"I'm so sorry...... Because I didn't have time to book a hotel, I could only disturb ......" At night, Richard's face did not change and his heart did not beat, and his expression of secret joy could not be concealed.

Beckett and Alex on the side obviously felt a little embarrassed.

Connie pulled Alex and grinned: "It's okay, it's Christmas, how lonely it is to live in a hotel, my bed is very big, Alex can come with me if you don't mind, there is still a room at home, as long as the bed is made, you can rest, it's because there is only one bed, so you may have to wronged Detective Beck and Mr. Richard......" Connie dared to assure, when she said a bed, Richard's eyes lit up.

"Oh no, no, no, as long as there's a place to rest, thank you so much, lovely Connie." His eyes were full of snickering joy.

Connie seemed to see Beckett's hand wringing Richard's back hard behind his back.

Hiss...... It must have hurt......

The bed that came out was in the room where Sherlock lived on the second floor, there was only one bed in that room, and there was nothing else.

However, Alex was able to live in 221B, which was a pleasant surprise to Connie, although it was a bit unexpected...... However, two girls sleep together and chat until midnight, it's just brittle!

Sherlock swept Connie's visibly happy face, but he didn't refuse.

It's just that Lestrade said: He is alone, and he is really lonely.

Connie had a slight conscience, and under Lestrade's constant gaze, she made some supper for him to take away, and then turned around and happily pulled Alex back to her room.

Lestrade looked at the espresso in his hand, Connie was asking him to stay up all night to investigate the case?

A few adults opened a table upstairs and played cards, and Connie, seeing that Mrs. Hudson was there, took Alex back to her room to play.

I have to say that the two little girls are quite topical.

Alex was obviously still interested in the topic of the "samurai dream" from before, and she seemed to have a crush on Connie, and when the two good girls took a shower and changed into pajamas and nestled under the covers, Alex came out with a small box.

Connie was on the verge of tears.

"This is for me?" She looked at the box in surprise, and her heart was full of joy.

Alex nodded: "yes, I don't know what you like, but dad said that there will be new friends when I come to London this time, so I'll go...... Ah, there should be a surprise in the gift! Alex suddenly stopped.

Connie laughed, "Well, let's wait until tomorrow morning to dismantle it!" I have a gift for you too. Alex's eyes lit up when he heard Connie say this, and the two laughed tacitly, lay on the bed with their heads on their heads, and began to talk ramblingly.

"Is Connie interested?"

"Hmm...... In addition to food, reading should be counted as one, and if you go to school in the future...... I want to learn boxing and horseback riding. She thought about British education and came up with the two things she wanted to learn the most.

Alex was a little surprised, looking at her white and tender appearance, although she was about the same age as herself, she looked like a little doll, if it weren't for her unexpected maturity, she would still be a little like herself...... However, when she thought of her dream of being a samurai, she was at ease again.

"I used to like swordsmen, you know, it's the kind ......of ancient Chinese that can ride a horse with a sword, and you can break through the rivers and lakes," she described the pride of the chivalrous swordsmen in the book, one by one, which made Alex also excited.

"It's a pity...... When I grew up, I realized this kind of dream, and there was no possibility of realizing it at all...... But does everyone have a dream in their hearts...... Fortunately, she also had other dreams later...... "Counting, she has really had a lot of dreams......

Alex smiled: "Yes, I used to want to be an astronaut, but then I had more dreams, and I don't know what my future job will be......"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Connie took out the treasure chest box under her bed and shared it with her new friends, which contained the handmade zuò items she usually made in her free time.

The two little girls talked about hobbies and hobbies to their favorite celebrity authors to their future life plans, and when they finally moved on to the topic of the person their boyfriend liked and their crush, a rhythmic bullet sounded overhead.

The walls were trembling - the new walls were not so spicy that the sound of the bullets was much heavier than before, but Sherlock no longer fired bullets at the floor.

Moreover, he has developed his own communication methods.

Three fast and one full, four bullets, means - I'm thirsty, as for drinking?

A cup of coffee, two pieces of sugar, the whole world knows it!

Alex was visibly taken aback: "What's wrong!?" ”

Connie patted her on the shoulder soothingly: "Don't be afraid, this is Sherlock's signal, he is going to drink coffee......" Christmas Eve also disturbed her and the cute girl's paper brush friendship.

She picked up her phone, which was set to silent, and sure enough, there was a text message on it.

Shylock! Bad review!

Connie put on her slippers quietly, and before she could get up, the door slammed open.

The two little girls stared blankly at the figure of Richard galloping towards them.

“dad？”

"Oh, good thing, you're okay."

Alex patted him and said it was okay.

"What's going on? I heard gunshots in the toilet. ”

"I'm sorry, that's Mr. Sherlock, and he occasionally punches holes in the wall with his gun, which helps him think...... I'm sorry to scare you. Connie apologized to Richard.

Also, she really couldn't tell how they used their house bullets to convey their message—especially since she had painstakingly figured out that Sherlock didn't have a strict bullet pattern.

Three fast and one slow are coffee, and four are upstairs. She was so that her ears were calloused.

Richard came back to his senses and was stunned for a moment: "Oh, I see. Hehe......"

Beckett followed her downstairs, and she was so frightened that she watched Sherlock take out her gun and shoot it at the wall, thinking that there was some accident, so she pulled out her gun as well.

As a result, she heard Richard running downstairs screaming Alex, and she thought something had happened to Alex, but she ......

She pulled Richard away with some embarrassment: "Okay, it's okay, don't stay in the room so rudely." ”

Connie put on her coat, Alex put on her newly bought coat, and the two of them left the room.

"Sir, I'm scared, it just so happens that Sherlock wants coffee, what do you want to drink? There is a good juice at home, as well as flower tea, which is very good. ”

"Coffee? Sherlock? Okay, I'll have a cup of this too~" Explaining the misunderstanding, Richard turned back into the man who hung up.

“castle。” Beckett suddenly spoke with a blank face.

"What's wrong, dear?"

"I think you just went to the bathroom......

"Hmm......" a delicate face.

"So ......"

"What?" Alex suddenly felt a bad feeling......

"Oh!" Richard suddenly covered his mouth in surprise, and under Beckett's unbearable expression, he removed his hand with a blue face, and said tremblingly: "I seem to be ...... Haven't washed your hands yet......"

Alex's little face, who had just been hugged by a bear, stiffened: "Dad!" ”

"Hey...... I'm sorry......" Xiong Han laughed stupidly, and the big man fled away.

Connie patted her comfortingly: "It's okay~"

Alex grimaced: "If it's really okay, why are you so far away from me?" ”

"Where...... How can it be......" Connie took a small step closer, but was instantly reciprocated by Alex, who pounced on her.

The little face was distorted for a moment, but it was mixed with a faint happiness.

Tut...... What a feeling of pain and happiness......

The two girls grinned and carried the tray up to the second floor, in addition to coffee, and some small snacks made by Connie, and the few of them began a new round of fighting, for Sherlock, who could guess what the front side was by counting cards and even from the back, it was just a one-sided slaughter......

"Oh, what a good coffee." Richard took a breath of enjoyment.

Everyone was holding coffee, Alex and Connie were sitting on the sofa eating milk tea and mille-feuille, and the two said: I still like sweets......

There was a mess on the sofa, and Connie cleaned it up, but accidentally stepped on a mobile phone under her feet, and when she picked it up, a message had just been sent.

"Thank you for the refreshment, it was delicious." Hair?

She looked at the crowd and asked, "Whose phone is this?" Fell to the ground? ”

The crowd stopped, and Richard took the opportunity to sneak a glance at Sherlock's cards, and then snickered.

"Lestrade's." Sherlock glanced at the answer.

The crowd continued.

The corners of Connie's mouth twitched, thinking about the text message, hesitated for a moment, and pretended to slip her hand...... Lord, forgive her for her curiosity......

The Letter, Sherlock Holmes.

Connie glanced at Sherlock in confusion, then turned off her phone, and after a moment, her eyes glazed over.

I'll it, my sister's YY won't come true, right?

In the middle of the night or Christmas Eve, Lestrade actually went to see Mycroft with a snack?

Oh Mo Oh Mo Oh Mo ......

"What's wrong? Connie. Sherlock asked, without looking back.

Connie's face was flat: "It's nothing." "Say yes, but she really doesn't think Reestrade will be with Mycroft, the two Sherlock Holmes brothers are extremely smart, Sherlock is not interested in the emotional side, the one in the CIA...... No, no, she still doesn't speculate, just quietly make a favorite Lu paper......

Back on his back, Alex was already starting to work on the second block.

She immediately put this matter behind her: "Let's eat mango and red bean flavors today, there are durian and matcha flavors in the refrigerator, what flavor does Alex like?" Chocolate? Okay, we can do it together tomorrow, how long are you going to be in London......"

The cold air that flashed in someone's eyes behind him was all transferred.

"Smack".

"Haha, I won, Xiao Wang!"

After a while, the slender hands flipped the cards over, and several people were stunned by the same cards.

"You've lost." Sherlock spoke, the cards in his hand were like Richard's peeks, the first four cards were definitely bad, but with the addition of the last one, it was not necessarily.

“what！” Richard cried out.

Connie leaned over to take a look and was shocked: "It's really an amazing example of a silk counterattack......" Sherlock played a thrilling game.

"Who's *Silk?"

“…… I. Connie said weakly to those turquoise eyes, and said weakly, with a flattering smile on her face holding the plate.

Sherlock glanced at the plate in her hand, took the spoon and put it in his mouth, "Not bad." ”

Connie looked at the non-moving dessert next to his hand: "......"

Mrs. Hudson glared at Sherlock fiercely, brought Connie's plate to Sherlock's side, and gave Sherlock's plate to Connie.

Hum! Want to take advantage of their baby daughter for indirect kissing? It's just no way!

However, Sherlock's cool gaze still made the old lady wince for a while.

Henry looked at the field, and it was difficult to explain the strange atmosphere, in his heart, Sherlock did have some "ambition".

But Connie didn't know that there were still guests, so family affairs should not be publicized......

The atmosphere stiffened a little.

Connie looked at the somewhat embarrassed atmosphere and said, "It's better to ...... A little bit of traditional Chinese culture? ”

"Oh? What is that? Henry asked with interest.

Mrs. Hudson clapped her hands: "Mahjong!" ”

“…… Yes. ”

In the end, the quintessence of China still saved the atmosphere of this almost defeat.

Connie finally noticed, too, that Sherlock seemed a little unhappy...... ...... like you're making a fuss?

When Alex finally fell asleep overwhelmed, it was already past the wee hours of the morning.

Richard and Beckett seem to be interested in the new game, as are Mrs. Hudson and Henry.

Sherlock stroked himself a few times and then stepped back with little interest.

Connie watched him hide in his room for a long time, but knocked on his door with determination.

"Knock knock knock".

There was no sound.

"Sherlock?" Did you sleep?

Connie hesitated for a moment, then turned and took two steps.

"Come in." A sober voice rang inside the door.

The door was opened.

Connie stood still, turned around, and saw him in a bathrobe, with water dripping from his wet hair, and his eyes like fawn.

Suddenly, like a drop of water, it smashed into the sea, and the stone knocked on the wooden door.

Bang, bang, bang.

What's knocking on the door?