John's voice of surprise rang out in the doorway.

Connie saw that his hair was messy, his clothes were untidy, and his hands were pinching his neck.

It looks like it's tiring.

Connie: "......"

Sherlock: "zzz......"

John: "??? ”

Connie then remembered that John had gone on a date with Sarah last night: "You stayed overnight at Sarah's house yesterday?" Her eyes were shining, as if John would jump for joy as soon as he said yes.

John paused and nodded a little shyly: "Sort of." ”

Sherlock suddenly scoffed, "If the couch counts." ”

John was momentarily embarrassed.

Connie looked at the two and laughed: "Sherlock, even if you are jealous, you have to bless your little friend to find a girlfriend, after all, this is a good thing." ”

Sherlock snorted and didn't speak.

Connie doesn't quite understand why Sherlock doesn't seem to like Sarah?

But John was there, and she couldn't ask directly.

But John, apparently, is not focused on these.

"What do you say? Jealous? John was dumbfounded by Connie's words, jealous of the word...... Is that how it is used?

Connie nodded knowingly, "yes, jealous." ”

John looked confused.

Connie laughed, "It's okay to eat your friend's vinegar, John, don't be so scared." ”

#担惊受怕#

John lost hope in Connie's wording, and looked back at Sherlock, who seemed to approve of it, and felt extremely tired.

Why is a girlfriend also shown affection?

How did Sherlock get this vice?

"But don't you go to work today? It's nine o'clock. Connie looked at the time.

John pressed his forehead: "Today, I'll take a shower first." ”

After taking a few steps outside, he stuck his head in again: "Is there anything to eat at home?" ”

Connie shook her head: "But Mrs. Hudson is making soup, otherwise I will have a bowl of noodles later, I haven't eaten it yet, and Sherlock probably hasn't eaten it either." ”

John nodded, "Mrs. Hudson?" Wow, I've never had her soup, you. ”

He waved his hand and went upstairs with a relaxed expression.

Connie smiled and turned her head, Sherlock still curled up on the couch.

"What are you doing on the couch, are you bored?" The case has just ended, and Sherlock is not boring, and he can usually last a few days before he can't bear the loneliness.

She walked over and suddenly remembered what she had come up for.

"Sherlock, thank you." She said to Sherlock's back, a little unaccustomed.

I saw him turn around, staring at her with a clear look in his eyes.

Connie was a little embarrassed, this serious sensational atmosphere.

So, she laughed dryly: "That's it...... You called Mom and Dad back...... And also...... Well, that's everything anyway, thank you. Halfway through the conversation, she felt that she was short of words, and she didn't know what to thank specifically, so she laughed a little embarrassed.

Sherlock still looked straight at her.

Connie coughed and got up, "Uh, do you want coffee?" I'm going to go soak it. ”

"No, you don't." He spoke.

"Hmm...... No? Connie paused for a moment, looking at Sherlock.

Don't want coffee?

"Okay/okay......" she stammered, "then I'll go down." ”

She turned and walked towards the door, ready to leave him plenty of personal time to be in a daze.

The wrist was grabbed, and the gaze flipped for a moment.

"Ahh Connie exclaimed in small exclamation, shook the top of her head, and felt that her whole body had fallen on the hard stone, and with a muffled grunt, she looked up to see a pair of flaxen-green pupils.

“……”

Time seems to stand still.

Connie lay on the couch, half of her body leaning against Sherlock, twisting a little unaccustomedly. His neck rested on Sherlock's arm, and one hand was still holding him, as if the whole person was embedded in his arms.

“…… Shylock? ”

He didn't speak, his eyes closed, his body still curled up slightly.

Connie glanced down, and then looked at the faint blue and black under his eyes, and all the inexplicability was put down.

With her left hand clasped behind her back, Connie was forced to turn to Sherlock's front, his curls fluttering slightly, his breathing shallow, but very regular.

Is this falling asleep?

Connie was speechless, softened, leaned into his arms, stared at him for a while, and her eyelids began to fight.

Oh, my God...... She's just woken up......

Connie muttered and slowly closed her eyes.

Between steady breaths, the breaths of the two slowly blended together, forming the same frequency.

By the time John came down from the shower, it had been twenty minutes later, ten minutes longer than usual, just to soothe the aches of his sleepy couch with hot water.

"Sherlock?" He walked through the wide open door and saw Sherlock lying there with his back to the door, as if asleep, motionless.

He didn't say anything, and he slowed down to check it, but before he could take two steps, he saw another color.

and another person.

I saw Connie and Sherlock holding hands, snuggling together, their bodies entangled, looking intimate and romantic.

John: "......" He just took a shower, what happened in this world?

Sighing plaintively, John exited the door and graciously closed the door.

"That's the difference. Sherlock Holmes, sleeping on the sofa can also have a beautiful woman who wants to accompany him. But with me, I can only nest alone on the small sofa. "Grief.

"Sherlock? Connie? "Mrs. Hudson, who was making breakfast downstairs, came up and called out

John was agitated and hurried down.

"Mrs. Hudson, did you make breakfast? Oh! It's so fragrant. He complimented, but he couldn't smell anything.

When Mrs. Hudson heard this, she laughed like a flower.

"Oh, you're so sweet, kid...... I cooked porridge, and sandwiches, and soup, you can try it. She smiled and hugged John, and was about to go upstairs.

John couldn't stop it, so he could only cover his eyes and wait for this mother's outburst later.

However, what he was waiting for was not Mrs. Hudson's screams, but the sound of a loud explosion, and Mrs. Hudson, who was staggered and fell down before she could reach the second floor.

"Oh my God, Mrs. Hudson!" John screamed and was about to rush forward, but Henry was clearly better able to catch Mrs. Hudson, and a steady princess took care of everything.

"Oh, dear, thank you." Mrs. Hudson kissed Henry.

Henry smiled kindly: "It's nothing, this is what I should do." The words fell, and a soft kiss fell on Mrs. Hudson's forehead.

John: "......"

#他要离开这个是非之地! ＃

"Anyway...... Didn't anyone pay attention to the explosion? ”

When the two of them heard this, they rushed upstairs, and at this time the room was in a mess, there were many broken stones, and the windows were broken, and it was a large pit on the opposite side.

At this point, Sherlock and Connie were standing together, his exposed skin seemingly slightly injured by the blast.

John: "Sherlock, are you alright?" ”

Mrs. Hudson had already rushed up and hugged Connie.

Connie shook her head, "I'm fine, it's Sherlock, because I was hit by a rock to protect me." ”

She looked out the window at the two floors that had been blown away, and suddenly felt a little familiar, but she couldn't remember where it came from.

He frowned and meditated, but was gently patted on the head by Sherlock.

Connie: "?? ”

"Go down and have breakfast." He said lightly, there was not much excitement in his expression, but there was a kind of unhappiness.

Connie nodded blankly, looking at Sherlock's face, not asking anything, always feeling that it was not a good thing to ask at this time.

Connie obediently went downstairs.

The couple who love their daughter naturally followed, and the family of three was happy.

Leaving Sherlock staring at the window in deep thought, and John with a dull face.

After the explosion, it was a sentence of "Go down for breakfast?" ”

What's wrong with the world?

Connie quickly finished a bowl of porridge, and then came up with a medicine box and porridge.

Sherlock took a shower, just wrapped around a bath towel, Connie wanted to be shy, but when she saw the wound on her back, her face suddenly changed.

John was still pondering the house opposite.

"The police are coming." Standing by the window, John spoke.

Connie sat down on the couch with the porridge in her hand, waved at Sherlock, motioned for him to come over, and when he was seated, she took the porridge and put it in his hand, while rubbing the medicine and bandaging his wounds.

Thankfully, there were no serious injuries.

Connie finished wiping the medicine, and the slightly larger wound was covered with a bandage, and the smaller wound was healed with Bundy.

Looking back at Sherlock, he drank the porridge without a sip: "Isn't it delicious?" ”

"Hmm." He nodded, his face expressionless, but there was obvious disgust in his eyes.

Connie smiled, "I did it. ”

Sherlock paused and shook his head, "Lying." ”

Connie: "...... Well, she's forgotten about this one's strengths.

John couldn't listen anymore.

"By the way, do you all care about the explosion?"

Connie looked back at him with a smile: "John hasn't eaten breakfast yet, there's a lot more downstairs, go eat quickly, you can't be hungry in the morning." ”

John: "......"

His stomach crowed, and he touched his head: "Well, breakfast is still very important." ”

John went downstairs, and in a few moments there was a tapping sound, and Connie took the medicine box, just in time to see Lestrade coming down the stairs, and his face was full of anxiety.

When he saw Connie, he was visibly stunned.

"You're all alright."

Connie nodded, "It's fine." Sherlock was slightly injured. ”

Sherlock sat on the couch with a bath towel around and looked at Lestrade impatiently: "What are you looking for me?" 166 Reading Network