[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Thinking about the evening menu, Connie breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the thin frost on the side of the road, she suddenly missed hot pot very much.

How about... eat hot pot?

Connie thought about it last month, but the weather was not particularly cold at that time, and the hot pot must have good ingredients, so she put it aside, but Connie did not give up on this idea. During the period, she not only went to the store to order I bought a mandarin duck pot, and prepared a lot of hot pot seasonings. Although it is not as professional as it is, it is already very good for ordinary people.

Warm hot pot, served with delicious sauce, and a glass of cool soda... Suck~

Thinking of this, Connie started drooling unconsciously o(*￣▽￣*)o

If he could have a meal of hot pot, then Xinghu would die with no regrets...

it is good!

Connie hammered her fist and set the menu for tonight, let's have a good meal!Now off to buy hot pot ingredients! ~~~

There are several supermarkets selling vegetables in the UK, and the largest markets are in the center of London. Although in the city center, the vegetables here are relatively cheap, one-third cheaper than ordinary convenience stores, but compared to , Connie prefers the vegetable market here.

It is similar to the domestic vegetable market, but it is much simpler and cleaner, and the price is the cheapest. The disadvantage is that the things here are messy, and they are not arranged in an orderly manner like in a supermarket.

But it also has many advantages, a wide variety, cheap prices, and the freshest.

Generally, Connie chooses this place to make a big purchase every week. Usually, if she needs something special at home or is hungry for something special, she will go to the nearby supermarket to buy it. After all, if some things are sold in a big supermarket It's still very cheap to do promotions.

Carrots, broccoli, tomatoes, cucumbers... 100p can get you a small basket, which is enough for them to eat for a whole week. The most gratifying thing is that Connie accidentally found Chaotian peppers imported from China, but The people who tasted it felt that it was too spicy, so this small stall was very deserted, and only a few people wanted to challenge this level of spiciness.

But Connie was overjoyed... How can there be no Chaotianjiao in the hot pot!

There is a small box for 10p, and Connie bought three boxes in one go, with the sauce she made... I am so Xinghu! ~~~~~

Green onions, potatoes, garlic... At the end of the purchase, almost all the vegetables in the whole vegetable market were bought back by Connie in a small box, which caused her thin body... and her precarious figure to be a big challenge to the butcher. The stalls marched past.

After buying a whole box of lamb slices, Connie taxied home contentedly. Although she really wanted to save money and go home, she really couldn’t do anything...

The sin of covetousness.

It took only 10 minutes to drive for an hour.

After shopping for most of the morning, although her whole body is sore, Connie still has a feeling of pain and happiness. Sure enough, people who live in the house still go shopping from time to time...

When the car arrived at Baker Street, it was stopped at the junction. I don't know whether it was a traffic jam or some other reason.

The more I walked, the more I felt something was wrong.

so many people?Is there any activity here?

Crowded crowds, noisy streets, mixed with patrol whistles.

The nerve in Connie's head was instantly twitched, no, something was wrong.

Was there another accident? Or an explosion somewhere? Murder! ?

But this is near 221B. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any major accidents nearby.

"Excuse me, gentlemen and ladies, please let me go, my family lives over there." Connie blankly met the pity eyes of everyone looking at her, and Connie hung two bundles of green onions in her hand and sliced ​​green onions around her neck. The little lamb wobbled past the crowd with a box of vegetables in his arms.

I - got - a - grass!

Around the corner, the door of 221B has already flown.

Next door is a big dark hole, where is 222B! ?

In Connie's heart, a group of grass and mud horses galloped past, and moved into the cordon with trembling feet.

"Who are you? You can't enter here." A female police officer grabbed Connie's arm. Her thin arm was already too disturbing, but she was pulled by the female police officer and immediately dropped two bundles of green onions.

"Hello, police officer, I live in 221B..." She groaned secretly, rubbing her sore arms, this woman looked so thin and so strong, black people couldn't explain it!

The female policeman looked at Connie and seemed to think that she didn't look like a dangerous person, so she let her in.

Connie bent over tremblingly and picked up the scallions on the ground. Seeing that the female police officer was good-looking, but she didn't want to help at all, she suddenly cursed inwardly. Compared with Officer Lestrade, this police officer's The quality simply lowers the average level of the entire London!

"Oh~ Connie!" Mrs. Hudson was wrapping herself in a blanket at this time. Seeing Connie coming in from the front door, she rushed over to hug Connie. Right upright, two packs of broccoli smashed hard on her small body... Hey, what will happen if she doesn't develop well after being smashed into an airport!

"Oh~ Connie, it's a good thing you went out to shop early in the morning, otherwise I would be really afraid of you..." Mrs. Hudson looked scared, and Connie knew that she put down the box in her hand, and reached out to pat Mrs. Hudson. : "I'm fine, don't worry, but what's the matter, I see that the 222B next door is gone..."

"They are investigating. It is said that terrorists did it again, but they don't know why they chose this place again. Fortunately, you left or you will suffer."

Before Connie could react, she was dragged upstairs by Mrs. Hudson. At this time, Sherlock and Officer Lestrade were sitting on the sofa in the room, seeming to be discussing the case... Well, it was Lestrade Officer Trade is alone in blablabla.

Sherlock seems to be in a daze...

"Oh. Little Connie, you're back? It's a good thing you're fine...but is this a new look?" Lestrade was obviously relieved to see Connie.

Connie looked down when she heard the words, and was a little embarrassed. She had a sliced ​​lamb hanging around her neck, and two bundles of green onions hung on her left and right hands. Khan...

"Thank you officer for worrying. I'm fine. Everyone is freaking out. I'm going to make lunch for you. Does Officer Lestrade want to stay for lunch? I'm going to make special Chinese dishes today." Connie smiled knowingly. Laughing, he greeted Lestrade.

This kind of mentality is enough to see, Lestrade glanced at Connie appreciatively, those who can live with Sherlock are not mortals, just like Mrs. Hudson...

"Okay, I'll trouble Connie then." Lestrade agreed after hesitating for a while, seeing his mood relax a bit.

Connie turned to look at Sherlock, remembering his text message, and found that there seemed to be no coffee cups around him, and there was only a broken phone with a cracked screen in two on the table.

Sherlock wouldn't have finished sending that text message, and it would have exploded... So, the cell phone was when he was blown up...

"Mr. Sherlock, are you okay?" Connie asked with some concern.

Sherlock came back to his senses and met Connie's eyes.

"A cup of coffee and two sugars, thank you. I'm fine."

"...Okay." =_=

This obsession with coffee is unprecedented...

Taking the lamb and scallions, Connie went downstairs, put the things in the kitchen, and prepared to go back to her room to change a set of clothes.

As soon as the door was opened, everything that greeted her eyes made her petrified.

This dark world.

"Ah!" Subconsciously shouted, Connie looked at all this in disbelief, who could tell her why her room turned into a big dark hole, and the huge hole by the window! ! !

Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade rushed downstairs at the first scream. "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

Connie turned around blankly, pointing her trembling fingers to the room behind her: "My room..."

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief: "So it's this one. When the next door exploded, your room was affected because it was connected to the next wall."

It spread... Connie turned around and looked at the two-meter-high and two-meter-wide hole. The icy cold wind blew in, and only sawdust remained on the bed, and half of the wardrobe was gone... This is called spread. ?

"Don't worry, dear Connie, I have tidied up the upstairs room. Fortunately, the room on the third floor has not been rented out yet. You can live there for the time being. There will be insurance here. When the decoration is completed, you can go back to the room again." Come in." Mrs. Hudson comforted Connie.

Connie nodded blankly, and made coffee for Lestrade to bring to Sherlock, but her heart was full of bullet screens.

Can't be better...

Terrorists bombed a house, but they bombed 222B...

And blew up her room...

Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock are both safe and sound, and there is not a single dust in the room...

Just her room was blown up...

This insecure world...

The author has something to say: hot pot~~~

Although it is summer, nitrogen...

Why do I keep thinking about eating lately...

I heard that the favorite author has hot pot times (⊙o⊙)! ~~~~~~

This blunt salesmanship =_=