[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Connie?"

"Ok?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Swallowing the last piece of mango, Connie looked up and saw Sherlock, half-dressed, staring at her, as if studying her reaction.

She didn't like this feeling a bit, but her always thick nerves didn't clamor how uncomfortable this made her.

"Nothing, just thinking about Mrs. Hudson..." The current dispute with Mrs. Rose.

You come and go, black and white, so exciting.

But thinking of Sherlock's previous hesitation, she changed the subject halfway.

"...and Mr. Henry."

Speaking of this, although it didn't arouse Sherlock's much disgust, it made him let out a muffled hum from his nostrils, and Connie hardly heard it in a small voice-if she hadn't stared at Sherlock with her eyes and ears.

"What's the matter? Is there something wrong with Mr. Henry?" Sherlock can always clear up your general status, preferences, and wealth at a glance.

This kind of skill is simply a full-level hacking skill in a blind date meeting...

"Problem? That depends on how you define the word problem."

Connie was silent, feeling a little pessimistic.

Seeing that she was silent, Sherlock stared at his arm for a moment, then stuck another sheet of nicotine on it, before speaking again.

"Does Mr. Henry have any character problems?" For example, is he married or has a messy relationship with a woman?

As if surprised by Connie's question, Sherlock looked at Connie with an emotion called sneer.

"Is there anyone in this world who doesn't have character problems?" Children are just too naive.

"You." After peeling another mango, Connie wiped her hands and said directly.

I didn't notice that the calm eyes at this time became a little turbulent, even though it was only for a moment.

Sherlock looked at her, and Connie's face of course came into view.

It is so natural again.

At the moment, she's chomping down on a mango with juicy hands, making her look like a real kid.

Are you so sure that there is nothing wrong with his character?

Where did she get her confidence?

After spit out that answer, Connie paused.

Does it seem like I am suspected of deliberately saying good things about the Great God?

So, after thinking about the people she knew, she came up with another answer: "...and Officer Lestrade."

Sherlock, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson were the only ones she knew, besides neighbors down the street and some aunts and uncles in the market.

As for the Mycroft who only met once, they hardly know each other, right?

Among these people, the ones she knew a little bit were Officer Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock.

Oh, and there's Mrs. Rose, who's always making herself up.

I originally wanted to say that I was ╰(￣▽￣)╭ but it seems that I should be more modest in this situation.

So after comparing Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson, Connie spit out Lestrade immediately.

"..."

This kind of skill of changing the atmosphere in seconds, ordinary people are afraid that they will not get the essence after exhausting their whole life.

The faint indescribable feeling in my heart changed after Lestrade came out of Connie's mouth.

Then there was the change in Sherlock's eyes.

A person with no problem of character = Lestrade = him?

No, this equation he rejects.

Sherlock looked at Connie strangely. Could it be that in her eyes, he was the same as Lestrade's little sheep?

This bad feeling.

Connie didn't notice the slight dissatisfaction in Sherlock's eyes.

Her attention returned to the original question.

"Mr. Henry really doesn't have any major problems, right? He shouldn't have a wife at his age, right? He looks like a pretty good character..."

Turning around, Sherlock lightly picked a grape and put it in his mouth.

"The boss in the West District, how can he have time to play games like falling in love, that is, he is old and wants to try this boring game..." The words burst out of Sherlock's mouth with irony, but he still So elegant.

Oh, I haven't even talked about love...so innocent...

No, her wife is still married... In this way, Mr. Henry is at a disadvantage?

But... "The boss in the West End? My God, is Mr. Henry so powerful? What kind of business?"

Connie swears that the moment she asked this sentence, she received a ton of contempt from Sherlock.

"The gun business, the drug business...maybe child abduction and drug trafficking...the smell of tobacco and bad perfume on him is unbearable." After speaking, he frowned severely.

"...What?" Someone petrified.

firearms……

drug trafficking...

abduction...

□□……

What?

Molagu!

hair! ?

No no no, wait.

What's the situation, is she hallucinating?

"Hmph, let me say... that Mr. Henry you know is the boss of the gangsters in the West End, who has done..."

Like many treasures.

"I knew it the first time we met. After all, in McCoff's information, this is a person who occupies a lot of positions."

Connie was dumbfounded when the half-eaten mango fell to the ground.

"Why didn't you say so sooner!" Oh my God, Mrs. Hudson was in a relationship with someone like that!

"Why do you say that? They don't like each other?"

Connie was dumbfounded.

"Isn't Mr. Henry the boss of the West End..."

"What is the direct connection between this and the adrenaline rush?" Sherlock threw another grape into his mouth with his legs crossed, and a small pile of grape seeds was spit out in a blink of an eye.

Confused*2

"Connie, don't think that the bosses in the West End are so magical, their IQ is only a little higher than that of the sheep in Scotland Yard, so they are naturally qualified to fall in love." It seems that I can't stand Connie being so stupid .But because of her good coffee making skills, he still made a point.

Connie came to her senses and seemed to have gotten to his point.

So... In Sherlock's eyes, although Mr. Henry is a big criminal, he also has the right to fall in love?And he really likes Mrs. Hudson... Oh, what the hell is this sense of God loving the world (○′?д?)??

Confused*3

But it seems that I have been sublimated... After all, in the eyes of people like Sherlock who disdain love between men and women, even such a villain has the right to fall in love with others... His brain is infinitely wandering...

For a while, it seemed that he had a better understanding of the Great God.

In an instant, Connie's mind turned from putting bombs, guns, sunglasses, and leather on Henry's body to Sherlock's personal character.

"Recently, he has the intention of washing his hands in a golden basin. He has already cooperated with McCoff, and Mrs. Hudson is here. Henry is his false identity. Only McCoff can think of this stupid name..." Enjoying the familiar feeling brought by the nicotine patch, he finally felt a little more relaxed, and seemed... not as irritable as before?

Crit*10086

What the hell are you talking about?

Connie looked at Sherlock in disbelief.

I deeply feel my innocence, and the deep malice of this world.

After struggling for a moment, she pulled herself towards the Bright Avenue.

Now that Mr. Henry has the protection of the British government, McCoff will only become stronger and stronger in the future. Then Mr. Henry really likes Mrs. Hudson, and the two can be considered happy... So in general, this is considered A HE?

"Well, it's finally...not a bad ending." Thinking of this, Sherlock didn't reveal Henry's real identity. Since there is no danger, that's a good thing.

Picking up the mango on the ground and throwing it into the garbage bag, the phone vibrated.

Opening it, it was Lestrade.

"Huh?" Why did Lestrade text her?

Clicking on it, Connie looked at Sherlock, who was in a daze, and cleared her throat...

"Well... the police station arrested Lei Wen this time, just in time for the chief's birthday and the 20th wedding anniversary. There is a party in the police station. Lestrade asked if you want to go?" Well, this Lestrade, I'm afraid of being scolded... She won't be killed when she opens her mouth with her front foot, right?

"Notified."

"Oh..." Connie began to reply.

"That's Oscar."

"Huh?" Connie took a sip of water while typing, but Connie didn't pay much attention to what Sherlock said.

"Raven Bukett is Oscar Fred. That's how those little sheep were convicted?" He sneered, which immediately caught Connie's attention.

"What do you mean, isn't Oscar dead? How could it be Raven Bukett?"

"Threemonths, Connie, is enough for a makeover. I'm surprised to have to say that the IQ of those stupid sheep has brought the average IQ of London down in half again. With such obvious evidence in front of them, they are probably just celebrating. Bar……"

With a "snap", the phone smashed, but fortunately it fell on the sofa.

"Wait, didn't you solve this case? Inspector Lestrade said..." He repeated what Lestrade had said to her.

"Nice story. But. From the moment Oscar came back, he was no longer Oscar, but Raven Bukett. Besides, when did I say..." Thinking of Lestrade, the hearer was sad With his deduction ability, he began to recall whether he had misled him.

The answer is of course no.

Sure enough, it is still a question of IQ.

Sherlock closes the coffin.

"He made himself into Raven?" Connie called softly as a flash of light flashed in her mind.

why?

Connie began to recollect what Lestrade had said.

Five years ago, Nina met Raven, and the two fell in love. At that time, she had a boyfriend named Oscar, who was a psychopath.

The two met abroad, and after breaking up, Nina returned to London to continue her relationship with her boyfriend.

Two years later, he met his father and Lei Wen, and was discovered by Oscar.

and many more.

"Oscar is such a sensitive person, since he could notice the abnormality in Nina after she met Raven, why couldn't he notice it two years ago? He knew it at that time? No, he should have noticed it?" Connie Asked, seeing Sherlock nodded to express his acquiescence, he continued to sort out.

Perhaps during the search, Oscar discovered that Raven was the same person as he was two years ago.Leaving aside other people, if Oscar intends to replace Lei Wen, then he should have an idea at this time, and the rest is an opportunity.

France!

That's right, that opportunity, perhaps Oscar deceived everyone, changed his appearance under the covers, found another pretender of himself, and returned to London, and Raven changed people at that time, but... …

"When did Oscar come back to London? He had plastic surgery, did he find another person to make himself? What about Raven? And... when he was not in London, Raven wanted to force Nina, Nina She is unwilling, which shows her loyalty to Oscar, so what is the need for him to become Raven?"

"What do you think he's got to get plastic surgery and hire another guy to pretend to be him? And within three months?"

money.

Countless money.

But Oscar is just a commoner.

"And, Connie, you have to know that even a lunatic is greedy."

Greed is the original sin of all human beings.

Connie was silent.

"Then why did he kill Nina?"

"Nina rejected Lei Wen. As a boyfriend, Oscar should be happy. He loves Nina, so it is unlikely that he will kill Nina... Then who killed Nina?"

"Oscar. The key to everything is Oscar."

Sherlock stood up and walked over to the fire.

Reflecting the firelight, he became silent.

Connie looked at his back, as if his words "Think, Connie, learn to think."

After tidying up the miscellaneous hair on her head, Connie calmed down.

Let Lei Wen treat him as dead, don't get entangled, the second brother who coveted Nina was probably killed by Oscar, and the elder brother was accidentally injured... The fake Oscar was probably also the one hired by the real Oscar, he wants to become Lei Wen Wen, naturally wants to let the former self disappear, and also let Lei Wen disappear.It was a bit strange for Raven to do things like dismemberment and burning. She thought it was a cover-up, but Sherlock acquiesced at that time... So this cover-up was done by Oscar?

It's not surprising that perverts are like this.

Well, get rid of all the other dead.

nina.

Oscar wants to kill Nina.

Not because Nina betrayed him, but for what?

Hate because of love is not an option.

Could it be that he is still doing it for money?

"That sea of ​​flowers is a confession." Sherlock said suddenly.

Only, it wasn't Raven's promise, it was Oscar's.

Blessed to the soul, Connie only felt that it was extremely frightening.

He walked slowly to the window, facing the light, the melodious sound of the violin sounded.

Like the most beautiful lullaby.

The author has something to say: Hahahaha, I, Big Sherlock, never make mistakes!

You fish-lipped mortals! (￣︶￣)

——Inner drama or something~

The author tried his best, let's make up the rest of the cuteness by yourself~~~<(￣ˇ￣)/