[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Ten minutes later, Connie stood in front of the full-length mirror, feeling like a delicate New Year picture doll.

It's just that the style is more inclined to the Western European retro court.

Touching the silky fabric on her body, she was very pleasantly surprised by the texture of this brand of clothes.

But the heart is still very panic.

"Okay, now that you are wearing my clothes, you are mine." Philomena's domineering words hit her on the forehead, making her unable to recover for a long time.

After a long time, she touched the price tag, and when she glanced at it, she was completely shattered.

"It's so expensive!" She widened her eyes, this is enough for her to eat for a year!

Lucia and Christina looked at each other and smiled, probably because they were accustomed to the expression of a country bumpkin like Connie.

Philomena took it for granted: "It's just a fraction of my monthly pocket money. Of course, as my attendant, this etiquette is still required."

Connie's heart is very complicated.

"No, I can't accept it." She looked at Philomena and refused seriously.

"You have to accept it," she said haughtily.

"If you don't accept it, I will tear the clothes off and tell the police that you tore my clothes."

Connie looked at her in disbelief: "What did you say!?"

"Anyway, you have already worn this dress, and it has your DNA on it. Of course, you will believe my words, because I bought this dress!"

Connie: "..." She was speechless.

The frying brat!

"Why do you have to ask me to be your attendant?" Connie asked very tiredly.

"Because I want to snatch all of Spencer's friends! Step on them!" She was arrogant.

Connie raised her forehead: "Hey, it's not too embarrassing for you to step on your feet and say it in front of the person involved..."

Philomena suddenly realized: "That's true, let's do it again in front of Spencer tomorrow."

Connie, who was almost exhausted: "You won't see her tomorrow..."

Philomena was furious: "What did you say!?"

"Because tomorrow is Saturday..." There are no classes for two days on weekends.

"Ahem, well, let's do it next week. If you come to my house on the weekend, I have to give you a good training."

"..."

"Don't try to escape! I'll send a car to pick you up." Philomena sat on the edge of the sink at some point, looked at Connie from above, and pointed her right hand straight at her, looking like a king.

"Thank you so much." Connie looked at her faintly.

"Well, it's finally a bit polite." Philomena smiled with her hips on her hips, and nodded with satisfaction.

Connie: "Ha ha."

When she came out of the toilet, Connie was absolutely loveless.

She was forcibly changed into a doll suit, and even Philomena threw away her old clothes.

This shit didn't even tell her where to throw it away.

Fortunately, she didn't wear that little yellow floral coat today.

Before Philomena left, she also explicitly prohibited carrying bags bigger than her head. Thinking of the chain bag in her schoolbag that could hold her fist at most, she wanted to die.

By the time they got to the gate, Connie felt so tired that she was almost out of breath.

"Ah..." It's annoying, if only Spencer was there.

Connie was distressed.

#What are you still doing school grass#

#The woman who does school grass is almost#

#After all handsome as Spencer should cover her#

She had completely forgotten that she was looking at the dead body with a calm face, while Spencer, the quasi-school grass and the Queen of Mysteries, was crying loudly at the blood on the ground.

"Slap!" As soon as the green light came on, Connie was about to lift her foot to cross the sidewalk, but was hit head-on by someone who rushed over from nowhere.

Fell to the ground like a frozen doll.

ass hurts...

It took a while for Connie to recover from her stupor and rubbed her numb buttocks. There was no one around.

Damn it, today's luck is so bad!

Standing up stiffly, Connie dawdled back to 221B with a broken expression on my face.

Just in time for lunch.

Mrs. Hudson is eating omelet rice, which is delicious in 221B.

Connie moved her nose, and when she opened the door, she saw the Hudsons, Sherlock and Lestrade sitting on the table.

"Oh, Connie? Why are you back..."

Lestrade waved to Connie with his own portion: "Hey, I passed by a newly opened Chinese restaurant today, and I heard that this omelet rice is very popular, come and try it."

What a passionate police officer.

Connie put down her schoolbag, took the plate handed over by Lestrade, and ate with relish.

"Where did you go?" Sherlock suddenly narrowed his eyes, looked at Connie and asked.

Connie was dumbfounded: Could it be that Sherlock is so amazing that he even knew about her being kidnapped by those three Barbies?

"I'm at school." She felt a little guilty and didn't want to say that she was threatened.

"You're lying." It didn't take long for Sherlock to utter the words as soon as Connie finished speaking.

Connie's complexion suddenly turned red.

"I'm really in school, I haven't been to other places..."

"Huh? Why didn't I remember you had this dress? No wonder... I said it looks much cuter than usual..." Mrs. Hudson interrupted suddenly, looking at Connie's clothes and commenting.

"Wow~ bonpoint's clothes, are they fakes? They don't look like..."

Seeing that Mrs. Hudson saw the sign, Connie couldn't hide it anymore.

"I was blocked by three girls at school today. There was a female classmate named Philomena. She asked her little follower to change this dress for me, and said she wanted me to be her follower." Connie said rather weakly.

Sure enough, Mrs. Hudson suddenly had more questions and curiosity.

But Connie didn't know how to answer, especially Mrs. Hudson's questions about why she wanted you to be a servant and what was the necessary relationship between being a servant and changing clothes, which didn't have any logic.

God knows how Philomena's worldview and logical thinking were formed.

After asking and answering, a hand suddenly reached out to Connie's waist.

Before she could react, there was a 'tear' sound, and a piece of cloth on the lace side of her waist was torn off.

Connie looked at the torn clothes in disbelief, and looked up at Sherlock... and the cloth strip in his hand: "...".

"You are crazy!"

"Do you know how expensive this dress is!?"

Even if she distributes newspapers for a year, she can't afford it!

Connie wanted to pick up the pot lid and throw it on Sherlock's head.

But the truth is, she couldn't even say that you are crazy.

Just stare at him stupidly, Sherlock.

"Is it blood?" Lestrade suddenly saw the blood on the cloth, took it over and carefully identified it: "This is human blood."

His expression became a little solemn, and he turned to look at Connie: "Connie, are you injured?"

Connie also saw the bloodstain at this time, the size of a thumb, and suddenly she was a little dumbfounded: "No."

The dumbfounded expression made her look really stupid.

Immediately, Connie was surrounded by three big men, and there was also a slight blood stain on the cuff of her left arm, as well as on the bottom of her trousers on her left leg.

Sherlock just tore it up without saying a word.

Connie very much thought he did it on purpose.

After all, he is a person who will lie down on the ground to observe even when he encounters a dead body.

Why can't a living person like her get the treatment she deserves?

[Sorrowful face! 】

In the end, Connie looked at the bonpoint suit that could no longer be called a dress, it was broken here and there, how could she explain to Philomena?

She must have thought she had torn the dress on purpose.

The distraught Connie looked like she was about to cry.

"These are all human blood." Lestrade judged the result after carefully identifying each piece.

Then the four people in the room all looked at Connie.

"There are most bloodstains on the left side of the clothes, a small amount of dust on the right side and the back of the trousers, other places are clean, you should have been hit by someone in a short period of time, the bloodstains should have been contaminated at that time, you still Do you remember that person?" Sherlock made a judgment and asked Connie to extract the most possible memory.

Hit?

Connie remembered the person who bumped into her at the traffic light, and nodded: "Yes, I was knocked down at the traffic light at the school gate, but I didn't see anyone..."

She looked at the blood on the pieces and was sure that when she changed her clothes, at least the cuffs and the waist were free of blood, so the only possibility was that it was stained when the person bumped into her.

#However she is still very sad#

"The gate of the school?" Sure enough, Lestrade's expression became extremely bad.

"I heard that a math teacher at St. Paul's Girls' High School died today. Could it be..."

Connie nodded when she saw Lestrade mentioning it: "Yes, that is the math teacher who was supposed to come to our class today, but I don't know his name, it was Spencer who met his dead body on the way, When I got there, all the blood on his body had been drained." Connie said rather sadly.

Feel sorry for this unknown math teacher.

He obviously doesn't look very old.

As soon as Connie finished speaking, the audience suddenly became silent, and even the sound of breathing could be heard.

This moment of silence caught Connie's attention.

Looking at the four people who were looking straight over, Connie was a little apprehensive: "What, what's the matter..."

The author has something to say: The third update is here!