You just do what you do best.

Do you cook?

Connie pondered and meditated, but did not come up with any tangible results.

After all, she can't take care of Penelope or live with her like a normal adult, and Penelope is not short of money......

Connie, who was meditating with a cup in her hand, suddenly understood.

Sherlock, perhaps, is giving care?

As a friend, or a stranger.

It sounded strange, but Connie thought she could do it.

The email on her phone, from Sherlock, contained a piece of information about Penelope, including her address and email address.

Perhaps, they can become pen pals who talk about everything.

Thinking about this sudden attention, Connie immediately added a [Stranger Friend] to her email account contacts, referring to Penelope.

Life is back to normal, Connie is still Bruce's favorite for dinner and afternoon tea, the main meal is strictly forbidden by Bruce to be pushed to the chef of the Sherlock Holmes family, Connie returns to her original peaceful and full life, but in addition to reading Sherlock's long list of books, she has an additional daily task, which is to write an email to Penelope every day.

After a week, she finally got a reply.

Connie talks about her life, her hobbies, and the desserts she makes, but she doesn't expose herself, because Penelope's email account looks like a zombie, so she is relieved to spit out, which in Penelope's opinion is a coincidence.

Although she was suspicious of Connie at first, and even hacked into Connie's computer, she didn't find anything wrong, but was captured by the sweet photos stored in Connie's computer.

So a week later, on a whim, she sent Connie an email back.

Connie only saw the email in the middle of the night, because she had received the news of the Hudsons' return to London early in the morning, and with Penelope's reply, it could be regarded as a double happiness.

But Mrs. Hudson and Henry did not look like they were going on a trip at all, but more like they were returning from the dust, but they were very good-looking.

A suspicious Connie asked, but didn't come to any conclusions, and went with them, but strangely, Henry actually let her live in Sherlock's house instead of going back to 221B.

And this doubt was answered the next day.

Or rather, it became a bigger doubt.

Because, Mr. Henry was taken away by Scotland Yard, and after being taken into custody, the trial was quickly held.

It was noon when Connie received the news, and Lestrade called Sherlock, who had just been informed that the two had arrived in London late last night, and had been detained early this morning, which was unexpected.

Connie immediately felt that something was wrong, and it must have something to do with the reason why the two of them didn't let her go back to 221B last night.

When she and Sherlock hurried to the courthouse, Connie was denied sight by the two.

"What does that mean?" Connie panicked.

"Don't worry, I'll go in and have a look." Sherlock patted her on the top of her head and walked in, where Connie waited alone in the hall, sitting in a chair in a daze.

"What are you doing sitting here?" At some point, a person was already sitting next to him, and the familiar voice made Connie look up, but she couldn't make any surprised expressions.

"Why are you here?" She raised her eyebrows and looked at those blue eyes, but there was no escape at this time.

Seem. She wasn't afraid of the person in front of her at all.

Such an expression fell in Moriarty's eyes, and it also made his eyes light up.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" I haven't seen him for a long time, and his Xiaokang Ni seems to have changed a lot?

Connie looked at his smiling eyes and said lightly, "Henry's business has something to do with you?" ”

She suddenly became a little irritable.

"Hmm...... I guess there is. He spoke, and saw Connie staring at him steadily.

"Well, I ran into them when I was traveling in Europe, and I helped them out, you know, your stepfather is not an ordinary person." He relented, and Connie paused.

"What do you mean? Didn't they travel to Europe? "Connie had a bad feeling.

Moriarty chuckled, and Connie seemed to hear a hint of sarcasm in that smile.

"You're worried?" He didn't answer Connie's question, but asked rhetorically.

Connie nodded, "Of course." ”

She thought about it, when the two of them left, it was indeed a little hurried, and now she thought about it, and suddenly, she said with some uneasiness: "Could this matter be the same as Henry's before... Relate? But he's not the same person he used to be! ”

Moriarty looked at her with some excitement, reached out and rubbed the top of her hair: "After stepping into the mud, no matter how you wash it, there will always be traces on your body." ”

Connie looked up at him, and seemed to see a heaviness in her breezy eyes, and suddenly felt that it was an illusion.

"Thank you." After a long time, she came up with a sentence.

Moriarty was stunned for a long time, and suddenly chuckled in a good mood.

Once upon a time, they could get along so harmoniously? Connie seems to have changed a lot.

"You're welcome, my girl." He took the back of Connie's hand and printed a soft kiss with a smile in his eyes.

It seems that a lot of things really happened during his absence.

There was a hint of evil in the innocent blue, and there was a hint of imperativeness in Connie's gaze.

No, it should be said, he was always bound to win.

A figure walked out of the corner, his blue pupils met the indifferent flaxen eyes, it seemed that he hadn't seen him for a long time, and his old friend had changed a lot, and with a wicked smile, he got up and stepped into another corner.

Connie, who was sitting in place, didn't realize that there had been a change of person around her.

"What are you doing here?" A cold greeting came from overhead. Connie looked up. I saw Sherlock standing in front of me.

When I turned around, there was no more Moriarty next to me.

She sighed, "What about Henry? How is he? ”

Sherlock's eyes flashed, looking at her hand, obviously showing a hint of displeasure, and this suddenly low atmosphere made Connie nervous: "What's wrong?" Is it very strict? ”

After a long time, Sherlock spoke: "No, he's fine. However, you may have to go to prison. ”

Connie looked at him in shock and gasped.

"It's the best way to protect him, and prison is the safest place."

Sherlock's words confirmed Connie's suspicions. Henry was really entangled by the people who had gone before, and it seemed that the situation was still very serious.

So Moriarty would show up here and say he was in Europe...... "This thing has something to do with Moriarty?" She asked, a little annoyed.

Sherlock was stunned, as if he didn't expect her to ask.

Still, he shook his head.

"Moriarty's appearance on the Italian side is related to the high-level forces over there, and as for the Hudsons, it should be an accident. He happened to help both of them. ”

Connie fell silent, remembering Moriarty's words just now, and feeling a little bad.

"So what now, just let Henry go to jail? How long do you want to stay? She couldn't imagine what kind of circumstances would make people say that the prison was safer.

Sherlock looked at her and sat down beside her.

"It's not enough, the evidence is not enough to convict and put Henry in jail."

Connie looked up at him. My heart jumped. I always felt that he was going to say something shocking next.

“… So I'll help Mrs. Hudson convict Henry. "Not just to protect Henry, but also to protect the people around him.

Especially the person in front of you.

Connie looked at Sherlock in horror.

"You're saying you're going to fabricate incriminating evidence to send Henry to prison?"

Sherlock didn't speak, but his attitude was clear.

Connie stared blankly at the glowing marble floor, with mixed feelings: "...... So what did Mrs. Hudson say? ”

She agreed.