[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Oh, I heard that someone was killed in the market? Are you all right?" As soon as they got home, the two were greeted by Mrs. Hudson with concern.

Henry hurriedly said it was okay.

After thinking about it, he swallowed the words that the corpse fell right in front of the two of them.

Connie didn't react at all, she was afraid that the old lady would faint directly.

"It's okay, don't worry." Henry comforted Mrs. Hudson with his arms around her.

"We bought a lot of things today. Connie doesn't have to go out in the cold weather these days. It's almost Christmas. Why don't we go shopping together these few days? The Christmas tree decoration is also ready..."

This is a first for all three.

Mrs. Hudson used to decorate Christmas trees, but in fact, she has lived alone for so many years. It is not interesting to do these things alone, and she will not care about them after a long time.

Connie had just arrived here last winter, and she was too concerned with taking care of her than Christmas.

As for Connie, let alone.

In the past, in China, who bought a Christmas tree specially for Christmas? Except for the celebrations in the school, it would be nice to buy an apple to eat.

As for Henry, he is too old to have a normal Christmas, and the best Christmas gift is not to be cut and blooded.

Therefore, Henry's proposal made several people's eyes light up.

"Okay!" Connie agreed, smiling happily.

This warm feeling, the family puts up the Christmas tree together, and she really likes it.

Mrs. Hudson had never seen Connie smile like this before. She was always polite and decent. Her bright smile warmed Mrs. Hudson's heart, and she looked at Henry more gently.

They are like a real family.

"...but what about Sherlock?"

"Oh, he went out excitedly. It's over there in the market. Lestrade just called..."

Sure enough, where there is a murder case, Sherlock will go there. In the cold weather, a human-shaped popsicle fell from the sky, and Sherlock was aroused by the precipice...

Connie clicked her tongue, Henry had already moved everything into the house.

"There doesn't seem to be enough refrigerators." Henry filled the two refrigerators on the first floor, but there was still no room for a basket of ribs.

Looks like I should buy a bigger fridge...

Henry thought about it, and walked upstairs with the basket in his arms.

"Let's put these things on the second floor first, Sherlock probably won't mind." Henry said, seeing Mrs. Hudson nodding, he went upstairs.

Connie, who just came back to her senses, thought about it for a while, and was suddenly startled, and rushed upstairs.

"Henry..." It was too late.

"I was the one to be abrupt." Henry closed the door of the refrigerator calmly, and went downstairs with a blank expression, holding a basket of ribs.

"Huh? Why did you come down again?"

"Ah, the refrigerator above is full."

……

Connie breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that Henry is really used to making big scenes!

After tidying up, Mrs. Hudson and Connie put on their aprons together.

One washes vegetables and the other cuts vegetables. Although they look different, they really look like a mother and daughter in their aura, and they are very harmonious.

"Mr. Henry is really a nice person." Connie sighed while skillfully cutting the onion in her hand, watching Henry busy up and down occasionally.

Mrs. Hudson turned around and smiled at Henry from time to time.

Although I feel that I have been shown my face, I still love this warm feeling very much.In particular, she is a member of this warmth.

"Well, he is indeed... the second best person I've ever met." The best person was the dead husband.

Connie nodded without replying, knowing what Mrs. Hudson was referring to.

In the eyes of Mrs. Hudson, such an evaluation is already a very high status, not to mention how long Mr. Henry and Mrs. Hudson have known each other...

She is only ranked third.

╭(╯^╰)╮Hmph...

After dinner, Sherlock still didn't come back, Henry took care of washing the dishes, Connie kept the vegetables and put them in an insulated box, and left the two downstairs lovingly to hide on the second floor.

The geothermal fireplace was still on, and there was a gust of warm wind blowing in front of me.

The little face was flushed, she closed the door lightly, took a new book and sat on the sofa and read it with relish, next to it was the booklet Mrs. Hudson bought for her, she has been unable to get up to do it, and once in a while After looking through it, it turned out to be simpler than the mathematics in primary school before. It is all addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within 12, but this is the content of primary school. The legal age for middle school in the UK is 13 or [-] years old. She has passed it before coming here. The age of elementary school education - I have to say that she was relieved to think about it later.

In short, after this year is over, she will probably start to go to school, and now she is considered a decent Englishman, and it is a bit sad to think about it.

#全心爱党爱华爱人的情感泡萌不知道#(ノへ￣、)

However, she has her own considerations about going to school. The waiter in a restaurant in Chinatown can speak Cantonese and can communicate with the chef. She can earn ten pounds or more an hour, and this does not include tips. No tax.

In the second half of the year after settling down in 221B, it's not that she didn't think about going out to work by herself, but Mrs. Hudson was always worried about her, and she was half a road idiot... In addition, she seemed to have been cooking for half a year. After cooking, I can no longer eat my own products, so the part-time job plan is temporarily bankrupt.

But this matter has always been in her mind, and among the various colleges in London, St. Paul's Girls' High School is the closest to Chinatown. For other schools, the taxi fare alone is enough to consume most of her part-time job expenses.

Therefore, for a while, Connie secretly searched for some test questions to do, and was relieved when she found that her grades were enough to enter, but...

[-] pounds a year for day-study fees plus book fees-it should be mentioned here that the cost of books in the UK is so frightening to death!

In short, after understanding the national conditions, I found that being poor can't afford to be hurt!

Is it possible... She really has to cut into Sherlock's assistant... No, no, no!stop!

Connie!Hold on to your sentiments!That's the normal way of working!

Never go down the road of no return...

Thinking of this incident, the book in her hand didn't look so attractive anymore. She stuffed a leaf into the book, and she made the straight leaf into a bookmark with beautiful paintings on it, but the owner was distracted.

Hoo hoo... the north wind is blowing...

scare!

"Sherlock!" When did he appear here!

Stare (￣～￣)!

"Uh... There are prepared meals in the insulation box downstairs, do you want to eat, sir?" Sherlock is obviously used to addressing Mr. Sherlock, and for this overly polite little girl, her words Self-protection mechanisms appear to be strong.

I don't know at all, it's just Chinese politeness that I can't get used to.

"No." As soon as Sherlock, who was dressed in frost, entered the room, his expression softened, but the cold air between his brows and eyes made him look, just one word, cold!

Connie got up from the couch and gave Sherlock the spot closest to the fireplace, and instead he pulled out his scarf and started crackling at the computer.

"Tell me about today's situation." He looked down at the computer and suddenly spoke.

"Ah?" What are you talking about?

Her and Henry's farm inspection tour?It's still the young master's journey to recognize his face~<(￣︶￣)>

"The murder scene, that man."

Oh, Connie got it.

"Um..." She decided to skip the question of how he knew, "When we were about to go home, a dead body suddenly fell down, and it was still frozen like a popsicle..." Obviously, the two popsicles The word made Sherlock glance at Connie, but someone who was concentrating on the memory obviously didn't notice.

"Then...Mr. Henry called the police, and we left." Going through the young master's face recognition and other procedures, Connie briefly described what happened today. Seeing that Sherlock nodded and didn't respond, it was useless. something.

Seeing Sherlock's pale lips, Connie went downstairs and brought up the food, and made another cup of cocoa - this is a good thing with a lot of fat, and it is also a necessity in winter, because the heat is extremely high.

Sherlock didn't refuse at all, and started to eat in three mouthfuls. It was very strange. When he got the cocoa, he just glanced at Connie, but didn't say anything.

(☆▽☆) Huh?Sherlock doesn't hate hot cocoa?

Although this is easy to gain weight, it is much better than coffee, and because of the high sugar content, to some extent, it may be able to divert Sherlock's obsession with nicotine patches...

But... Thinking about how Sherlock would become a fat paper a year later, Connie's brains began to scramble infinitely again.

Oh hehehehe...(￣︶￣)↗

"Sherlock! You can't just take away the information of the police station!" A little dazed didn't pay attention, and Lestrade appeared again.

Squinting his eyes to see Connie's snickering face, Sherlock handed Connie a stack of materials without knowing where he got them from.

As for Lestrade, he gave no white eyes.

"Huh?" Connie glanced at it, and found that it was a woman's profile.

Lestrade rushed over and glared at Sherlock, but was attracted by the food in his hand.

In order to investigate the case, he hasn't eaten in the winter!

Sherlock glanced at him, and passed the thing in his hand, and Lestrade immediately started to swallow it.

An elegant person raised his legs and sipped hot cocoa.

"This is the information on the deceased today." There is also a small plate of photos attached to the inside page, all of which are the death scene of a woman.

Connie flipped through it, and looked at Sherlock with some incomprehension.

"..."

Finally, she focused on the jar of red liquid.

"Is this syrup?"

Nothing too disgusting, just a white tub with red liquid in it, and what appears to be a human face.

What kind of weird case is it that someone wants to drown himself in syrup?

How much does a big jar of syrup cost? Why don't you be so capricious if it's so expensive!

Why are there so many strange people in London...

Sherlock gave her an appreciative look.

Lestrade was surprised: "How do you know it's syrup!?"

"...I drank syrup..." Seeing Lestrade's excited appearance, Connie replied weakly.

Then came Lestrade's frustrated eyes, and Sherlock's faint disdainful look.

The author has something to say: Regarding the issue of child abuse mentioned by some readers, the author has said it many times, and I don’t know what to say. I can only say that the national conditions are different. China is in the palm of my hand, and I am reluctant. But the UK is not like this, the following is from Baidu: ~~~

British students have a good ability to live independently, and it is rare to find students who do not share housework. They help their parents clean cars and cut lawns since they were young.There are also many primary school students who work part-time. Delivering newspapers is the most common. Although they don't earn a lot of money, they have the opportunity to face the society and deal with problems independently.During the holidays, there are middle school students busy working everywhere in gas stations, fast food restaurants, and supermarkets.After a holiday, not only can they earn hundreds of pounds, but more importantly, they become confident and sophisticated.

There is also the problem of going to school, not directly going to university, but going to middle school. I have said it several times before. The heroine was 12 years old when she came here. At the age of 12 or 13, she did not have British nationality at that time, and she was stuttering in English. Later, she was adopted by Mrs. Hudson. It is only a year now, and she will start to go to class next year. Don’t worry, dear friends. .