[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Knock knock knock..."

"..." Connie was quite used to knocking on the door and directly opened it to come in.

"Mr. Sherlock, here is your coffee, please..."

ヾ(≧O≦)〃Aw!

"What?" The messy curly hair waved in the air, and after a couple of shakes, an immature face turned around. At this time, the old-fashioned face showed a bit of youth, because of the slight smile on the cheek. Red...and a back as white as tofu.

"Bang!" The plate was smashed directly on the coffee table next to the sofa, and Connie turned around and ran to the kitchen door, slamming the door shut.

It was only when I leaned against the door that something was wrong.

its not right!She's a 12 year old girl now, what's there to be shy about!

Think again.

It's even more wrong!

It's not that she has never seen a naked man, let alone this one is half naked, why is her heart beating!

But his hands still unconsciously covered both cheeks, feeling the slight heat, his eyes were confused.

But Su... the white back dangled in Connie's eyes, like a huge piece of white tofu, making her eyes dull.

Woooooo... Didn't you say that the great god is a holy white lotus, and there is also chest hair that foreigners say is full of hair! ?Oh no... She seems to only see the back, and the crooked nut should not have hair on the back... But the arms of the great god seem to be very clean...

Hey (ω) what is she thinking!

Shaking his head and trying to get rid of the messy things in his mind, when the door opened, a curly face stuck out.

"Connie."

"Yes!" She admitted that during the military training back then, her standing posture was not so standard.

"Tell Lestrade to go to the west subway on time at five o'clock in the afternoon, and this time he will get the result he wants."

(ˇ-ˇ)...?

"! Sir, do you know who the criminal is?" The master solved such a brain-intensive case so quickly, and also figured out the criminal's next crime location. Don't be too tired!

Connie's attention was suddenly diverted, and she forgot to blush.

"I don't know, but this is just an ordinary reasoning. This is just one group of people, but if you find this group, the other group, the group of little sheep will not be unable to torture them." Sherlock shook his head as if feeling something, his expression with pitiful contempt.

Connie was amazed at her ability to perceive words and expressions, with pity and contempt... How did she see this emotion?

"Ok!"

"And thank you for the hot pot."

The two spoke in unison.

Connie, who was about to turn around and go downstairs to inform Police Officer Lestrade, was stunned. What does this have to do with her hot pot?

"Anything else?" Sherlock seemed to have a lot of patience with Connie.

"Excuse me, does my hot pot have anything to do with your case?" This time, Xiao Diaosi finally didn't!shame!Down!ask!

Sherlock stood up straight and looked at Connie's cautious and sincere question. He seemed to be looking at her with interest, and he didn't hesitate to explain: "The hot pot ingredients you bought are many and fresh. It seems that you bought it from the market. You didn’t go to the supermarket or convenience store, but chose the farthest market. According to the time you spent and your clothes, you went there on foot. According to your shoes Judging by the remaining water stains on the road, it has been at least an hour's journey..."

Well, Connie nodded. This reasoning is quite normal, and she can still understand it.

"Although the freshness of pigeon eggs is high, it is the deep winter now. Birds, like pigeons, do not lay eggs in winter, and there is no place in London to raise pigeons, except..." Sherlock looked at Kang meaningfully. Ni.

"Pigeon Square!" Connie's eyes lit up.

Pigeon Square, also called TrafalgarSquare.

Sherlock gave Connie a look of satisfaction at her reaction.

"So, those pigeons are the eggs laid by the pigeons in the square?" Then, will she save a lot of money by going to the square to pick up pigeon eggs in the future? ?

Thinking about it this way, Connie felt that she had found a new way out, and her thinking diverged, maybe there would be...

"Kony." Connie, who was distracted, was brought back to her senses, looked at Sherlock's slightly displeased eyes, froze, and lowered her waist in embarrassment: "Go on."

=_=Okay, she understands, Sherlock will call her by the wrong name when she is angry in the future ○|￣|_=3

"The square is located in the city center, very close to Buckingham Palace and Chinatown, but the market you go to is in two directions, so the fresh pigeon eggs are sold in the cheapest place, don't you see anything?"

"Ah..." Connie was embarrassed for a moment, then thought about it.

"That's right, if it's for making money, just sell those pigeon eggs in convenience stores or supermarkets, and earn more! They picked up pigeon eggs and sent them to the farthest market to sell. The price is the cheapest, isn't that..." Stupid...

She didn't dare to say the next three words due to the presence of the Great God.

"You seem to be very interested in picking up pigeon eggs?" Sherlock put his hands in the bag, looking... a little contemptuous?

Connie was silent, not knowing what was wrong with her: "Didn't you say that, Mr. Sherlock?"

"When did I say that the pigeon eggs were picked?" He raised his eyebrows, looking down at this stupid mortal from the perspective of a god.

...(┬＿┬)↘...

Connie bowed her head, frustrated.

Seemingly very satisfied with her attitude of humbly admitting mistakes and being taught, Sherlock finally opened his mouth again: "Forget it, because your brain is not yet fully developed, I can give you some tips-pigeons-breeding- -Place."

Sherlock entered the door, held his coffee and drank it cross-legged, looking at Connie as if waiting for her to answer.

This is the illusion of being called by the teacher to answer questions in class, and being forced to stand if you can't answer...

No no no, this is not an illusion.

Embarrassed and extremely quiet, Connie started to think.

Where did the pigeons on Pigeon Square come from?

correct!Connie clapped her hands and thought of something: "Pigeons are bred in other places. It is not easy for pigeons to lay eggs outdoors, but if they are indoors with a constant temperature, they will lay eggs. And the place where pigeons are bred is compared to the market. So when there are spare pigeon eggs, the owner will take them there and sell them?"

Thinking about it this way, it finally makes sense, but...

"What does this have to do with the subway bombing..."

"Connie, it's time for you to use your brain while you're young. Although I like the quietness of your never thinking, for you personally, such a prospect is very bad." Sherlock turned to look very regretful. Tone, teaching the child Connie.

(ノへ￣,) She was being crushed all the time, so she blushed so hard just now!Why don't you just roll downstairs!

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