[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

The winter of 2005.

November is cold and dry, but it is a rainy season, and it always rains suddenly.

Pedestrians hurriedly held up a black umbrella and walked on the streets of London.

In apartment 221B on Baker Street, Connie woke up early, and made a pure English breakfast for Mrs. Hudson after washing up.Since the elderly are more vegetarians, she made fried bacon and roasted tomatoes, served with croissants and porridge, and of course, for the sake of health, she also poured a glass of milk, although she herself does not like the milk here very much.

God knows how much she misses porridge and side dishes.Or xiao long bao fritters served with a bowl of sweet soy milk.

"Mrs. Hudson, breakfast is ready." After washing her hands, Connie put the food on the table and cleaned up the leftovers that Mrs. Hudson made in the middle of the night last night.

Mrs. Hudson is a good person, but her cooking skills are really unsatisfactory, and what is even more surprising is the legacy of her cooking skills, which always makes Connie's head hurt.

Good thing she's good at it.Mrs. Hudson took her in, recognized her as a goddaughter, and gave her a place to live, so these trivial things in life were one of the few things she could do for her.

"Oh, dear, you can call me mom, after all, I don't have children, and you are such a sweetheart, seeing you keep the house in order..." Mrs. Hudson had already smelled the strong smell in the room Since she helped this poor child, she has almost contracted the chores at home. While she was touched many times, she felt even more distressed about this child.

Yes, she's just a kid. 12 year old kid.

"Thank you for your compliment, dear mother Hudson. Let's have breakfast now, your blood sugar is on the low side, pay attention to your health and drink less coffee..." Connie started thinking again, and Mrs. Hudson pressed the button with a headache. After pressing his temples, he couldn't bear to say yes repeatedly, and sat down to enjoy a perfect breakfast.

Connie smiled and sat on the other end.Every time Mrs. Hudson started to chatter, it took a long time, and then she figured out that the way to stop a chatty person was to talk louder than she did.But her long-windedness is not useless, at least Mrs. Hudson's physical condition is much better than when she first came.

"By the way, I'm going to go out to the market with Rose later. I heard that there is a [-]% discount in the store today... There may be new tenants coming to see the house in the afternoon. You can receive it for me then. , I have already negotiated the price with him, if he is satisfied, you can just take the contract in my room and sign it with him."

Connie was a little apprehensive, as it involved signing a contract, which was a bit too private, but Mrs. Hudson trusted her so much, she nodded and agreed. The environment here is not friendly...

"Don't worry, Mrs. Hudson, I will definitely treat the tenant well and make him feel at home." Connie used polite language rather unaccustomedly, and made Mrs. Hudson laugh with her solemn expression.

I remembered that when she appeared here a year ago, she was still babbling in English, with a look like a deer, as if she would jump in fright the next second. Now that a year has passed, the little girl has matured very quickly, which makes her Mrs. Hudson, who has never had children, feels the sense of accomplishment in raising children...

Mrs. Hudson went out after breakfast. Although the shopping was in the afternoon, she always had the habit of going across the street to chat with the ladies after breakfast, lunch and dinner. This was one of the greatest joys of being free.In addition, now that Connie is taking care of the house, she is even more relaxed, and she doesn't even need to do the cleaning work on weekdays.

Connie, who finished cleaning the bowls, started tidying up the second floor.

Since she moved in, no one has lived in the upstairs, but she still maintains the habit of cleaning it once a month, so the whole apartment is kept very tidy.In order to give a good impression to the new tenants who came in the afternoon, she decided to use this period of time to clean the upstairs again.

First, I cleaned the ceiling and walls, and then wiped the inside and outside of the house with a mint-flavored freshener. Finally, I took a feather duster and dusted some small places carefully. Only once is the work done.

It was already past lunch time, and Mrs. Hudson had already said that she would not go home for lunch, but Connie was busy and forgot lunch for a while, and only remembered this after cleaning, and made a hasty meal. After filling his stomach with a sandwich, he quickly took a hot shower, and then nestled in the room waiting for the tenant to arrive.

And this waited for several hours. When she was lying on the bed and drowsy, there was finally a knock on the door, bang bang, bang bang, the sound was not loud, but it woke Connie up suddenly.She got up quickly and came to the door. After arranging her clothes and hair to make sure they were correct, she opened the door.

...Who can tell her what the hell this skull is?

Connie took a step to the left and managed to avoid the skull facing her head. When she looked up again, she saw a young man with black hair and black clothes. A pair of linen green pupils were calmly moving. Looking at her, motionless, like a sculpture.

Ma Ma, this man is terrible. /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

Subconsciously, Connie felt that the person in front of her gave her a terrible feeling, although this fear was not dangerous.

"... Excuse me, are you the tenant who came to see the house?" After a long time, Connie spoke first among the two who were silently confronting each other. Since Mrs. Hudson seemed to have forgotten to tell her the tenant's name, she I have to call him Mr. Tenant impolitely, I hope this special gentleman doesn't mind her address...

"I don't mind," said Mr. Silent out of the blue, sidling into the apartment before Connie had time to get creepy.

Connie, who hadn't realized it yet, followed in a daze. Suddenly, what the gentleman said just now reflected in her mind, and she couldn't help being a little confused.That gentleman...was he answering what she was thinking just now?

"gentlemen……"

"Sherlock Holmes." The young man who entered the room paused, and stepped directly up to the second floor. The advantage of his long legs made him disappear from Connie's eyes very easily before reporting his name.

"Mr. Holmes—" Before she finished shouting, Connie found that the tall gentleman had rushed up to the second floor. Contrary to his tall and straight figure, this Mr. Holmes' body was really flexible. However, Why does the name Holmes sound familiar...

"By the way, my name is Connie, and I belong to the owner of this apartment..." Connie had no choice but to follow up to the second floor and introduce herself to Mr. Holmes who was wandering around.

"I know who you are. Mrs. Hudson who lives at 221B Baker Street is a widow, but you are not very old, but you have the smell of this house on your body. You must have lived here for a long time. Looking at your A Chinese with a purebred appearance is obviously not Mrs. Hudson's daughter, so you are her adopted daughter, but judging by your attitude towards her, you should be an orphan who was recently helped or even adopted by her." Speech speed Mr. Holmes, who shot as fast as a bullet, told the whole story without breath, and Connie was dumbfounded.Barely comprehending the bullet-like speed of speech, she didn't know whether to be surprised by the intelligence of this gentleman, or feel relieved by the pure-bred Chinese.

More importantly, I feel more and more that such a person seems to have met at a certain time and occasion...

"Yes, yes..." Seeing that the person on the other side was still staring at her, Connie nodded subconsciously, and after a while she replied, "Mr. Holmes is really amazing." Only then did he look away in satisfaction, Inexplicably, I felt that I saw something weird again.

"Hmm... the apartment is very clean, it was cleaned just today, judging from the smell of mint, you cleaned it three... no, four hours ago." I have to say that in the few apartments I saw today , this abode was the one he liked best.

"Yes." At this moment, Connie's eyes were already shining with stars.

The hot and awesome master is about to move into the upstairs, and he suddenly feels that the IQ of the whole street has been raised and swollen (⊙o⊙).

Holmes turned his head and glanced at the starlight in Connie's eyes, paused, and asked, "It's a good apartment, but I need to determine some worst-case scenarios, such as... the sensitivity to decibel levels at night, the homeowner's maximum How much can you bear?"

Connie was dizzy at this question, and then reacted: "Mrs. Hudson and I live on the first floor, and the room is surrounded by soundproof panels. Usually, the outside sound cannot be heard when the door is closed." When she first came here, she had nightmares every day. At that time, she was very sensitive to sound, and it was common to be unable to sleep in the middle of the night. At that time, Mrs. Hudson went to install the best soundproof board for her.

Hearing the answer, Holmes nodded very satisfied, and after a while of consideration, he nodded and agreed: "I signed it, when can I sign the contract. Of course, I know that Mrs. Hudson should have told you before going out ,so……"

"Yes, you can do it now." Connie smiled hurriedly, interrupting Mr. Holmes's words, lest he make another surprising statement to make her admire again.Worshiping a great god is one thing, but being bruised every minute is another.

Holmes nodded, scanned the contract handed over by Connie, and signed his name readily. Connie carefully put the contract back in Mrs. Hudson's private locker, and sent this Mr. went out.

"Then Mr. Holmes, please walk slowly."

"Sherlock." Holmes walked to the door with his hands in his pockets, took out his mobile phone to check the time, turned his head when he heard Connie's address, and said while looking at her.

"what?"

"Sherlock Holmes." It means that Connie can go further and call him Mr. Sherlock. After all, after signing the contract, their relationship has taken a step forward from strangers, not to mention that this ten-year-old child is better than those noisy minors. Human beings are actually more in line with his definition of what a human child should be.

After finishing speaking, Mr. Sherlock Holmes turned around and boarded a taxi.He didn't see the sluggish little face behind him at all, otherwise his sophisticated brain might start to calculate a lot of results again.

Connie, who was still in place, was about to make up a catty of messy codes with a messy face.

Sherlock Holmes...

John Watson...

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Mama please tell her it's not real