[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

At noon, Sherlock came back on time.

Connie happily thanked him. Since the Great God is a relatively cold person, Connie posted it shamelessly...

"A cup of coffee, two sugars, it's a bit hot, sir, be careful~"

"What would you like to eat at noon, sir? Normally, is there anything you like to eat more?" The so-called good things have to be done after taking the money!

Connie has always been self-conscious.

Seeing her courteous attitude, Sherlock didn't doubt that he was with him, he just snorted softly, took the coffee she handed over and drank it in one gulp.

"You really made a wrong choice."

"what?"

"You like such trivial matters?" Otherwise, why would you accept such a job and reject his previous proposal?

"...It's okay." The main thing is whether there is money or not! ?

She seemed to see what she was thinking, but Sherlock didn't understand even more: "In this case, why didn't you accept my previous proposal, you know, as my assistant, I just need you to do some things that are not as cumbersome as these Although this job requires your care and patience, it is much easier than this job, and I will pay more." He raised his head lightly, and a light blue color had already appeared on his white and tender chin trace.

Stubble?

Connie swayed, a little confused, to propose?What proposal?

... brain slices! ?

"No, sir, that job is too bloody. Besides, I'm still a 12-year-old kid, not good enough to be your assistant to do such delicate work. Besides...the knife at home can't bear it." 221 is It's one of the few places where she feels safe, and it's nothing more than having to endure severed heads in the refrigerator from time to time when tidying up. If she is allowed to slice people's heads with a kitchen knife every day, she won't be able to bear it.

"Bloody? Why don't you feel bloody when you scrape fish scales and cut chickens and ducks? I think you seem to be very skilled... As for tools, I will naturally provide professional tools. You won't be so common sense that you think your head is really cut with a kitchen knife. Right?" As soon as he raised his eyebrows, a kind of superior contempt was naturally revealed, but it was a pity that Connie, who should be angry, was speechless.

"Chickens and ducks are not the same as people..." She retorted weakly, thinking that it would be better for her to pretend to be deaf and dumb in the second half of the sentence.

Sherlock glanced sideways, glanced at her from the corner of the eye, and then took it back, staring at the cup in his hand, his eyes were unwavering: "It's nothing different."

Connie raised her head in embarrassment, but saw that he was staring at the cup in his hand, looking like he was in a daze, but not like him.

"In short, thank you, sir, for the job you provided, but I don't think I can do the assistant for the human experiment with my current ability. As for this job, Mr. Sherlock can take it back if he doesn't want to."

She collected herself and couldn't tell what she was feeling in her heart, she just felt a little sour and a little unspeakably bored.

So much so that she obviously wanted this job very much, those words, and those unkind tones, couldn't be suppressed from coming out.

As soon as these words came out, Sherlock put away his original nonchalant attitude, and stared at Connie uncharacteristically, his eyes focused.

Connie was stared at by those eyes, and she didn't care about being afraid. For a moment, she raised her head without hesitation and looked into those eyes.

Slightly stunned.

Those eyes looked very bright.

It's like in an alley covered with dark clouds, a small ray of sunlight suddenly shines through the dark clouds.

His fingers holding the coffee cup gently wiped the slightly raised corners of his mouth, and his slender, white fingers showed a dancing posture, like a flying fish in the air.

"What are you laughing at?" Connie asked a little angrily, and Sherlock thought it was funny because she was awkward and angry here?

(￣ー￣).

"Nothing." After a long time, he chuckled and shook his head.

The depression in her heart was like a balloon that was punctured, and she just kept holding it down, and she didn't even have time to question it.

Oh, fuck!

Could it be that her aunt, whom she hasn't seen for a long time, is coming? Today's mood fluctuates so much!

"Ah!" Thinking of this, there was a sudden throbbing pain in her stomach, like a swift and violent wave hitting her.

It was as if two excavators had been stuffed into his stomach in an instant.

motherfucker!

Do you want to be so crow mouthed!

Connie wanted to cry but had no tears.

Seeing her legs and feet limp and sitting on the carpet, Sherlock obviously did not expect this scene.

"what'swrong?"

Connie clutched her stomach: "Er... I think I'm... Aunt, oh, menstruation is coming." Regardless of her shyness, she subconsciously said it, and the tone of her teeth was much stronger than before.

She came here at the age of 13, and she was still influenced by her friends, so she crossed over to live with Mrs. Hudson, a postmenopausal woman. How come he came too early?

What a god!

She cursed inwardly, but her stomach hurt so badly that she couldn't stand up straight. She raised her head with effort, and all she saw was Sherlock's dull expression.

"..." She should rely on herself.

Connie curled up into a ball with a pale face, she couldn't stand up straight at all, and the pain became even worse as soon as she moved, her face twisted, but she was suddenly picked up by the volley.

"Sherlock?"

"I'll take you to the hospital."

"No... I'll just drink some brown sugar water." Because of this, being sent to the hospital by Sherlock was not a pain, but a painful and embarrassing thing.

The disdainful tone was filled with slight helplessness and concern: "Whoever said this is menstruation, you have acute appendicitis, if you don't get incision surgery quickly, you may die from it... Connie, I really don't know what to say about you what's good."

"... What did you say?" Acute appendicitis?

"But my whole lower abdomen hurts...and I have never had appendicitis before..." She was stunned, feeling a slight vibration in her chest on her right shoulder, and hugged him with a contemptuous chuckle.

"Of course you won't get it. I've never heard of people having two appendices. Besides..." Sherlock glanced at the direction where she was holding her stomach, and looked into her eyes mercilessly, " People who don't distinguish between right and left are not qualified to judge their own diseases."

Connie's throat was blocked, and she silently changed the position of her hand, and the pain caused her whole body to twitch when she pressed lightly.

fuck she no longer has the energy to scold...

The author has something to say: I forgot to say it last time!

Thank you empty sola for the grenade!And mines!

Thank you Moyan Sanlie for the mines!

Thank you for the shallow mine!

(づ￣3￣)づ呵呵~~~