[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

In the end, Connie did not reply to Erin's text message, she threw the phone to Sherlock, and took Sherlock's phone herself.

The continuous female singing bell will ring from time to time.

Sherlock always reads the letter, but never answers it.

And John has been counting the number of text messages.

Time, just like that, it was Christmas Eve.

Mrs. Hudson and Henry finally returned to 221B. After they were abducted by Sherlock's parents, they seemed to be living a very happy life. Mrs. Hudson also gained ten pounds, which surprised Connie—you know Well, Mrs. Hudson never got fat.

After dinner, everyone gathered in 221B, holding a glass of red wine and sipping lightly.

Sherlock was standing in front of the window playing the violin, John and Henry were chatting, the snow was floating outside the window, covering the ground with a thick coat.

Connie looked at the snow falling outside the window, a little distracted.

Since the last time she met Mary at Irene's house, she hadn't seen Mary again, and she hadn't heard from her for several months.

And now this scene has awakened that specific memory in her mind.

Withdrawing her gaze, Connie glanced at the mirror on the wall, staring at the red gift box tied with a black rope, her gaze was heavy.

She was silent, waiting for Sherlock to discover the gift box himself, and what was inside.

"Hello, everyone." Jasmine came upstairs with a lot of presents. Connie stared blankly at her. Seeing that she was well-dressed, she regained her composure and went forward to accept her presents with a smile.

"Jasmine is so beautifully dressed today." Connie's compliment made Jasmine blush.

She looked at Sherlock with a slightly shy gaze, her bright red lips bent into a beautiful arc, and Sherlock's music finally came to the end.

"Merry Christmas!" Lestrade also came upstairs with a blizzard on his face.

Compared with Jasmine, he obviously had a lot of vicissitudes. Even though he and John are single, at least John still has Sherlock's troubles...

Jasmine took off her coat, and John whistled, showing a surprise admiration, and Jasmine smiled very happily, such a compliment obviously made her very happy.

"Oh, thank you." She took the red wine that John handed over, and took a sip of the red wine, looking a little nervous.

Lestrade, who could only take the wine glass and pour it silently: "..."

"I'm so happy that everyone can get together this year. If John and Lestrade can find another gentle female companion, it will be perfect." Mrs. Hudson and Henry sat together, rubbing their noses , sprinkled dog food like no one else was around.

Sherlock snorted disdainfully, walked up to Connie suddenly, lowered his head and rubbed against her nose, straightened up and tilted his head: "This kind of action will make people's adrenaline go up?"

#This kind of question with the spirit of inquiry#

#It’s really hard to answer#

John: "..."

He never dared to think that one day he would be shown affection like this by Sherlock... oh, he seemed to have been shown it a few months ago.

Lestrade: "..."

He never dared to think that one day Sherlock would show his affection like this. As a divorced middle-aged widower, he felt deeply saddened.

Sherlock withdrew his body, glanced at Connie's slightly stupefied look, curled his mouth, sat in front of John's computer, and began to browse his blog, feeling slightly better.

"John, the case you wrote recently is not very popular." With just one glance, he concluded.

John suddenly jumped forward like a little squirrel with fried fur: "You are talking nonsense, the readers really like me."

Sherlock glanced at him nonchalantly, and he immediately changed his words: "I mean, my article."

Sherlock turned his head blankly: "1895. It's not a very good number. I remember it was this number a few days ago."

Connie glanced at Sherlock faintly: It's hard for you to memorize John's blog numbers for a few days.

John's face froze, and a sense of frustration emerged: "Oh, this is really a boring Christmas!"

As he spoke, he took a long sip while holding a glass of red wine.

"And you even posted this photo." Sherlock frowned, and Connie glanced at the screen, and Jasmine's compliment came from beside her: "Sherlock, this hat looks so good on you."

John happily answered: "Yes, your fans are so cute."

Connie turned her head, and it was nice to see Lestrade quietly sizing up Jasmine's figure.

Connie: "..."

"Express!" The courier called out at the door, alarming everyone.

"Delivery on Christmas Eve? So dedicated?"

"Connie Hudson? You have ten couriers from the United States!" This sound scared everyone to look forward to it.

After knowing each other for so long, everyone knows Connie's strange physique and luck.

"Who is the sender?" Henry shouted through the window.

"Please read it, little brother."

Courier:"……"

He bowed his head helplessly, if it wasn't for the rich rewards, he would have left immediately.

"Alexis Castle, Toby, happy..." The courier brother read a few at random, and Connie rushed downstairs when she heard the first name.

Alex gave her a gift!

Connie's world seemed to explode in an instant.

"Henry, go and help!" Mrs. Hudson urged.

Huge gift boxes were carried upstairs one by one, filling the entire room at once.

Seeing Connie's excited face, Mrs. Hudson suddenly remembered: "Although you have been in a coma for the past few years, Alex has never given up writing to you. She will still insist and send you letters every month. I kept them all, remember... it should be at Sherlock's place?"

When Connie heard it, her eyes stared at Sherlock.

Sherlock stared at her for a while, then said in a low voice, "It's in a drawer in your room."

Connie immediately ran to her boudoir like a cheerful bird.

The thick stack of letters made the corners of her eyes a little hot.

Connie hugged the envelope and went up to the second floor with a satisfied face. The moment she opened the door, she heard a familiar female voice.

She hugged the thick letter and froze at the door.

The people in the room seemed to be in tacit understanding, and they all fell silent in unison.

"58." John suddenly said.

Lestrade: "What?"

Connie looked up and saw Sherlock walking to the mirror and taking down the red box, his eyes became very serious in an instant.

She felt a little cold on the soles of her feet.

For a moment, he seemed to recover from the gift: "Excuse me."

He walked into the door and closed the door tightly. At that moment, the coldness on the soles of Connie's feet seemed to be bubbling up to her thighs.

She stepped up, walked to the mirror, and began to unwrap her present.

What Alex gave her was a photo album. Over the years, the time she missed, Alex recorded it with photos and kept it for her.

She said: "We are friends for life. I never believed that you left. I reserved all my time for you. Although I couldn't accompany you through those five years, in my five years, Always with you."

Connie looked at the smiling owner in the photo, with her friend and boyfriend, tears streaming down her face in an instant.

John, who was standing on the side, was startled: "Connie, what gift made you cry?" He looked sideways and saw the handwritten note. After reading the words on it, he also fell into silence, and his eyes overflowed. A touch of envy.

"You have a good friend."

"Yeah, I have a very good friend." Connie wiped her tears, but she couldn't tell whether her heart was sour, sweet or astringent.

Mrs. Hudson put her arm around her shoulders, and Connie looked up, looked at herself in the mirror, and gently wiped away her tears.

On the desk was her mobile phone. Sherlock took the box and left the mobile phone here.

She was silent, looking at the phone for a while, and finally reached out and took it over.

Enter the password to open the information column.

The first one was an unfamiliar number.

58 messages.

She clicked in and flipped through the text messages one by one.

"Good morning, I love your funny hat."

"I'm in a bad mood today, let's have dinner together."

"You looked so hot in Bring to Justice, let's have dinner."

"I'm not hungry, let's have dinner together."

……

These text messages, except for the first one, were all addressed to Sherlock.

And Sherlock never responded to a text message, so what does that mean?

Connie clenched her phone tightly, and she had to admit that she had never been so completely angry like this in her life.

She is like a doll, being played with and ridiculed by others.

It was Irene Adler who started the game.

Another person involved in the game is Sherlock Holmes.

She even suspected that this game was enough to plant a dark seed in her heart.

After a long time, her clenched fists gradually loosened. She threw the phone in front of the mirror, hugged the envelopes, and sat on the sofa.

The whole room was so quiet that only the sound of crackling firewood was left, but after a while, Sherlock came out from the door.

"Jasmine, follow me to the police station." Sherlock had already put on his coat.

He walked to the door, looked back at Connie, saw that she seemed to be reading a letter, pursed his lips, turned and went down the stairs.

Silence has been spreading.

Connie looked at the envelope and read what was written in the letter word by word, but all the words seemed to fly away as soon as she saw her eyes, and she couldn't read any words at all.

The fingertips pinching the letter paper were so hard that they turned white.