Receiving the news, Mycroft handed over all the affairs of the house to Sherlock.

And Sherlock also rushed back to the main Sherlock Holmes mansion as soon as possible.

Connie was making tea for Grandpa Bruce - and although Grandpa Butler was determined not to let a potential future second lady do rough work, the corpse on the grass still scared him.

You must know that although I have been with the two brothers for many years, I still have good luck.

"Sherlock, I suspect it's probably someone from the house." Seeing that there was no one around, Connie told Sherlock her guess, but because Bruce had a very deep affection for the servants of the Sherlock Holmes family before, she didn't say so in front of Bruce.

- But she felt that her reasoning was not far from ten.

"Oh?" Sherlock raised his eyelids and looked at Connie with interest.

I look like I see what kind of flowers you say.

There was a strange hint of appreciation and doubt in the attitude.

Connie seemed to be inspired for a moment.

After all, Sherlock had a quick talk on his face.

"Ahem." She cleared her throat and recounted what she had seen the corpse and what she had thought.

By the time she had finished, Bruce, who was listening on the sidelines, had gone from displeasure to admiration.

Connie said it in more detail than before, and even ruled out various factors, and in the end, the killer could only be the people in the main house of Sherlock Holmes, not Bruce and Connie, but naturally one of those subordinates.

Bruce felt a little admiration, and at the same time a little frustrated.

Whether it was the safety factor of the Sherlock Holmes main house or the loyalty of the servants in the house, he had always been very confident.

With that, Connie swallowed again, and looked at Sherlock with sparkling eyes.

Suddenly, a smile flashed through him, and he reached out and touched Connie's head, "There is progress." ”

Connie smiled happily.

"But the murderer is not from the house."

“……”

"Keep up the good work next time." He withdrew his palm and placed it in front of Connie's eyes, a dull red on the tip of his middle finger.

The smell of blood.

Connie could smell the red stain almost instantly.

I don't know if it's human blood or chicken blood, it's real blood anyway.

She trembled and tried to touch her head...... Why is there blood?

But Sherlock grabbed his wrist: "Only one drop, now there is none." ”

Connie had a wooden face: "I'll go wash my hair first......"

Looking at her back as she fled in a hurry, Sherlock smiled meaninglessly, with a hint of pampering in her smile.

"Bring the monitoring out." He turned back to Bruce and commanded.

Bruce's eyes lit up.

That's right, there are monitors all around the house, there are no dead ends, just call up the monitoring to see it!?

What a mess!

He immediately got up and went about it.

Although Sherlock said that he was not from the house, he did not dare to slack off now.

By the time Connie came out after washing her hair, several people had already looked at the surveillance video one by one.

And the little sheep of the London Police Department are finally late.

There were dead people, so there were four people in the police car - not to mention that this was Sherlock Holmes' home.

Together with the forensics team, there are nearly 20 people.

The momentum is not small.

However, it was useless, and the moment they opened the sackcloth, the expressions of several people became stiff.

Not just because of the frightened look on the man's face, but also because his exposed abdomen was full of minced flesh.

It's human flesh.

So for a moment, there were even a few new police officers who couldn't help it.

#呕吐的** came so suddenly#

Sherlock sat in the rocking chair in front of the door, drinking Connie's coffee, and looked at the sheep who were about to walk away in five minutes to get some fresh air, with obvious disgust in his eyes.

Connie knew that Sherlock was so laid-back, probably having seen all the circumstances of the corpse, and although he didn't tell her where her judgment was wrong, it was obvious that she would eventually find out when the police uncles were all over the place.

"What is the Ten Nuranfa?" Perhaps it was curiosity that made Connie accidentally tell her little pride, which attracted Sherlock's questioning.

"Ten Nuran methods are: very hard, but there is no way. This is not the norm in the London Police Department, this case happened in the Sherlock Holmes house, and it was not the hands of the people in the house, it is strange that they can find the murderer...... "Connie doesn't look down on the London Police Department, but is realistic.

Telling the truth is a quality of a good child.

"Hehe, then you think you can find out who the murderer is?" In the foyer behind him, a choppy woman walked out.

Connie looked behind her and saw a large golden wave and a huge pair of white rabbits......

#世界上还真有能把警服穿得和sex服装一样的女人啊#

A fat cow suddenly appeared in Connie's head, and she felt terrible, and hurriedly shook her head and waved the image from her head.

But this woman ...... Sound familiar?

"I'm sorry......" The more Connie looked at it, the more she felt familiar, and she felt that she hated this woman a little in her heart, and I don't know why, she has always been not easy to hate others.

Her bowing gesture pleased Pauline.

“…… Who are you? ”

Her satisfied face suddenly plummeted, and she turned black to the bottom of the pot.

"Huh"

A chuckle spilled from the corner of Sherlock's mouth, catching the attention of the two.

Connie looked at him suspiciously, "Why are you so happy?" ”

"Nothing." He reached out and touched the top of her head.

Connie was dumbfounded.

Again! Today is the second time!

What evil did Sherlock fall for!?

This kind of long legs will do to Lori what she ...... Hey?

#哪里不对(* ̄^ ̄*)#

Glass looked at Sherlock's soft face and the two of them, and sneered disdainfully.

For these two people who dared to ignore her, his face sank.

"It seems that Sherlock, you haven't befriended the child well, and you won't even recognize anyone." The thorny taunt in that remark made Connie frown.

She looked at this woman coldly and sank her face: "Auntie, what do you say, we have never met in our lives, isn't it normal not to know you?" You're not Jesus or Eva, so there's no need for everyone to remember you, right? ”

The blonde woman choked her throat and looked at Connie angrily, "I'm Pauline Tiffany!" And, Auntie? You're really uneducated! ”

Uneducated!?

She could not tolerate the scolding of Mrs. Hudson by others.

"Then what do you call Auntie? After all, I'm just a 13-year-old girl. She smiled sweetly, but the mockery and pretense in her look were so pandering that anyone could tell that she meant it.

But......

"Pauline Tiffany? Why is this name so familiar? It looks familiar, too......" she muttered, searching for her memories.

Sherlock heard her murmur and spoke, "The woman who knocked you under the table at the London Police Department." ”

Connie exclaimed and slapped her palm: "Yes! That rude big-breasted woman! She glanced at Pauline's breasts, which were clearly bigger than last time.

I don't know if this made Pauline happy, I saw her proudly straighten her chest, look at Connie's chest with disdain, and said with disdain: "Don't envy, you can't envy." ”

What a superficial woman.

Connie said that she was not abused at all: after all, she will be a C-class woman in the future - and that's enough, if you want to dress well, B is the most suitable, EFG or something is really scary...... She says she has no special preference for cows.

Connie's face was flat, but Pauline felt good about herself and swept around, with an air that the world was dominating me.

"Hmph, ignorant little brat. After going out of society, you will feel better. Pauline shook her head disdainfully, and said with a look of knowing what the future holds for you.

It was not much different from when she said Sherlock was a freak.

Connie looked at the coffee in Sherlock's hand, "Cold?" I'll make you another drink...... What's for dinner? ”

She completely ignored Pauline's words, and had nothing to say to her.

Sherlock, on the other hand, never stopped at Pauline's attention at the beginning.

"Whatever." He leaned back in boredom on the chaise longue, letting it sway back and forth, looking at the clear blue sky as if it were not at all affected by the dead in the house.

Pauline was angry, but she couldn't have a seizure, so she could only stare at Sherlock and spit out a freak and leave.