[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Small potatoes with salt and pepper and cumin, fried beef with shredded radish, cold tofu, sizzling tofu with ginger sauce, shredded pork with fish flavor, braised hairtail in braised sauce.

Six home-cooked dishes are freshly baked with a large bowl of pork liver soup.

Since Mrs. Hudson had brought people home without saying a word, Connie had no time to prepare the dishes that took too long.

But this is Mrs. Hudson officially bringing someone home again!No matter what, it is necessary to leave a good impression on the first person, so Connie used the fresher ingredients in the refrigerator to make a table of Chinese dishes.

Unlike Mrs. Hudson's heavy taste, although this Mr. Henry does not have a taboo, his stomach is very fragile, and he belongs to the system that causes diarrhea when he eats spicy food. Therefore, the dishes Connie chooses are also suitable for ordinary people. Yes, Chaotian pepper is useless at all.

However, although it is not as amazing as the hot pot that day, Chinese food has always been my favorite.

Sherlock doesn't seem to dislike Chinese food. After eating it a few times, Connie agreed that he likes it. If this gentleman doesn't like it, he will be like milk and won't drink it in his mouth.

Not to mention Mrs. Hudson, she was also a woman who was fascinated by mustard and seaweed soup...

And Henry, contrary to Connie's expectations, was very fond of such dishes.

"Oh, this is the best meal I've ever had..." Even with the exaggerated components, Connie was delighted.

"Thank you for your love, sir. You can come to 221B anytime you want to eat in the future. I can make it for you." For the future "stepfather", Connie is still easy to talk to, and Henry is really a lovely person, which makes people feel happy. It's easy to fall in love with.

After a meal, Connie could understand why Mrs. Hudson was still yelling and going away when she went out in the morning, but she brought someone in in the evening.

Henry looked at the well-behaved and sensible Connie, and his heart was full of love.

In fact, at his age, if his son had not died in infancy, he would probably have a granddaughter of Connie's size by now. He met Hudson alone for many years, and when he knew that she had an adopted Chinese daughter, he was still very sad. Worried, even though Hudson always said that Connie was different from ordinary children, until he met Connie in person, he couldn't let go.

"Oh, lovely Connie, if you need Henry in the future, you must tell me." Henry, who is not very good at sweet-talking, sincerely promised Connie, and made Connie stunned with a serious look, and then left. I am so embarrassed.

However, she still answered very seriously: "Okay, if I need help in the future, I will definitely find Mr. Henry." She could feel this kind of sincere love and gratitude.

Knowing that such a response would please Henry and Mrs. Hudson the most, even though she wasn't asking for anything.

Sure enough, upon hearing Connie's answer, Henry's voice immediately became cheerful, and his expression became a little more joyful.

Throughout the whole process, Sherlock finished the meal elegantly and concisely with an attitude of none of my business.

For the greetings from Mrs. Hudson and Henry, he was only polite.

After dinner, Connie was driven away.

Henry and Mrs. Hudson were tired of being in the kitchen, doing things that ordinary couples would do.

Connie was very happy that she didn't have to wash the dishes, but when she thought of Xiaoyan's hugging behind her back, and adding those actions to Mrs. Hudson and Mr. Henry, she felt something was wrong all over her body.

The room has already been repaired, and the decoration has not been put on the agenda. After thinking about it, Connie simply refused. Anyway, the house may often be scammed into a hole in the future, so the decoration fee can be saved, and the wallpaper can be pasted. Make do with it.

When I have to go to school in the future, I will live directly in the school...

Lying on the soft quilt, the cold wind outside the window came in gusts, making the scratcher chilly, and the sound of the violin came out of the window as expected.

Well, that's how Sherlock plays the violin when he's free, and when he's killing time after dinner... Wait!

Startled, Connie silently felt her cramped stomach.

boring?kill time?

Now there is obviously a case, even if he doesn't go to the police station or investigate the crime scene, Sherlock should be busy solving these two cases at this time. Could it be that...he has already solved the case?

As soon as this answer came to Connie's mind, she trembled all over, and a shudder ran through her body. For a moment, curiosity almost covered her whole body.

After secretly brewing a cup of coffee, Connie tidied up her appearance, smiled kindly and went up to the second floor.

"knock knock"

The moment the knock on the door was remembered, the sound of the violin stopped.

The two are connected seamlessly, one sounds and the other ends.

Putting Buddha on the ground is the general collusion of two people.

Sherlock held the violin, looked at the closed door without saying a word.

"Mr. Sherlock, I made you coffee." A cool voice came.

The same expressionless face, the same expressionless eyes.

The sense of aloofness, as if there was no one in the world, disappeared in an instant.

"Come in." He said, with a nod that he didn't know. The violin in his hand was placed on the shelf, and the cold wind blew in from the half-open window, blowing off the music score all over the floor, but he ignored it and sat on the table. On the sofa, it is like an emperor who reigns over the world.

As if entering this door for the first time, she entered the room with breakfast and saw Sherlock like this.

A pair of emerald green eyes, motionless, looking at the door, the whole person is like a sculpture, and even breathing can't be noticed.

Connie walked straight into the door and put the coffee on the tea table on his right.

The sheet music on the ground was in a mess, and she put down the tray. She picked up the sheet music one by one, arranged them on the table, pressed them with her mobile phone, closed the window, and then turned to look at Sherlock, wanting to speak again. end.

In fact, she was still nervous.

"What's the matter?" Sherlock naturally saw at a glance that she had something to say.

"Hmm... I want to ask, has Mr. Sherlock already solved the case?" Connie asked after hesitating for a while.

It would be fine if it was another case, but she was so curious about this case!

"Oh?" He asked back, with a faint light in his eyes.

Connie seemed to feel that his mood suddenly became better.

This relieved her nervousness a lot.

"Hehe, actually, I'm just curious..." She touched her head in embarrassment, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Oscar." He clasped his hands together, placed his index fingers in the shape of a triangle, and put his fingertips against his chin.

It was one of the gestures he used when he was thinking.

Connie froze.

Oscar...Oscar?Third son?

"Is he the murderer? But isn't he already dead? The death of Nina Buket..."

This time, Sherlock didn't answer her again.

Connie looked over, he seemed to be in a daze.

"Sir?" She walked over, and the nicotine patch protruding from her cuff made her stunned.

Sherlock started using nicotine stickers again?

But isn't this case just over?

"Sherlock..." Connie tried to call out again, but Sherlock still didn't respond.

Connie was a little confused, but saw him get up suddenly, lay down on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

Connie sighed.

My god, I'm really out of tune today...

Covering Sherlock with a thin cotton blanket to keep him from catching a cold, Connie quietly exited the room with the tray in hand.

The word Oscar was destined to keep her awake all night tonight.

What she didn't know was that Sherlock Holmes didn't investigate the case, didn't sleep, or even think that night.

He was just quietly watching the bonfire in the fireplace, watching the ebb and flow of smoke, and stayed overnight for a long time.

The author has something to say: The second watch is coming!

However, unfortunately I told Ni Meng,

There are three more...

W(￣_￣)W The author has already fainted from crying in the toilet. I really dare not apply for the list if I don’t save my manuscript in the future...