"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"......" Connie was already very accustomed to knocking on the door and opened the door and came in.

"Mr. Sherlock, this is your coffee, please ......"

ヾ (≧ o≦) 〃嗷!

“what？” The messy curls waved in the air, and after two flicks, a face with immaturity turned around, but at this time, the old face showed a bit of youth, because of the redness on the cheeks...... and the back as white as tofu.

"Bang!" The plate was smashed directly on the coffee table next to the couch, and Connie turned around and ran to the kitchen door, slamming the door.

When I leaned behind the door, I realized that something was wrong.

That's not right! She's a 12-year-old girl now, what's there to be shy about!

Think again.

What's more!

It's not like she hasn't seen a naked man, not to mention that this is still half-naked, what reads her heartbeat;!

But his hands still unconsciously covered his cheeks, feeling the slight heat, and his eyes were confused.

Dan Su ...... Bai Huahua's back dangled in Connie's eyes, like a huge piece of white tofu, which made her eyes glazed.

Woowoo...... Didn't you say that the great god is a holy white lotus, and what about the chest hair that foreigners say is good!? Oh no...... She only seems to have seen the back, and the crooked nuts should not have hair on the back...... But it seems that the arms of the great god are also clean......

Huh, what was she thinking!

Shaking his head to shake away the mess in his head, the door opened, and a curly face stretched out.

"Connie."

"Yes!" She admitted that during the military training back then, the standing posture was not so standard.

"Sue Sù Reistrade and let him go to the west subway at five o'clock in the afternoon, this time he will get the result he wants."

(v-v)……？

“！ Do you know who the culprit is, sir? "The great god solved the case so quickly, and also figured out the next place of the perpetrator's crime, it's not too tireless!

Connie's attention was suddenly diverted, and she forgot to blush.

"I don't know, but this is just ordinary reasoning, this is just one of the groups, but find this group, the rest, the group of little sheep will not be tortured." Sherlock shook his head with a look of pity in his expression.

Connie was amazed at her ability to read words and colors, with a pity for her...... How did she see this?

"Hmm!"

"Thank you for your hot pot."

The two spoke in unison.

Connie, who was about to turn around and go downstairs to inform Officer Lestrade, froze, what does this have to do with her hot pot?

"Anything else?" Sherlock still seems to have a lot of patience with Connie.

"Excuse me, does my hot pot have anything to do with your case?" This time, the little * silk finally not! Shame! Under! Ask!

Sherlock stood up straight, looked at Connie cautiously and sincerely asked, seemed to look at her with considerable interest, and did not hesitate to explain: "You bought a lot of hot pot ingredients, and the types are also very fresh, it looks like you should have bought them from the market, you didn't go to the supermarket, or convenience stores, but chose the most distant market, and according to the time you spent and your dress, you went on foot, and according to the water stains left on your shoes, it took at least an hour to walk......

Well, Connie nodded, this reasoning is still relatively normal, she can still understand.

"The freshness of pigeon eggs is high, but it's late winter, and birds don't lay eggs in winter, just like pigeons, and there's no place in London that keeps pigeons, except for ......," Sherlock looked at Connie meaningfully.

"Pigeon Square!" Connie's eyes lit up.

Pigeon Square, also called Trafalgarsquare.

Sherlock gave Connie's reaction a look with some satisfaction.

"So, those pigeons are the eggs laid by the pigeons in the square?" Will she save a sum of money by going to the square to pick up pigeon eggs in the future!?

Thinking about it like this, Connie felt that she had found a new way, and her thinking diverged, maybe there would be a ......

"Konecrane." Connie, who was distracted, was called back to her senses, looked at Sherlock's slightly displeased eyes, stiffened, and lowered her waist in embarrassment: "You go on." ”

=_=Well, she understands, and in the future, when Sherlock gets angry, she will call her by the wrong name ○| ̄|_=3

"The square is in the center of the city, very close to Buckingham Palace and Chinatown, and the market you go to is in both directions, so the fresh pigeon eggs are sold in the cheapest place, don't you see anything?"

"Ah......h

"Yes, if it's to make money, just put those pigeon eggs in a convenience store or supermarket and sell them, and make more money! They picked up the pigeon eggs and sent them to the farthest market to sell them at the cheapest price, isn't that ...... "stupid......

She didn't dare to say the last three words in view of the presence of the great god.

"You seem to be interested in picking up pigeon eggs?" Sherlock put his hands in his bags and looked like ...... A little disdainful?

Connie was silent, not knowing what was wrong with her: "Didn't you say that Mr. Sherlock?" ”

"When did I say that the pigeon eggs were picked up?" He raised an eyebrow and looked down at the stupid mortal from a god's perspective.

…… (┬＿┬)↘……

Connie bowed her head, frustrated.

As if very satisfied with her attitude of humbly admitting her mistakes and being taught, Sherlock finally opened her golden mouth again: "Forget it, for the sake of your brain is not yet fully developed, I can give you some hints-pigeons-breeding-location." ”

Sherlock entered the door and drank his coffee on Jiro's legs, looking at Connie as if waiting for her to answer.

This kind of illusion that the teacher answers the questions by name during class, and if you can't answer, you have to be punished for standing......

No, no, no, it's not an illusion.

Awkward, extremely quiet, Connie thought a little.

Where did the pigeons in Pigeon Square come from?

That's right! Connie clapped her hands and thought of something: "Pigeons are bred in other places, and pigeons are not easy to lay eggs outdoors, but if they are in a constant temperature indoors, then they will lay eggs, and the place where pigeons are bred is relatively close to the market, so when there are extra pigeon eggs, the owner will take them over there to sell?" ”

Thinking about it this way, it finally makes sense, but it's just ......

"What does this have to do with the subway bombing......

"Connie, it's time for your brain to use while you're young, and as much as I like your quiet mind when you never think, it's a very bad prospect for you personally." Sherlock turned to a very regretful tone, teaching Child Connie.

(ノへ ̄、) She is being crushed all the time, and sure enough, she blushed just now! Just roll downstairs!