Back at 221B, Connie was completely frightened by the mess of the house.

"What's going on!" There was an exclamation, accompanied by the sound of the door banging on the wall, a gust of wind blew in, and a piece of white paper on the ground was blown into the air.

"Minor problem." Sherlock took off his coat and gestured to the dishwasher, "Connie." ”

When I turned my head, countless coffee cups were placed in the sink, and it was clear that there were no clean cups in stock in the half-open cabinet.

Connie's eyes twitched, "Yes." ”

Listening to Sherlock as she went upstairs, she resigned herself to rolling up her sleeves and starting to wash her glass.

Ten minutes to solve this pile of messes.

She made coffee and served it to the second floor: "Sherlock? Have you not eaten in three days? ”

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

"Your stomach won't be able to take it if you go on like this."

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

Connie looked at the scraps of paper on the wall and frowned deeply: "No matter how smart your brain is, it can only function by your body, if you don't eat or rest for three days, you will soon collapse." ”

Although in terms of personality and intelligence, Sherlock is almost equal to God.

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

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

Since it's useless to talk about it.

Connie went downstairs with the tray and opened the refrigerator.

Whose body is dishonest when it comes to food?

Taking the small shrimp out of the fridge freezer to melt the ice, Connie began to boil the porridge.

Given that there are only edible dried rose petals at home, she puts the rose petals together with lotus seeds, barley and red beans, preserved eggs and lean pork, pumpkin and shrimp.

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

Salty, sweet and light, she took out the spicy cabbage and pickled mustard and put them on small plates, and pushed open the door of the second floor with a heavy tray.

The aroma has actually been coming for a long time.

"Sherlock, come with me for lunch, I'm so hungry." She slammed her mouth, and she couldn't hold it back.

#别拦她, she was horribly hungry! #

Sherlock glanced at her, "Eat it yourself." ”

It's still strong.

Connie scrutinized his face, finally catching a slight bulge at the crest of his brow - that's what someone frowns about.

"But I can't eat all of it, it's a waste." She tried her best to put on an innocent face.

At a stalemate, Connie looked at the plate, "What flavor do you like?" "A look like I'll let you choose first.

I'm spicy, so let you choose first, why don't you hurry up and eat it!

Someone who exudes this kind of aura from his body really has too strong a sense of zài.

After a while, he put down the baton at hand.

The slight cramp in his stomach made him unacceptable, but it couldn't stop it.

In addition, the response of the mucosa of the floor of the mouth to secrete fluid does not seem to be able to be blocked by nerves - always distracting him.

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

"This is rose lotus seed porridge, which clears heat and detoxifies. This is barley and red bean porridge, to remove moisture. Both of these are tasteless, but they can be eaten with sugar...... It tends to be sweet. These two bowls are pumpkin shrimp and preserved egg lean meat, salty and very appetizing, and the rest of this bowl is white porridge, which is eaten with side dishes. She swallowed and looked at Sherlock.

After glancing at it, he directly picked up the white 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 taste a little heavy, and it is best with white porridge, Mrs. Hudson likes it very much!" She took the porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork and drank it slowly.

Although there were five bowls of porridge, they were not very large, and by the time Connie was halfway through it, Sherlock had already drunk the bowl directly.

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

His sudden look made Connie tremble slightly: how could the food be forced by her to point a gun at her?

Is it so painful to eat?

"Uh...... If you really don't eat it, forget it, I'll solve it myself. "Forget it, let's follow the heart.

It's not a bad thing to be cowardly.

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

A paper bag caught her eye.

She flipped through it casually and realized that it was Spencer's note.

"Henry called, sick and asked for leave." Sherlock answered her questions.

Looking at the high bulge of class notes, Connie was extremely moved—the little friend was so sweet.

He even sent her notes for the class.

After reading through the notes, Connie wrote Spencer a thank-you card, preparing to bring her a bowl of oversized double skin milk when she went to class tomorrow!

#啊说起来好像还牵着艾琳达老师好几天分量的双皮奶呢! #

Logged into his mailbox and checked his recent emails, and there didn't seem to be any other acquaintances other than Alex.

Excitedly clicked on the letter from the goddess's friend, Connie read it carefully word by word - basically Alex talked about her life and complained about her father's daily life with her grandmother.

It's a blessing - like her, she has to be kidnapped every now and then.

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

Sure enough, there are still friends who can complain together to live happily.

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

After typing a one-page reply and clicking send, she closed the webpage and prepared to start writing her long-overdue homework.

Wait a minute.

The black pen on her fingertip paused, and Connie put it down and looked at Sherlock.

"Sherlock, how is Lestrade?" Speaking of which, she forgot all at once.

“what。” His face was calm.

"What, I mean Lestrade, he's in that car, and he put me in a sack when I got out of the hospital!" Thinking of the inferior sack, her face turned bad again.

"Then why did you get out of the hospital?" He asked rhetorically.

"I ......" reacts to Sherlock's question, and Connie is stunned.

She, why, out of the hospital?

"I was taken away." She inevitably said a little weakly, after all, it felt more like she was following that person on her own.

Is it human?

“WHO。”

“… a… human?” She was at a loss for words, and felt indescribable.

"It should be an old man, wearing a black cloak and very dry hands...... I can't see my face. Connie summed it up, suddenly realizing that she hadn't been able to say anything, "and it disappeared as soon as it signed me out of the hospital door." ”

Sherlock was stunned.

It's one thing for a monitor to not shine, but the human eye?

He pulled out a document and began to scan it quickly, and after a moment the light in his eyes was retracted.

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

Sherlock's brow flickered.

Yes, this is also the only doubt that he cannot explain.

Why Connie?

After going around for a long time, Connie, who had a full stomach, finally didn't bypass herself like this.

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

If Mycroft wants to employ people, how can he find out all the net worth of people, right?

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

Secret?

Connie looked at his expressionless face and sighed inwardly.

Yo he, don't say it, don't say it, it's a secret...... But that doesn't mean you can't let her know, but does Sherlock know?

…… Roughly equal to no danger?

Thinking about it this way, Connie didn't ask any more questions.

#这真是个美好的误会#

"Yes." Connie nodded, turning away one step closer to the truth.

In the following moments, falling silent, Connie began to write her Alice in Wonderland aftermath while Sherlock focused on the case.

The room was only filled with the occasional flipping of books.

Three hours later, the sun set only minutes after Connie wrote about her true touch of Alice in Wonderland.

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

"Let's go."

Connie was startled: "Go?" Where to go? ”

She's getting ready to make dinner.

"The police station."

“？” Hey, why did Sherlock's gaze make her tingle?

"I'm going too?"

He nodded, and Connie followed behind him with an overcoat, though his gaze made her feel like a guinea pig.

The two drove to the police station, and unlike people in other places who go to empty buildings, 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 took people and walked directly to the real yàn room.

As the cold came, Connie wrapped her coat tightly and followed Sherlock.

"Sherlock!" Jasmine was not surprised to see Sherlock.

When he saw Connie, he also greeted: "Are you okay?" Do you want to eat sugar? Connie took the candy she handed over, thanked her, unpacked it and stuffed it into her mouth.

The sweet smell made her squint, he was really hungry after a long afternoon, but her heart was really not so big near the morgue...... Fortunately, the smell here is not heavy.

"What are you here for?" Jasmine was kind and welcoming, and her little face was still flushed.

Sherlock nodded: "Borrow it in the real yàn room, for an hour." "It's a polite request from him.

Although it is quite rude by the standards of ordinary people, Jasmine, who has a crush on him, doesn't think so much.

"Okay, I'll be ready." She replied with a little excitement, and took the real yàn room directly to Sherlock.

Connie followed her all the way into the real yàn room and smashed her mouth.

#朝中有人比不上一张好脸啊#