[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

There was little smoke in the kitchen, and Connie ate a bowl of noodles with Sherlock's own noodles.

#This guy actually took two bites and it was over#

#It doesn't look like it's delicious#

#So what is the significance of his act of kneading the noodles himself and ordering a bowl again#

But Connie has always been clever, and Sherlock would always finish his share quietly in the past, but today is very different, as if something is on his mind that makes him unable to eat with peace of mind.

—— After tossing for so long, Connie finally saw the signs.

"What happened?" Connie asked cautiously.

He doesn't always show abnormalities, but occasionally he is very dramatic.

"Ding dong."

His phone lights up.

He wiped his mouth, put down the tableware in his hand, picked up his phone and stood up, taking a sip of the coffee Connie handed over to him.

The freshly brewed coffee is steaming from the mouth, with a faint aroma.

"It's nothing, it's just that Lestrade was kidnapped." He said flatly.

Connie: ...that's very interesting!

"what happened?"

The people next to me pricked up their ears.

"The bomber, one of Moriarty's men."

Startled, Connie lowered her head.

"Nothing to do with you."

Connie looked up in frustration: "Yes, it has something to do with you." It was always the people around Sherlock who suffered.

"God bless, please keep Detective Lestrade safe." Connie prayed, clasping her hands.

Two voices with a touch of sarcasm remembered at the same time.

"Praying to God doesn't help."

Connie was taken aback, watching Sherlock and Walter speak in unison.

"I know, it's just an expression of sincerity, but sometimes prayers can bring luck!" A little bit of luck, perhaps sometimes combined with human efforts, can create miracles.

"Oh.eon." Sherlock's voice disappeared under Connie's pupils.

"Okay, how do we save Lestrade?" Connie clapped her hands and looked at the audience.

"No, it's none of my business." Toby raised his eyebrows with his hips akimbo.

Sylvester grinned: "Oh. Bomber. This must be fun!"

Happy stared at him very unwillingly: "What's so amazing, I can make one in minutes."

Walter: "Indeed, just an ordinary bomber."

Megan hammered Walter angrily: "This is a police officer who was kidnapped by a bomber, don't act so cold-blooded!"

Walter: "I'm not cold-blooded. This is just one of the very common chance events. Someone is kidnapped. Someone is kidnapped. Among the more than 60 billion people in the world, there will always be police officers who are kidnapped..."

The friends nod their heads in agreement.

Sherlock: "Oh! It seems that you are not so boring."

Megan and Connie held their foreheads at the same time, feeling that something was going to go wrong.

"So what do we do now?" Connie interrupted this weird conversation again forcefully.

Sherlock picked up the phone and snapped.

"The plane is already waiting at the airport. After the bomber here is dealt with, we can go back." It seemed to be an ordinary thing in this world.

Connie was surprised: "Here!"

Sherlock didn't change his face: "In London, who has the guts to touch the sheep of Scotland Yard."

Connie: "Moriarty is so bad, even the police officer!"

Sherlock glanced at her: "Who said it was Moriarty who ordered it."

Connie stared: "Isn't it?"

Continue typing: "He came with me, as well as the Castle family, but he went to the New York Police Station first, and when he returned halfway, he was kidnapped... That person happened to be one of Moriarty's subordinates."

Connie couldn't calm down for a long time: "Officer Lestrade..." This luck is comparable to hers.

"Anyway. Now let's go to New York, let's go." He finally finished typing, putting away his phone and putting his hands in his pockets.

Connie nodded and turned to thank them one by one.

"Thank you so much for your help this time. I'm leaving first. Next time you come to London, you can come to me. I'll cook something delicious for you. So, goodbye!" She hugged Megan and Happy, Although the latter one is mandatory to give hugs.

The bright smile probably infected a few people, but he didn't say anything to spoil the atmosphere.

Megan waved with tears in her eyes: "Well, we are already friends, this is my ins account..." She took out a small note that she didn't know when she wrote it and stuffed it into Connie's hand: "Remember to add me as a friend, Let's meet again later."

Connie was very moved after receiving the note, and turned to look at the others.

"I have already hacked your account, so don't worry, we will all add you as friends." Sylvester said very happily.

Connie touched her face without tears, and waved happily: "That's good." Although it feels wrong...

"Also, if you want to study in the United States in the future, you can contact us." Megan added.

"Connie, hurry up." An urging voice came from the door.

Connie was taken aback: "Thank you. I will."

Then ran out of the warehouse.

A slight sadness floated in the air of the warehouse, even though it was only Megan's thoughts.

"Okay, the last experiment, happy..." Walter clapped his hands, and the friends started discussing things again.

Megan's remaining emotions disappeared in an instant.

She looked at her younger brother helplessly and dissatisfied, and wanted him to have some ordinary emotions. Is it so difficult?

At any rate, this time, Connie seems to be particularly likable, and the friends have a good impression of her...

"What's wrong?" Happy was at the end and saw Megan's face.

Megan watched her helplessly express her thoughts, which drew a faint smile from her.

"She is a nice girl, but for us, she is just a little bit special than the average person, but she is not special enough..." She said pointedly, "This is just an accident..." Except that Megan and Sylvester are more involved.

Outside the warehouse, Connie followed Sherlock into the SUV and was rushing to the airport.

"Detective Beckett at the station?"

Sherlock nodded.

"The bomber this time has always been the subject of key monitoring in the United States, but his whereabouts are unpredictable and he has not been caught."

Connie nodded, recalling the previous case in London, and asked again: "Has the couple's case been solved?"

Sherlock looked at her: "It's broken. Both of them died at the hands of a doctor, and that doctor happened to be an admirer of Moriarty. It just so happens that you also know his girlfriend, the nurse who took care of you. "

Connie was startled, covered her mouth and exclaimed: "Amanda!"

"The blood is also his case, and the blood was from the person you killed the night you were hospitalized. Another patient in the hospital."

Connie's scalp tingled.Thinking of the person who entered her ward that night.

Should she be glad that she is the object of confession?Otherwise, the blood is likely to be hers...

"Not Moriarty? Then why did he do this to me?"

No, no, someone will explain to her.

Since when did I mess with Moriarty's admirers for being so law-abiding?

Surprise and panic made Connie lose her desire to pursue the process of solving the case.

Fortunately, "Fortunately, he was arrested."

Otherwise, she would suffer much more.

"..." Looking up, Sherlock has been looking at her.Some kind of fluctuation flashed in the indifferent green eyes.

Connie's hairs stood on end, and she wiped her sweat watching his silence: "The murderer...I mean Amanda's boyfriend, he should have been caught."

"..."

"right?"

"Who told you that?"

"..." Hope was officially shattered.

Born without a loveable face.

"Don't worry, I will protect you." He spoke again.

The eyes are still indifferent.

Connie took a tight breath and looked at his sudden words.

As if delighted by her tense appearance, his eyes curved slightly, and the corners of his eyes seemed to have a little bit of the setting sun, flooding with yellow sunlight.

Comfortable and warm, beautiful and melancholy.

"Really?"

"Well, really. Miss my assistant."

The first time he smiled, it was a normal friendly smile.Instead of dealing with it with a half-hearted smile.

It's shallow, but Connie thinks it's damn good looking.

Suddenly, I feel that a pure man's heart is full of girlish vitality... Is it not suitable to roll around and act like a baby and beg for a hug?

After a moment of hesitation, Connie boldly took Sherlock's hand.

Hold out your little finger.

"Hanging on the hook, it must not be changed for 100 years! Anyone who breaks his promise will be a puppy!" Connie couldn't help rubbing her hands at the end of the seal.

Looking back, he saw him raising his eyebrows, his little face flushed.

It seems that my shamelessness is not enough.

"In that case..." He withdrew his palm and stretched out both hands in front of Connie.

"...what are you doing?"

"Hmm... mud liver god..." The flesh on both sides of the cheeks protruding from the baby's fat was pinched.

Knead up and down and pull outward.

Connie's eyes widened in disbelief.

"If you want to knead glutinous rice balls, you can buy flour!" Kneading noodles is really addictive!

The angry eyes made Sherlock laugh.

The gleaming white teeth hurt Connie's eyes, but she saw his smile flash past, and after a while, he let go of his hand with a blank expression.

Started to take out the phone and started crackling.

Speechlessly rubbing her flushed cheeks, Connie walked away from Sherlock angrily, and silently moved to the edge.

Thinking of his actions just now, he blushed and was puzzled.

When did Sherlock get so close to her and even laugh!

Could it be that something major happened in this short day?

Damn, how does she look at missing an important event at a critical moment!

Or did it mean that Lestrade was kidnapped, Sherlock was calm on the face, but actually his mind was about to collapse, so he made such an action that did not conform to his usual habits?

What about McCoff?

Oh my goodness it can't be that Sherlock and Mycroft are having an argument over Lestrade!

Could it be that it was because of her that Peanut fell in love with Lestrade before Sherlock appeared! ?

God is sorry to see her really didn't do it on purpose!

But Sherlock smiled so beautifully and handsomely just now, it really drove her off...

I can't do it, could it be said that this is the first step for her to become a cannon fodder female supporting role!

Like the bitter Jasmine, she is about to fall into the charm of the Great God and cannot extricate herself?

Although I said I liked it at first, but that kind of like is different...

Stop!

If so, take the quiz!

Connie took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let her imagination run free... If Sherlock was kissing Lestrade...would she be jealous...?

Two minutes later, Connie opened her eyes in relief.

Fortunately, it seems that she has not fallen into the arms of the Great God and is unstoppable.

The heartbeat just now should have just been disturbed by the beauty of the great god.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was startled by the pair of green eyes that were staring straight in front of him!

"Ah!" It's time to get so close!Varied!what! ! !

"What are you thinking?"

There was no turning back for Connie.

"It's nothing, just...a little sleepy."

He looked at it for a while, then retracted his slender neck.

"There is still a long way to go, you can sleep for a while."

He took off his coat and put it over Connie's head.

Connie was flattered: "Thank you."

Then, she really fell asleep.

Ten minutes later, Connie, who was staggering in her sleep, was falling asleep on Sherlock's shoulder in the slightly bumpy SUV.

Sherlock looked at the phone, glanced at her from time to time, saw that she was sleeping soundly, and turned back to do her own thing, the atmosphere was peaceful for a while.

The commissioner sent to pick up and drop off looked at everything in the rearview mirror, and felt that a group of mud horses were running around all the time.

Who is Sherlock, of course he knows.

But today, where did this high imitation come from! ?