Reasoning can't say Connie, even the scolding, Pauline Tiffany's sharp mouth has lost.

Seeing that the beauty was so angry that her eyes were red, Lestrade hurriedly swallowed the last bite of the sandwich and rushed to save the scene.

Although he has always been respectful of her, I am afraid that if this continues, today's media press conference will open the skylight.

God knows how tired he is of those sharp-toothed reporters, only an invulnerable beauty like Pauline can be invincible!

Thinking of this, he secretly silently gave Connie a touch of attention, and he could force the fire beauty to this part, and Connie was also a figure not to be underestimated.

Sure enough, none of the people who lived with Sherlock were mortals......

Reassuring Pauline, Lestrade brought her Connie's flower tea, and seeing this, Connie didn't have much to say and let things go away.

"Good eloquence." Seeing the two of them out of the police station, she began to pack her things. Sherlock didn't let her go.

Gasping slightly, Connie looked up and saw the dark purple scarf hanging asymmetrically around his neck, and blinked.

"Thank you." Say a sentence with a numb scalp.

He drank his coffee and seemed to be enjoying the state he was in.

After half an hour, the scarf fell to the ground.

Connie was stunned and picked up the scarf, the fringe at the edge tinged with a dull golden sheen, and the shiny leather shoe kicked past her eyes, the heel rubbing against the marble.

It's like an invitation, in the breeze.

Sherlock...... Your scarf is off. Those dark green eyes rushed into her eyes defenselessly, no longer with the sharpness of seeing through the soul, not gentle, but for the first time she felt that those eyes were unusually gentle.

"I know." He said.

The slender hands clasped together, and after a moment of friction, they reached into the pockets on either side of the coat. The high collar hid half of his face, and his thick eyebrows were filled with excitement.

"I know." He repeated.

The heel rubbed against the marble again, changing direction smoothly towards the corner.

The scarf in his hand still has a faint temperature.

Looking at the back of someone who had left in style, Connie clenched the scarf in her hand.

Inexplicably, I suddenly had the feeling of being invited as a guest.

The basket was placed on Lestrade's desk, and it contained still warm rose tea and coffee.

"Mr. Sherlock. Your scarf. Trotting to keep up with Sherlock, Connie handed over the scarf in her hand.

Sherlock glanced at her.

"Connie."

"Yes?"

"Just call me Sherlock;."

She raised her eyes, met his gentleness once more.

With a gesture of goodwill, although this kind of gesture is more like a charity from above.

But it's a unique way to invite Sherlock.

It's like inviting you into his world.

Somehow, Connie felt like she was almost going to freak out, but fortunately, her mental life was not bad.

It's not just a name, it's just a name.

After a pause, the distance between the two increased, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly took a big stride and followed him closely, raising a bright smile behind him, innocent.

"Yes, Sherlock." Blind politeness is also alienation.

Maybe over time, she'll be Sherlock's friend.

It may seem overwhelming to say, but she's in touch with such a real Sherlock. Witness his every word and deed, every move.

Sherlock Holmes.

He is also a man of flesh and blood and feelings, just like ordinary people.

The footsteps did not stop, and the two walked one after the other.

Sherlock took the scarf from her hand, folded it in half and threw it back of her head, tying a slipknot at the front of her neck, the dark purple tassels lined with a dark golden sheen, and his flaxen-green eyes showed a few pale blues.

"Let's go." He turned and walked down the stairs.

"Good...... Well, where are we going? "Unlike the brightness outside, there is a cold air from the stairs and much darker than outside.

But when I opened the door, I was greeted not by anything strange as Connie thought, but by two beauties with their own styles.

"Sherlock. There you are. In the office on the next floor, a girl with long brown hair was holding a paper jiàn clip and recording something, and there was a blonde girl standing next to her, both of whom looked beautiful.

When she saw someone coming, she greeted Sherlock with a gentle smile, as if she was very surprised.

Connie felt that she seemed to be very familiar with Charlotte.

Sherlock, however, didn't react.

"What about the corpses?" These were the first words he spoke, indifferent to the gentle beauty.

What a gentle person. Connie thought. If I had replaced Pauline, I would have to fight Sherlock for his rudeness.

Cocosil Rose.

Connie saw the name tag on her chest.

What a romantic name.

Although the white coat made her feel bad, it still couldn't hide the good feeling brought by the beauty's beauty.

If Pauline is the fire beauty in the Metropolitan Police Department, then Coco Xili is the water beauty.

"Who is this lovely little girl?"

Eyebrows twitched, Connie couldn't stand being treated like a child.

Still, she politely replied, "Hello, Miss Rose." I'm Connie. ”

"Hehe, hello, what a lovely child, you can call me Coco." She still smiled very gently, and there was even a motherly glow in her expression.

God knew how impotent Connie was.

"This is my assistant, Miss Cooper." With Coco's introduction, Connie's eyes were fixed on the blonde woman.

Molly Cooper. A forensic doctor at the London Police, Sherlock's most loyal aide and admirer, and a crush.

Of course, Yiqiē's identity is derived from a crush.

Of course, the assistant or something is still a matter for later.

Now, the brown-haired woman is the forensic doctor of the London Police Department, and the young Molly is just an assistant.

At this time, she was still very young, with a pair of amber eyes with immaturity, but she could not hide the hidden shyness when facing Sherlock.

Sure enough, Molly Cooper fell in love with Sherlock Holmes at first sight and fell in love with the legend of goodbye.

Of course.

"Hello, Miss Cooper."

"Hello, Connie."

Half an hour later.

Connie couldn't stay any longer.

Let you face the corpse of six halves for half an hour, you try?

She wanted to run away countless times.

And then the eggs.

She has promised Sherlock that if she escapes now, it is estimated that there will be a Yidao bullet hole in the ceiling tomorrow morning!

"Connie, maybe you can help me put together a piece of the puzzle?" Sherlock, back then, said to her.

Naïve her.

How could you think that Sherlock Holmes took her into the forensic department of Scotland Yard and asked her to help with some kind of Rausch puzzle?

"This case is a triplet homicide case." He put the finishing touches on it, the corners of his mouth filled with excitement.

So, when Connie saw the six big bodies.

-- I don't understand it in seconds.

Three triplets who looked the same were cut in half in unison. The wound was still burned by fire, and DNA identification was not needed.

But the murderer must have gone to such great lengths for a purpose, so Connie understands.

Merely...... This and the puzzle ...... Isn't it a bit far behind?