[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

I dance in blood, you freeze in ice.

We love each other forever.

Tut tut...

It's rare for a big man to write suspense mystery novels so poetically and romantically.

In the room on the second floor, Connie curled up on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, stuffing snacks into her mouth while reading mystery novels in front of the fireplace.

Sigh from time to time.

The house is incredibly comfortable.

Although there is a fireplace, Xia Tuhao also installed geothermal heat and air conditioning.

Since the electricity bills here are all deducted from Sherlock, she decided to save some electricity bills for Mrs. Hudson, so she ran up.

Sherlock had gone out early in the morning, and she was still making breakfast when she left, and the floor heater upstairs was on.

This prodigal son ==.

Then, Connie came up to warm up again without the slightest psychological burden~

After the last triplet murder case ended, Connie stayed at home, Mrs. Hudson ran out every day because of the nourishment of love, and Sherlock ran on both sides of the crime scene in the police station. Husband took over to solve the case, and the days were very fulfilling, and he didn't disturb her sleep with bullets. Occasionally, some of the information she was asked to find was also the work at hand.

Don't be too carefree in your little days! d=====(￣▽￣*)b

After November, Christmas is not far away, this is the rhythm of Chinese New Year...

So Connie also slacked off, except for the necessary three meals a day, the rest of the time she could not move.

Unlike before, her body was full of fat, but now it was just a small bamboo pole, and if she was not careful, she would be a popsicle that froze to death, and she couldn't store up the fat, so she could only hide in the house to keep warm.

As soon as she was free, she felt bored, so she picked up what she used to do to kill time—reading novels.

Torrestrade borrowed two novels, and went to Sherlock's room every day to warm up and read novels.

Love stories really didn’t arouse her interest, and the vampire theme was even more tiresome, and suspenseful reasoning was what she was fascinated with recently. Although the author wrote a bit romantic, the plot of the reasoning was quite suitable. realistic.

And his muse also appears to be an NYPD detective who is now his public girlfriend.

After reading the whole book in one go, Connie sighed with some regret when she saw the ending where a pair of lovers died in love.

Damn old lady's most annoying abuse + tragedy + digging holes to leave suspense.

This goddamn author has done it all! ! !

"Snapped".

Closing the book with one hand, she picked up the half-cold scented tea, made some hot water, and drank it all in one gulp.

Have a cup of chrysanthemum tea to quench the fire...

There was a crackling sound, thinking about adding some firewood to it, Connie wrapped her padded jacket, and was about to go downstairs for activities and prepare lunch.

It is worth mentioning that although Mrs. Hudson has been spending time outside so much that she doesn't want to go home.

Her culinary skills are still good, and the two of them go home for three meals a day →_→.

Cooking skills are in hand, I have the world ╭(╯^╰)╮It’s so spicy~~~

However, since knowing Henry's identity as the boss of the West End, Connie has struggled for a while. Although it can be seen that he is really kind to Mrs. Hudson, she can't help but feel uneasy...

Especially on the third night of her sleepless night, a small detail that she had neglected suddenly exploded.

In the BBC, when Sherlock and Watson went to rent a house, he once said that he seemed to help Mrs. Hudson convict her husband a few years ago... It’s been a long time, but this stalk still made her I had fun for two days.

Although Connie knows that the plot is the plot, and the reality is the reality, even if there are inextricable connections between the two, they are different after all.

Among the variables, for example, she, for example, Sherlock lived in 221B Baker Street so early.

Bugs are everywhere, but for her this is real life.

So there was a sense that this was real life, and with Sherlock's words, her sense of security was soaring that she never talked about it with Mrs. Hudson.

However, she still had some unavoidable worries.

Because what she cared about most was Mrs. Hudson.

When she was homeless and wandering around, it was not just a few words of sympathy and a few pitying eyes, but even though her life was a little tight, she was adopted as a woman and sincerely regarded her as a writer. people people.

To say that Sherlock is the deepest link between her and her past is just her own obsession. What Mrs. Hudson brought her was a real sense of security in being here.

Hey……

It's so frustrating...

Thinking about it in my heart, the first dish came out.

Cashew Shrimp.

Turning around to look at the soup that was boiled in the morning, the taste was a bit bland, so I added some salt, took out the medicinal materials inside, and only the ribs and soup were left, and brought the soup to the table with gloves on.

After washing the pot, the oven lights up with a "ding" sound, and a whole roast duck is freshly baked, full of aroma.

There are also four bowls of steamed eggs with mushrooms in the stew pot.

The four dishes and the rice, except for the cashew nuts and shrimps, are almost all prepared in the morning, which is extremely easy.

Kitchen artifact, you deserve it =￣ω￣=.

I looked at my watch, it was 12 seconds until 30:30.

Connie set the table and chopsticks and stared at the phone page for a five-second countdown.

"5.4.3.2..."

"Connie, we are back, oh! It smells so good~"

→_→ This kind of skill of entering the house between 12:29:55 and 59 seconds every day is too accurate.

Should it be said that the golden finger lit by the boss of the West District is really pulling wildly?

Seeing Henry leaning in front of a table of dishes with a dreamy expression on his face, his eyes sparkling, Connie yelled.

Again.

This shit doesn't look like a gangster! ! ! ! ?

"Oh~ why is there no mashed potatoes today? But it still looks delicious..." While speaking, his nose still moved.

A certain person doesn't have the self-consciousness of a gang boss at all, and his cuteness is becoming more and more out of rhythm. Connie, who is 12 years old, is also a no-brainer.

"If you like it, sir, I'll make a separate one for you at night, but it's not good to eat too much mashed potatoes. Sir, you should pay attention to your body when you are old." This is what makes Connie even more helpless. It’s light, and I like to eat vegetarian... This style of painting is not right enough, but now I follow Mrs. Hudson (what’s wrong...), and I have become fond of meat, and I can’t put it down for spicy hot pot and snacks == .

"Oh, that's really nice. Thank you, dear Connie." Henry happily put his arms around Connie and kissed her forehead, smiled meaningfully at her stiffness, and then happily ignored her advice.

"Dear girl, please believe me." A sincere and solemn voice suddenly sounded in Connie's ear.

She looked at Henry suddenly, seeing his unusually serious appearance at the moment, and then glanced at Mrs. Hudson who was serving the meal, with a frown between her brows.

His expression at the moment was more serious than any other appearance she had ever seen, and the faint sternness emanating from his brows and eyes was the kind of blood that a person who has lived on the edge of a knife all year round has.

And Henry's inadvertent aura is not at the same level as the gangsters she saw who wanted to kill her when she first came here.

A touch of fear surfaced in his heart, but his sincere eyes seemed to carry a calming force, making people unconsciously want to believe him.

"Okay." In fact, if you ask yourself, she is not qualified to control it. It's just her worry about Mrs. Hudson, and she still said that sentence unconsciously.

Because of his convincing strength, and his tone of sincerely begging her as Mrs. Hudson's daughter.

"Oh~ honey, the rice you serve is very delicious. I think this winter will pass, and I will gain weight again."

"Where is it, you are already thin, eat more, winter is coming, how can you survive the winter without storing more fat, besides, you are not young, you should pay attention to keeping warm blabla..." Finally, after meeting Connie again, she has become a golden pot Hudson's nagging body has come out again.

Connie looked at Henry, who kept nodding his head like a loyal dog, and his eyes were dull.

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He was talking to her so seriously one second, and followed Mrs. Hudson like a dog's leg the next second.

Is it really stupid to change the style of painting so quickly?

"Well, you should eat more too. I'll take Connie to the market later to buy more ingredients. Don't be picky about food. You should eat vegetarian food. It's not good to only eat meat, and there are also fruits. You need to have a balanced diet... You seem to be thinner than when I knew you recently, and I will feel distressed like this bamboo pole..." Mrs. Hudson was undoubtedly happy when she heard this.

Connie said that her teeth were sore and her eyes were blind.

It's okay to abuse the dog.

Have you two known each other for a month and one lost weight and the other gained weight?

Mrs. Hudson wanted to say that she was really thin before, but her weight has skyrocketed this year, okay?

I didn't see the looming swimming ring and the double chin can't be covered by the turtleneck sweater...

Tired.

#世界Why should I do this to me#Desperate face

Sherlock hadn't come back at noon, and without the protection of the aura of the great god, Connie had to rely on her bloody skin to endure the high-intensity pampering for half an hour.

Finally, after washing the dishes with a 20.00% health bar, he got into Henry's car.

Fuck, the boss in the West End drove her to buy groceries!

Connie didn't feel real until she put on her seat belt.

Scratching her head, she watched Henry slowly drive towards the market at a speed of thirty yards.

Feeling slightly...