I don't know if it's Connie's delusion, but as soon as her words fell, I always felt a shock to the body.

Surprised eyes, staring straight at Sherlock.

His eyes were as pale as water: "There is a model on the cabinet in the bathroom, and there is an invisible lockbox inside, which contains contraceptive pills and another model, and the larger model is locked in that lockbox by her."

Connie nodded, and said stupidly, "So the little one is Renard's......" But who would put a condom in the lockbox these days?

Sherlock saw her confusion.

"There's some of her personal belongings in there."

Connie didn't have the slightest idea what those so-called personal belongings were.

But she felt incredible that Sherlock was able to find the secret lockbox and guess someone's password in such a short period of time.

"How did you guess the password?" She asked.

Sherlock spat out a few numbers, and Connie thought it was a birthday or something.

"I asked her for her birthday in the hallway." He said a she, but Connie knew it was Fiona.

"It's really lucky, if it's not her birthday, it won't be this harvest." Connie said this, but she still found it a little difficult to understand that Fiona was using her birthday as a password.

After all, it seems to be a very cunning and cautious person.

Sherlock spat out another number, and Connie froze and looked at him.

"This is the date of his birth on the data, which is obviously a little different from what she told me." Sherlock said lightly, and the page of the phone was placed in front of Connie's eyes.

Oh...... It turned out to be □□.

Connie quickly understood, judging by the birthday. Fiona was supposed to be a very young girl, perhaps about the same age as her before the crossing, and it was at a time when the girl's heart was extremely easy to get confused, and at this time she met Sherlock......

"You don't seem surprised?" He asked meaningfully with an eyebrow.

Be surprised......

"Maybe you're a source." Sherlock asked tentatively, and the rebuttal seemed to be answered in Connie's reaction.

For a moment, Connie felt that the hairs on the top of her head stood on end.

"Hehehehe............" How is she going to answer this?

Telling lies will definitely be seen by him, and if he doesn't tell lies, it will involve a series of problems, right? Then her waistcoat was unexpectedly exposed......

"You mean, this Fiona isn't herself?" She stiffly shifted the subject.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was joking, it was meant to be a joke, but I have to say that Connie's reaction now is very intriguing.

He moved over to Connie, and when he sat down directly across from her, he lowered his head slowly, like a cheetah, staring at his prey, his eyes sharp, intently and plainly.

Connie felt a little square.

"yes, so I took one of her hairs and compared it to her mother, and I think I'll get the result soon, right?" After a long time, he spoke.

Connie blinked.

"If she's not Fiona."

"Then she's a spy." He continued.

"If She's ......"

"Then I suppose that explains where you came from, doesn't it?" He spoke in astonishment, and Connie was suddenly silent.

"You seem to be jealous of her." This is not a question for them, but a firm statement.

"I, I, I...... I don't know what you're talking about. Connie trembled, her cheeks suddenly sunken in, her mouth was pressed into the shape of a pout, and she could only look at Sherlock for no reason and grievance.

"I don't know what you're shaking?"

"...... "Mom help!"

"I'm ......," Connie clenched her fists and cursed in her voice.

A sneer welled in his throat, and his palm loosened her face.

"Don't be nervous, your secret is safe."

How to say it, this sentence can represent a lot of meanings.

Connie looked at Sherlock suspiciously, wondering if he was spying on purpose or if he had indeed guessed.

After thinking about it, she felt that it might be more likely to be the latter, after all, Sherlock's character is not a person who likes to play tricks.

Bowing her head in frustration, Connie took a deep breath.

He had said before he came here that he had something to do with her, and he must have known that something was wrong with Fiona, so he took her to Renard's house and left her alone with Fiona, presumably to see how she reacted.

#被人耍着玩的感觉可不怎么好. ＃

Connie thought she had figured it all out, and suddenly glared at Sherlock without speaking.

"How?" He also calmly added a handful of hatred points.

Connie glared at him: "You know all about it and ask me what I'm doing, I don't think there's anything special about this case at all, you don't even have to come over to think all this through, and you deliberately brought me here just to trick me?"

It looks like a pink roast suckling pig.

Sherlock looked at her calmly.

Connie felt aggrieved when she looked at him like that, and she didn't know what was wrong, her heart was sour, and her nose was a little blocked.

"Sherlock, you bastard!" She felt puzzled and kicked Sherlock's calf directly, the gray mark was printed on his black trousers, and the small footprint made an obvious mark.

Looking at the footprints on his trouser legs, Connie's breath seemed to be half relieved in an instant.

The next second, he met his deep eyes, and suddenly he was like a punctured balloon, with a weak face.

"I know what, you're so angry? Do you know what I know? He leaned against the window, one hand resting on his chin, as if he were leisurely watching the scenery, not in the slightest angry at what she had done.

Connie, who was just weak-hearted, such an attitude and words were the best catalyst for her.

"You can see that Fiona is not the original Fiona, then you!" She shouted out in a fit of rage, and halfway through the shout, she suddenly met Sherlock's eyes, and suddenly realized that she seemed to have fallen into the pit, and quickly stopped abruptly.

She stared at the chuckling man.

"I don't know anything, girl, but now I know, do you say?" Before Connie came to London, she didn't have any identity, and there was no record of her identity in China, so she suddenly appeared in London as a black household.

And Fiona, a woman in Mycroft's intelligence, seems to have suddenly changed her temperament some time ago.

The time is around the time of the explosion in the small town of Mandalay.

Today's meeting was enough for him to realize that something was wrong with that woman, as well as the hostility that came naturally to her first encounter with Connie, and the confidence that she thought knew him well.

In short, he really blew up Connie.

The two sat quietly in the car, and neither of them said a word, knowing that after getting on the elevator of the hotel one after the other, Connie finally couldn't help but hesitate a little.

"Coffee." Inside, these were Sherlock's first words.

"Oh." Connie answered, holding the beans and starting to grind the beans while the coffee machine was held.

She stared at the machine blankly, struggling with whether she should take the initiative to confess, although this kind of thing is very incomprehensible, but Connie and Sherlock got along during this time, and felt that they could still believe in his character, and this grasp did not come from the understanding of him in the play, but more from the experience of getting along with him personally.

It's one thing not to mention her origins, and Sherlock hadn't asked such a question before, or expressed interest in it, but now, her waistcoat seemed to be torn......... Rather than being dissected by Sherlock bit by bit, why don't he take the initiative to confess it himself?

At the very least, Sherlock might be able to help her keep the secret in the face.

Thinking about it from another angle, Connie's mood was immediately not so heavy, but she felt more relieved in her heart.

Looking at the sweat coming out of her palms, she walked to the sink and carefully washed her hands twice, and then walked to the living room with the brewed coffee.

"Sherlock, coffee."

He handed the coffee over, and Sherlock's expression was normal, taking it and sitting on the couch, as if smelling the aroma.

I saw you sit on the couch with the tray on the side, slightly nervous, and took a deep breath.

"Sherlock, I have something to tell you."

He looked over.

"Yes." Her palms trembled a little.

Through? Rebirth? Possessed?

No, it's her own body, it's just shrunken, it should be considered a rebirth, right? But this is not her original world.

"......" he still looked at her steadily.

"Actually, I'm not here, of course, I'm not the same as Fiona, this is my body, I'm not 12 years old, I've graduated from college, but all of a sudden, I'm like when I was 12 years old, I appeared in London, I woke up on the streets of London......" She explained her origin in some incoherent words, and at the same time looked a little nervous.

"You know me?" He spoke suddenly.

Connie was stunned and nodded, "Yes." ”

"Where did you find out?" He asked again.

“…… TV series. She whispered, his brow furrowed.

"TV series." He raised an eyebrow.

"But I also know that you are a very good detective, and you have an older brother who works in the intelligence bureau......" and an inexplicable love peanut.

“…… I didn't recognize you until you said your name when you first appeared in 221b. Sherlock holmes. She remembered when Sherlock had just appeared in 221b, and thought time had passed so fast, and her waistcoat had fallen off so suddenly. 166 Reading Network