[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

She has calmed down now. Although there are still traces of tears in the corners of her eyes, her emotions seem to have calmed down a lot.

Connie walked over to her, looked at her tears and fear, remembered Robert's eyes just now, and her subconscious reaction when she saw the corpse, and suddenly felt a strange feeling.

She seems...not so afraid of corpses?

Thinking of how she felt when Sherlock wanted to hire her to cut his brain.

It seems quite different from now.

Hehe...it feels like a long time...

Shaking his head, he could not say that he was in a subtle mood of sadness and joy.

"Spencer, are you okay?" She reached Spencer's side and greeted the female teacher.

Seeing that Spencer was accompanied, the female teacher handed Spencer to Connie, got up and went to the other side.

Because of some riots just now, it has attracted the attention of many people.

Connie watched the principal come in a hurry, and the alarm bell sounded shortly afterwards, pulling Spencer away from the scene of the crime.

"Don't be afraid." Patting Spencer, Connie handed over the hot water.

Two policemen came over from a distance, presumably to ask for a statement.

Sure enough: "Hello, who is Spencer?" Spencer looked up at the two policemen and raised his hands: "I am."

"We have a few questions for you about the crime scene." The tall one was impersonal.

Connie frowned.

"Of course, it's just some simple questions. Don't be nervous." Seeing that Spencer seemed to have just cried, the chubby police officer softened his tone immediately.

Connie felt better now.

She sat next to Spencer, holding her hand: "Don't be afraid, just tell the whole process you remember, and try to be as detailed as possible."

Spencer looked at Connie, calmed down strangely, and began to recall everything before: "After the class bell rang for about five or six minutes, Teacher Robert hadn't come yet, so I went to the office to look for it, but when I got to the office, there was no one there. No, after waiting for a while, I'm ready to go back to the classroom."

"Robert?"

Connie: "That's the teacher who taught us, but he's teaching another class today."

The tall police officer looked at Connie: "How do you know?"

Connie: "Shortly after Spencer left, a person ran across the corridor. I felt a little strange, so I went out to have a look...Of course, I only saw a black figure disappearing into the corridor, and then I wanted to pass by Go to the toilet... But when I walked to the stairs, I saw Mr. Robert in the classroom next to me. I thought it was a mistake in the school's arrangement, and I probably wouldn't be able to attend math class, so I planned to go back to the classroom, but At this time, Teacher Robert came out to pour water, and he saw me... Then I heard Spencer screaming on the way back to the classroom, and then I ran over and saw Spencer sitting on that chair." She pointed to the previous that chair.

This can be considered extremely detailed, but there are still no clues.

The officer nodded and continued to look at Spencer.

"Just now you said you were going back to the classroom, then what?"

"Then, on my way back to the classroom, I saw that corpse."

Connie was puzzled: "Didn't you go back the same way?" Their classroom is on the second floor, and the teacher's office is in another building, but there is a passage between the two buildings on the first floor, and this is a relatively long way .

It's like going around half a circle.

Spencer nodded: "There's water at the top of the stairs, I don't think it's urgent anyway, so I'll take a detour." Who knew that this detour saw blood all over the ground and a dead man.

"Do you know the dead man?"

The two girls nodded.

The two police officers looked at each other and smiled fatly: "Thank you for your help, if necessary, we will seek your help again, so now, you go back and rest first."

The forensic doctor and the on-site personnel were collecting evidence. Connie scanned around before she left, but she didn't see Lestrade. Thinking that this case should not be a big one, she was relieved. Although she was concerned about the teacher's death I felt a little embarrassed, but the school let people go home early because of this, and the half-day class in the afternoon was gone. After tidying up, Connie was ready to go home with her schoolbag on her back.

To her surprise, on days like this, the three barbies at school were still free to come and trouble her.

Connie was blocked at the school gate.

It was blocked by three real Barbies.

Philomena Berkeley, who had not been seen for a few days, was much more beautiful.

She wears a pearl necklace around her neck, and the bag in her hand has been changed, it is still the brand of Chanel.

The small bag can only hold a pack of tissues and a mobile phone.

"Connie Hudson, how about it, have you considered it?"

Connie had to admit that this sudden sentence made her stunned.

"Consider? Consider what?" She stared blankly at Philomena, feeling bewildered.

"You don't know!? Hmph, what's your head made of? As I said, I will give you a chance to be my follower. You must know that such an opportunity may not come across once in your life."

Connie, who has been Mrs. Hutson's shopping assistant and Sherlock's temporary case assistant: ...

Not to mention anything else, she did quite a lot as a follower.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I think I'll decline." Connie politely declined.

"What!?" Philomena looked at Connie in disbelief, looking as if she could hardly breathe.

"You, you actually rejected me!"

Connie: "..."

"Yes, I just rejected you." She looked at Philomena and nodded sincerely, hoping that this beautiful Miss Barbie would not say that she didn't understand or never accept rejection.

Philomena: "I never take rejection!"

Connie: "..."

"Why did you refuse? Is it because of inferiority?"

Connie, who is 'inferiority', nodded sadly: "Yes, I'm just a poor kid, I don't have much money, I don't look good, I don't have golden hair and outstanding facial features, and I don't know fashion and famous brands, I don't think so. Come up with a reason to be your follower..." When necessary, Connie was merciless in hurting herself.

And her attitude is very sincere.

Philomena had never seen a man so shamelessly hurt himself.

There was pity in her eyes, she felt that Connie must have done this often, or was accused by others all day long, could it be that hypocritical little bitch of Spencer?

"No, you're actually not that bad." After all, he was going to be her follower in the future.

As she spoke, she stretched her hand behind her, and a dress wrapped in wrapping paper appeared in front of Connie.

Bonpoint.

Connie saw a big LOGO.

#Although I don’t know if this is a brand or what, but she can still understand the uppercase Paris Fashion Haute Couture#

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"Put it on." Philomena snapped her fingers, and the two behind her stepped forward to grab Connie and drag her towards the school gate.

"Wait!" Connie was dumbfounded!

And - the promised Barbie doll!

She has been chopping meat and vegetables throughout the year, and she can't beat these two delicate dolls! ?

"I'm Christina, Marcus." The girl on the left nodded, and the strength in her hand increased.

"I'm Lucia Grace." As soon as the words fell, Connie's feet were off the ground, and she was lifted up directly with her hands.

#Bullying her height is not the way to do it#

#Everyone is a 13-year-old child why bother to hurt each other#

#This is so good that even the friction force can’t help#

"Hmph, I thought it was heavy, but I didn't expect it to be so weak~"

Philomena walked gracefully in front of the three of them, one step at a time.

#The formation is just right, let's go! #

Connie: "...let go of me, I'm going home..."

Philomena turned her head proudly: "Impossible! I finally got rid of Spencer's difficult trouble today. If I don't tell you to take it, I will give up the seat of this school belle!"

Lucia: "I'll give up my seat as the second school belle!"

Christina: "Yes!"

The three of them are menacing and look like they are bound to win.

Connie looked at the three erupting small universes, and said weakly: "There is a dead person on this campus. It has not been determined whether it is suicide or murder. If it is suicide, then there is probably a ghost in this campus. If it is murder , then there may still be a murderer on this campus! Aren’t you all afraid?”

Philomena raised her blond hair: "What are you afraid of? If anyone dares to touch me, I will ask my father to send him to Africa to dig oil!"

Connie looked at her dangling feet: "I'm afraid..."

The author has something to say: The second update is coming!