Pepper and salt cumin small potatoes, stir-fried beef with shredded radish, cold tofu, ginger teppanyaki tofu, shredded fish-flavored pork, braised hairtail.

A six-course home-cooked dish with a large bowl of pork liver soup is freshly baked.

Given that Mrs. Hudson didn't say a word when she brought people home, Connie didn't have time to prepare the dishes that took too much time.

But it's Mrs. Hudson's official home! In order to make a good impression on the first side, Connie made a table of Chinese dishes with fresher ingredients from the refrigerator.

And unlike Mrs. Hudson's heavy taste, although this Mr. Henry is not taboo, his stomach is very fragile, and he belongs to the kind of system that causes diarrhea when he eats spicy, so the dishes that Connie chooses are all palatable to ordinary people, and Chaotian pepper is useless at all.

However, although it is not as amazing as the hot pot of that day, Chinese food has always been a personal favorite.

Sherlock didn't seem to have a dislike for Chinese food, and after eating it a few times, Connie assumed that he liked it, and if he didn't like it, it would be like milk, and he wouldn't drink it in his mouth.

And Mrs. Hudson, not to mention, was once a woman who was also fascinated by mustard and nori soup......

And Henry, no longer what Connie wanted, was very fond of such dishes.

"Oh, this is the best meal I've ever had......" Connie was delighted despite the exaggeration.

"Thank you, sir, for liking, you can come to 221b anytime if you want to eat in the future, I can make it for my husband." Connie is still very talkative to her future "stepfather", and Henry is really a lovely person, which makes it easy for people to like it.

With a meal, Connie could understand why Mrs. Hudson was still shouting far away when she went out in the morning, and ended up bringing someone in the door in the evening.

Henry looked at the well-behaved and sensible Connie, and his heart was full of love.

In fact, at his age, if his son hadn't died young, I'm afraid there would have been a granddaughter the size of Connie at this time, he met Hudson alone for many years, and when he knew that she had an adopted Chinese daughter, he was actually very worried, although Hudson always said that Connie was different from ordinary children, and his heart always couldn't let go until he met Connie in person.

"Oh, lovely Connie, if you need Henry in the future, you must tell me." Henry, who is not very good at sweet words, sincerely promised Connie that Connie's serious and strict appearance made Connie stunned for a moment, and then he was not too embarrassed to read.

However, she replied very seriously: "Well, if I need help in the future, I will definitely find Mr. Henry." She could feel this sincere love and gratitude.

It was known that such a response would make Henry and Mrs. Hudson the happiest of all, even though she didn't really want anything.

Sure enough, as soon as he heard Connie's answer, Henry's voice immediately became excited, and his expression became a little more joyful.

Throughout the whole process, Sherlock finished the meal elegantly and concisely with a non-trivial attitude.

He was only polite to Mrs. Hudson and Henry.

After the meal, Connie was chased away.

Henry and Mrs. Hudson were tired of being in the kitchen, doing what a normal couple would do.

Connie was glad not to have to wash the dishes, but the thought of what Xiao Yan was holding behind her back, and then adding those actions to Mrs. Hudson and Mr. Henry, made her feel that something was wrong.

The room has been repaired, and the decoration has not been put on the agenda, Connie simply refused after thinking about it, anyway, the house may often be cheated down in the future, and the decoration cost or something will be saved, and the wallpaper will be improvised.

When I have to go to school in the future, I will live directly in the school......

Lying on the soft quilt, the cold wind outside the window drifted in, the people were cold, and the sound of the violin came from the window unexpectedly.

Well, that's how Sherlock plays the violin when he's fine, and spends his time after meals...... Wait a minute!

A startle, Connie silently cramped her stomach.

Bored? Kill time?

Now it's clear that there is a case, even if you don't go to the police station and don't investigate the crime scene anymore, Sherlock should be busy solving these two cases at this time, right...... He's already solved the case?

As soon as this answer came to Connie's mind, she shuddered all over, and for a moment, curiosity filled almost her whole body.

Secretly rubbing a cup of coffee, Connie tidied up her appearance and went up to the second floor with a kind smile.

"Knock Knock"

The moment I remembered the knock on the door, the sound of the violin stopped.

The two are seamlessly connected, one rings and the other ends.

It is a general collusion between two people.

Sherlock held his violin and looked at the closed door without saying a word.

"Mr. Sherlock, I made you coffee." A cool voice came.

The same face is expressionless, and the same eyes are not wavering.

The sense of loneliness as if there was no one in the world disappeared in an instant.

"Enter." He spoke, with a chin that he didn't know, the violin in his hand was placed on the shelf, and the half-open window blew in the cold wind, blowing off the sheet music all over the ground, but he ignored it, and sat on the sofa, like an emperor in the world.

As if she had entered this door for the first time, she had entered the room with breakfast and saw such Sherlock reads.

A pair of turquoise eyes, motionless, looking at the door, the whole person is like a sculpture, and even breathing can not be found.

Connie walked straight into the door and placed her coffee on the coffee table to his right.

The sheet music on the floor was messed up, and when she put down the tray, she picked up the sheet music one by one, sorted it out and put it on the table, pressed it with her mobile phone, and closed the window again, before she turned to look at Sherlock, and stopped talking.

In fact, she was still nervous in her heart.

"Something?" Sherlock could see at a glance that she had something to say.

"Hmm...... I would like to ask, has Mr. Sherlock solved the case? After a moment's hesitation, Connie asked.

If it was another case, it would be fine, but this case, she is really curious!

"Oh?" He asked rhetorically, with a faint glint in his eyes.

Connie seemed to feel his mood instantly improve.

This made her nervous mood relax a lot.

"Hehe, actually, I'm just curious......" She touched her head embarrassedly, quite embarrassed.

"Oscar." He clasped his hands together, his index finger in a triangular shape, and his fingertips pressed against his chin.

This is one of the gestures he uses when thinking.

Connie was stunned.

Oscar...... Oscar? The third son?

"He's a murderer? But isn't he already dead, the death of Nina Bukot......"

This time, Sherlock didn't answer her again.

Connie looked over, and he seemed to be in a daze.

"Sir?" She walked over, and the nicotine stickers peeking out of her cuffs stunned.

Sherlock is starting to use nicotine stickers again?

But isn't this case just over?

"Sherlock......" Connie tried to call again, but Sherlock still didn't respond.

Connie was a little puzzled, but saw him suddenly get up, lie down on the couch, and close his eyes.

Connie sighed.

The great god is really out of balance today......

Covering Sherlock with a thin cotton blanket to keep her cold, Connie quietly exited the room with the tray.

Oscar's three words, tonight is destined to wear her out and can't sleep all night.

What she didn't know was that Sherlock Holmes didn't investigate, sleep, or even think about it that night.

He just quietly, looking at the bonfire in the fireplace, at the smoke of the fire, and for a long time.