For Sherlock, perfection is the norm.

However, occasionally, small probability events can occur.

For example, when Sherlock finally solves the mystery that seems to outsiders to be related to miracles, and is stumped on a small detail.

Why did the group, Lestrade and his accomplices, capture Connie? Take Connie?

Why did Lestrade let her go so lightly?

Why did he deliberately send someone to watch her in the hospital?

#身体检查的由来#

Connie didn't know that this miraculous qiē was almost solved by Sherlock, but she was glad that she didn't have a gastroscopy, otherwise Sherlock's personality would not have given her a general anesthetic.

When I got home, I started to make double skin milk to "pay off debts".

#小店开张一天就被人绑架也是心塞塞的#

But she was not spared, as Sherlock demanded that she repeat what had happened to her from the beginning.

#真是破天荒头一遭#

#说吧骚年你是不是觊觎姐的双皮奶!? #

#但是她还是乖乖地又说了一遍#

Taking a sip of the cold water, Connie coughed twice.

"This case must be complicated......

He looked over, and there was a dark wave in his eyes: "I have already untied it." "Mystery.

But...... This damn detail.

Sherlock felt slightly annoyed.

Displeasure floated to his eyes, like water droplets splashed in a pan of oil, and the lid of the pot was closed.

The real yàn that I did today is normal.

Shi Yàn showed that there was nothing wrong with her in the slightest.

It couldn't be more normal.

But that didn't match his guesses.

For the first time, the Palace of Thinking has something called Dead End.

Closing the small room, he stood in the luxurious wide hallway and saw Connie's innocent, dazed face.

Connie Hudson.

The tip of his tongue read the name, as if thousands of white papers were falling from the top of the palace of thought, and each white paper was written with her name.

"Unraveled...... Unraveled! Connie exclaimed, looking at Sherlock in surprise.

Seeing that his face changed slightly, he seemed to be immersed in his own thinking world, and hurriedly took a cup and brewed some hot water and rubbed it to his side.

She was curious.

However, Connie didn't disturb Sherlock's thought process, but sat quietly to the side, and after watching more, she knew when Sherlock was thinking and when he was in a daze.

For a long time, his eyes looked down, and met her instinctive bright smile and ...... Flattering.

"Want to know?" God knows why he asked such a stupid and boring question.

But he remembered the kitten he had fed in the shabby alley the other day, and it seemed to be a little similar to the silly hamster in front of him.

Like a chick pecking rice, Connie nodded frequently.

Seeing Sherlock pick up the coffee cup, he immediately got some hot coffee in it, not too doggy.

"The crime started in São Paulo, but the male teacher was not the first body, there was another body missing, a woman around 30 years old, working in the service industry." As soon as Sherlock opened his mouth, he threw a bomb out.

Connie stared at him blankly, and a storm raged in her head: "So there are actually three dead people who died from the same killer?" "In addition to the poor teacher and his wife, there was also a woman.

Although she felt a little confused, Connie still kept up with the level of mass digestion.

Sherlock nodded: "Triangle relationship, so I deduce that the murderer has a relationship with the three of them, after all, there are traces of two women on that man's body and two men's traces on that woman's body." ”

Oh no, no, no.

Clever snatching.

"Are you saying that the substitute teacher in our class had an affair with the missing woman, and that missing woman had a relationship with both the teacher and the murderer?" Oh my God, in this terrible world, can such a person be a people's teacher!?

Suddenly, she reacted again: "No, that woman is not missing, so how did you deduce it?" ”

He paused: "Twitter and Facebook." ”

Connie: "......" has a sense of Douban.

So judging from the corpse of the male teacher, two women were judged...... Connie thinks it's too dirty, but she has to admire Sherlock's intelligence.

But then, the killer ......

"And what about Lestrade and the man? Could it be that the murderer who took me with Lace was the murderer? She asked, a little frightened.

"No, the two of them don't have that IQ yet, two stupid ......," he snorted. I didn't say any more.

Connie thought it was the so-called secret, so she didn't ask about it.

"The murderer ......"

"It should be said that the murderers, twins, female, in their early thirties. One is blonde and the other is brown. Sherlock took another sip of his coffee.

The six families who shared the secret back then.

A boring drama of the victim's comeback to take revenge.

The secret of Lestrade.

With the addition of the riddle, he felt that it was nothing more than that, but the puzzle in front of him made him a little unstoppable.

Connie didn't understand how Sherlock could reason anyway.

However: "Now that the murderer is known, is Lestrade arresting?" Will he get hurt? ”

Sherlock withdrew the gaze that had been on her: "Don't worry, the woman's body hasn't even started to be salvaged yet." It means the first woman to die.

"Huh?" Connie was dumbfounded.

"I haven't told them yet, I've solved the mystery." Naturally, because he has not yet solved the seemingly inconsequential puzzle in front of him, but it has the potential to affect the overall situation.

There was a deep meaning in his eyes.

Connie was stunned, looking at Sherlock's calm and relaxed appearance, she didn't know what he was thinking: "Why, if there is a clue, shouldn't the police be asked to arrest someone?" Do you still have to do your own physical work? "It doesn't feel like he's always styled.

After the decryption, he always handed over the finishing work to Lestrade, or ...... What does that secret have to do with it?

Remembering the last time Sherlock avoided answering, she consciously didn't ask.

It's just that I've listened to half of this riddle, and my heart is really itching.

Picking up a washed apple and taking a bite hard, Connie turned back depressedly: "I'm going to make double skin milk." ”

Sherlock looked at her from a rush of interest to a depressed face, and raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding her feelings, but he didn't think much about it, and in a blink of an eye, he fell into his own palace of thoughts.

The next day, Connie wakes up early and runs to school, attracting a warm hug from Spencer.

Carrying a full double skin of milk, she gave it to the person she set, which attracted more fanatical orders, and she felt happy and a little headache at the same time.

Remembering yesterday's question about the person who took her away, she forgot the question she wanted to ask the most.

#都是雷斯垂德的错#

As soon as the course was over, she couldn't wait to rush home.

In order to find out the progress of the case and encourage Lestrade to go undercover on the front line, she specially cooked a table of good dishes and sent a text message to ask Lestrade to come to 221B.

However, without Henry and Mrs. Hudson, the house was indeed much deserted, but Lestrade brought his wife, and Connie saw his lace wife for the first time outside of the wedding.

Her temperament is unexpectedly not as gentle as the last time Connie saw her, probably because of the change in makeup and clothing, and on weekdays, this young lady still looks quite strong.

#果然就是能把雷斯垂德吃得死死的#

Sylvia Langdon.

It's a retro sweet name, but it's actually the queen of Lestrade's heart, and it's not to be disobeyed

Seeing that Lestrade looked like he was serving Lafayette, Connie thought it was funny.

Why is it that whether at work or at home, there are only food and deflated people around?

Sylvia was quite pleased with Connie's cooking, but the woman seemed a little arrogant, and in addition to her better attitude towards Sherlock, she seemed to have a little disdain for both Connie and Lestrade.

Connie inexplicably felt a little strange, how could she feel like this.

Why do you want to marry him if you look down on Lestrade?

But Connie always felt that this way of getting along was a little different from the kind of husband and wife relationship who were happy with the family or the queen's loyal dog......

#一见钟情闪婚什么的就是略不靠谱啊#

complained a few words in her heart, but Connie didn't take it seriously, and still held the original politeness, but she was not as enthusiastic as she was at the beginning.

Lestrade was busy serving his wife, but he didn't pay attention to Connie, but Sherlock looked at Connie's attitude, and a hint of satisfaction suddenly flashed in his eyes.

This qiē is all in the dark.

However, after the meal, Connie was unable to ask about the progress of the case, which frustrated her a little, because Sylvia had been talking to Sherlock, and Connie had not even been able to get a chance to secretly ask Lestrade while the two were talking, and somehow, she would always be interrupted.

【Discouraged Face】

"Walk slowly." After packing up the dessert for the two to take home to taste, Connie walked over to the dishwasher with her apron and cleaned up.

The cold wind blowing through the open windows blew away the aroma of food in the room.

"You want to know how the case is going, why don't you ask me?" A voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Connie turned around, and Sherlock was standing on the stairs, slowly sipping his coffee.

The whole body exudes a pleasant atmosphere.

It's rare to see such a Sherlock.

Connie gave him a strange look, "I did forget to ask you yesterday about that strange man taking me...... But didn't you say it was a secret? Something about Lestrade...... I guess I might be able to ask him...... "Who knows if he's going to tell it all at once."

After all, that's Lestrade.

Connie squinted and smiled.

Sherlock's eyes narrowed, but the emotion he conveyed was completely different from Connie's.

"Secret." He spat out the word, and a hint of heat came out of his mouth.

"That's Reistrade's secret." Instead of him refusing to answer, so it was a secret.

Connie took it for granted: "I know, so it's understandable that you don't talk about it......"

The atmosphere became a little weird, but Connie didn't know it yet.

“…… You think I'm the kind of person who would help Lestrade keep some boring secret? "Besides, it wasn't a secret in his eyes.

“…… What do you mean、" the hand that brushed the dishes stopped.

"Huh...... That stupid sheep has enough intelligence to keep a secret? "This kind of tone that I know, you don't know I know......

Connie silently flushed the plate under the water.

She felt that the conversation that day had caused her to misunderstand a lot.

“excuseme”