[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

In the silence of the audience, Mrs. Hudson's gasp sounded like a bomb thrown into the sea, causing a huge wave to erupt from the calm water.

"My poor child, why didn't you ask Henry to pick you up after such a thing happened?" Mrs. Hudson rushed over and took Connie's head directly into her arms.

The scent of the perfume rushed into Connie's nose in an instant.

"Ahem, I'm fine." Mr. Henry stopped hugging us!

"Compared to this, I think she is about to be strangled to death by you." Sherlock's unique taunting skill was activated.

It was only then that Mrs. Hudson realized that she had used too much force, and the crying stopped. She let go of Connie. Although her expression was still worried, there was obviously no tear on her face.

Connie touched her neck, which was so heavy and alive, and decided not to be angry with Sherlock in the future.

It's better to be quarrelsome or something, to be tortured by math or something, than to have Mrs. Hudson destroy your life every now and then.

In the past, she was just talking and thinking together, but since she was with Mr. Henry, her strength has become stronger...

At the critical moment, we still have to rely on Sherlock to rescue him.

She looked at Lestrade, who was still in a daze, and chose Sherlock with great sadness in her heart.

In other words, let's get back to the topic.

"So is that case a murder? I don't know if the police have judged it or not."

Lestrade's face was heavy: "The police's conclusion is that it was suicide."

Connie: "..."

Sherlock raised his head slightly: "Heh, what use are those little sheep, other than wasting food?"

Literally smacking Lestrade in the face - since he's the only one here with Scotland Yard.

Lestrade, who has become accustomed to it: "I will start investigating this case again, but these bloody cloths alone cannot be used as strong evidence. I will take them back for testing. If there are bloodstains on the , then the case can be formally filed.”

Connie looked at Lestrade who took out a transparent bag out of nowhere: "You... do you always carry such things with you?"

Lestrade nodded: "Of course, if you encounter a murder case, you can pack up the evidence in time, and I still have gloves." He casually took out a rolled-up disposable glove from his trouser pocket, quite Complacent.

Connie: She has no idea what to be proud of in this kind of thing...

"But after seeing the dead body, Connie looks very calm, and she seems to be a police officer. Do you want to be like me in the future and become a police officer?"

Connie suppressed her rejection of the cross gesture, raised her head and smiled politely: "Although the police is a good profession, but that's not my interest." She doesn't even like detectives anymore, so the police are necessary, right?

She felt that Sherlock's reasoning profession was too brain-intensive, and it was only when she compared with Lestrade that she showed an advantage.

It really is better than not knowing...

There is no most annoying, only more annoying...

Sherlock got her dislike in seconds with a sweep, because she rejected such a simple book as Introduction to Logic, and the shallow anger that you just didn't know what to do and didn't want to make progress was also cut away in an instant, especially when you saw Lestrade slightly The stiff face was very satisfied: "Lestrade, it's one thing to be useless, but it's not right to destroy the flowers of the motherland with hot hands."

So poisonous!

Lestrade stared at Sherlock's sneer. In fact, it's not that he couldn't see that Connie didn't like the police profession. It's just that she politely refused, instead of being ruthless like Sherlock. After ruthlessly refusing or even ignoring him, he counterattacked with a sarcasm.

Seeing Sherlock taunting Lestrade so viciously, Connie felt a little stiff.

"Actually, Officer Lestrade is very powerful. Didn't he immediately see that the cloth was covered with human blood? Other police officers may not be able to see it..."

Lestrade: "..." Why do you feel like you've been laughed at after being praised?

"Okay, I'll go back to the police station if there's nothing else to do." Lestrade wished he could retreat immediately.

#Actually, there is no one to stop him#

#A desolation left, my heart sad into a river#

After clearing the table, Connie went back to her room to change her clothes.

Carefully pack the clothes that Philomena forced her to put on in a packing bag. Is she going to make something to eat? I will come to the door tomorrow to apologize.

#Anyway, Master Barbie said the weekend will pass#

#She wants to refuse, but what if I offend Mrs. Barbie#

#She doesn’t want to be caught by Barbie’s father and go digging oil in Africa, it’s scary~~~#

The class that was interrupted because of the case did not even have homework today.

So all afternoon, Connie was thinking about what to do to apologize to Philomena—it must be so delicious that she would say no compensation!

So it's rare that Connie even flipped through the cooking book.

The little girl's taste is generally sweet, and Philomena's family is very rich, what good things haven't they eaten?

Therefore, Connie is still going to bring out her best, Chinese food.

But if you want to go to the sweets, it is more biased.

Although there are many sweet snacks in many Chinese snacks, it is very difficult to make them authentic.

#Although I am Chinese, it does not mean that I can cook all Chinese snacks#

Matcha sticky rice rolls.

The production of glutinous rice is actually similar to those aunts selling sesame seed cakes in Chinese alleys.

Connie bought flour and kneaded it herself to taste the matcha powder—the kind of matcha powder bought in a large box from the supermarket. Because it was innovative, she would add chocolate and ice cream to it in the later stage. In order not to be too boring, she deliberately Grind some old tea leaves at home into powder and add them to the flour.

The slight bitterness will neutralize the excessive sweetness, while maintaining a light fragrance, not as aggressive as bitter coffee.

After kneading the dough, Connie felt that half the battle was done.

#It took a lot of thought to knead the noodles to a new height#

Connie, who looked like a tabby cat, rubbed her sore face from too much concentration, opened her eyes and continued to work against the white mist on her eyelids.

The ice cream was bought in a big tub, and she and Mrs. Hudson would come out to scoop a scoop from time to time in the middle of the night.

#It seems like eating ice cream in winter is a common problem among women all over the world#

But Connie would like to correct that Mrs. Hudson is the majority, because the number of times she eats ice cream is directly proportional to the number of dates she has...

The author has something to say: Friends who like sweets, the author is going to show off!

Haha, just kidding, but the next one should be written for food~

Today's first update is here!As usual, there are three updates today~~~