[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Christmas Eve.

Ever since she saw Sherlock put on a pink hat in front of her that day, Connie felt that the distance between her and him had suddenly shortened.

Even if it's just what she thought.

Over the next few days, she knitted another gray hat for Sherlock.This time, the style is more mature. After all, although Sherlock is young, his style is not cute. If she really knits an enlarged version for him, it is estimated that this hat will be directly out of him.

For someone who can tell what's in a gift box at a glance, all wrapping is useless camouflage, so Connie saves on wrapping.

As a result, on the first day of weaving, Henry took a fancy to it.

Henry has taken a fancy to it, how far can Mrs. Hudson go?

After a long time, it was the day before Christmas Eve, after Connie finally finished knitting her and Alex's best friend money, the New York Police Department detective couple was remembered by her.

This family came here from thousands of miles to handle the case. It can't be Christmas without any presents, right?Especially when she gave away to everyone else... So with a wave of her little hand, two couple scarves came out again.

A box full of gifts was placed under the Christmas tree, and the person who received the gift was written on the corner of the box.

Just wait until tomorrow morning to unwrap the presents!

Just before the sunset on Christmas Eve, the doorbell of 221B rang.

The dim light in the house renders the whole house as warm as spring—of course, thanks to the air conditioner.

Connie was putting the last dish on the table at that time, and when she heard the bell, she went to class like clockwork, only to say "Let me do it", and rushed out like a sword from the string.

Mrs. Hudson looked at her and laughed: "This is a child... I have never seen Connie so excited..." She put the dishes and chopsticks, was embraced by Henry, and kissed her. On the forehead, the meaning of happiness permeates the whole room.

The two looked at each other tacitly, and looked at Sherlock who was sitting on the single sofa: "Oh, Sherlock, you are not too young...why don't you find a girlfriend? Oh, I'm just worried about you... ..." Mrs. Hudson felt guilty before the eyes came over.

But she is the flower of London!I'm not afraid ╮(╯▽╰)╭

"Yes, Sherlock. Seeing you alone, you must be lonely." Henry gave him a wink and chimed in.

I don't think so.

"Love?" He sneered, as if he heard something funny, "That's boring."

"Boring?" The two looked at each other, feeling that nothing good would happen next.

Outside the door, Connie greeted the three of them with a smile.

"Welcome to come." Connie smiled brightly. When she saw Alex, her eyes lit up obviously, as if she had been dripped with 520 glue.

"Excuse me." Beckett was obviously very polite, while Richart was obviously much more familiar with him.

"Oh, I have long admired the name of Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and he is in it..."

"Castle!"

"Dad!"

Two female voices sounded at the same time, and his excited expression seemed to be put on the pause button.

Connie chuckled, feeling that the author made her feel more funny than being offended.

Unlike Pauline's domineering impertinence, this gentleman's impertinence seemed to flow more from his informality.

"Sorry, my dad is too..." Alex was a little sorry.

Connie shook her head indifferently, "It's okay, we are expecting you, come in quickly, the food is ready."

The three of them moved their noses, apparently the smell had haunted them for a long time.

"Wow~" When seeing the dishes, the author couldn't use any adjectives.

In contrast, Connie was full of pride.

You know, she put all her efforts tonight!

"Because I don't know what taste you like, so I made some more dishes, please try them." After everyone was seated, she poured red wine for several people.

As a result, taking advantage of this gap, Lestrade, who arrived late, sat next to Alex, directly snatching the seat that Connie had been looking forward to, causing Connie to sit next to Sherlock.

The eye knife was thrown at Lestrade as if he didn't want money.

As expected of a workaholic, Beckett chatted directly with Lestrade about the case at the dinner table, but avoided some bloody details and only talked about the general situation.

Everyone here is quite used to it. Listening to what they said, Connie suddenly remembered something.

"At ten o'clock that night, there might have been someone outside the window."

"Oh? How do you say it?" Lestrade's eyes lit up.

"Because I opened the window at that time, and a white cat jumped out, which made me startled, but I didn't see anyone at the time, so I didn't pay much attention..."

Lestrade bowed his head in disappointment: "So you didn't see..."

Connie's eyes were heavy: "If you see it, I probably won't be here."

No, maybe the man saw her and went into her room afterward?

scare!How is it so creepy?

No, that person had a plan to kill. If it was because he entered her ward halfway, why would he write her name on the window?

He won't kill and kill half of him is interested in her, so he came to visit her ward, recognized her face, and let him take care of her to announce that she was his next target, right?

hehe.Oh, you have blood all over your face.

Lestrade was obviously extremely disappointed.

Sherlock was eating without saying a word, and the chat about the case probably came to an end. It's a shame that Connie had no chance to talk to Alex with Sherlock, but Richard always wanted to talk to Sherlock.

After finally finding an opportunity, he did not miss the opportunity: "Oh, Mr. Holmes, I have always admired the case you reasoned. The Central Bank shooting case in New York gave me great inspiration."

Sherlock glanced at him with a flat face: "The secret of the three."

It was the name of his novel that was spoken.

Connie felt that Richard's eyes suddenly doubled in size, and they still had a flash effect.

"Wow! Have you read them?"

Sherlock glanced at Connie: "Well, Connie has read all your novels." This is not a lie, after reading one of his novels by chance, Connie did ask Lestrade to put him All the books I wrote were borrowed.

No, there is another one on the sofa.

Richard glanced at Connie happily, and scanned the book on the sofa: "Oh, since that's the case, I'd be happy to sign your book~"

Connie froze, and said with a smile: "Thank you sir, why don't you sign my notebook, I will store it well." Those books are all borrowed, and if something is written on it, she will have to pay to accompany it. Cried……

A meal came to an end in the conversation between you and me, and I touched my bursting stomach constantly.

Except for Sherlock who chatted with Richard on the sofa, Connie was the calmest.

"Let me help you." When collecting the dishes, Alex offered to help.

Connie hesitated for a moment, and she was not willing to go on a date at a quiet distance: "Then thank you." Being polite is the most important thing when making friends...

She took the prepared scented tea, put it on the coffee table for several people, turned around and left.

So much so that "a cup of coffee and two sugars" that Sherlock needs every day has been forgotten by her.

"Those dishes are so delicious, how do you make them?" Alex seemed to like her quite a bit, and Connie was about to jump up in her heart, but she was smiling on the surface.

"Just look at the recipes, and then adjust according to the taste when you actually operate them. I will also watch some cooking programs and posts..." She shared her experiences one by one. When she first came to London, she wanted to practice In English, it is true that most of them are food programs.

Alex listened to her words, his eyes flashed with envy.

"That's great." She sighed.

"What?" Connie asked.

"Connie must love cooking."

"Well, I like it." After thinking for a while, she nodded heavily: "I like delicious food, no matter what job I do in the future, but this is the only thing I am sure I will do in my life." Cooking is her hobby anyway, No matter what happens in the future, she has to eat!

Food or something...it's a big pit...

Alex's expression became even more envious: "I really want to be like you and like something so much..."

Connie was slightly taken aback, and turned to see her expression.

"What does Alex like?"

"I want to be a samurai!" She was full of pride.

However, this Two-dimensional dream always makes people laugh.

Connie was serious.

Swordsman was also her childhood dream...

"Then go and realize your dreams. Girls are good at practicing martial arts, so they can protect themselves!" She thought of the murderer again as she spoke.

In the future, I will be by Sherlock's side for a long time. Do I want to enroll in some classes after school...

"But, don't you think this dream is very..." Alex was a little disappointed. Many people always laughed when they heard her dream, even Dad, why didn't Connie?

"No, it's good." Connie shook her head, and was shocked when she saw Alex's disappointed expression: "We are all young, of course we have to realize our dreams, don't be influenced by those who have failed, because they are failures who." That's why the so-called experience is used to restrain potential newborns.

Dreams are the most powerful things in this world. They can inspire all potential and talents of people. A few words about the experience of those who have come here, what a fart?

Connie's eyes were as bright as the sun, and Connie stared at her dumbfounded.

Connie came back to her senses, and realized that she seemed too excited and accidentally scared the little girl. She immediately smiled and frowned: "So if you have a dream, Alex must make it come true!"

"...Mmm!" Alex's eyes were shining like the sun, and the dishes in his hands were gently wiped, just like her heart like the warm winter sun.

"You're beautiful," she said suddenly.

Connie was taken aback: "Huh?" Who?

"You." She looked at Alex's serious expression, and her already excellent appearance when she was young, and then looked back at the water basin, her own cute face at best.

nice?She has nothing but bright eyes...

But since Alex praised her...hehe, there is an inexplicable secret joy in my heart!

"Thank you, you are beautiful too."

"Let's be friends, BFF, for a lifetime!"

"Okay, okay!" Fucking dreams come true, the title of the gold list title, the feeling of marrying a beautiful wife is cute and cute~(≧▽≦)/~

The two little girls looked at each other and smiled brightly like the sun.

At the door of the kitchen, a man with a cold air watched the conversation, and after a while, he walked away without a sound, the cup in his hand was still empty.

"Hey, aren't you going to pour coffee?" Lestrade asked, looking at his empty cup.

Sherlock picked up the book and looked at it with a blank expression. The two couples were fed up, and now they went out to eat and take a walk separately. Lestrade looked at the full gift boxes under the Christmas tree, and felt warm in his heart. Many gifts, there must be one for him...

It's a pity that as soon as I finished preparing the gifts for the people in 221B, Alex asked to come to divert my attention. Even Richard and Beckett's gifts were made in a hurry, and he was completely forgotten...

It can only be said that no matter how careful and considerate, there are exceptions...

Lestrade was looking at the gift, but Sherlock was staring at the bonfire, and the same figure kept appearing at the fork in his mind.

On her fair little face, a pair of eyes seemed to outline the sun, moon and stars, sometimes like the deep sea, sometimes like the scorching sun.

The author has something to say: tsk tsk tsk, the first and second biggest obstacles on Sherlock's way of chasing his wife are all here~(≧▽≦)/~Oh, the Hudsons can only be counted as n?