[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Connie who returned to 221B was completely frightened by the mess of the house.

"What happened!" exclaimed, with the sound of the door knocking on the wall, a gust of wind blew in, and a piece of white paper near the ground was blown up.

"Small problem." Sherlock took off his coat and pointed to the sink: "Connie."

Looking back, there are countless coffee cups in the sink. Obviously, there are no clean cups in the half-open cabinet.

Connie's eyes twitched: "Yes."

Hearing the sound of Sherlock coming upstairs, she resigned herself to rolling up her sleeves and started washing the cups.

This mess was fixed in 10 minutes.

She made coffee and brought it up to the second floor: "Sherlock? Have you not eaten for three days?"

The food in the refrigerator downstairs was basically untouched, and she felt that it was very likely that Sherlock had been drinking coffee for the past three days.

"Your stomach won't be able to take it anymore."

"It's okay." He took a sip of coffee and coughed lightly.

Connie looked at the papers all over the wall, and frowned deeply: "No matter how smart your brain is, it depends on your body to function. If you don't eat or rest for three days, you will soon collapse. of."

Although in terms of personality and IQ, Sherlock is almost equal to a god.

However, he is still a human being, with a body that conforms to the common sense of modern science.

Looking at his unmoving body, Connie sighed and ignored her existence again.

Since it is useless to talk about it.

Connie went downstairs with the tray and opened the refrigerator.

Whose body is dishonest when it comes to saying no, when it comes to food?

Taking out the small shrimps from the freezer and melting the ice, Connie began to cook the porridge.

Since there are only edible dried rose petals at home, she put rose petals and lotus seeds together, barley and red beans, preserved eggs and lean meat, pumpkin and shrimp.

Half an hour later, four bowls of special porridge and one bowl of white porridge were put together.

Some are salty, some are sweet, some are light. She took out the spicy cabbage and pickled mustard and put them in small plates. She pushed open the door to the second floor with the heavy tray.

In fact, the aroma has already been passed on.

"Sherlock, come have some lunch with me, I'm so hungry." She smacked her mouth, she couldn't bear it anymore.

#Don't stop her, she's terrible when she's hungry! #

Sherlock glanced at her: "Eat it yourself."

Still strong.

Connie studied his face carefully, and finally caught a slight bulge in the arch of his brow - that's what happens when someone frowns.

"But I can't finish eating so much, it's a waste." She tried her best to put on an innocent expression.

In a stalemate, Connie looked at the plate: "What flavor do you like?" with an expression that I let you choose first.

I am so hot that you choose first, why don't you hurry up and eat!

Someone who exudes this kind of aura all over his body is too strong.

After a while, he put down the baton in his hand.

The slight spasm in his stomach was unbearable, but it didn't stop the reaction.

In addition, the reaction of the mucous membrane of the floor of the mouth secreting fluid seems to be unable to be blocked by nerves-it always distracts his attention.

Seeing Sherlock walking towards her, she smiled happily and placed the plate in the middle of the table between the two.

"This is rose lotus seed porridge, which clears heat and detoxifies. This is barley and red bean porridge, which removes moisture. Both are tasteless, but you can eat them with sugar...the taste is more sweet. These two bowls are pumpkin shrimp and Preserved eggs are lean meat, slightly salty, very appetizing, and the rest of this bowl is porridge, to be served with side dishes." She swallowed and looked at Sherlock.

After glancing at it, he picked up the porridge and drank it.

Connie smiled and pushed the side dish in front of him: "This is a side dish I made myself. It tastes good, but it may be a bit heavy. It's best with plain porridge. Mrs. Hudson likes it very much!" She took the preserved egg Lean meat porridge, drink it slowly.

Although there were five bowls of porridge, the portions were not that big. By the time Connie drank half of it, Sherlock had already finished the bowl.

Looking at the untouched dishes, Connie sighed, "Another bowl?"

The sudden look in his eyes made Connie tremble slightly: Why does it look like she was pointing a gun at her and forcing her to deliver the food?

Is it such a pain to eat?

"Uh... If you don't want to eat, forget it, I'll take care of it myself." Forget it, let's do it from the heart.

Counseling is not a bad thing.

Seeing Sherlock walking back to the wall, Connie digested the rest of the porridge, and slowly made it to the table with a full stomach full of rice water.

A paper bag caught her attention.

She flipped through it at random and realized it was a note sent by Spencer.

"Henry called and asked for leave due to illness." Sherlock answered her doubts all by herself.

Looking at the raised class notes, Connie was very touched—the little friend is so considerate.

He even sent her the class notes.

After reading the notes, Connie wrote a thank you card to Spencer, and prepared to bring her a huge bowl of double skin milk when she went to class tomorrow!

#Ah, speaking of it, it seems that I have been holding the double-skinned milk of Teacher Ailinda for several days! #

Log in to my mailbox and check the recent emails, there seems to be no letters from other acquaintances except Alex.

Excitedly, she opened the letter from her goddess friend, and Connie carefully read it word by word—basically, Alex talked about her life and complained about her father's daily life with her grandma.

What a blessing—unlike her, who would be kidnapped from time to time.

Connie sighed, and as if she was full of chicken blood, she began to write back to Alex, describing in detail what happened to her in the past few days.

Sure enough, life is happier with friends who can complain together.

Alex complained about her father's unreliability, and she can also complain about her parents who left her to go on a romantic trip...

After typing a page full of reply letters and clicking send, she closed the webpage and was about to start writing her long-overdue homework.

and many more.

The black pen at her fingertips paused, and Connie put down the pen and looked at Sherlock.

"Sherlock, how is Lestrade?" She forgot all of a sudden.

"What." His face was calm.

"What, what, I mean Lestrade, he was in that car, and he put me in a sack after I left the hospital!" Thinking of the inferior sack, her expression was not good. stand up.

"Then why did you leave the hospital?" He asked back.

"I..." Responding to Sherlock's question, Connie was stunned.

She, why, out of the hospital?

"I was taken away by someone." She couldn't help saying that with a guilty conscience, after all, it felt more like she followed that person on her own.

Is it human?

"WHO."

"...a...human?" She was at a loss for words for a while, feeling indescribable.

"It should be an old man, wearing a black cloak, his hands are very dry...you can't see your face." Connie summed it up, and suddenly found that she couldn't say anything, "And it signed me out of the hospital gate gone."

Sherlock slapped his hand.

It's one thing that the monitor can't shine, but the human eye?

He pulled out a document and began to quickly scan it, and after a while, his eyes narrowed.

"But what I don't understand the most is, why are you kidnapping me?" Connie lamented.

Sherlock's brow twitched abruptly.

Yes, that was the only question he couldn't explain.

Why Connie?

After going around for a long time, Connie, who was full, finally didn't go around by herself.

"You haven't told me yet, is Lestrade an undercover agent? Or is there some secret mission?" She still tends to be more positive.

If Mycroft wanted to employ someone, he had to find out everything about the person's wealth, right?

"Secret." A word came out of Sherlock's mouth.

secret?

Connie looked at his expressionless face and sighed inwardly.

Oh, if you don’t tell me, don’t tell me, it’s a secret... But if you say it like this, you can’t let her know, but does Sherlock know?

...About the meaning of no danger?

Thinking of this, Connie didn't ask any more questions.

#This is really a beautiful misunderstanding#

"En." Connie nodded, turning away when she was one step away from the truth.

In the ensuing hours, in silence, Connie began writing her Alice in Wonderland essay while Sherlock concentrated on the case.

There is only the sound of flipping books from time to time in the room.

Three hours later, all was quiet, and the sun had set only a few minutes after Connie wrote her true feelings about Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.

Sherlock, who was standing in front of the wall like a sculpture, suddenly moved.

"Walk."

Connie was startled: "Go? Where are you going?"

She is getting ready to make dinner.

"Police station."

"?" Huh, why did Sherlock's eyes make her feel numb?

"I'll go as well?"

He nodded, and Connie followed him after putting on a coat, even though his eyes made her feel like a guinea pig.

The two drove to the police station. Unlike other places where people go to the empty building, there are usually more than half of the people here.

After all, the nature of work is different.

Jasmine was on duty today, and Sherlock led the people directly to the laboratory.

As the coldness hit, Connie wrapped her coat tightly and followed Sherlock step by step.

"Sherlock!" Jasmine was pleasantly surprised to see Sherlock.

When she saw Connie, she also said hello: "Are you okay? Do you want some candy?" Connie took the candy she handed over, thanked her, opened the package and stuffed it into her mouth.

The sweet smell made her squint her eyes, and he was really hungry now after struggling all afternoon, but she really didn't have such a big heart near the morgue... Fortunately, the smell here is not heavy.

"Why are you here?" Jasmine was kind and enthusiastic, her little face was still flushed.

Sherlock nodded: "Borrow the laboratory for an hour." It was his kind request.

Although it was quite rude according to the standards of ordinary people, Jasmine, who had a crush on him, would not think so much.

"Okay, I'll be ready." She responded with a little joy, and directly gave Sherlock the key from the laboratory.

Connie followed all the way into the laboratory and smacked her mouth.

#朝中Someone can’t compare to a good face#