[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

For Sherlock, perfection is the norm.

However, once in a while, small probability events will happen.

For example, when Sherlock finally solved the mystery related to miracles in the eyes of outsiders, but was stumped by a small detail.

Why did that group, Lestrade and his accomplices, seize Connie?Take Connie?

Why did Lestrade let her go so easily.

Why did she deliberately send someone to watch her in the hospital.

#The origin of physical examination#

Connie didn't know that Sherlock had almost solved all the miraculous things. She was very glad that she didn't have a gastroscopy, otherwise Sherlock would never have given her a general anesthesia.

When I got home, I made Shuangpi Nai to "pay off the debt".

#小店opened a day to be kidnapped is heart-stuffed#

But she was still not spared, because Sherlock asked her to tell all the encounters from the beginning.

#It’s really a first time#

#说吧萨年, are you coveting sister's double skin milk! ? #

#But she still said it again obediently#

Taking a sip of the cold water, Connie coughed twice.

"This case must be complicated..."

He looked over, with dark waves in his eyes: "I have already solved it." The answer to the mystery.

But... the damn detail.

Sherlock felt slightly annoyed.

Displeasure surfaced in his eyes, like water splashed into a frying pan and then covered with a lid.

The experiments done today are all normal.

Experiments showed that there was nothing wrong with her.

It couldn't be more normal.

But that didn't fit his guess.

For the first time, the Mind Palace has something called a dead end.

After closing the narrow room, he stood in the luxurious and wide aisle, and saw Connie's innocent and bewildered face.

Connie Hudson.

He read this name with the tip of his tongue, as if thousands of white papers were falling down from the top of the thinking palace, and every piece of white paper was written with her name.

"It's untied...it's untied!" Connie exclaimed, looking at Sherlock in surprise.

Seeing that his face changed slightly, as if he was immersed in his own thinking world, he quickly poured some hot water from a cup and rubbed it next to him.

She was curious.

However, Connie did not disturb Sherlock's thinking process, but sat quietly on the side, and after watching too much, she knew when Sherlock was thinking and when he was in a daze.

For a long time, his eyes looked down, and met her instinctively bright smile and... flattery.

"Want to know?" God knows why he would ask such a stupid and boring question.

But he thought of the kitten he was feeding in the dilapidated alley a few days ago, and it seemed to be somewhat similar to the stupidly smiling hamster in front of him.

Like a chicken pecking at rice, Connie nodded frequently.

Seeing Sherlock pick up the coffee cup, some hot coffee poured into it immediately, don't be too stupid.

"The crime started in St. Paul, but that male teacher was not the first dead body. There was another missing body, a woman around 30 years old, who was engaged in the service industry." Sherlock threw a bomb as soon as he opened his mouth.

Connie stared at him blankly, and a storm raged in her head: "So there are actually three dead people who died from the same killer?" Besides the poor teacher and his wife, there was also a woman.

Although she felt a little confused, Connie still kept up with the digestion level of the public.

Sherlock nodded: "There is a triangle relationship, so I deduce that the murderer is related to the three of them. After all, there are traces of two women on the man and traces of two men on the woman."

Oh no no no.

What a coincidence.

"You mean the substitute teacher in our class had an affair with the missing woman, and that missing woman had a relationship with the teacher and the murderer at the same time?" My God, in this terrible world, can such a person be a people's teacher! ?

Suddenly she realized again: "No, that woman is not missing, so how did you deduce it?"

He paused: "Twitter and Facebook."

Connie: "..." How can there be a sense of Douban being visual.

So two women were identified from the male teacher's body... Connie thought it was too dirty, but she had to admire Sherlock's IQ.

But in this way, the killer...

"What about Lestrade and that man? Could it be that the one who took me away with Lace is the murderer?" She asked with some horror.

"No, the two of them don't have that IQ, two stupid..." He snorted softly.I didn't say any more.

Connie thought it was the so-called secret, so she didn't pursue it.

"The murderer..."

"It should be the murderers, twins, female, in their early thirties. One has blond hair and the other has brown hair." Sherlock picked up the coffee and took another sip.

The six families that shared the secret back then.

A boring drama where the victim comes back for revenge.

Lestrade's secret.

Adding the answer to the riddle, he felt that it was nothing more than that, but it was the riddle in front of him that made him want to stop.

Anyway, Connie reasoned it out because she didn't understand Sherlock.

But: "Now that the murderer is known, is Lestrade arresting him? Will he be injured?"

Sherlock withdrew his gaze from her all the time: "Don't worry, the woman's body hasn't been salvaged yet." It meant the first woman who died.

"Huh?" Connie was dumbfounded.

"I haven't told them that I solved the riddle." Naturally, it was because he hadn't solved the seemingly insignificant but potentially affecting the overall puzzle in front of him.

There is deep meaning in his eyes.

Connie was stunned, looking at Sherlock's calm look, she didn't know what he was thinking: "Why, if there are clues, shouldn't the police arrest them? Could it be that you still have to do physical work yourself?" It just doesn't feel like his usual style.

He had always given Lestrade the finishing touches after deciphering, or...was it related to that secret?

Thinking of Sherlock's avoidance of answering last time, she also consciously didn't ask.

It's just that after listening to half of the answer, my heart really itch.

Picking up a washed apple and biting it hard, Connie turned around depressed: "I'm going to make double skin milk."

Sherlock watched her turn from excited to depressed, and raised his eyebrows. He couldn't understand her emotions, but he didn't think much about it, and fell into his own thinking palace in a blink of an eye.

The next day, Connie got up early and rushed to school, attracting Spencer to hug her warmly.

Carrying a full amount of double skin milk, she gave it to the person who ordered it, which attracted even more frenzied orders. She felt happy and had a headache at the same time.

Thinking about the person who took her away yesterday - the question she wanted to ask the most was actually forgotten by her.

#It's all Lestrade's fault#

As soon as the class was over, she couldn't wait to rush home.

In order to find out the progress of the case and encourage Lestrade who went to the front line as an undercover agent, she specially cooked a table of good food and sent a text message asking Lestrade to come to 221B.

However, without Henry and Mrs. Hudson, the room was indeed much deserted, but Lestrade brought his wife, and Connie met her plain-looking lace wife for the first time outside of the wedding.

Her demeanor was unexpectedly not as gentle as the one Connie saw last time, probably because of the changes in makeup and clothing. On weekdays, this young lady still looked quite strong.

#Sure enough, it can eat Lestrade to death#

Sylvia Langdon.

It's a retro and sweet name, but it's actually the queen in Lestrade's heart, an irresistible existence ==

Seeing Lestrade look like he was serving Lafayette, Connie found it funny.

Why is it that there are only poor people around, no matter at work or at home?

Sylvia is quite satisfied with Connie's cooking skills, but this woman seems a little arrogant. Apart from having a better attitude towards Sherlock, she seems to look down on Connie and Lestrade.

Connie inexplicably felt a little strange, how could she feel this way.

Why did you marry Lestrade after looking down on him?

But Connie always feels that this way of getting along is a little different from the kind of husband and wife relationship that rejoices with enemies or the queen's loyal dog...

#一看爱遇婚 or something is a little unreliable#

Connie complained a few words in her heart, but Connie didn't take it seriously, she still had the original politeness, but she was not as enthusiastic as she was at the beginning.

Lestrade was busy serving his wife, but he didn't pay attention to Connie. On the contrary, Sherlock looked at Connie's attitude with a flash of satisfaction in his eyes.

All this is in the dark.

However, after a meal, Connie failed to ask about the progress of the case, which made her a little frustrated, because Sylvia kept talking to Sherlock, and Connie secretly asked Ray when they were talking. None of Strade's chances got one, and somehow they kept getting interrupted.

[discouraged face]

"Walk slowly." After packing up the desserts for the two to take home to taste, Connie walked to the sink in an apron to clean up.

The cold wind from the open windows blew away the smell of food in the room.

"You want to know the progress of the case, why don't you ask me?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind.

When Connie turned her head, Sherlock was standing on the stairs, drinking coffee slowly.

There was a pleasant breath all over his body.

It's rare to see such a Sherlock.

Connie gave him a strange look: "I did forget to ask you about that strange man who took me away yesterday...but didn't you say it was a secret? About Lestrade...I think I Maybe you can ask him..." Who knows if he will say it all at once.

After all, that was Lestrade.

Connie narrowed her eyes and smiled.

Sherlock's eyes narrowed too, but the emotion conveyed was completely different from Connie's.

"Secret." He spit out the word, and there was a trace of heat in his mouth.

"That's Lestrade's secret." Not that he refused to answer so it was a secret.

Connie took it for granted: "I know, so you have some excuses for not telling me..."

The atmosphere became slightly weird, but Connie didn't know it yet.

"...Do you think I'm the kind of person who will help Lestrade keep some boring secret?" Besides, in his eyes, Agen is not a secret,

"...What do you mean?" The hand washing the dishes stopped.

"Hehe... That stupid sheep has enough IQ to keep a secret?" This kind of tone that I know you don't know I know...

Connie silently put the plate under the running water and rinsed it again.

She felt that the conversation that day had greatly misunderstood her.

"excuseme"