Connie still doesn't reply to Erin's text messages, she throws her phone to Sherlock, and takes Sherlock's phone herself.

The constant female bells would ring from time to time.

Sherlock would always read letters, but never reply.

And John kept counting the number of messages.

The time flickered to Christmas Eve.

Mrs. Hudson and Henry finally returned to 221b, and they seemed to be living happily after being abducted by Sherlock's parents, and Mrs. Hudson was still ten pounds fat, much to Connie's surprise—you know, Mrs. Hudson never ate fat.

After dinner, everyone gathered in 221b, holding a glass of red wine and sipping it gently.

Sherlock stood in front of the window playing the violin, John and Henry chatted, and the snow drifted outside the window, covering the ground with a thick coat.

Connie looked out the window at the snow, a little distracted.

She hadn't seen her since she had last seen her at Erin's house, and hadn't heard from her for months.

And now this scene has awakened that specific memory in her mind.

Retracting her gaze, Connie swept her gaze to the mirror on the wall, looking at the red gift box tied with black rope, her eyes heavy.

She was silent, waiting for Sherlock to discover the box and its contents.

"Hello everyone." Jasmine came upstairs with a large number of presents, and Connie looked at her blankly, and when she saw that she was well-dressed, she regained her senses and smiled and stepped forward to take her gifts.

"Jasmine is dressed so beautifully today." Connie's compliment made Jasmine blush.

She looked at Sherlock with a slightly shy gaze, her bright red lips curled in a beautiful arc, and Sherlock's music finally came to an end.

"Merry Christmas!" Lestrade also braved the wind and snow to go upstairs.

Compared with Jasmine, he has obviously experienced a lot of vicissitudes, even if he and John are both single dogs, but John at least has Sherlock's troubles......

Jasmine took off her coat, and John whistled in an amazing exclamation, and Jasmine smiled very happily, and the compliment clearly made her very happy.

"Oh, thank you." She took the red wine that John handed over and took a sip of it, looking a little nervous.

Lestrade, who could only take the wine glass and pour a glass silently: "......"

"I'm so happy to be together this year, and it would be perfect if John and Lestrade could find another gentle female companion." Mrs. Hudson sat with Henry, rubbing her nose and sprinkling dog food as if no one was around.

Sherlock snorted with extreme disdain, suddenly walked up to Connie, lowered his head and rubbed her nose, straightened up and tilted his head: "This kind of action will make people adrenaline high?" ”

#这种带着探究精神的问题#

#真是让人不好回答呢#

John: "......"

He never dared to think that one day he would be loved by Sherlock like this... Oh, he seems to have been shown off months ago.

Lestrade: "......"

He never dared to think that one day he would be loved by Sherlock like this, and as a divorced middle-aged widower, he was deeply distressed.

Sherlock retracted, glanced at Connie's slightly stunned appearance, curled the corners of his mouth, sat down in front of John's computer, and began to flip through his blog, in a slightly good mood.

"John, the case you've been writing about lately isn't very popular." At a glance, he made up his mind.

John suddenly jumped up like a fried little squirrel: "You're talking nonsense, readers like me." ”

Sherlock glanced at him coldly, and he immediately changed his words: "I mean, my article." ”

Sherlock turned his head expressionlessly: "1895." It's not a good number, I remember it was the other day. ”

Connie glanced at Sherlock: "It's hard for you to remember the number of John's blog for a few days."

John's face froze, and a sense of frustration emerged: "Oh, this is really in the mood for Christmas!" ”

As he spoke, he took a big sip of a glass of red wine.

"And you put this picture too." Sherlock frowned, and Connie glanced at the screen, and Jasmine's compliments came from her, "Sherlock, you look good with this hat." ”

John happily replied, "yes, your fans are cute." ”

Connie turned her head and was lucky to see Lestrade's gaze quietly surveying Jasmine's figure.

Connie: "......"

"Express!" The courier screamed at the door, alarming everyone.

"Christmas Eve courier? So dedicated? ”

"Connie Hudson? You've got ten couriers from the United States! This sound frightened everyone's attention.

After knowing each other for so long, everyone knows Connie's strange physique and luck.

"Who's the sender?" Henry shouted through the window.

"Please read it, little brother."

Courier: "......"

He had no choice but to bow his head, if it wasn't for the rich pay, he would have left directly.

"Alexis by, happy......" The courier boy reads a few at random, and Connie rushes downstairs when she hears the first name.

Alex has a gift for her!

Connie's world seemed to be blown up in an instant.

"Henry, go and help!" Mrs. Hudson urged.

Huge gift boxes were carried upstairs one by one, filling the room at once.

Mrs. Hudson saw Connie's excited face, and suddenly remembered: "Although you have been in a coma for the past few years, Alex has never given up writing to you, she will still insist, and will send you letters every month, I keep them, remember...... It should be at Sherlock's? ”

When Connie heard this, her eyes immediately turned to Sherlock like stars.

Sherlock looked at her for a long time and whispered, "In the drawer in your room." ”

Connie suddenly ran like a cheerful bird to her boudoir.

The thick stack of letters made the corners of her eyes heat a little.

Connie went up to the second floor with the envelope on her face, and the moment she pushed the door open, she heard a familiar female □□.

She clutched the thick letter and froze in the doorway.

The people in the room seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they all fell silent.

"58." John snapped into words.

Lestrade: "What? ”

Connie looked up and saw Sherlock walking over to the mirror and taking down the red box, her eyes becoming serious for a moment.

She felt a little cold on the soles of her feet.

For a moment, he seemed to come back to his senses from the gift: "Excuse me." ”

He walked in and closed the door, and for a moment, the cold on the soles of Connie's feet seemed to reach the base of her thighs.

She walked up to the mirror and began to unpack her present.

Alex gave her a photo album, and over the years, the time she missed, Alex recorded it in photos and kept it for her.

She said: "We are friends for life, I never believed that you were gone, my time, I kept it all for you, although I couldn't accompany you through those five years, but in my five years, I have always had you." ”

Connie looked at the smiling owner in the photo, her friends, and her boyfriend, and tears flowed down in an instant.

John, who was standing on the side, was frightened: "Connie, what gift made you cry?" He looked sideways and saw the handwritten note, and after reading the words, he also fell silent, and his eyes overflowed with a faint envy.

"You have a good friend."

"yes, I have a very good friend." Connie wiped her tears, unable to tell whether her heart was sweet or sour.

Mrs. Hudson put her arm around her shoulder, and Connie looked up at herself in the mirror, gently wiping away tears.

On the desk, it was her mobile phone, and Sherlock took the box and dropped it here.

She was silent, looking at the phone for a long time, and finally reached out and took the phone.

Enter your password to open the Info field.

At the top of the list is an unfamiliar number.

58 messages.

She clicked in, flipping through the text messages one by one.

"Good morning, I like your funny hat."

"I'm in a bad mood today, let's have dinner together."

"You look sexy in "Brought to Law", let's have dinner together."

"I'm not hungry, let's have dinner together."

……

These text messages, all but the first one, were addressed to Sherlock.

And Sherlock never returned a text message, what does that mean?

Connie's hand clenched her phone, and she had to admit that she had never been so angry in her life as she was now.

She was like a doll, being teased and laughed at.

It was Erin Adler who started this game.

And the other person involved in the game is Sherlock Holmes.

She even doubted that this game was enough to plant dark seeds in her heart.

After a long time, her clenched fists gradually loosened, she threw her phone in front of the mirror, hugged the envelopes, and sat down on the sofa.

The room was so quiet that only the crackling of the firewood burned before Sherlock came out of the door.

"Jasmine, come with me to the police station." Sherlock had put on his coat.

He walked to the door, looked back at Connie, saw that she seemed to be reading a letter, pursed his lips, and turned down the stairs.

The silence has been spreading.

Connie looked at the envelope and read the letter word by word, but all the words seemed to fly away as soon as they came to her eyes, and she couldn't read a word.

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