[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

This is a rich and hard day.

However, Connie has a busy night ahead.

Sherlock, who came back in the middle of the night, brought back a small pistol, which caused Connie to think that Mr. Sherlock had done something earth-shattering that day at first glance. Later, it seemed that there was indeed a curly blessing in the BBC. Hobbies - shooting holes in walls when bored.

...well, geniuses are always special.

"Connie, I'm very grateful for your calmness. But your pajamas are a little worn out, and the bacteria on them have grown to at least 60.00%..." Seeing that Connie recovered in an instant, Hudson began to Yelling loudly, Sherlock felt that it was a mistake not to have considered this annoying old lady when choosing this apartment in the first place.He casually praised Connie and went back to his room.

Connie, who was praised in place, was left with stars in her eyes.

Although I know it's just a casual boast, but Ma Ma, that's Sherlock Holmes!Even if it's a casual compliment, it's one... At most two slaps can be counted... And it's such a normal compliment without sarcasm!

"Oh, my God, there is still a need for guns on Baker Street, what a..." Mrs. Hudson was still chattering, and Connie smiled a little silly, holding the 60.00 bags she had just put away. % Bacteria's pajamas walked into the room.

Bacteria or something...

whatever it is...

The next morning, at almost dawn, Connie got up. It wasn't that he got up early, but that Mr. Holmes seemed to be unhappy again. —Oh, how did you say she knew the gentleman was punching the floor and not the wall?

That's because - what the hell he hit her ceiling!

Fortunately, the apartment at 221B is of good quality, and Mrs. Hudson put a lot of effort into the decoration. Otherwise, she might be pierced by a bullet before she woke up.

But still, she was tormented by the "bang bang bang" sound, and under the infinite obstruction of the sound insulation board, she finally got out of bed soberly at dawn and walked out of the room.

"...Mr. Holmes." She numbly looked at someone who was wrapped in a sheet, standing on the stairs with bare feet.Seeing her open the door and come out, a smirk that anyone with a discerning eye could see and call it an artificial smirk appeared on her face.

It's a pity that the little canine teeth really added points to him, even if it's a fake smile, people can't help but feel cute.

"Can I help you, Mr. Holmes." She sighed helplessly, half of her anger was lost by her big white teeth, and the rest was suppressed by herself.

"A cup of coffee and two candies. Thank you." Then she returned to the room wrapped in a sheet and barefoot.

Connie looked at the deserted street through the window, and there seemed to be a puff of smoke above her head.

Drilled countless holes in her roof early in the morning, just to wake her up and make a cup of coffee! ?

(ノ｀Д)ノ Now she wants to scream up to the sky and get lost!Don't anyone stop her!

But thinking is just thinking.

In the end, little girl Connie obediently made coffee and brought it to the second floor. Facing Sherlock's body still wrapped in a scarf, she expressed that she had no interest in those rotten girls.

"Mr. Holmes, your coffee." She put down the coffee cup and was about to exit the room with the tray.

"Connie."

"Yes?"

"What's the date today?"

"...[-]th. July [-]th." After thinking about the time she saw when she picked up her phone, she replied.

"And what about yesterday?"

"... what?" Today is the eighth day, I don't know what day was yesterday?Oh god, this gentleman is not playing her.

His flaxen green eyes passed over with an indifferent gaze, and Connie felt her scalp go numb for a moment: "Yesterday was July 2005, 7, sir."

Looking away, Connie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did you read the news about the bombing yesterday?" He asked again.

Ouch, what day is it today? Sherlock, the aloof male god, would ask such nonsense... "No, sir, it's not time to send today's newspaper." Looking at the slightly bright sky, she looked unpredictable. Answered one sentence.

Look at the ghost, she was still on the bed just now!

So why did this big boss call her here? ?

Also, she clearly saw a look of satisfaction in the gentleman's eyes.

satisfy! ?What the hell is that?Someone explain it to her!

weak face...

"What does Connie think of the number seven?"

Connie: Convex.Whether it is life or death, you can decide in one fell swoop.

"Connie." This polite and sincere smile...

"7 is a sacred number. In China...the East has a mysterious color, while the West calls it the number of God." After thinking about it, I seem to have read some scriptures recently, and there are some mentions about numbers in it. , Similar to sayings like 3, 4, and 7, she said it based on what she saw in her impression.

"Oh?" Sherlock's eyes lit up, as if he was very interested in it.He changed his posture and turned his direction to Connie, indicating that he was very interested in continuing to listen, and raised his chin slightly to indicate that he would let her continue.

Connie, on the other hand, miraculously understood this meaning in seconds.

"...Many countries are in awe of the number 7, not only because of its mystery and sacredness, but also because it is full of magic. Especially in West Asia, 7 is a symbol of order in the universe and spirit, because it is the number 3 Combination with 4... There are 7 days in a week, 7 stars in the Big Dipper, 7 winks in the rainbow, 7 notes in the scale, 7 chakras in the human body, 7 pillars of wisdom in Buddhism... etc., in a word, 7 It represents the exploration and excavation of most of the unknown and the truth..." Barabara recited all the things written in the words book she saw to Sherlock, and felt a little surprised to see his inexplicably darkened eyes.

But seeing that he was lost in thought again, she didn't say much, and took advantage of this opportunity to go out with the tray in her arms.

My god, if I don't leave and get asked some weird questions, it will be a real headache.

After going downstairs, Connie got back into the bed directly, ready to catch up on the cage sleep.

Fortunately, this time Mr. Holmes didn't hold a gun to her to test the practicality of the ceiling, otherwise she was really afraid that one day Mr. Holmes would walk in her room...and fall into her room.