[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Say it! What did you do to my good girl!" Mr. Henry, who didn't dare to disturb his own Anada and the good girl, wrapped his coat and rushed into Sherlock's room without even urinating.

Sherlock changed into an identical bathrobe, and lazily lay half on the sofa with a coffee cup in his arms. His posture was very provocative. Henry rushed into the door at first, and seeing the beautiful scenery, he swallowed subconsciously.

Could it be that she is a good girl... No!It must be Sherlock!

snort!

It looks so noble, but it's just a black-bellied pervert!

His good girl is only [-] years old!This love!child!addiction!

"Oh! Don't use your dirty and stupid mind to judge me." Sherlock rarely let out a harsh word.

In the past, he probably would have just ignored the boss of the West District—an idiot with limbs but no brains.

As soon as these words came out, Sherlock looked at Henry's incomprehensible anger, and suddenly realized that he seemed to be too gentle with him.

Mrs. Hudson was a lady, an older lady, and Connie didn't mention it.

This Mr. Henry has indeed received "preferential treatment" from Hudson since he got well with Hudson, but...it seems that he has pushed his limits a bit.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Henry's intuition, which has been in the underworld for many years, immediately restrained his anger, and looked at Sherlock with a guilty conscience.

"Huh...what are you doing, what do you think I can do to her?" His unabashed contemptuous tone stunned Henry.

Yes, although his good girl is cute and cute, she is only [-] years old. Although Sherlock's personality is a little weird and his spirit is a little strange, there are also all kinds of blond beauties in his arms - even if he will shake his head within three days and go.

But a normal man should not be like this, plus Sherlock is still the second son of the Sherlock Holmes family...

Henry suddenly felt that he was a villain.

He completely forgot that a few seconds ago, he was still secretly cursing this perverted pedophile in his heart.

But Sherlock thought of Moriarty and the bomber... It seemed that Connie might have the potential to attract such a criminal.

Sherlock, who was half in thought, obviously forgot about Henry. After a while of embarrassment, Henry healed and ran back to his room secretly.

The door was ajar, and the cold wind was blowing in. When Sherlock came back to his senses, there was no one in the room. He came out of his thoughts, got up and closed the door, and dragged the quilt that was hanging out to cover himself. , curled up on the sofa and fell asleep like this.

Suddenly feel a little sleepy...

Early the next morning, Connie woke up in the half-bright sky.

Turning over, the soft and warm quilt made her squint and smile happily, rubbing the pillow before she realized it.

Huh?Didn't she remember sitting at the table drinking coffee yesterday?

Why did you come to bed?

When she got up, she saw that all the books piled on the bed had fallen to the floor, so she quickly picked them up and patted them.Run outside to get the remaining brochures.

But I found that they were all neatly placed on the table.

Relieved, she turned and stepped on a sticky spot on the floor.

At first glance, her body was stiff.

A basic science book, the cover has been more than half wet. After one night, the book has dried, but the yellow stain has also stuck to it.

Connie picked up the book with tears in her arms.

Oh my god, it's okay if the printed material gets wet, it's a book!A deadly expensive book!

Connie turned to the back without love.

£[-].

Ten times that is £[-].

"thunderbolt!"

It feels like the sky is thundering.

Or the kind that strikes from the sky.

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock went out still in his bathrobe.

He seems to be very energetic.

Connie said with a hehe: "It's okay."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, walked over and saw the basic science.

After a while, a BlackBerry slammed at Connie again: "Baidu yourself."

Connie: "..." Hehe, as an Englishman, Baidu said it so smoothly, is it really okay?

But Connie was not too polite, and started to Baidu.

Method [-]: Press it with rice paper, and then iron it with an iron.

Method [-]: Rinse it in clean water several times, then dry it slowly, or put it in the freezer to freeze-dry.

Connie rubbed her hands, why didn't she feel unreliable?

Method [-]: Bake it with fire, then slowly absorb it with oil-absorbing paper...

Connie ended up posting on the post bar, and someone responded quickly.

[Beautiful woman's paper: The landlord is really saving, just buy a copy and it will be fine. 】

[Handsome male Lu Zhi: Prodigal girls upstairs, it's fine if you can see it or not! 】

[Goddamn little white chicken: Wipe it with alcohol cotton, and then turn on the lighter... I guarantee that you will not have any ugly stains after 3 minutes~]

[Pretty female man paper: upstairs.why?Really useful? 】

[Handsome male Lu Zhi: Silly wife!It was burned directly, worrying about the stains, the worrying should be the loss of books, I don’t understand this, it’s just stupid! 】

[Beautiful female man paper: You fucking say it again? 】

[Handsome male Lu Zhi: Your stupidity is the most beautiful thing in my heart~]

[The ecstasy little yellow goose~: Landlord, I have a unique secret recipe for you!that is!Just tear off the cover!Ah ha ha ha ha]

Connie: ...

Always feel more tired.

I don't know if it's because the cover is unsaved or because I've been shown my love for asking a little knowledge about home.

In short... [Life without a face to love].

Finally, Connie went to the Hammer Smith Library with the book and Lestrade's library card.

The receptionist was a fat black lady.

She apologized sincerely, and brought the first month's salary that Sherlock had sent her in advance - £[-].

Although the flesh hurts, it must be compensated.

Although Connie's attitude of admitting her mistake was very appealing to her, rules are rules.

The ending ended with Connie's sincere apology and £[-] compensation.

With the remaining [-] pounds, Connie walked out of the library building very sadly.

Someone was hawking on the side of the road at the corner, and the aroma of soy sauce attracted Connie's attention.

Dark and dark...tea eggs!

Connie was shocked.

Looking at the couple again, they seem to be quite old, but they don't look like oriental faces, but more like mixed blood.

My stomach began to growl like my aunt.

She hesitated.

Tea eggs in London have never been cheap.

Or should I buy some eggs and make them myself?

After such a hesitation, the couple saw her.

"Hey, little girl, would you like two tea eggs?" the man asked in his proficient Chinese.

Connie was stunned.

"Uncle, are you Chinese?" It's not that she looks down on Wai Guoren. It's impossible for someone to speak Chinese so authentically with a Northeast accent!

The uncle smiled silly: "I am of Chinese-Russian mixed race. This is my wife, of English-Japanese mixed race. My son came to work in the UK, so we followed him."

The aunt smiled, looking a little shy, and said hello in Chinese, which sounded like a foreigner's accent.

Connie smiled, feeling a little cordial.

"Okay, here are two, how do you sell them?"

The uncle grabbed five of them and said, "One pound, three, I will give you two more because I met a little girl today."

Connie took the five tea eggs flatteredly, handed over a pound, and started chatting with the couple while eating the eggs.

It was only then that I discovered that the two had lived in China, Japan, France and Russia for several years. This year, my son came here to work. The uncle’s hometown is still in the Northeast, so he has a Northeast accent.

Connie felt refreshed after talking like this.

After slowly eating the five tea eggs, the whole morning passed, she remembered the time, and bid farewell to the two in a hurry.

And when she walked out of that street, the couple looked at each other and smiled, and cleaned up the stall tacitly.

It's just that the hands and feet are very agile, not like an elderly couple with limited mobility at all, but more like a middle-aged couple with vigorous energy.

"It seems that the first goal here has been achieved." The wife speaks fluent Japanese proficiently, but the man has a pure American accent.

"Yeah, this time the goods are good, it seems that the buyer will like it." The man said meaningfully, with a wretched smile on his face and a gloomy shudder, making people daunting.

The two quickly disappeared around the corner.