[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Sherlock no longer opened his mouth to praise, but cast a nice look.

Connie understood the meaning of the eyes in his daily behavior very well now, and she got used to it.

#看吧，As long as it is not a pile of brain holes about solving the case, her ability to observe words, colors and eyes is still good#

#I think back then she couldn't understand the nonsense of 'he loves her, you can tell by looking at her eyes'#

#What the hell are those eyes?#

"Then let's go!" Connie got up, put on her coat and scarf, and wrapped herself up in a ball.

Sherlock also picked up his coat and scarf, and a few seconds later the two disappeared into the room.

"Hey, where's the person?" Alex turned around and came out, but he couldn't see the person.

Martha knocked on the third plate, and simply wiped her handbag to wait for her son to come back to wash the dishes.

"Oh, Alex, I'm late for my appointment, I'm leaving first. Are you going to class today?"

Alex nodded: "It's the study group."

Martha nodded, and kissed her forehead: "Then I'll take you there, I happened to wait in the park along the way."

"But Connie and Sherlock..."

"Don't worry, they must be next door, and Connie has fingerprints, don't worry."

Alex took off his apron and went out with his coat and schoolbag.

The moment the two had just walked downstairs, Sherlock and Connie got into a taxi outside the corner, and the two teams missed it perfectly.

Connie, who hasn't been out for a long time, can't accept the air-conditioning at first. You know, she is a very cold-tolerant species.

The exhaled breath turned into white smoke, and within a few minutes, her little face turned red.

Oops, I forgot to take my gloves.

Connie got into the car annoyed, and gritted her teeth looking at her hands that were frozen stiff.

Oncoming two groups of black wool.

"Sherlock?"

"Bring it on." He closed the car door, and the car was filled with heaters, which immediately warmed up.

Well, in the car anyway.

Connie rubbed her hands together and put on gloves that were obviously too big by more than one size.

so warm...

Sherlock's hands are like natural furnaces.

#This kind of winter is cold even if you wear gloves#

#It really is Sherlock, the gloves are so warm that it is unreasonable#

There are a lot of pedestrians on the side of the road. Although there is no sun today, the weather is still very bright. Many young couples take advantage of the afternoon for a walk, and many couples who hold hands and kiss directly kill a group of single dogs.

Some traffic jams, but not too long.

The two went around and turned to the Empire State Building.

Connie was confused: "Didn't you say that the Empire State Building has no bombs?"

Sherlock sneered: "No. But the satellite scanned many buildings in New York, but no bombs were found, so... the information he gave should still be in the Empire State Building."

Connie gasped.

I don't know whether to be surprised that Sherlock has swept almost all of New York in such a short amount of effort, or surprised that he has swept all of New York without sweeping out the bombs.

Turning her head to glance at Sherlock's unhappy face, she silently took back the gloves she took off when she got off the car.

"Dididi" Both of their mobile phones rang.

Connie looked at the incoming call, and Beckett suddenly became alert.

"Hello?" She hurriedly picked up the phone.

Sherlock looked over, intently.

Connie had to turn on the speakerphone and watch Sherlock let his phone ring.

Glancing at the name above.

Poor Richard.

"Connie, is Sherlock with you?" Beckett asked.

Connie replied, "Yeah, we're together. I'm on speakerphone... Is there a clue to the bomb?"

"Yes..." Her voice was heavy.

"It's a portrait of you."

What the fuuck!?

There was a long silence on both sides.

"Officer Beckett, are you mistaken..." She swore that Sherlock had better be able to hold Moriarty in his arms in her lifetime, otherwise she would never have any pure life in this life!

"The portrait is hidden in the wooden box in the dark compartment on the top floor, and there is a password to turn off the bomb... Also, as Connie you expected, this is really a missile. Now we will send the missile back to the National Security Agency for protection. Well, the rest may depend on your help." Hearing Beckett's voice, it was obvious that there was a more difficult matter.

National Security Agency. NSA.

Hehe, the U.S. government doesn't even recognize the existence of such a mysterious institution that is equivalent to the relevant department of A...there is such a fucking thing?

Connie is confused*2

"Wait, you mean that missile is from the NSA?" Connie asked in a panic.

Beckett's voice was heavy, and he hung up the phone after a hmm.

Connie is messy in the wind, confused*2+crit*2

How many times has she never burned incense before, and she wants to mess with such a dangerous person!

"Is it okay to steal a missile from the NSA?"

Sherlock took off the scarf and rewrapped it: "Nothing is impossible, it's not difficult. As long as you have a relationship."

Connie's eyes lit up and she looked at him.

That's right, there is a clue now!

After finishing speaking, Sherlock turned around and got into the taxi again: "Let's go."

"To the US Security Agency?" Connie couldn't help herself excitedly.

"Statue of Liberty."

Indifferent face W(￣_￣)W

#Oh she just followed quietly#

After 10 minutes, the two arrived at the port.

Connie watched Sherlock circle and circle by the river, looking at him in bewilderment.

Sherlock turned to see her face and waved to her.

Connie's eyes lit up, and she ran over immediately.

"What's wrong?" Is it time to decipher?

"..." He didn't speak, and motioned Connie to look at the river.

Connie scanned it carefully, then looked at Sherlock with nothing.

"what?"

"so?"

and so.

so?

so what...

Damn, it's not enough to mention her rank in such a profound way.

"stupid." He let out a breath of cold air and flicked her forehead.

"Ow!" Child abuse!

"This is Hudson river." His deep magnetic voice reappeared.

Connie didn't care about the pain anymore, she was stunned for a while, looking at the river: "Hudson river..."

"So my portrait=Connie Hudson=hudsonriver=Statue of Liberty?" This kind of reasoning should not be called.

People with high IQs, whether they are policemen or criminals, have amazing brains that make people angry!

Anyway, she is also a headhole Kang who is famous for her brains!

It's fine to crush her in terms of IQ, but this kind of illogical reasoning, which is simply called brain hole, really hurt her self-esteem!

The author has something to say: The second watch is coming! ~~~

The author went to eat.

After dinner, come to the third watch.

There must be a thick and long one in the third watch! ! !

Happy reading, huh! (づ￣3￣)づ