It was a rich and hard day.

However, Connie still has a busy evening.

Sherlock, who came back in the middle of the night, brought back a small gun, which provoked Connie to think that Mr. Sherlock had done something earth-shattering that day, and later remembered that it seemed that the BBC did have a hobby - shooting holes in the wall when he was bored.

…… Well, genius is always special.

"Connie, I'm very apprehensive by your unflattering humiliation. But your pajamas are a little worn, and the bacteria on them have grown to at least sixty percent ......" Seeing Connie recover in an instant, and Hudson began to shout, Sherlock felt that it was a mistake not to take this annoying old lady into account when choosing this apartment. He casually complimented Connie and went back to his room.

Connie, who was praised on the spot, was left behind, with a star in her eyes.

Although I know that it is just a casual boast, but Mama, it is Sherlock Holmes! Even if it's a casual boast, it's a ...... You can count two slaps at most...... And it's such a normal compliment without irony!

"Oh my God, it's ...... to need guns on this Baker Street," said Mrs. Hudson, still chirping, and Connie smiled a little silly, and walked into the room with the sixty percent germ pajamas she had just put away.

Bacteria or something......

Whatever......

The next morning, almost as soon as it was dawn, Connie got up, not because he got up early, but because Mr. Holmes seemed to be unhappy again, and before dawn he took the □□ and made holes in the floor—oh, why do you think she knew that the gentleman was making holes in the floor and not in the wall?

That's because- he hit her ceiling!

Fortunately, the quality of the apartment in 221B is excellent, and Mrs. Hudson has put a lot of effort into the decoration at the beginning, otherwise I am afraid that she would have been pierced by a bullet before she woke up.

But still, she was tormented by the "bang-bang" sound, and under the endless obstruction of the soundproof panel, she finally got out of bed and walked out of the room at dawn.

“…… Mr. Holmes. She looked numbly at someone wrapped in sheets, standing barefoot at the top of the stairs. Seeing her open the door and come out, a smirk appeared on her face that anyone with a discerning eye could see and call it contrived.

It's a pity that that little tiger tooth is too much of a bonus for him, even if it's a fake smile, people can't help but feel cute.

"How can I help you? Mr. Holmes. She sighed helplessly, and half of her anger was taken away by the big white tooth smile, and the remaining half was suppressed by herself.

"A cup of coffee, two pieces of sugar. Thank you. Then he wrapped himself in a sheet and went back to his room barefoot.

Connie looked through the window at the uninhabited streets, and there seemed to be a puff of green smoke coming out of her head.

Punched countless holes in her roof early in the morning, just to wake her up and make a cup of coffee!?

(ノ'Д)ノ She wants to look up to the sky now and let out a long howl! Don't stop her!

But thinking is just thinking.

Connie's child finally obediently made coffee and sent it to the second floor, and she expressed no interest in Sherlock's body still wrapped in a scarf.

"Mr. Holmes, your coffee." She put down her coffee cup and took the tray to exit the room.

"Connie."

"Yes?"

"What time is it?"

“…… Number eight reads;. July 8th. Thinking about the time she had just seen when she picked up her phone, she replied.

"And what about yesterday."

“…… what？ "Today is the eighth, I don't know what day it was yesterday? Oh God, this gentleman can't be playing with her.

His flaxy green eyes passed with an indifferent gaze, and Connie instantly felt her scalp tingle: "Yesterday was July 7, 2005, sir." ”

Retracting her gaze, Connie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did you read yesterday's bombing news?" He asked again.

Ouch hey, what day is today, the cold male god Sherlock even asked these nonsense...... "No, sir, today's newspaper is not yet ready to be sent." Looking at the faintly bright sky, she replied with an unpredictable expression.

Look at the ghost, she's still in bed!

So what the hell is this *oss calling her for!?

Also, she clearly saw a flash of satisfaction in the gentleman's eyes.

Satisfied!? What the hell is that? Who's going to explain it to her!

Weak face......

"What does Connie think of the number 7?"

Connie: Convex. Whether it's dead or alive, you can solve it in one fell swoop.

"Connie." This polite and sincere smile......

"7 is a sacred number, in the ...... The East has a mystical color, while the West calls it the number of gods. After thinking about it, she seemed to have read some scripts recently, and there were some references to numbers, such as 3, 4, 7, etc., and she said it by what she saw in her impression.

"Oh?" Sherlock's eyes lit up, and he seemed very interested. He shifted his posture to Connie, indicating that he was interested in continuing to listen, and slightly raised his chin to let her continue.

Connie, on the other hand, magically understood the meaning in seconds.

“…… The number 7 is in awe of many nations, not only because of its mystery and sacredness, but also because of its magical powers. Especially in Western Asia, 7 is a symbol of the cosmic and spiritual order, as it is the conjunction of the numbers 3 and 4...... There are 7 days in a week, the Big Dipper has 7 stars, the rainbow has 7 eyes, the scale has 7 notes, the human body has 7 chakras, and Buddhism has 7 wisdom pillars...... Wait, in short, 7 represents the exploration and excavation of most of the unknowns and truths......" Balabala memorized what was written in the book he saw to Sherlock, looking at his inexplicably deepened eyes and felt a little surprised.

But seeing that he was thinking again, she didn't say much, and took advantage of this opportunity to go out with the tray in her arms.

Oh my God, it's a real headache to be asked some weird questions if you don't leave.

Downstairs, Connie went straight back to the bed, ready to make up for it.

Fortunately, this time Mr. Holmes did not hold a gun to give her a practical procedure to test the ceiling, otherwise she was afraid that one day Mr. Holmes would be walking in his room...... It fell into her room.