clothes after eating."

Connie looked at him.

"I'm going out later."

"Oh." Connie responded in a low voice.

He got up and walked to the door, he heard the sound of going up the stairs outside the door, opened the door and saw John coming up from the stairs panting.

"Huh? Are you ready?" John glanced in cautiously.

#Actually he never left#

#Listen to the corner of the wall and feel very tired#

Connie felt something was wrong: "It's over."

Old John blushed: "Oh."

"John." A low shout came from the room. John stepped in and saw Sherlock sitting at the table in his pajamas. What he thought was messy was gone, and he immediately began to doubt his ears.

"Pack it up." Sherlock's dark pupils swept across his face, as if he could see through his thoughts at a glance.

John paused, looked at the dining table, glanced at Sherlock inexplicably, and walked over as if resigned to his fate.

"Hey……"

#Life is hard for him#