[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"sit down."

While fiddling with the magnifying glass and microscope, Sherlock said to Connie without looking back.

Jasmine was on the side, almost staring at her.

Connie felt cold, and sat down on the chair next to her.

Immediately afterwards, Sherlock was seen holding a pair of small silver scissors, walking to her side, on top of her head.

A small lock of hair was cut off.

Connie touched her head, and seeing him return to the same place, she looked back at Jasmine.

"What is he going to do?" She clearly conveyed this question with her eyes.

Jasmine, on the other hand, was only interested in watching Sherlock's movements and posture excitedly, and didn't distract her with extra attention at all.

Connie looked back at Sherlock in frustration, watching him use a series of movements and tools she couldn't understand to make a lens specimen from her hair...?

This is already 10 minutes later.

Connie stroked Gululu's stomach, and finally caught Jasmine's attention.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to order some takeaway?"

Connie's eyes lit up: "Great! Thank you!"

"Need not."

The two spoke in unison.

Connie froze for a moment, then looked at Sherlock, obviously he also glanced over.

Jasmine was taken aback, "Then I'll order something for Connie, and I haven't eaten yet, Sherlock...how about ordering you a cup of coffee? I know there's a pretty good restaurant."

Seeing this, Sherlock nodded, as a tacit consent, and turned back to focus on his own experiment.

But as soon as Jasmine went out, he walked over with a syringe.

"what……?"

He raised the syringe in his hand: "Suck blood."

Connie looked at him darkly.

Finger snapped: "You need an empty stomach to draw blood."

It can be regarded as the answer to the reason for not giving her dinner.

Connie pursed her lips, remembering his sudden attack—it turned out to be premeditated!

"Okay." She took off her coat and rolled up her sleeves, and Sherlock drew half a tube of blood quickly.

Connie praised him after watching him finish smoking, "Have you ever studied medicine? You don't feel any pain at all!" She was better than ordinary doctors and nurses.

Sherlock didn't squint.

"That's right. I've seen the diagram of the meridians of the human body."

Connie who pressed the cotton: "..."

The wind is too strong and her ears seem to be...?

After bottling the blood, he came over with another small syringe.

Connie's eyelids twitched: "More, more?"

He raised his eyelids, put the syringe aside, and instead pulled up a chair and sat down beside Connie.

Connie saw Sherlock pick up her right hand and lightly press her...wrist with his fingers.

After three seconds.

Is this taking your pulse?

Connie thought it was amazing.

She is a Chinese, and she went to England to be checked by a detective named Sherlock.

#A local tyrant who can’t feel the pulse is not a good detective#

After about ten seconds, he switched to his left hand again.

Followed by the neck and temples.

"Open your mouth."

"stand up."

"sit down."

……

Under his series of instructions, Connie was manipulated like a puppet doll by him, and finally took many samples from her mouth.

sample……

Connie had absolutely no desire to know what he was doing.

#饭饿病穷she feels hungry now#

"Have you heard enough?" Connie watched silently as Sherlock held the stethoscope to her chest.

Not that she minded anything... Sherlock had always been upright and she was flat-chested, after all.

But he had been listening for several minutes.

#A good number of minutes in the existing recognized timekeeping method on the earth#

He glanced at Connie, mouthed a shut-up command, and moved the stethoscope just below her ribs.

Connie narrowed her eyes.

It goes down to the stomach, she is not pregnant, okay?

The door was opened, and Jasmine came back with a bag full of food.

Connie's eyes suddenly lit up like light bulbs, and her heart beat faster.

#食品╰(*°▽°*)╯#

Jasmine smiled shyly: "The takeaway was too slow, so I went out and bought it. I brought you atown's pork rib soup and spicy chicken. How about it?"

The aroma floated in the air, and the saliva in Connie's mouth began to secrete rapidly.

"Thank you." She subconsciously became excited and licked the corner of her mouth.

"Your heartbeat suddenly accelerated." There was a discordant sound from people around her, and the stethoscope had already moved to her heart.

Sherlock picked up the syringe, ready to draw his second blood.

Connie looked dumbfounded at the needle that quickly sank into the blood vessel, and a sting came over her.

"It hurts!" She exclaimed, watching the needle being pulled out quickly, and another piece of cotton was pressed.

"Okay." He ordered, put down his stethoscope, and covered Connie with his coat.

It was too late to be speechless, Connie couldn't figure out why Sherlock acted like this, but doubts hadn't arisen yet—although she found it strange, the aroma of the food had already made her unable to bear it.

"Suck it!"

Sherlock took the coffee Jasmine handed over, glanced at the bright red spicy chicken, and took the box with his hand.

"?" Connie looked at him.

"Don't be spicy."

Molly unwrapped the pizza and Coke.

Isolated by Sherlock with a glass of plain water.

"Just finished drawing the blood, don't eat it." He took out the white rice from the bag, opened it for Connie and put it next to the pork rib soup, signaling her to start eating.

If it was different, Connie would probably be moved and cry.

Now, she can only cry greedily.

Crying without tears, she took a spoon and stuffed a mouthful of soup and a mouthful of rice into her mouth, and she suddenly felt alive.

Looking helplessly at Jasmine, who was eating pizza and Coke and occasionally had a bite of spicy chicken, she felt that she had to enjoy life to the fullest.

On the other hand, Sherlock drank his coffee unmoved, as if these foods were nothing more than plain water.

#(ˉ▽￣～)切~~It’s quite normal to eat the food she burns#

#Is it necessary to maintain a cold temperament in front of girls? #

Connie watched as he worked on his taxidermy and sipped the soup with relish.

#生活得得必欢欢呀...# It’s not bad to have soup...

In the end, dozens of specimens about Connie were produced.

Being "produced" said: She doesn't understand how he made dozens of specimen lenses after cutting a small amount of hair, taking two blood injections, and taking a little saliva.

#Hey what is the technical term for specimen lenses? #

#No matter what, she's done anyway#

By the time Connie finishes eating that meal, it's already eight o'clock...it's prime time.

#However, she still has a lot of double skin milk to do#

"Sherlock, are we home?" She looked at Sherlock who was finishing the work - he put all the viewing lenses into a combination lock transparent freezer.

"En." He washed his hands, put on his coat, and thanked Jasmine who had been waiting in the laboratory.

"It's fine, you can come to me anytime you need it." Jasmine smiled sweetly.

It was rare to be able to spend more than an hour alone with the male god today.

#Really awesome#

The two came out of the laboratory and met Lestrade who came out of the office head-on.

"Sherlock? Why are you here?"

When Lestrade saw Connie, his face changed obviously.

This did not escape Sherlock's eyes.

He nodded: "Bring Connie to do some checks."

Lestrade was silent for a moment: "Is she all right?"

Connie came out from behind Sherlock: "I'm fine, Lestrade don't worry."

She smiled as usual, after all, in her opinion, Lestrade was still "good".

On the contrary, Sherlock and Lestrade were a little surprised to see her attitude.

Lestrade looked at Connie in surprise, her eyes were sincere, if she wasn't lying, she was telling the truth... Could it be that she didn't see herself then?

Thinking about it in his mind, Lestrade let go of most of what he had originally raised, and unconsciously heaved a sigh of relief, but these micro-expressions were all in vain before Sherlock's eyes.

"Lestrade," he said in a cold voice.

"Ok?"

"..."

"What's wrong, Sherlock?"

"Nothing." There was still one of the biggest puzzles that had not been solved.

Sherlock folded his arms and swallowed the question in his mouth.

Sherlock hesitated to speak, Lestrade was different to him after all...

little sheep.

Both Jasmine and Connie watched this strange scene.

"Connie, go home." He turned and walked towards the door.

Connie looked at Lestrade, smiled, and followed Sherlock.

"Slow down...you can't do strenuous exercise just after the blood draw..." The tender and sweet voice gradually walked away.

A heavy emotion stained the corners of Lestrade's eyes.

Tiredness made his face look worn out.

"Is there any difficult case recently?" Jasmine asked with concern when she saw this.

Lestrade shook his head: "Fortunately, I'll go home first, and you will go back early."

On the mobile phone were three calls from my wife.

Lestrade dialed the phone, and the voice of apology and comfort gradually faded away in Jasmine's ears.

London at night is quiet and lonely.

She walked out of the police station and walked back to the apartment alone under the starry sky.

The cold wind has gradually become milder.

The gentle and ruthless face of that person seemed to float in the starry sky.

She sighed, walking in a state of sadness and joy.

Sherlock.

The tip of the tongue kept whispering the name, like the most distant and most beautiful dream.