[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Mr. Sherlock, it's lunch time. I made stewed steak and chicken with mashed potatoes. Would you like to come down to join our Chinese meal?" Connie gently opened the door. In the messy room, Sherlock was standing In front of the window, there is a book in each of the left and right hands, and they are fascinated by it.

After a long silence, Connie didn't get an answer, and rubbed her hands together in embarrassment.

"Mr. Sherlock?"

"..."

"Mr. Holmes?"

"Oh... Connie? What's the matter with you? Just call me Sherlock." Sherlock suddenly turned around, probably hearing Connie's call, and was looking at her intently.

Inexplicably, Connie felt even more embarrassed.

"I came up to invite you to join us for lunch. Of course... if sir is not used to it, I can also bring it to you? And... my name is Connie." Connie replied with a smile, and suddenly felt like sitting with the Great God It would be hard to eat together...

Connie expected Sherlock to nod his thanks and add "one coffee, two sugars", but he actually closed the book and walked up to her.

"Is there anything else?" He looked at Connie suspiciously.

Connie struggled to look up at him, shook her head silently, and stepped aside.

Sherlock went downstairs in twos and threes, and was already greeting Mrs. Hudson downstairs.

Connie could hear Mrs. Hudson's cheerful chatter and Sherlock's calm voice from the top of the stairs.

Stiffly walking down the stairs, seeing the two sitting at the dining table, Connie felt that her whole body was not well for a moment.

I really want to eat at the same table with the Great God...

Like the jackpot feeling of dining alone with a celebrity...

Although there is Mrs. Hudson in the middle.

No, no, compared to lunch, it was incredible that Sherlock would accept her invitation.

Or is it that the current Sherlock is too young, so he still has a bit of humanity?

Well, it's just a meal, Connie, don't make such a fuss!It's too low!At any rate, he is a man produced by □□!

Man Up! ! !

Encouraging herself in her heart, Connie paused and sat down at the table.

"This is spaghetti." The Sherlock sat down, but he didn't even have a fork in his hand. Connie handed him a plate of spaghetti, and handed him a knife, fork and spoon one by one. A servant girl who serves her master.

When it was over, he poured him a glass of water, and poured two glasses of milk for Mrs. Hudson and himself.

"Thank you." Sherlock, who took the spaghetti without saying anything, said thank you when he took the warm water.

Connie smiled flattered, but secretly felt that Sherlock was really a very careful person.

"Oh, Connie, why don't you pour a glass of milk for Sherlock, he's still young, and it's time for him to supplement his nutrition." Mrs. Hudson ate the mashed potatoes contentedly, but didn't move a bite of the pasta.

"Mr. Sherlock doesn't like milk, but Mrs. Hudson. You can't just eat mashed potatoes and meat. You still have to eat some staple food. I make very light ones. You should eat some." The glass of milk was left alone for breakfast, and it seemed that he didn't drink a sip. It must be that Sherlock himself doesn't like milk.

"I see, Connie, I know you're a good boy, but I still hope to have a quiet and peaceful lunch time..." Mrs. Hudson made an impatient grimace, and Connie smiled and poured another amount on her plate. Stuffing some pasta made her look in disbelief, and she almost couldn't help laughing.

But the Great God is here, you still have to maintain a quiet and peaceful dining environment...

The three had their lunch in harmony. Connie secretly observed Sherlock's meal and saw him putting things into his mouth with a calm expression. If it can be eaten in his mouth, the taste should not be bad for him.

For some reason, Connie felt a little happy.

I always feel affirmed by my craft...

o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓ Connie really wanted to slap the table and laugh wildly to express her heroic excitement, but in the end she covered her mouth and snickered.

It’s good to be secretly happy about this kind of thing~(ˉ▽￣~)~

Because of the inner excitement, a small plateau red inevitably appeared on the little face.

Sherlock ate food in silence. Although the taste was not very good, it was already a good skill for a 12-year-old girl. In addition, because her words gave some clues to the case yesterday, she was extra tolerant .

But this girl is really a little strange, what's the matter secretly watching her laughing?

Doesn't he have a bad face today?No, it's impossible, Mrs. Hudson is so shabby every day, so she's not dead laughing.

It's just that he couldn't figure out why she laughed. Could it be because he knew too little?It seems that his deductive method needs to be strengthened...

Detective Mr. Sherlock will never know that there is something in this world that cannot be deduced by any deductive method-brain hole.

Because they break through the infinite sky, and there will never be any so-called reason at all.

Mrs. Hudson watched the flirtatious pair and felt the air filled with pink bubbles.

Oh~ dear God, young is good, although Connie is still underage, and there is a little difference in age from Sherlock, but it seems that no distance can stop true love from coming!

o(#￣▽￣)==O))￣0￣")221B is finally coming to spring~ Look at Connie’s blushing face v●

The three of them were brainwashing each other, and their imaginations almost broke through the sky.

At this moment, the more Mrs. Hudson looked at Sherlock, the more satisfied she was. She had a sense of superiority towards her future son-in-law named mother-in-law, and the expression on her face became elegant.

The two of them didn't know what she was thinking, otherwise Sherlock... would probably just ignore it.

Connie should have stuffed her plate with a basin of pasta to force her to finish.

In the silent atmosphere, Sherlock used half of the pasta, cleared his throat with a few sips of warm water, and opened his mouth first.

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