[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

After returning home, they quickly packed the toiletries and luggage, as well as the coffee that Sherlock asked for, and Connie was sent to the hospital by Henry as quickly as possible.

The three of them took time to have dinner, and then Henry and his wife who went to the hospital gate left Connie at the gate and went straight to the airport.

#Abandonment really came without a little defense#

Connie still felt a little strange, after all, the attitudes of the two changed and the speed was too fast.

But she couldn't think of anything else.

Carrying her luggage upstairs, she saw Lestrade sitting by the window in a daze and Sherlock reading a book.

"Coffee." Putting the coffee on Sherlock's table, she sat on the middle bed and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Huh? Lestrade, why did you move aside?"

"I prefer to sleep by the window..." His voice sounded haggard.

Connie gave him a sympathetic look, and didn't say anything, but turned to look at Sherlock who had already drank his coffee.

"Sherlock, do you think there is something wrong with Henry?" She felt strange, but she couldn't see anything, but if it was Sherlock, she would be able to see something wrong at a glance, right?

Sherlock looked up at her, as if to ask why she was asking.

Connie stared at him: "You don't see anything wrong?"

He was still staring at her, neither shaking his head nor nodding.

Connie came up with the answer: "Well... I just asked casually, and I think they are a bit strange today."

If there is something, Sherlock should say it directly.

Thinking of this, Connie dispelled all doubts about Henry and Hudson.

#In other words, is she still too sensitive? #

Seeing what she said, Sherlock, who didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, lowered his head to read the book again.

Attracted by Connie's question, Lestrade, who saw the entire conversation', finally found the reason why he and this group of people have always been 'out of tune'.

Regardless of being human or not, he can't 'communicate' with Sherlock like Connie!

#The lack of talent makes him very sad#

The ward was very quiet, and Connie continued to read with her introduction to logic. Almost a third of the content had already entered her eyes, and of the third of the content, there were probably barely to ten. One-third of the content is something she can understand.

Lestrade glanced at the book in her hand, and Sherlock's book whose name he couldn't even understand, feeling a deep blow called frustration.

It's fine if he can't compare to Sherlock, but now even a 13-year-old girl is coming to crush his self-esteem?

Glancing at the beauty magazine in his hand, he shrank back under the blanket disheartened.

Connie was surprised by his actions: "Officer, are you going to sleep now? I also brought supper. The food in the hospital is too bad. You probably didn't eat today, okay. Do you want to eat something before going to sleep?"

Lestrade shook his head and closed the curtain that separated the bed: "No, I'm sleepy."

Finally remembered to ask him if he ate well?

Hmph he disdains!

With a sound of "swish", the curtain was closed, and Connie stuck out her tongue innocently, her eyes turned back to her book.

Lestrade's behavior was becoming more and more a mystery.

#Are all married men like this#

#Simply incomprehensible#

"Where did you go today?" Sherlock next door asked her suddenly.

Connie glanced at him: "I'm at my classmate's house, I'm going to return the clothes, the one you tore up yesterday."

Sherlock glanced at her: "I know."

Connie: So why did you ask her...

Seeing Sherlock looking at her, she wondered, "What are you looking at?"

"The dress is nice."

"Thank you..." Wait!

Connie looked at her trouser suit, and remembered that it was the same suit when she came to the hospital. Where did the skirt come from?

Thinking of that pink tutu skirt, she hesitated to speak and looked at Sherlock.

The man never mentioned dresses at random.

#There are weird#

She said tentatively: "Really? Philomena always likes to change my clothes. But I don't like that color very much."

He answered while reading the book: "Oh? Really? Judging from the pink hat you knitted for me, I thought it was your favorite color."

Connie looked at Sherlock in horror: "How do you know it's pink!"

There was questioning in the voice, and her conjecture was confirmed.

It is impossible for Sherlock to have clairvoyance, so there are only two possibilities left.

One is that he installed a monitor in 221 - not his own room, because she hadn't entered Sherlock's room in that pink dress.

Second, he was monitoring her!

Generally speaking, she would not think of this level, but the long-term relationship has made her mentally prepared for infinite refreshing of Sherlock's lower limit and three views.

In his opinion, many things that people would never think about are likely to be commonplace.

#After all, he is a person who even dares to hack the national satellite#

#It’s also spoiled by Brother Mai#

But she doesn't like being monitored!

It was rare for Sherlock to answer Connie's angry and frightened question calmly.

"I have alucky guess." After a pause of half a second, he said it casually.

For Sherlock, this half a second is simply an eternity.

Connie didn't believe it: "Don't you despise those stupid human beings who rely on guesswork to drive their instincts. I don't believe it."

Lestrade, who was ridiculed by Sherlock many times as having no brain but only instinct and stupid guesses: "..."

#Really#

#If you want to sleep quietly, some people will not let him go#

#Why is everyone shooting arrows at him intentionally or unintentionally?#

#The kindness of this world#

Connie snorted softly, squinting her eyes as Sherlock turned another page of the book without changing his expression.

"Okay." After a pause, she said again: "If you let me know that you use satellite surveillance to monitor me, I won't have coffee for you in the future."

Sure enough, Sherlock's hands were slightly stiff.

Connie has been carefully looking at everything about him since she said this.

Although her face was calm, Connie could still see the slight stiffness of her limbs.

#She’s maxed out the skill of observing words and emotions#

Hearing Connie's threat, Lestrade suddenly felt his body go cold.

#Are you sure this hospital room is the safest place in London#

He didn't know whether to applaud Connie's courage to threaten Sherlock,

Still worried about the upcoming unilateral abuse.

The little girl's heart will definitely be beaten to pieces by Sherlock.

#After all, this is an alien who has no empathy and thought of respecting the old and loving the young#

#Is he supposed to be the hero to save the beauty or continue to coax quietly? #

After a long time, Sherlock finally spoke again: "Can you be more narcissistic?"

Connie was so stared at by his eyes that she felt a little regretful about saying it so bluntly, but now she was completely persuaded: "Haha... just kidding... I'm surprised how you know it's pink, after all I Changed it as soon as I got home."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, turned his hand and threw the phone over.

Connie clicked on it and saw the monitoring screens from various directions.

This building... looks familiar...

Until in the garden, a girl raised her head and chuckled, making her recognize where it was: "This is Philomena's home!"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and looked at her mockingly: "Your memory has deteriorated again, can you forget the places you just visited in the morning so quickly?"

Connie lowered her head in shame: "..."

"...No, why are you monitoring Philomena's home?"

Sherlock didn't look down, just looked at her like that.

She could seem to see the big words written in his eyes: "Think, Connie, think."

"Related to the case?"

That was always the first answer in Connie's mind.

Once Sherlock starts monitoring certain people and certain places, it must be related to the case.

And the latest case that interested him was that of the St. Paul teacher and his new wife.

The author has something to say: a bit late, sorry~~~