[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

The week after December 2005, 12, was the most idle time Connie had after she came to London.

In addition to eating and sleeping every day, and occasionally going upstairs and downstairs is her biggest amount of exercise—the biggest dream ever came true in a foreign country without any preparation.

Kuroto can also have a good life...

Although someone was thinking about murdering her outside, she was living a positive life with a positive attitude of "sorrowing the family and not taking it easy", and Sherlock stayed at home for a week, which made Connie a little strange, but the heart The sense of security is still rising.

Not to mention that the bosses in the West End also moved into the love house to accompany Mrs. Hudson.

Papapa lay down for nearly a week, and Connie couldn't lie down anymore.

And Christmas on December 12 is already approaching, but 25B has not started to decorate the house and Christmas tree yet.

So on the eighth morning, after consulting the doctor and getting permission, after taking her first bath this week, Connie pulled Mrs. Hudson to arrange the Christmas tree refreshed.

The Metropolitan Police Department has been very peaceful this week. After lovers and doctors, no new bodies have been found-this is obviously not in line with common sense.

Because the red liquid that poured out to write the blood words was indeed human blood after testing, but such a large amount of blood would almost take out more than half or even two-thirds of the blood volume of an adult's body.

In short, someone must have died and had their blood drawn and written on the wall.

Connie's confession is also the so-called perverted possessiveness under self-fantasy.

For some reason, Connie became the sustenance of those desires. It can only be said that she is unlucky. She will never admit that this is a matter of character...

Although no body or traces were found, Connie was safe and sound, which at least gave the homicide squad of the Metropolitan Police Department a break. Maybe the killer went home for the New Year?

Among them, the most abnormal one is Sherlock.

Connie always wondered why he stayed at home for a week, especially when it came across such an interesting case, but sometimes she thought that no matter what Sherlock did, it must be the closest to a criminal, so he stayed in 221B It can also be understood as staying near her, then that is to say...

Evil... I feel bad for no reason.

Oh of course, besides this, there is...

"Sherlock, do you want to decorate the Christmas tree with us?" The conscience of heaven and earth, the three of them felt that Sherlock was alone and would not go home during the New Year, and his room was the largest (...), so they arranged the Christmas tree in the His room--of course he didn't care about that--she was just asking politely.

"it is good."

"Oh, no..." It's okay...

The words she had thought up early in the morning didn't come out, and they just got stuck in her throat halfway.

It's okay your sister.

"Oh, no problem." She showed her white teeth in a smile, and hung the star on the middle branch of the tree.

"Then Sherlock will arrange the top of the tree, I'm too short." Unfortunately, although Henry is quite strong, his height is only 1.7 meters five...

The 1.8-meter-five Sherlock can touch the top of the tree with just one tiptoe-for the Hudson family, who are 1.7-meter-five, it is really inexplicably sad-who can understand the pain of the short (ノへ￣、 ).

Overall, though, the experience of furnishing the house was enjoyable.

Fragmented small lights are hung around the house along the wires, wrapped around the green body of the Christmas tree, and once turned on, the colorful lights illuminate each other, just like entering a fairy tale world.

As for the presents, Connie was preparing them earlier.

Connie knitted three scarves with the thick woolen yarn she bought earlier. Mrs. Hudson's is a gradient red, Henry's is a gradient purple, and Sherlock's is all black—you can only think about the wickedness of seven colors up.

Of course, for the newly promoted Hudson couple, she also specially knitted couple gloves.

This way the two can hold hands in warm gloves when they hit the street!

She really is a god assist to show affection.

Secretly wrapped the presents and hid them under the bed, waiting for Christmas to be placed under the tree. Connie was very excited about this tradition for the first time, which made the other people infected by her a little more happy .

And Sherlock has softened a lot, even though he rarely seems to have this festive atmosphere.

But when Connie secretly hid the gift, he saw it.

Xiao Nizi's sneaky appearance, coupled with the clues on her body, Sherlock saw it all at a glance.

"Yarn? The gift you prepared is knitting?" There was a hint of joking on his expressionless face.

Connie was taken aback, she didn't expect Sherlock to see this point.

She nodded: "Well, I couldn't think of any gifts to buy, so I knitted some scarves for you, but don't tell them, or there will be no surprises!" Sherlock can know the function of the gift by glancing at the box, Henry Not with Hudson, and besides, they didn't even know they had a present ready, and Christmas was days away, so they couldn't let it be revealed at this juncture.

Seeing Connie's confession, Sherlock lost interest: "Okay."

He was wandering around the house in just his pajamas, apparently waiting for coffee, and when Connie walked out the door, he was barefoot on the wooden floor, pouring coffee in his hand.

"Sherlock, aren't your feet cold like this?" She looked coldly at her feet, which were wrapped like bear's paws.

He saw through her thoughts and glanced at her feet.

"It doesn't matter," he said.

"No, this is very important. It's winter, even if the air conditioner is turned on at home, it's still very cold, not to mention..."

"The room has floor heating." Seeing her eloquently like an old woman, he didn't get impatient, so he just uttered a sentence.

"..." That's right, there is geothermal heat in the room, so it doesn't matter if you don't wear shoes, come down and pour a cup of coffee.

Before going upstairs, he took the coffee and said, "You can come up." I have never seen a girl who is more afraid of the cold than her.

Downstairs, Connie was silent for two seconds, but followed him up to the second floor.

The heat is coming.

She took off her shoes, took a blanket and curled up on the sofa, slowly reading the book she bought, Sherlock was in a daze.

This is what he has been doing these days.

"Sherlock doesn't need to be busy with the case? And the writer from last time..."

He was still staring at one point: "There's a similar case in New York, they're following up, and they'll be here before Christmas."

Connie's heart skipped a beat, thinking of that beautiful and lovely Alex, she felt a sudden excitement in her heart.

Alex is coming over for Christmas, so why don't you give her something... It feels like it will be the beginning of a friendship...

I think back then...she was a fried chicken and cute, she came ︿(￣︶￣)︿

The obvious fluttering look made Sherlock take another look.

"Are you happy? Why?"

"Ah~ That's because Alex is coming..."

"Why, do you know each other?"

"Ah... I used to... have always liked girls with her look, and I think this might be a good friendship." I was always very cute before and I almost said such words, but fortunately Connie She changed her words in time, but seeing Sherlock's eyes looking over, she felt like she had been caught by the tail.

"...What, what's the matter?" She was a little nervous and swallowed subconsciously.

Sherlock stared at her for a long time, then turned his head away again: "Oh, you think you will become good friends if you don't know each other?"

This kind of declarative sentence seems to be mocking and full of doubts.

"Of course, a friend, it's something like eye affinity... It can't be said, it's just a feeling." Anyway, she has eye affinity, and as for Alex, if she doesn't have eye affinity for her, it's still possible to develop an ordinary friendship, she And I didn't press others to be BFFs who insisted on being girlfriends and never being separated for a lifetime...

"Eyes?" He raised his eyebrows, like a sneer.

Yin and Yang weirdness.

Connie complained secretly in her heart, but her mind became active. What gift do you want to give Alex?How about a knitted hat?The pink one with curly edges, she has blond hair and blue eyes, and her skin is so white, she must look good in it...

"What do you think of the hat?"

"Ok?"

"It's a hat. In this kind of weather, give me a warm and beautiful hat...would you like it? Uh...it's the hand-knitted one." After much deliberation, Connie couldn't make up her mind, and asked about Sherlock. Views.

"You want to knit by hand?"

"Of course, my craftsmanship is not bad compared to outsiders. I knit your scarf, and I knit Mrs. Hudson's sweater..." She wore it to a date today!

Connie clenched her fist confidently!Aijia's knitting technology, how can you allow me to question it! ?

"good."

Hehe, it's rare that you didn't say casually.

Connie thought he was paying tribute to his sincere evaluation of Mrs. Hudson's sweater, and she was delighted and made up her mind.

"Well, then give me a hat..." She ran downstairs with a grunt, swept out the remaining sweater threads, picked out the pink threads, first turned them into three-strand braids, and then took The needles began to knit the hat.

The heat in the room made her little face flush. Sherlock didn't know when, from a daze to staring at her, watching her look so serious that she couldn't notice the eyes of the outside world, inexplicably felt that such a Connie made him It's a bit pleasing to the eye.

However, when he looked at the finished hat in her hand, his gaze was a little wrong.

"Pink?"

Connie was concentrating, when she suddenly heard the question and looked up and saw Sherlock's strange eyes.

Is it the wrong color?

She took the hat and quickly sketched the winding line. After finishing the work, she caught it on her head and took pictures with the screen of her mobile phone.

"It's pretty, what's the matter?" The thick needle wool with the pointed curls on her head made her look a little bit more like a little witch, with fair and rosy skin, and a little baby fat accompanied the pink , making her look like a little princess.

Cute and playful, heart-warming.

However, Sherlock's eyes became more entangled.

"What's the matter? Doesn't it look good?" Connie felt pretty good about herself, this hat looks good on her, it should be better for Alex! ?

And this kind of hat is not popular yet, it is very novel!

But Sherlock's gaze made her feel tense.

Is the aesthetic view of crooked nuts different?

"...Okay." After a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind, and took the hat off her head with some embarrassment.

on his own head.

A thunder flashed overhead.

"Sher... Sherlock." Connie trembled, her voice ending in horror, as if she was about to scream in the next second.

He frowned: "What's the matter?" It seemed that he was dissatisfied with her expression, and he didn't know what expression to make.

Sherlock, with a pink hat.

"You like this hat very much?" I've never seen him be so proactive...

Sherlock closed his eyes with some disgust, and really couldn't say: "Not bad." The tone was exactly the same as the last one.

Not bad.

Sherlock, would you like such a hat as a gift?

With a clear understanding, Connie realized something in an instant.

She trembled slightly, pressing down on her little heart and apple muscles that were about to be overwhelmed, and leaned in front of the Great God.

"How about this, why don't we take a photo together? I've known you for so long, and we haven't taken a selfie yet!" Her excited and joyful appearance finally made Sherlock's impatient expression fade a bit.

He nodded, and the small hat almost slipped off. Connie had been staring at the hat, and at this moment she held it quickly, and sat next to Sherlock and took out her phone.

With a "click", she smiled and took their first group photo with Sherlock, whose expressions were not ready yet.

On the phone, Sherlock wearing a pink hat was still a little dazed, his expressionless face made him look innocent, while Connie smiled, but there was a slight stiffness hidden in that smile.

Oh my god, I'm going to hold back my sister to death! ! !Aijia wants a dog! ! !The laughing dog brought it! ! ! !

But - follow-up work still needs to be done.

"This is for Alex, but if Sherlock likes it, I can make you a black one, or a gray one, which color do you like?" She took the hat off his head, smiling so hard that she couldn't see her eyes .

"..." Only then did the Great God realize that he was being tricked.

"Connie." His expressionless face was enough to scare the gods and Buddhas to death.

But Connie, who has seen him wearing a pink hat, is just three words at this time, so afraid of a fart!Hahahahahahaha...

The author has something to say: I'm afraid of a fart hahaha... Well, today is long enough!The author simply wants a dog to take it!