Thelunaticisinthehall. (The madman is in the hall.) )

Thelunaticisinthehall. (The madman is in the hall.) )

Thepaperholdstheirfoldedfacestothefloor. (Newspapers press their wrinkled faces to the ground.) )

Andeverydaythepaperboybringsmore. (Every day, the boy who delivered the newspaper sent more.) )

When the crime happened, it was in the middle of the night.

And this time, the person who found the victim was not Connie, but the accompanying police officer who was sent to protect Pauline.

The officers rushed into the room with the sound of glasses falling to the ground.

There was a lot of water stains on the wet floor, and there was no figure of Pauline on the messy bed, so she disappeared into the room with her pajamas.

It looks like an escape room.

When Sherlock arrived, it was less than an hour after midnight.

The closed doors and windows were locked from the inside, even the curtains were closed, and the police officers were guarding the doors, making it impossible to get out of the door.

"How?" Lestrade came a few minutes late, looking like he was belated, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly, and the sleepiness in his eyes had not completely dissipated.

But apparently he's starting to get used to this state of rest.

"She escaped on her own." I went around the house and got a text message from Connie on my phone.

He took out his phone, replied with a message, and put it back in his right pocket.

Lestrade happened to see the text message.

“GOTOBED.”

Pursing his lips, he glanced at Sherlock with some dissatisfaction.

OBVIOUSLY HE WANTS TO GOTOBED TOO!

When Sherlock got up and went out, Connie was watching a show, and she was hungry at night, so she happened to go to the kitchen to get some supper to eat, and she happened to meet Sherlock who was going out, and asked to find out that Pauline was missing,—— it was likely to be killed, and she was almost so scared that she dropped her phone.

At this time, it was just a casual question, and she couldn't sleep by herself, but Sherlock mistook her for worrying about Pauline and couldn't sleep.

Connie, on her part, was weak-hearted, thinking that she could still be deduced by Sherlock from a long distance.

She glanced at the notebook page with a weak heart, and it was the male and female protagonists who were in the □□ stage and were about to kiss next.

In the next second, a text message was sent to the phone.

“NOW”

There is no punctuation, but it is full of command.

Connie was silent for a moment, then closed her laptop and lay down on the bed.

By the time Sherlock had spent five minutes figuring out the mechanism under the bed in his bedroom, Connie was already asleep.

#GIRL你的睡意来得也真是很快#

Sleeping late doesn't mean waking up late.

At dawn, Connie woke up, and after washing up, she met Sherlock, who was making coffee in the kitchen.

"Just came back?" He looked refreshed, as usual, with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in his hand and a full steaming heat.

He put the coffee in front of his eyes and smelled the aroma as if he hadn't seen it: "No, I came back at 2 o'clock in the morning." ”

Connie nodded, cracked two eggs, added water and began to beat the eggs.

"How's the case? Did Pauline find it? "Put the wooden bowl in the steamer, turn the heat to the maximum, and cover the pot.

"Nope." He put his coffee down, his fingers rubbing the rim of the cup.

Stunned, Connie took out the bread slices from the bread maker, spread the salad dressing and tomato sauce, smeared the fried chicken breast with meat floss and sandwiched it between the two slices of bread, took out the salt and pepper and sprinkled it slightly.

"It's unfortunate." Connie shoved one of the sandwiches into Sherlock's hand, picked up the other and smeared it with chili sauce and old godmother, and happily stuffed it into her mouth......

"What are you doing?" The hand slipped, but it wasn't actually a slip, but someone next to her who had a quick hand and took her sandwich away.

With the chili sauce, Sherlock took a big bite of the sandwich.

Of course, it was a big bite for Connie, but it was just a normal bite for Sherlock.

There are very few people who eat an old godmother's sandwich in the morning, right?

Connie was a little sore at the moment.

“？” She looked at Sherlock, waiting for his reaction.

#说实话她只是不知道还有什么反应而已#

"Not bad," he said, taking a sip of his coffee into his mouth without changing his face.

Connie looked at him with concern: "The habit of eating?" "Although Sherlock is not untouched by the old godmother and chili.

"Hmm." He took another bite without changing his face.

Connie paused, picked up the sandwich he had at hand, began to spread the sauce, and began to eat slowly.

"Or?" Watching Sherlock finish his food in three or two bites, he even ate very elegantly!

Sherlock shook his head and patted the crumbs off his hands.

Connie glanced at her watch and turned off the heat.

With thick gloves, the wooden bowl was brought out, and a bowl of steaming eggs was out of the pot.

"Eat some eggs. Relatively nutritious. Because the bowl was quite large, Connie took two spoonfuls and handed one to Sherlock, ready to wait for him to eat two bites before eating it herself.

After all, although Sherlock often eats what she makes, he doesn't always eat much......

Five minutes later, Connie couldn't help but reach for the spoon to the wooden bowl.

#哪个混蛋说的夏洛克吃不多? ＃

That's almost half a bowl!

I said that I would take a few bites and rest.

Fortunately, after a few minutes, it was not so hot.

Connie didn't care if Sherlock would dislike her or not - after all, he hated it because of this, it would be better not to eat (╰_╯)#

Who knew that Sherlock didn't react at all!

#这简直不科学! ＃

The two of them had a bit of a rivalry - this was Connie's self-righteousness, of course, but in fact Sherlock was only a little comfortable because of the hot sensation sliding all the way down his esophagus, and it had nothing to do with the taste.

His movements were still slow and graceful, but he didn't lag behind Connie at all.

#大概是因为嘴大? ＃

So, when Bruce, who got up early in the morning, entered the kitchen for the daily morning activity of #Eat Connie's breakfast#, he saw a man and a woman leaning on the table, one holding a spoon and eating a bowl of steamed eggs.

Especially from time to time, the two will look at each other...... Even if he lived for eighty years, he couldn't think of any reason why he wasn't #impure#......

"......" hesitated for a moment, and Bruce saw the second young master's gaze.

#走走走我立马走! #顾不得什么, before Sherlock's eyes could greet him, Bruce consciously left.

Sherlock glanced at Bruce, who had just come and gone, raised an eyebrow, turned his head, and looked at the already empty bowl and Connie, who seemed to have just fought a big battle, before putting down the spoon, a slight smile flashing in his eyes.

"Pack up and go to the police station with me later." He tossed the spoon into the bowl and turned to Connie to say a word.

Connie looked at his back, which had already turned away, "I'm going too?" ”

"Well, don't you think it's boring to be at home all day?" The picnic was ruined, at least he had to take someone out, not to mention following him to handle the case, which would make her grow a lot.

"Oh," Connie replied, turning to wash the dishes, suddenly feeling a little conflicted.

Anyway, why did she follow Sherlock out to solve the case?

Boredom is not this either...... However, on second thought, her physique made her doomed to be like ordinary people, especially now tied to Sherlock...... Some of them are much better than being stuffy at home or being caught and tossed or something.

What's more, she always has to learn to protect herself, and I don't know if her physique will be better when she gets older......

Otherwise, judging from the perverts she has met now, it is a question of whether she can live to adulthood......

#得了一种对人生一认真思考就无法承受的绝症#