[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

In the winter of 2005, he was drawn back to London by a bet made by Mycroft.

His combined master's and doctoral studies are about to end in five months. In fact, he handed in his graduation thesis to the professor three months ago, and he is obviously very satisfied.

He can also have his own time to study his deductive reasoning.

So he returned to London, partly for this experiment.

He needs a new, unfamiliar environment.

221B, this is the apartment that Mycroft arranged for him to live in.

Before he moved in, he had read all the documents, the Hudson's, and the adopted daughter Connie's.

Here's another gift from Mycroft—his sayings.

And indeed, the girl caught his attention.

Connie, 12, appeared on the streets of London one winter ago and was soon adopted by Mrs. Hudson.

This is all the information available to the British Government.

This oriental girl, whose origin is unknown and how she came to London, speaks poor English and has a timid personality.

Just like a hamster, it can be frightened and cry at the slightest sign of trouble.

He knocked on that door with his only friend.

Then, he saw a pair of indescribable eyes.

At least at that moment, he felt that the existence of this girl seemed extremely irregular.

"Excuse me, are you the tenant who came to see the house?" The small crisp voice was slightly sweet, like throat lozenges eaten in summer, which melted as soon as it was put into the mouth, with a strong fragrance and Refreshing sweetness.

There seemed to be many emotions mixed on that small face, but they were very obvious.

Moreover, she seemed a little afraid of him.

——Although it has been a long time, everyone around me has been like this, but there has never been a person who showed a look of fear when they met for the first time.

This is a girl like a hamster.

Walking into the apartment, the fresh mint aroma filled the room. I knew that she had spent a lot of time cleaning, and the clothes still had the smell of detergent on her clothes. Her little hands were red and swollen, and her expression was a bit tired, but she smiled very much. kind.

Like butting those useless peddlers.

But such a smile is not annoying.

He's starting to feel good about it.

After the house was settled, he was in a good mood.

Before leaving, he somehow said his name first—this kind of meaningless self-introduction.

She gave a dumbfounded expression.

Seems to know him—or rather the name Sherlock Holmes.

But she obviously didn't know Holmes, only Sherlock Holmes.

But she didn't know him, they were strangers.

This kind of expression, like the sky is falling, completely caught his attention.

She thought she had left, but he saw all her reactions.

When she turned back to the kitchen to make tea, she even poured a whole floor of hot water.

According to the information, she is a serious and careful girl.

Just like what he felt when he was with her just now.

This is indeed a careful and considerate person, very serious and patient, and even has a stability that ordinary children do not have.

Maybe she is just like what Mycroft said, and she really has some secrets.

And this secret, he couldn't see through it, and neither could McCoff.

But he thinks that this 12-year-old girl will bring infinite fun to his life in London.

Everything was to his liking.

On the second day of my stay, there was an explosion in London.

Connie is very quiet, she never disturbs herself, and she doesn't do unnecessary thinking.

She makes good coffee.

He loves hot coffee whenever he can.

This girl is more than average.

Not like the frail sheep in Scotland Yard.

Among the police officers I knew because of the subway bombing, there was probably only one Lestrade who was slightly better.

Stupid, but self-aware.

And that Hoh Xil coroner, she is smarter than the average person.

In the middle of the night, he was bored.

Then Connie woke up.

In fact, he was just wandering downstairs, and she came out of the door wrapped in a quilt, with sleepiness in her eyes.

A sleepy hamster.

Thinking of the symbols at the explosion site, he said it out of nowhere.

I always feel that she will surprise me.

It turns out he's never wrong.

This hamster is really lucky.

Some people live by luck and ignorance, and she has humility... not bad.

Among the many fragments, he was missing only one piece, and this piece happened to be made up by her.

Who says it's not luck.

Maybe they would be a good fit.

Age has never been a consideration for him. This lady hamster may be qualified to be his assistant, and she needs to be trained... For Connie ten years later, he believes that they will get along very happily.

With so many unsolved mysteries, she looks like the best candidate for now.

So, observing her became something he must do every day.

After all, she will be his assistant in the future - who says no, he needs to tap more of her strengths and potential.

Her knife skills are good, for a 12-year-old girl, she is better than some helpers in some Chinese restaurants.

"Your knife skills are good."

"Thank you." She was clearly amused.

"Perhaps you can cut some cortex for me."

Her expression pleased him even though she declined his invitation.

Of course, she must not know that this is inviting her to be her assistant, and inexperienced people always need some practice.

Being good with a knife had nothing to do with slicing brains, but somehow she tied the two together.

Her thinking is really interesting.he thinks.

He stood at the stairs, watching her take out mashed potatoes from the oven and stuff them into her mouth.

That stupid look made him frown.

But... good cooking skills, maybe it's another advantage?

After making up his mind to train his spare tire assistant, he gave her the right to use his cell phone and computer.

No one else has had such a privilege and she should feel lucky and honored.

But she grew bolder and dared to hand him a chocolate bar.

This sweet stuff.

He still likes her coffee.

Waking up to the smell of gunpowder early in the morning, he sent a text message.

Then the house exploded.

The 222 explosion was right next door, and even Connie's room was broken into a big hole.

Her luck is really good.

I don't know what her face will be when she comes back.

Also, he wanted coffee.

The noisy sheep made him irritated, and he began to daze while sitting on the sofa.

After a long time, she finally came back.

his coffee.

"A cup of coffee, two sugars, thank you." The coffee Mrs. Hudson made was simply unbearable to look at.

Stupid enough to add salt to coffee, no wonder Connie is such a good cook.

Seeing the broken house, her reaction did not make him so happy.

She seemed to take it for granted, and she didn't lose much, except for the unacceptable at first.

Mental quality is very good.Look, there are benefits to explosions, and he discovered one of her great advantages.

He was very happy with that meal.

Not just because of her craftsmanship—although it disliked a large group of people sitting together to eat.

The noisy environment disturbed her thinking.

But seeing that she was lucky enough to make up for the piece he was missing with a catty of pigeon eggs, he didn't care about it.

Who told him to be smart enough to obliterate these mortals.

Here comes McCoff.

"Don't forget why I asked you to come here." This elder brother who was about to be bald was still so annoying.

The purpose of coming here.

Yes.

It's been half a month.

He had never been on a case for so long.

He was eager to solve a riddle, but he didn't expect Connie to be so patient.

He has always been impatient.

"My business is none of your business."

As a result, he exposed his true nature even under a plate of meat.

This stupid brother.

No coffee, not happy.

Everyone is drinking scented tea.

daisy?Shame on McCoff.

He didn't like rose tea, it reminded him of that stupid sheep Lestrade.

"I want tea." No coffee, sugar is better than salt.

For some reason, Connie smiled happily again.

This was the first time that she smiled so unscrupulously that her face was crooked.

Is it so funny?

He discovered another problem with her—the mystery of the joke—maybe she is different from others?

Yes, how could the people he picked be the same as those stupid people?

She is different from him and them.

This knowledge made him feel novel and excited.

The author has something to say: There are two updates today, and one update is here~ It’s really embarrassing for the author to write about Sherlock’s inner analysis or something...Someone mentioned a small episode or something, the author is thinking about KKK, but for the time being I haven't come up with a good one yet, I will update it from time to time.Okay, happy reading, the author is going to take a lunch break~ another update at night~