[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"I'm so sorry... because it was too late to book a hotel, so I can only interrupt..." At night, Richard lied without changing his face and heartbeat, and his expression of secret joy could hardly be concealed.

Both Beckett and Alex obviously felt a little humiliated.

Connie pulled Alex and smiled: "It's okay, it's Christmas, how deserted it is to live in a hotel, my bed is big, if Alex doesn't mind, you can come with me, there are still vacant rooms at home, the bed only needs You can rest after making a bed, because there is only one bed, so you may have to wrong Detective Beckett and Mr. Richard..." Connie can guarantee that when she said one bed, Richard's eyes lit up. The thief is fast.

"Oh no, no, no, as long as there is a place to rest, thank you very much, lovely Connie." His eyes were filled with the words of secret joy.

Connie seemed to see Beckett's hand squeeze Richard's back severely behind his back.

Hiss...it must be painful...

The vacant bed is in Sherlock's room on the second floor. There is only one bed in that room, and nothing else. It is usually used to store sundries. Thanks to Connie, will she be able to clean it? Otherwise, the vacuum will not come out for a while.

However, Alex was able to live in 221B, which surprised Connie, although it was a bit unexpected... But, two girls slept together and chatted until midnight, it was really fragile!

Sherlock glanced at Connie's obviously happy face, but didn't refuse.

It's just that Lestrade said: He's a loner, really lonely.

Connie had a little bit of conscience, and under Lestrade's constantly shooting eyes, she made some supper for him to take away, then turned around and happily dragged Alex back to the room.

Lestrade looked at the espresso in his hand, did Connie ask him to stay up late to investigate the case?

Several adults opened a table upstairs to play cards. Connie saw that Mrs. Hudson was there, so she took Alex back to her room to play.

I have to say that the two little girls still have a lot to talk about.

Alex is obviously still interested in the previous topic of "samurai dreams", and she seems to have a good impression of Connie. When the two good girls took a bath and changed into pajamas and lay under the bed, Alex took Comes out of a small box.

Connie was close to tears.

"Is this for me?" She looked at the box in surprise, feeling very happy.

Alex nodded: "Yeah, I don't know what you like, but dad said that he will have new friends when he comes to London this time, so I'll go... Ah, the gift should be a surprise!" Alex suddenly stopped talking.

Connie laughed: "Well, let's wait until tomorrow morning to open it! I also prepared a gift for you." Alex's eyes lit up when he heard Connie say this, and the two laughed tacitly, lying on the floor with their heads on each other. On the bed, they began to chat endlessly.

"Is Connie interested in anything?"

"Well... besides food, reading should be counted as one. When I go to school in the future... I want to learn boxing and horse riding." She thought about the British education, and proposed the two things she most wanted to learn.

Alex was a little surprised. Seeing her white and tender appearance, although she was about the same age as him, she looked like a little doll. If she hadn't matured unexpectedly, she would still look a little like him... However, thinking of her warrior dream, she I'm calm again.

"I used to like swordsmen very much, you know, the kind in ancient China, the kind who can roam the rivers and lakes with a sword and a horse..." She described the heroic swordsman in the book who walked the rivers and lakes one by one. The pride and enthusiasm made Alex feel elated.

"It's a pity... I didn't know this kind of dream until I grew up. There is no possibility of realizing it at all... But does everyone have a dream in their hearts... Fortunately, they also have other dreams..." Counting, she has I've had a lot of dreams...

Alex smiled: "Yeah, I used to want to be an astronaut, and then I had more dreams, and I don't know what my future job will be..."

The two looked at each other and smiled. Connie took out the treasure box under her bed and shared it with her new friends. It contained handmade works in her free time.

The two little girls chatted from hobbies to favorite celebrity authors to future life plans, and when they finally moved to the topic of the person their boyfriend likes and the person they have a crush on, a burst of rhythmic bullets sounded above their heads.

The walls were vibrating—the sound insulation of the newly built walls was not very good, and the sound of the bullets was much louder than before, but Sherlock stopped shooting bullets at the floor.

Moreover, he also created his own communication method.

Three almost full, four bullets, means - I'm thirsty, as for the drink?

A cup of coffee, two sugar, the whole world knows!

Alex was obviously taken aback: "What's wrong!?"

Connie patted her on the shoulder reassuringly: "Don't be afraid, this is Sherlock's signal, he is going to drink coffee..." Christmas Eve also disturbed her friendship with the cute girl.

She picked up the phone that was set to silent, and sure enough, there was a text message on it.

Sherlock!Bad review!

Connie quietly put on her slippers, and the door opened with a bang before she got up.

The two little girls stared blankly, and it was the figure of Richard galloping forward.

"dad?"

"Oh, luckily, you're fine."

Alex patted him and said he was fine.

"What's going on? I heard gunshots in the toilet."

"Sorry, that's Mr. Sherlock. He occasionally punches holes in the wall with a gun, which is good for his thinking... I'm really sorry, I scared you." Connie apologized to Richard .

Also, she really couldn't tell how they used bullets to convey information-especially Sherlock, who she had thought hard about, didn't have strict bullet rules.

Three fast and one slow are for coffee, and four yuan is for going upstairs.The two meanings made her ears almost callused.

Richard came back to his senses and was stunned for a moment: "Oh, so that's the case. Hehe..."

Beckett followed him downstairs, and she was also quite frightened. Seeing Sherlock take out the gun and hit the wall, she thought it was an accident, so she also pulled out the gun.

Then she heard Richard running downstairs, screaming at Alex, and she thought something happened to Alex, but...

She pulled Richard away with some embarrassment: "Okay, it's okay, don't stay in Biren's room so rudely."

Connie put on her coat, Alex put on the newly bought coat, and the two left the room.

"Sir, you're scared. It just so happens that Sherlock wants to drink coffee. What do you want to drink? There are juices and scented teas prepared at home, which are very good."

"Coffee? Sherlock? Okay, I'll have a cup of this too~" After explaining the misunderstanding clearly, Richard turned back into that idle man again.

"castle." Beckett suddenly said expressionlessly.

"What's the matter, dear?"

"I remember you went to the bathroom just now..."

"Hmm..." There was a subtle expression on her face.

"so……"

"What?" Alex suddenly felt a bad premonition...

"Oh!" Richard suddenly covered his mouth in surprise, moved his hand away with a blue face under Beckett's expression that couldn't bear to look directly, and said tremblingly: "I seem...haven't washed my hands... ..."

Alex, who was hugged by a bear just now, froze: "Dad!"

"Hey... sorry..." Xiong Han let out a smirk, and the big man fled away.

Connie patted her reassuringly: "It's okay~"

Alex had a bitter face: "If it's really okay, why are you so far away from me?"

"Where... how can there be..." Connie took a small step closer, but was instantly rewarded by Alex who rushed forward.

The small face twisted for a moment, but it was mixed with a touch of happiness.

Tsk... this feeling of pain and happiness...

The two girls smiled and carried the tray up to the second floor. In addition to the coffee, there were some snacks made by Connie. They started a new round of fighting. For cards that could be memorized, even the front could be deduced from the back. For Sherlock, this is just a one-sided massacre...

"Oh, delicious coffee." Richard took a breath of enjoyment.

Everyone held coffee, while Alex and Connie sat on the sofa and ate milk tea and mille-feuille. They said: I still like sweets...

There was a mess on the sofa, so Connie tidied it up, but she accidentally stepped on a mobile phone, picked it up and saw that a message had just been sent.

"Thank you for the dim sum, it's delicious." Mao?

She looked at the people present and asked, "Whose phone is this? Did it drop on the ground?"

Everyone stopped what they were doing, Richard took the opportunity to sneak a glance at the cards in Sherlock's hand, and then smiled happily.

"Lestrade's." Sherlock answered with a glance.

The crowd continued.

The corner of Connie's mouth twitched, thinking about the text message, hesitated for a while, pretended to be slippery and clicked... Lord, forgive her curiosity this time...

Letter, Holmes.

Connie glanced at Sherlock with an unpredictable expression, then turned off the phone, and after a while, her eyes were charming.

Damn it, my sister's YY won't come true, right?

It was still Christmas Eve in the middle of the night, and Lestrade went to see Mycroft with some snacks?

oh mo oh mo oh mo...

"What's the matter? Connie." Sherlock asked without looking back.

Connie's face was flat: "It's nothing." She said it was YY, but she really didn't think that Lestrade would be with Mycroft. The two brothers of the Holmes family are extremely smart, and Sherlock is not interested in feelings. Interest, the one in the CIA... No, no, she still doesn't speculate, just quietly make a Lu Zhi that she likes to eat...

Looking back, Alex is already working on the second piece.

She immediately put the matter to the back of her mind: "Let's eat mango and red bean flavors first. There are also durian and matcha flavors in the refrigerator. What flavor does Alex prefer? Chocolate? Okay, we can tomorrow Do it together, how long are you staying in London..."

The cold air that flashed in someone's eyes behind him was all diverted.

"Snapped".

"Haha, I won, Xiao Wang!"

After a while, the slender hands turned the cards over, and the uniform cards made several people dumbfounded.

"You lost." Sherlock said, the cards in his hand were as if Richard had peeked at them. The first four cards were absolutely bad, but with the last card added, it might not be so.

"What!" Richard yelled fiercely.

Connie went over to take a look, and she was shocked: "It's really an amazing example of a dick's counterattack..." Sherlock's play is thrilling.

"Who is a dick?"

"...Me." Facing those emerald green eyes, Connie secretly said something bad, and said something weakly, with a flattering smile on her face holding the plate.

Sherlock glanced at the plate in her hand, took a spoon and took a mouthful: "Not bad."

Connie looked at the motionless dessert next to his hand: "..."

Mrs. Hudson gave Sherlock a hard look, and brought the plate in Connie's hand to Sherlock's side, and gave the plate in Sherlock's hand to Connie.

snort!Want to take advantage of their baby girl with an indirect kiss?No way!

But Sherlock's cool gaze still made the old lady shiver.

Henry looked at the field, and couldn't explain the weird atmosphere. In his heart, Sherlock was indeed somewhat "ambitious".

But Connie doesn't know, and there are guests, so don't let the housework out...

The atmosphere became a little stiff.

Connie looked at the awkward atmosphere, and suggested, "Why don't you... have some traditional Chinese culture?"

"Oh? What's that?" Henry asked with interest.

Mrs. Hudson clapped her hands: "Mahjong!"

"……Yes."

In the end, the national quintessence of China saved the atmosphere of this almost defeat.

Connie finally noticed that Sherlock seemed a little unhappy... as if he was having a fight...?

After Alex finally fell asleep overwhelmed, it was past midnight.

Richard and Beckett seemed interested in the new game, as did Mrs. Hudson and Henry.

Sherlock backed away without much interest after touching himself a few times.

After Connie watched him hide in her room for a long time, she still knocked on his door with determination.

"Knock knock knock".

There is no sound.

"Sherlock?" Did he fall asleep?

Connie hesitated for a while, then turned and took two steps.

"Come in." A sober voice rang through the door.

The door is opened.

Connie stood still, turned around, and saw him in a bathrobe, with water dripping on his wet hair, and his eyes were like a deer.

Suddenly, like a drop of water hitting the sea, a stone knocked on the wooden door.

Hey, hey, hey.

what is knocking

The author has something to say: The author is also working hard on literature and art, tsk tsk tsk...

Christmas is coming, just in case I wish everyone a Merry Christmas in advance~~~

On Christmas Eve, remember to eat Ping An fruit, oh be safe and safe~~~

muah!

Hey, the author likes Alex so much that he really wants to change the hero, how can he break it ==

How about letting Connie overthrow Sherlock and then turn herself into the hero and put Alex in her arms!

Houhou is a very good idea! ! !

Well, it’s just pure imagination, but Alex’s status as the number one best friend is unshakable.

Sherlock Rival No. 1 get~

Mo Niang has cried to death in the toilet...