In the month since he met Sherlock, John feels that he has become more than the average person, no, everyone should know Sherlock.

Even though they had only known each other for a month.

They worked together on more than they could count, and they were together almost every day, except for the occasional break, because Sherlock didn't rest or eat when he was working on the case, so he was often forced to eat and sleep poorly...... In short, the point is that he feels that he already knows a lot about the personality of his colleague and partner.

Willful, rambling, clever to death, addicted to bizarre cases like drugs—speaking of which, he was surprised to find that this genius who was as sacred as a saint in his heart had been addicted to drugs for a time.

He is so good that even smart people can't match him, but he takes drugs because he is too bored to split another soul to talk to him?

John had made a lot of assumptions, and thought it was incredible, maybe it wasn't something he could understand, for someone like Sherlock was too lonely after all—from his withdrawn appearance, and because of his poisonous tongue, he didn't seem to have any friends.

But.

But.

All knowledge was wiped out in one breakfast.

Someone who was so headstrong that he could not eat for a week actually drank the bowl of porridge in the words of a little girl—it was not just a small problem with a bowl of porridge.

It was still a bowl of porridge that other people had drunk.

At this moment, John felt that the depth of his thinking about the problem became self-consciously profound.

Sherlock said that he had become a partner with his business when he first acted together, and he still remembered that when he sat in the restaurant waiting for the criminals to come, the owner of the restaurant treated them as a couple, and Sherlock didn't mind at all, and made him embarrassed and tangled, but the kid thought he was interesting to him, and explained very solemnly that he was just not interested in ship, which made him sigh for a while.

Does being too smart also make people lose the ability to want to fall in love?

Falling in love seemed like a stupid thing to Sherlock, even though he hadn't said it himself.

So in the end, the reason for everything is just because this genius once missed his love, so his heart is like ashes?

Thinking about it, John felt that something was wrong.

But on second thought, Sherlock is also human, and even if he is incredibly intelligent, even if he has a high-functioning sociopathic personality, it is not impossible that he will fall in love...... Looking at Connie's immature face, John was half-full, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Connie, how old are you?" It can't be that you are still underage, right?

Connie was stunned, and counted in her heart: "Eighteen." ”

John's eyes turned horrified as he looked at Sherlock.

Five years ago!

Connie was a kid back then!

Shylock...... I didn't expect you to be such a Sherlock!

Connie was inexplicable, and Sherlock looked at John with a condemning gaze, and gave him a cold look: "What are you thinking?" ”

There was a strong smell of disdain in his tone.

John put down the spoon and smiled awkwardly.

"Well, it's good that you come back safely, but I'm curious, I remember Mrs. Hudson saying, you're dead? Many years ago? He wanted to change the subject, but Connie's eyes made him feel a little rusty.

"What?" Connie looked at Sherlock.

She knew something was wrong now.

Like they all thought she was dead?

Connie raised an eyebrow and looked at Sherlock, "Mycrof?" ”

Before Sherlock could nod, Connie was already sure: "You don't know either?" ”

Sherlock looked a little gloomy.

Connie paused and smiled, "Good." ”

John felt her smile a little cold.

"I'll ask Helen and ask her for a meal."

Sherlock scoffed, "The day he sent you back, he left the country." ”

After speaking, he added, still in a thick tone of disdain: "He deliberately made four more flights." ”

It seems that my heart is really empty to a certain extent. Connie thought to herself.

Sighing, Connie put down the spoon and felt sleepy again, her eyelids fighting.

John wanted to ask something, so he watched Sherlock get up, gently pick up Connie, and put her in the bedroom.

Gently.

He could see that in Sherlock.

John felt that he had opened the door to a new world in an instant.

But the door didn't seem to close for a while, so he had to get used to it as much as he could.

"Summer ......"

"shh......" he gestured to his lips and put the thin quilt over Connie.

"Thank you......" Connie said thank you and fell asleep.

Sherlock frowned and exited the room as she looked at her rapidly falling asleep face and her breathing so light that it was hard to detect.

"Then I'll go to work first, or you can stay at home and rest today." John looked at his face and said.

Getting no response from Sherlock, John glanced and went straight out, he was about to be late......

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On the way, John also texted and chatted with Lestrade, and it was obvious that this person's reaction was also very big.

[Didn't she die three years ago!?] Alive? ］

John looked at the text message on his phone and frowned in confusion.

yes, everyone thought Connie was dead, including her parents including Sherlock.

And the answer to all this seems to lie in "Mycrof", the only man in the world who works in the secret agency of the British government and is smarter than Sherlock.

Sherlock Holmes's own brother, Mycroft Holmes.

In front of the hospital, John put away his phone, forget it, anyway, it looks like they are not going to let this matter pass, it will always be figured out, he just sits and waits for the truth.

Connie slept for more than an hour.

But when she woke up, she didn't feel full of energy, maybe only for a moment.

Changing her clothes, Connie sat on the windowsill in a daze, a little wooden, and there was a melodious violin sound overhead, she looked up and looked up

"Sherlock?" Don't you have a case to stay at home and think about it lately?

Connie smiled, made a cup of tea, and opened the door, but saw books all over the floor.

The violin stopped abruptly, and Sherlock looked over.

Connie smiled apologetically, "Disturbing you?" ”

He shook his head, put down his violin, and walked over to the boxes of books.

Connie saw his concentration: "Reading a book? ”

After a while, he bowed his head: "What is a book in everyone's hand?" ”

Connie was stunned for a moment, not hearing what he was muttering, so she just took a random copy, only to find that it was a map of London.

She smiled: "You still look at the map of London, why, according to your habits, you should have memorized it a long time ago, right?" ”

She still remembered Sherlock's skill at chasing people, but many veteran drivers couldn't match it.

But as soon as she saw her words fall, his eyes suddenly shot over, with faint excitement and realization.

Suddenly, with a clapp, he took the photos he had studied all night and the book in Connie's hand, and everything was clear.

“yes！ yes！ That's it! ”

Connie: "......" is what it is. Did she accidentally say something that shouldn't have been said by the crow's mouth?

"Oh! goodgirl！ Sherlock kissed Connie on the top of the head as he picked up the book, then sat on the floor and began to flip it up, with a large pile of materials next to it.

Connie: "......"

Forget it, she should go down and think about what to eat at night.

On this day, there are still people who do something that ordinary people should do, such as John Watson. In addition to work, I also flirted with my sister by the way, and made an appointment for a date in the evening.

So when Connie texted him to ask if he had anything to eat for the evening, he excitedly refused and asked Connie to leave him a little with a hint of reluctance.

In addition, he booked two tickets with Sherlock's credit card.

Obviously, it wasn't a perfect date, as Sherlock suddenly appeared and inserted into what had been a perfect date, and ended up fighting with an acrobat, who was saved by his new girlfriend to have a head.

Then they went home together.

When Connie opened the door, she saw three embarrassed men.

"Come on in." Connie smiled and welcomed people in, she knew very well how the look on the faces of John and the girl came about, usually after following Sherlock to investigate the case, this look is common, John seems to be used to it, and this girl seems to be a little uncomfortable. Not hard enough to see the excitement on her face.

Connie thought, maybe this girl would be a good fit for John.

"Who is this?" Connie asked.

Sara gently held her hand: "Hello, I'm Sarah. Forehead ......"

Connie smiled, "It's John's date, hello, I'm Connie." She made tea for the three of them and heard the gurgling in Sarah's stomach.

"I've done too much dinner today, would you like to have some?" She blinked, "It tastes pretty good." ”

John blushed, Sara hurriedly thanked her, Connie felt that they were quite compatible, and served a hot meal, watching the two eat face to face, the atmosphere seemed a little hot, and silently stepped aside.

"Here they are." Sherlock said suddenly.

Connie was stunned: "What? ”

"Black Lotus Society." He said, suddenly taking out a hosta from his pocket.

At first glance, Connie felt that it was very similar to the ancient hosta: "What is this?" ”

"The smugglers smuggled in, I think that's what they wanted." Sherlock then threw the hairpin into the drawer and looked back at Connie, "Now go back to the room and call Lestrade......"

Connie didn't know what Sherlock was going to do, but she still went back to her room to call Lestrade as Sherlock requested, and told her what Sherlock had ordered, and of course, she was caught by Lestrade and asked for a good call.

In the end, it ended with "ask your immediate boss and good friend".

Opening the door, Connie was about to go upstairs, only to find that the hanger at the door had fallen to the ground and the door was open.

She hurried upstairs and saw Sara huddled aside: "What's going on?" ”

"John and Sherlock were taken and I was hidden in the closet by John." She seems to have just called the police.

Connie frowned and reassured her, "Don't be afraid, they'll be fine." But I couldn't help but worry.

Half an hour later, the group was all captured.

Sherlock and John were also sent home by Lestrade.

Sara wept silently as she watched the wound on John's head, and Connie looked at the blood on Sherlock's face with a gloomy face and closed the door silently.

Lestrade who still wanted to say hello in front of the door: "......"

"Wow~" John whistled when he saw this. "Looks like you're going to suffer, man."

His tone was like a good show, but the old waist was twisted by Sarah.

John: "......" He was wrong, he shouldn't get carried away.

Lestrade laughed, "Ell, at least Connie Howe never seemed to be angry?" Finally, there is someone who can put up with you, what if you are angry and leave, brother, someone will give you advice. ”

Sherlock said coldly: "It's like you, and my wife won't run away with anyone." ”

The air of contempt is on full display.

Lestrade: "......"

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