[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

On the first day of visiting Philomena, Connie couldn't finish the long day.

#To tell the truth, when she got the call from Mrs. Hudson, she was quite glad#

However, the content of the call she received made her not so happy.

Lestrade, who paid special attention to the progress of the case because of Connie's death of the teacher of St. Paul, suffered a disaster.

#Probably it was hard to get married, it used up the character value he accumulated over the years#

Not to mention that it is well known, but the math teacher died in the school garden, judging from the amount of bleeding, it is unlikely to be a suicide, and the coroner at the police station has also verified that the cause of his death was excessive blood loss.

The murderer knocked the man unconscious, cut open his artery with a knife and pushed the man downstairs to cover up the marks.

Connie felt that when she heard the news, she resisted in her heart—because the murderer seemed a bit stupid—who the hell wanted to commit suicide, cut his pulse and jumped off a building?

484SA?

Of course, this is the judgment of the forensic doctor. In short, the title of murder has been set.

But that wasn't the main reason for Mrs. Hudson's call.

Originally on this sunny weekend, the young couple decided to go to the theater to watch a show.

But when the main stadium opened, along with the snowflakes falling to the center of the stage, there were also drops of bright red blood.

Immediately afterwards, a female corpse fell from the sky.

Unlike the math teacher, the blood in her body was almost gone, but her body was still warm.

What connects these two cases is the relationship between the two.

Three days ago, the two had just received their marriage certificate and were married at St. Paul's Cathedral on the same day.

And there was only one witness to this wedding—this was the most unexpected thing for Connie.

The only witness turned out to be Robert Bunyan.

The news about the wedding was also found by the police, and he spit it out.

When hearing this, Connie already had a feeling of chills all over her body.

Just like every time she encounters that kind of dangerous puzzle, even if she is not a decryptor or a participant, she will have a feeling of surprise.

Unlike Mrs. Hudson's worry, she was more puzzled by another point.

St. Paul's Cathedral.

Lestrade was attacked on the way to St. Paul's Cathedral to find the pastor for questioning.

Although Mrs. Hudson's tone sounded like an accident, Lestrade was implicated by accident.

But Connie didn't think so.

After hanging up the phone, she said goodbye to Philomena and the others, and rushed home.

As usual, Philomena sent her home forcibly, but she didn't refuse - after all, this place can't even be called.

In 221B, Mrs. Hudson and Mr. Henry were still wearing suits and dresses. They had just returned home after being questioned by the police, and Sherlock had long since disappeared.

Connie suddenly felt a little worried, inexplicable.

"Are you all right?" She took a blanket and wrapped it around Mrs. Hudson, who was calming down with the hot tea Henry had just made.

He seemed quite calm, and was just worried about Lestrade's injury—and he called her because he was afraid that she would accidentally be affected by wandering on the street.

Connie was a little puzzled: "You just discovered the body. How did you find out her identity and the relationship between that dead teacher so quickly?" And finding Robert... Why does this speed feel a bit strange.

Henry hugged Mrs. Hudson: "Coincidentally, the deceased is one of today's performers, and Robert knew her. I heard that the three of them were friends with the dead teacher when they were young, so today He came to see him specially, and he stayed at the crime scene after the incident, and happened to meet Lestrade..."

Mrs. Hudson glared at him: "Obviously you recognized him as Connie's math teacher first..."

Connie was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Mrs. Hudson smiled evilly: "Oh dear, he has already made a clear picture of the background of all the teachers in your school before you entered school."

Connie, who was rarely accused by a woman: "..."

#It's a real honor#

"So..." Connie felt like her head was going to turn into paste again.

"It's good that you're fine. Then wait for Sherlock to come back and ask what's going on. The streets are so unsafe now, you'd better be careful. If you want to go out, ask your father to pick you up." Mrs. Hudson He touched the top of Connie's head.

Connie nodded and asked again, "What about Sherlock? Where did he go?"

Henry shook his head: "This kid is swaying his tail... probably St. Paul's Cathedral?"

#神行摇尾What does it mean==#

Connie was silent and nodded: "Okay, then I'll stay at home, I'll go prepare dinner."

Carrying her bag, she went into the room and changed into home clothes. Connie tied her apron and went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

But the case was on his mind.

Robert, the dead math teacher, his wife.

It's all like a package of mysteries - definitely Sherlock's favourite.

But Connie is more afraid of danger and conspiracy than itching.

Even when she was kidnapped by Moriarty, she never had such an inexplicable feeling.

#However cranky thinking has always been her natural skill#

#Courage is too small#

Bart!

At sunset, she deeply felt her crow's mouth skills.

#Finally life gave her a golden finger#

#Although the golden finger is a useless crow mouth#

Sherlock is in the hospital.

Sherlock...

entered...

Hospital……

The news hit Connie like a ten-ton hammer.

Don't be dumb, it's a brain hemorrhage.

Sherlock will be smashed into the hospital one day.

So, after receiving a call from Lestrade who was also in the hospital and was assigned to the bed next to Sherlock, the family of three rushed to the hospital.

#Lestrade Good Heart Plug#

When Sherlock opened the door and entered the room, Sherlock had just done a complete set of inspections. Mycroft insisted that his brother must not have any problems or potential threats, so even though Sherlock said he was just caught off guard and was knocked on the head from behind, Mycroft Still sent two 1.9-meter muscular brothers to drag him into the testing room.

He was dressed in a sky blue hospital gown with blue and white stripes, with a bandage on his head, and a trace of blood leaked from the side of his head. He was sitting on the hospital bed, leaning on the soft pillow, looking silent and pale.

Connie thought he was devastated—for being knocked unconscious.

Although his face is expressionless and his lips are pale.

She could still slightly feel the anger turning from embarrassment under his calm face.

#读言读读技术技术了一个级别#

"Oh~ Sherlock, are you alright?" Hudson's unique greeting skill sent.

Connie quietly walked in front of him, and put the hastily filled cup of soup on the bedside table: "Drink some soup, this is bone soup, it helps recovery." Her voice was calm.

None of the schadenfreude of those little sheep in the police department, nor the hidden worries of Hudson and McCoff.

It's like being injured, but it's just a routine.

Sherlock looked up at her, took the soup she handed over, and drank it slowly.

Although the stewing time is not long, the pork rib soup is still very fragrant.

Lestrade's eyes suddenly became sad.

Of course, Connie didn't ignore his eyes—but she heard Hudson say that Sherlock went out without lunch at noon, and then went straight to St. Paul and was knocked into the hospital again. She was shocked and ran to the hospital with soup .

Concern was part of the reason, but shock was what made her completely forget that Lestrade was there.

Who knows whether they are still in the same room in the same hospital or in the next bed.

#Lestrade, who called the news, was heartbroken again#

#Always feel that it was arranged by McCoff#

Seeing Sherlock's expression, Connie suppressed her worries, and it seemed that she hadn't received much physical damage.

However, the psychological damage cannot be estimated...

#hurt the self-esteem of Sherlock Holmes#

#Point a candle for whoever#

Lestrade sadly started his meal journey with the dinner brought in by the hospital.

After finishing a bowl of soup, Sherlock dumped the hospital meal into the trash can in disgust.

#Lestrade is covered with swords#

Henry volunteered to stay with Sherlock so that no one would deal with him again.

Mycroft politely declined, and he had already sent his men to guard outside the ward, and greeted the doctors and nurses on duty in the hospital—now this ward is safer than the police station in London. up.

What's more, there are police officers sent by the Metropolitan Police Department to protect Lestrade in the hospital.

#There are people in the open and in the dark, don't worry! #

After the confession, McCoff boarded the plane on the roof and flew back to Pakistan.

#For my younger brother flying all the way back from a business trip is also painstaking#

And Connie, who knew that McCoff seemed to have been promoted again, was also a little surprised.

Although he is a person who may be better than Sherlock in terms of IQ, it is a bit awesome to be promoted in the government department so quickly.

#Macrof is a good brother#

#Should she pay some tribute to the employer's brother? #

#For example, make some sesame paste or something#

#After all, since the last time we met, his hairline is higher again#

As soon as McCoff left, Henry immediately changed his words: "Since the hospital is so safe, why don't Connie stay here at night, it's very safe and there won't be any danger, anyone looking for Sherlock, just in case We found 221, maybe it will be more dangerous at night."

Connie was surprised: "What about you?"

The two looked at each other: "I'm going to take Nina to Las Vegas to rest for a few days. London is so uneasy after this incident. We were going to ask you to ask for leave from school, but now Sherlock has such an incident. No matter, no one can take care of it, and you have to go to class again, so just stay here. When Sherlock returns home safely, someone will protect you at 221B, and there will be someone to pick you up at school, so you don't have to worry about your safety. "

Connie froze.

#Oh, it turns out that I want to get rid of her single dog and go on a trip#

#毒王不带带这个#

She looked at a few people wanting to cry but without tears: "Then I'm going to sleep here at night?" She still had a shadow of the hospital.

Henry smiled: "It's okay, let the nurse open another room for you later... Little Connie will be shy too?"

Connie waved her hand: "No, I'd better live here." Living in a room alone, don't be too scary!

Henry: "..." What about shyness?

Sherlock didn't know when he took a book and started reading, and he didn't know where he took it out.

At this time, the book was closed with a "snap", the sound was not loud, but it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

He looked at Henry, and the two men didn't know what was communicating in their eyes.

After a long time, Sherlock said, "Connie, coffee."

Connie raised her head immediately: "Now?"

Henry's serious face turned into a smile again: "Well, I'll take Connie home to get something. We haven't had dinner yet. I'll send Connie back later."

Connie was forced out of the ward and got into the car to go home.

#She seems to have no possibility of rejection? #

Being alone at home and then being knocked unconscious or something... It's a bit scary to think about it.

Looking at Henry who was driving, Connie felt the need to light a wax for herself.

#This pair of abusive couples are just like dogs#

In the ward, Lestrade had already finished his dinner.

But Sherlock stared straight at him.

Immediately his scalp went numb: "What are you doing?"

But she saw him lift his chin and looked at him gesturingly.

Lestrade looked at himself, then followed Sherlock's line of sight to the right.

Looking at the empty bed, my heart flashed: "Let me move there?"

Sherlock didn't nod, but the way he looked at him quietly was affirmative.

With a twitch in the corner of his eyes, Lestrade took a deep breath, stood up and prepared to move to the side.

"Quilt." He turned around and opened the book again, which was the page he had just closed.

Lestrade froze, and silently changed the quilts on both sides.

The branches outside the window swayed in the wind against the dim light, his heart was cold to ice...

The author has something to say: One day will be bigger!This month, I try my best to update daily, so I am very happy hahahaha.It’s unlikely that there will be more explosions. The author still has to prepare for graduation thesis and civil service exams. Happy reading~~~