[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Two days after being hospitalized, Connie went through the discharge procedures and stayed in the hospital for two days before being allowed to be discharged. Sherlock was relieved a day earlier than she was, and she was so envious of her.

It is said that after the bomb incident, he became more silent. Connie talked to him when she had nothing to do, and it turned out that she had been thinking about some unimportant things, and he had nothing to say about the case. They didn't talk about it, and in the end Connie herself felt that she was annoying.

But he didn't have any impatience, he just listened quietly, neither angry nor angry, but he didn't speak.

This abnormality made Connie speechless.

It seems to be pissed off.

As a result, on the day Sherlock was discharged from the hospital, she even sent him off - in fact, the doctor ordered him to stay in the hospital for an extra day, but he obviously couldn't stand the noise and mess in the hospital.

Before leaving, Sherlock finally agreed to open his mouth.

But he asked a nonsensical question.

"Does being my assistant bother you?"

Connie could see that his look represented real confusion.

assistant?bothered?

After thinking about it, she shook her head solemnly: "No." Isn't it just sweeping the house, cooking, and occasionally being a material courier? What's so troublesome about this.

She doesn't charge money in 221B and doesn't know how to do housework on weekdays. He spent 1500 pounds a month to hire her to do these things.

Although she was a little surprised by Sherlock's question, she knew that Sherlock was not a person who would joke casually, and she could see that this was a serious question, so she answered it more seriously after thinking about it.

Sherlock seemed to relax a lot, obviously satisfied with Connie's answer, but he frowned slightly after a while: "This explosion..."

Connie saw Richard who came to pick him up from behind, and patted Sherlock's hand: "Thanks to Sherlock, I got out of the water alive, and I almost forgot before I said thank you." ...Okay, Richard is here to pick you up from the hospital..." Alex was also with her, but she obviously wasn't here to pick up Sherlock.

The bento boxes and vacuum flasks in hand are all Connie likes to eat.

Immediately, Connie turned and walked towards Alex without looking at Sherlock again, so naturally she didn't notice his strange expression at the moment.

But for a moment, his emotions were all in his eyes again.

No one saw the difference at this moment.

"Sherlock, I'll pick you up." Richard was already a fan of Sherlock.

You must know that when he figured out the trick of the bomber, Sherlock sent a text message asking Beckett to go to the Statue of Liberty. The bomber escaped with Connie once in a place like that.

Richard, who heard about everything afterwards, obviously admired Sherlock and didn't want it.

Although he imagined it for a while, he was ridiculed by his daughter and mother that he would not be able to get out if he changed people, because the coffin probably couldn't even hold one of them...

When Alex saw Sherlock looking over, his eyes flickered for a moment, but he saw that his eyes were full of complacency, and then saw Connie looking at the food in her hand with a face that was about to drooling, and suddenly felt bewildered.

Why does it sound like Sherlock is provoking her?

She handed the bento box in her hand to Connie, watched her run into the house and started to eat, then turned to look at Sherlock.

But he saw him walking straight towards him, with a superior look in his eyes: "Alex, I think yesterday's question has an answer today, and I have already asked Connie myself."

That question from yesterday?

About him taking people into the basement without authorization?

Alex was a little surprised: "What did she say?"

"It doesn't bother her."

"..." Seeing him straightening his scarf with a serious face, the corners of Alex's mouth twitched.

"This is not such a question..."

"Since she doesn't think it will cause trouble, then the problem you mentioned doesn't exist, does it?"

Alex hesitated to speak, then looked at Connie who was calling her inside: "Alex is delicious!" Suck!

My brain suddenly twitched.

"What are you whispering? Why can't I understand?" Richard looked at Connie and swallowed quietly while wolfing down.

It was made by his precious daughter, and he was not allowed to eat it first. He wanted to bring it to Connie first. Although he ate a lot on the way, seeing how delicious Connie's food was, he still couldn't help swallowing it. Drooling.

It was just a casual question, but unexpectedly these two people stopped talking uncharacteristically, which immediately caught Richard's attention.

#Very good you two have successfully caught my attention#

Looking at Sherlock and looking at his own daughter, I always feel that the atmosphere is a bit rivalry, but it is not so harmonious!

"What's the matter? Is there something between you?"

His indifferent eyes swept over the people in the room who were buried in their heads, and turned around towards the door: "No, let's go."

Alex took the thermos and kissed his father: "Dad, you go back to eat quickly, if you don't go back, grandma will probably eat yours and Beckett's."

Richard's eyes flickered, he struggled for a while and finally asked: "Really don't tell me?" With an ecstatic expression that if you don't tell me, I will itch to death.

Alex smiled helplessly: "Just something about Connie."

Seeing this, Richard stopped asking.

"Okay then, call me if you need something." Seeing his daughter nodding, he kissed her forehead and ran towards Sherlock.

Totally an old kid.

Alex sighed, carrying the bottle into the room.

Richard rushed forward, almost unable to keep up with the long-legged Sherlock, and got into a taxi at the last second, and the two big men were divided into two sides.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but these two men both like to take taxis. Although they are rich and their family doesn't have a car, they never drive by themselves.

Asking side-by-side, Richard started to ask the questions that the two of them said before. He thought it would take a long time to dig, but who knew that he would say it as soon as he asked Sherlock.

"Alex was concerned about Connie's safety as my assistant, but Connie said it didn't bother her."

The corner of Richard's mouth twitched: "...So you mean, as long as it doesn't bother her, it's okay to be unsafe?" Why doesn't it feel right! ?

Sherlock frowned rarely, it was the kind of frown that was troubled by the question: "It is reasonable to say so." As long as she is not troubled, of course she can continue to be his assistant. As for whether it is safe or not, with him, Of course there will be no problem.

Looking at Sherlock's natural appearance, Richard felt that something was wrong.

"But Connie is still a child. She needs protection." She is still a minor, and of course the child's safety needs to be considered!

Sherlock nodded: "Of course, I will guarantee her most basic personal safety."

Richard frowned, and suddenly felt that Sherlock was a bit dangerous, at least for the little girl: "No, that's not all, I mean...she's just a child, she shouldn't go through such a thing..." When Xia Locke's assistant has been chasing all kinds of criminals all year round. Any parent would disagree, right?

Replacing Connie with Alex, as soon as Richard imagined, he had the feeling of cutting that man.

Sherlock turned to look out the window: "She has the right to choose." Besides, she was never an ordinary child.

As a result, the conversation went in a weird direction, and Richard fell into a cycle of contradictions.

Words don't convey what they mean, and it's not just a theme between the conversations of these two big men.

In the hospital, after the two left, Connie ate deliciously.

Alex was quite happy, and poured soup for Connie, and he was very proud of his craftsmanship when he saw her eating deliciously.

However, she still wanted to test Connie's tone.

"Connie is Sherlock's assistant. Is there any trouble?" Although he knew that the two were living together, it was obvious that Connie was Sherlock's assistant in the near future, and Alex felt that he was still very likely. Persuade her to quit such an unsafe job.

After all, Sherlock's assistant, not everyone has that fate... After asking Beckett to look up some past stories about Sherlock, Alex felt it was his responsibility to save his best friend from the flames!

Connie didn't notice Alex's anomaly at all.

trouble?

"It's okay, it was a little bit at the beginning, but I got used to it later." When I cleaned up Sherlock's room at the beginning, the room was always in a mess within two hours, so although the room was not dirty , but the chaotic rhythm doubled her workload!

But after finding out about Sherlock's habits, she also gained experience in organizing some books and their placement.

As for the laundry... Although it's a bit more troublesome than ordinary people's laundry process, she has always been an ingenious girl! ~

Seeing Connie pondering for a while, Alex thought that there were many questions, and suddenly felt happy.

After contemplating for a long time, Connie actually said no with a satisfied face, and her slightly ecstatic look almost made a mouthful of old blood spurt out of her throat.

"No? But isn't Connie afraid? Like this incident." Alex was very surprised. Where is the psychological endurance of the little friend?

Connie looked at Alex who was a little surprised, and replied inexplicably: "This time it was just an accident." She is not someone who follows Sherlock all day long, but she is in the United States, and Lestrade was kidnapped , after all, we need to be more active~

Alex disagreed: "An accident will happen the first time, and it will happen the second time. I think you should keep a certain distance from Sherlock."

Connie was dumbfounded: "He lives upstairs from me..." How can this distance be maintained.

Alex looked resentful: "I mean, you don't want to be his assistant anymore, no amount of money is as important as safety!"

Connie froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

Alex is suffocated, is this heartless still laughing?

Seeing that the beauty was angry, Connie immediately restrained her smile: "Don't be angry... I didn't mean it... But, Alex may have misunderstood. Although I am Sherlock's assistant, I am only responsible for helping him clean up the room, wash clothes, It’s just sorting out trivial matters and occasionally helping him find and translate some necessary information, not the dangerous work of following him to the crime scene.” This kind of tiring and unsafe work is of course better left to Lestrade .

Alex was dumbfounded, with a strange expression on his face: "Is this what you do?" Then why did Sherlock have that attitude.

"Enn, so don't worry, the nature of my job is not dangerous at all, let alone Sherlock gives 1500 pounds a month, where can I find such a good thing, you know, it is really not easy to work at my age Yes, and the salary is also low... Don't look at Sherlock always with a slumped face, but he is actually very kind..."

Alex was suspicious: "Really?"

Connie nodded heavily: "It's better than gold, but I can't blame Sherlock for what happened under the goddess statue. I can't swim. If he didn't pull me up, I guess I'd have to stay in the hospital for a few more days..." Thinking of the feeling of choking on the water, Connie had goosebumps and stuffed another mouthful of rice into her mouth.

Alex exhaled: "Okay then, since that's the case..."

"You can eat too." Connie handed over the fork, holding the chopsticks herself.

Alex took it, forked a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

Connie happily covered their legs with the quilt, and they sat on the bed facing each other while eating and chatting.

Seeing that Alex is also eating well, he also chatted with a smile.

Connie took a sip of the soup: "But before that, you don't know, he always asks me to be his assistant to slice his brains. When I tidy up his refrigerator every day, what I see is not milk, honey and fruit. It's a person with a severed head, arms and legs, just facing the refrigerator door... At the beginning, I was so scared that I had nightmares for several days..." After chatting, Connie didn't have any scruples, and chatted with her little friend A topic that has never been said before.

At that time, Sherlock's occasional gunshots gave her a sense of security.

#Somewhere there is always a kind of rushing foot that I want to grow crooked#

With a "click", the fork in Alex's hand fell off and hit the thermos bottle. Fortunately, Connie caught it and did not fall to the ground.

Connie looked up, looked into her terrified eyes, and suddenly realized that this topic is still not so suitable to talk about during dinner, and smiled awkwardly: "Hehe... Sorry, we started talking without paying attention, why don't we talk about it?" Talk about something else? You know, Sherlock is very good at the violin, he will always stand in front of the rainy window and play the violin, and in winter, he will light up the fireplace and make a cup of coffee, the life is not so pleasant..." Except Mrs. Hudson Always eat too many desserts and snacks that lead to tooth decay accidents.

Too bad it can't be saved.

Alex has come to a conclusion about Sherlock: let Connie, a caring and quiet little girl, eat braised pork unaffected while talking about stumps, severed hands and human heads. The reaction a normal girl should have!

She must pull her little friend to keep a distance from Sherlock!

#计划进化She feels that she needs foreign aid and formulates long-term, medium-term, short-term and short-term and assault plans, etc.#