[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Eight hours of flight, arrived in London on time.

Coming out of the airport, Connie saw Mrs. Hudson and Mr. Henry who greeted them at the gate.

Speaking of which, Connie was taken aback.

The former subordinates of the boss in the West District, the grocery shopping uncles who had monopolized most of the supermarkets at this time, stood in a row, each with a bag of vegetables in their hands. When they saw Connie, they stomped their feet one after another, and a "Welcome" resounded through the sky. Come back" rang at the gate of the airport.

Holy crap, Connie almost peed in fright.

Facing the pointing and pointing of the people around, Connie smiled back abruptly with a bright red face: "Thank you."

"We arrived early in the morning. All the uncles in the market came to pick you up today. When they heard that you were kidnapped, they all expressed their concern for you." Mrs. Hudson was very naive.

The corners of Connie's eyes twitched, she looked at Mr. Henry's doting smile, and felt a tornado blowing through her mind.

"Really, thank you so much." She bowed, but saw that the other side also bowed at ninety degrees in unison.

Henry smiled very satisfied.

Connie: "..."

"Connie." There was a shout from the side, and Connie looked over, and there was already Sherlock who had already fought beside him.

"Here we come!" Connie nodded towards Mrs. Hudson as if fleeing, and hurried to Sherlock.

"What, now, my daughter, Connie Hudson, a beautiful and lovely little girl who has just escaped from her captors and has not seen her for so long, neglects her dear mother even Without a single hug, I couldn't wait! Running towards that wild man!?" Mrs. Hudson supported her head and said in disbelief, as if she was going to faint immediately.

Henry hurriedly supported her: "Honey, Connie is just tired and wants to go home. When she gets home, she will give you a hug! Let's go home first." As he said, he helped her into the car and turned back Waved to a group of younger brothers: "The food will be sent to 221B later, it's none of your business."

"Yes! Boss!" Qi Shushu said.

terrified passers-by.

A car sped away.

Lestrade was dumbfounded.

"Hey, police officer, I see that you were injured for Miss Connie this time, do you want a ride? I can take you to the police station, and I'm going to take the food to 221B along the way." The last boy came by car alone , looking at Lestrade with a sluggish face, although he doesn't like the police, but he has changed his career to be a good citizen now, and this is another person close to Sherlock, and this time he was implicated again because of Connie , so the younger brother's face is also quite good.

"Thank you." Lestrade nodded, and got on the second seat, but saw the little boy waving his hand at him: "Sit in the back, don't crush my tomatoes."

Lestrade: "..."

Connie didn't know that she forgot to give Hudson a hug under her shock, which made Mrs. Hudson very sad.

And, Mrs. Hudson and her domineering husband, Mr. Henry, have officially hated Sherlock Holmes.

There are never too many beautiful misunderstandings~

It took Connie a long time to come back to her senses.

Sherlock wasn't as frightened as she was.

Cars arrived at 221B one after another, and everyone retreated one by one after putting down their vegetable bags.

Connie looked at the various dishes that filled the living room, almost enough to open a small vegetable market, and was dumbfounded.

"So many..." This can catch up with her five or six big purchases!

Henry pointed to the newly purchased double-door refrigerator in the living room.

"It's okay, Connie has suffered so much, she must make up for it, it's all in their hearts."

Connie looked at the refrigerator, which was twice as big as before, and was taken aback. Did you change the refrigerator?

However, with so many dishes, even the two refrigerators downstairs can't finish them all. The vegetables are fine, but the meat...

"Connie doesn't like it? What else do you want? I'll send someone to buy it right away!" Henry said proudly.

Connie hurriedly waved her hands: "No, no, I like it very much!"

"Oh?" Seeing Connie's anxious look, Henry smiled and patted the top of Connie's head. "Since I like it so much, Connie will eat more, and I will ask them to send more in the future."

Connie: "..."

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"I ate it on the plane."

Henry and Connie came and went, but Mrs. Hudson didn't say a word.

Connie didn't notice what was wrong with Mrs. Hudson at first, until she turned her back and Henry made some 'hug' 'hug' mouth shapes desperately, and Connie realized it.

He quickly gave Mrs. Hudson a big hug.

"I made you worry..." Mrs. Hudson hugged Connie, her sullen face immediately smiled brightly, and she looked proudly at her Ana and answered, getting him a thumbs up.

Immediately complacent.

Connie's hands around her waist behind her clapped Henry's outstretched right hand.

Victory is inflamed in their own eyes.

"Connie, coffee." The upstairs door opened, and Sherlock called.

"Okay." Responded.Connie let go of Mrs. Hudson and turned to the kitchen to make coffee.

So, without Sherlock knowing it, he offended Mrs. Hudson for the second time, doubling the value of his hatred.

The melodious sound of a violin came from the half-open door. Connie went up to the second floor with coffee, opened the door and saw his back.

Seems to have lost weight a bit...?

Ah... It's been a long time, and she suddenly felt so missed.

Connie was immersed in her emotions, standing at the door with a cup of coffee in her hand, staring blankly at the familiar figure from behind.

Sure enough, even though I don’t know, I’m still homesick...

Family?

Connie was taken aback, did she already consider this place her home?

"What are you doing in a daze?" The sound of the violin stopped abruptly, and he turned around, looking at Connie who was standing at the door.

"Oh..." Connie hurriedly took off her shoes and brought the plate in, only to find that a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the coffee table.

"My God!" Connie exclaimed, turning around in a circle.

"Don't bother me tomorrow." Sherlock obviously saw why she was shocked.

Connie frowned and opened the door of his room, and the damp breath rushed in. Although the sheets were not moldy, they still didn't feel very clean.

"I probably can't sleep on the quilt." Connie was a little distressed. She leaned closer to the quilt and smelled it. Although it was a duvet, it was obviously a little sour after not drying it for so long.

Not to mention Sherlock, she couldn't sleep, and when she thought about her room again, her face turned pale.

She rushed back to her room to have a look, and sure enough, she was sleeping on a quilt, which was damper than Sherlock's.

And she doesn't have geothermal heat yet.

"What's the matter?" Henry heard Connie's movement and ran out to ask.

As soon as she heard the question, she immediately clapped her hands: "Ah! I forgot to dry the quilt, but don't worry, there are still quilts at home, and they are newly bought, don't worry..." Connie breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's great, otherwise Sherlock and I would have to sleep on the sofa today!" Connie clapped her hands happily.

Henry's face darkened: "It seems that there is only one bed... Why, there is something wrong with Sherlock's quilt?"

Connie nodded: "Well, it's a little trendy."

"What does a little moisture matter, come on, I'll change the quilt for you first..." Henry said, a big man, what a little moisture is he afraid of!

Use the blazing yang energy to dry you up in minutes! ! !

Connie frowned and thought for a while: "Ah! It's just a good time to use the fireplace to smoke for a while, or just like this!" Connie took out the bamboo pole used to dry the quilt from the warehouse, and climbed up to the second floor.

Downstairs, Henry, who brought a newly bought silk duvet to the good girl, had a dark face like the bottom of a burnt pot.

"Sherlock..." He gritted his teeth, turned around and put the quilt on Connie's bed, and went back to the room to complain to his dear...

After arranging the shelves and lighting the fireplace, Connie moved out the quilt with a wheeze.

I have to say that although the duvet is a little lighter than the cotton quilt, the bed is big enough to sleep two Sherlocks. The size alone is enough to crush her to death.

After finally hanging the quilt flat, Connie breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing?" Sherlock asked curiously.

Connie wiped off her sweat and said, "Dry the quilt. Although it's not the sun, the fire is the same. Put on new sheets later, and you can sleep." Fortunately, Sherlock slept on a mattress, so she just Just need to change the sheets, otherwise I can't sleep in the middle of the night.

The author has something to say: a lot of good things are said...

The author originally estimated that it would be three or four [Indifferent face]

(☆_☆) I don’t have sei anymore, today I’m playing mahjong, and there are guests AND two little kids who have been playing hide-and-seek and screaming 〒_〒.

The author will save another one when this one is finished, but it’s probably too late, so I can’t wait to read it tomorrow.

I have something to do tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. If I have time, I will take the time.

But there will be three changes on Monday, this is guaranteed!

Alright, okay~ happy reading...