[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Yes!" In the afternoon, almost all the police officers in the police station were dispatched and ambushed in the subway.

Sure enough, not only stopped another riot, but also captured the "masked guys" this time.

Lestrade's cracking of this case undoubtedly laid a huge foundation for his future during his first year as a new police officer.

After interrogating all the arrested people one by one, they successfully obtained the necessary clues. This is great news for the entire police station.

All major media reporters have already contacted the bureau, and a press conference will be held tomorrow morning to answer all these questions.

And Pauline is one of the best. Lestrade, who has always been bad at dealing with reporters, thought of Sherlock Holmes who helped him, and the cute little Connie.

So after leaving the police station, Lestrade went straight to 221B.

Connie was preparing dinner when Lestrade rushed into the house.

In fact, long before Lestrade, there had been another visitor.

Big Sherlock Holmes - I believe everyone knows who it is talking about.

Seeing the legendary person who is said to be the only one who can match Sherlock in IQ and even better, Connie refused.

why?

Now Sherlock is still in college, and 23 years old is just young.

And his brother, Mycroft, was seven years older—exactly 7.

At this age, logically speaking, it should be the prime of life!

but.

Is the hairline a little higher?

And the creases on the face... Where are the 31 flowers for the man that you promised? (#￣～￣#)

Although his face looks a little anxious, it is obvious that his appearance has stopped growing since then - it seems to be no different from the appearance after Peanut appeared.

Connie entertained people and went upstairs calmly.

Sherlock was drinking coffee again, and he seemed to have expected this person.

"Isn't it the time to deal with all kinds of affairs? What wind brought you here, my brother." Sherlock glanced sideways at Mycroft and said boredly.

"Just give me a cup of scented tea, please. I personally like daisies." Mycroft, in his early thirties, sat down on the sofa unceremoniously. Not very good.

daisy?

scented tea?

Oh mo!Mom, did she accidentally discover something?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes. There are no daisies in the house...perhaps rose tea would do?" She nodded.

"Oh, you don't have to be so polite, dear Connie, please call me Mycroft. Of course. I believe roses are also a good choice." McCoff smiled and looked at Connie.

She froze... Forget about Sherlock, he is ten years older than her, and he is also a person who can be a brother, and with the addition of British culture, it is not so burdensome to give a name occasionally.

But Mycroft, who was a round and a half older than her?Ask her to call her by her first name?

Forget it, she remembers that this brother is still a confidential member of the British government...

Besides, where did the important officials in the government come from?

So he smiled like that, and Connie's heart trembled suddenly.

"No, you're welcome sir, I'm going to make tea right now."

After lightly closing the door and leaving, Connie went downstairs to make tea cautiously, without any time to think about McCoff's bad taste.

Daisy tea or something...

As soon as Connie went out, Mycroft restrained his smile and turned to look at Sherlock.

"What's the matter, my brother, according to your speed, you should have taken control of everything by now, right?"

Sherlock gave him a blank look, and didn't seem to want to speak.

Sighing, Mycroft was silent for a while, knowing that his younger brother would not be so obedient.

However, from this point of view, Connie should not be a threatening existence.

"Oh, Mycroft, didn't you just come here to ask me how I'm doing? I think you said that the London side is more interesting?"

"Didn't you just solve a subway bombing case?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows, isn't that interesting?

Sherlock chuckled lightly: "If I hadn't seen the mark, would you have let me continue to investigate? Are you not afraid that I will screw up your plan?"

"That's not enough, after all, you are my younger brother." Mycroft's tone was full of confidence.

Sherlock didn't feel any sense of pride.

"Okay, I'm just here to see how you're doing, and my mother recently said that she misses you very much, so please contact me when you're free." Mycroft got up and turned to Sherlock on the sofa: "And Connie , I hope you can find out her background as soon as possible, after all, her identity is living here in 221B, which is a bit sensitive."

Seeing that his younger brother ignored him, Mycroft also knew that he didn't listen.

However, I still have to say it, after all...

"Mr. Mycroft, your tea." Connie pushed the door open and came in.

Nothing could be seen from the look on his face.

Mycroft's eyes flashed, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Thank you, sweet Connie. But I'm leaving. Let's drink this tea until the next time we meet." He was about to go out as he said that.

Connie turned sideways to let him go out. After a pause, she turned and looked at Sherlock and said, "Mr. Sherlock, Officer Lestrade is downstairs and said he wanted to invite you to tomorrow's press conference."

"No." Sherlock took a sip of the cold coffee, turned over and lay down on the sofa with Connie on his back.

"Okay, I'll tell Officer Lestrade." After a pause, Connie responded, closed the door, turned and went downstairs.

He held steaming tea in his hand.

Downstairs, Lestrade, who had just arrived, was drinking scented tea happily.

He had finally solved a big case, and he was in a relaxed mood at the moment. He heard that rose tea was good for the eyes and also removed dark circles, so he rarely asked Connie for a cup without hesitation.

As a result, he turned around and saw a man coming down the stairs, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, my humble servant is a little official of the British Government, named Mycroft Holmes. You must be that Inspector Lestrade, who has known you for a long time."

The quality of the equipment of government officials is nothing to say.

"Where is that, your Excellency is Mycroft Holmes?" Lestrade looked as if he had heard the name before, and his expression became awed.

"It's my sire. Sherlock also hopes that you will take care of him more. My brother is still young and ignorant." Big Holmes smiled softly, and immediately stared at Lestrade.Immediately after realizing it, he laughed like a flower.

"Of course, I will definitely help Sherlock in whatever I can do." He smiled gently on his face, but there was a roar in his heart—what the hell Sherlock is actually Mycroft's younger brother! ?

That's right, they both have the same last name, Sherlock Holmes! Why is he so stupid? There are still a few Holmes in London with the last name! ?

As soon as Connie went downstairs with tea, she saw the scene of the two people looking at each other and laughing.

Suddenly remembered, it seems that there is something tricky between these two people...

"Then, I'll leave first. This is my business card. If there is anything wrong with my brother, I hope the police officer will take care of you. You can also find me if necessary. After all, this brother has been naughty since he was a child..." McCoff didn't know Where did I find a gold engraved business card.

engrave!gold!of!

Connie was immediately taken aback by the glittering gold business card.

Can she ask for one?At least one month's food expenses!

Sure enough, the Sherlock Holmes family are all real tyrants. I don’t want to explain it!

Immediately after that, a second thought rushed into Connie's mind.

Ahhh... Could it be that she met the scene of the century when the two fell in love at first sight! ?

Aww! ! !This is a confidential scene! ! !

On this great day today...was she witnessing it just like that! ? ~(￣┰￣*)

Lestrade took the business card rather shyly, and put it in his arms carefully.

The hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

It seemed a little inexplicably embarrassed.

Connie guessed that he didn't have a business card, or he was shy, or both! ?

"Connie, what did Sherlock say?" Lestrade was excited, but he couldn't find the business card after touching up and down. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He didn't know what to do. It was like seeing a life-saving straw.

Connie stood on the stairs and was called upon, she was taken aback for a moment, and then saw McCoff looking over, her whole body froze.

Yingyingying, she must be hated, the century side with her sweetheart was actually destroyed by her.

"Uh...Mr. Sherlock said he won't be going tomorrow." Since everyone present knew that Sherlock wouldn't say good things, and Lestrade didn't mind, Connie said directly. up.

"Oh." Lestrade seemed to have expected this answer a long time ago, and was not much disappointed.

Connie also wanted to ask Mycroft if she wanted to stay for dinner, and drank the cup of herbal tea she had brewed, but before she could speak, there was a buzzing in the kitchen.

So Connie's antenna moved, instantly put the tray on the table, and rushed into the kitchen.

Boom...her braised Dongpo pork!Don't burn it! ! !

He hastily opened the oven, brought out the plate with gloves on, and the aroma immediately filled the room.

Looking at the glistening red flesh, Connie narrowed her eyes with a smile.

She wanted to eat Dongpo pork, but the texture of the stewed meat was still a bit greasy, so she sprinkled baking powder and then brushed it with a thin layer of sauce, and then baked it in the oven-the texture of the meat would be better. Bring some crunchiness without losing elasticity.

And now it seems that this new attempt is not bad, surpassing her previous works, it gave her a surprise.

She said that she could eat half of the meat for four people!

Without authentic rice, Connie used some coarse grains at home as a substitute - this is the inspiration given to her by the aunt in today's market.

A small pot of "rice" made of millet, red rice and black rice is emitting a fresh aroma and the color is also beautiful.

Opening the pot excitedly, smelling the aroma, Connie just wanted to hit two hammers on her head—why didn't she think that it could be replaced?

"Oh, my God! It smells so good! What is this?" Lestrade had already smelled the fragrance.

I saw that the plate of meat could no longer walk.

Connie took a knife and fork and cut a piece for him: "Try it, officer. This is my specialty meat. It performed well today. Would you like to taste it for me, officer?"

Lestrade rubbed his hands: "Then I won't be polite."

He picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, his expression suddenly dreamy.

"Oh, my God, if I were ten years younger, I would definitely chase you as my wife! Connie, the person who will marry you in the future is really too star lake..." The delicate meat and juicy taste are smoked Drestrade could not even speak clearly.

Connie smiled, and in a blink of an eye, she saw McCoff walking into the kitchen behind her, her smile froze: "If the police officer likes it, I can give you the recipe, or you can tell me when you want to eat it, and I will give it to you." You do."

Immediately afterwards, he carefully took another plate and cut a slice: "Mr. McCaw, do you want to try it?"

"Then you are welcome."

After tasting a slice, Mycroft also sighed in his heart. He has to say that the little girl's cooking skills are not inferior to those of the chefs. At least this meat, he has never seen anyone cook it so tender, juicy and not greasy. .

Could it be that Sherlock was bought by her cooking skills, so she has been unwilling to check her?

The boss began to think wildly.

Connie looked at his changing expression quite nervously. At first, she seemed very satisfied. What did the doubtful and anxious eyes behind him mean?

"How does it taste, sir?"

Mycroft put down the fork, took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth lightly: "Not bad, sweet Connie, I am really surprised by your cooking skills. Although the British government has cultivated a lot of talents, but in the kitchen In terms of art, I have always felt that under the leadership of the Queen, the food culture of Great Britain and other countries in the world have..."

It was another official talk, a blunt praise that completely didn't match his expression just now—and a lot of popular science that Connie couldn't understand besides the praise.

and.

Although it is true that praise is a good thing... But... why does it feel like a gentle knife (￣△￣;)?

Anyway...it seems to be just a piece of meat...