In the winter of 2005, he was brought back to London by a McCroft bet.

His master's and doctor's degree was coming to an end in five months, and in fact he had submitted his graduation thesis to his professor three months earlier, and he was clearly satisfied.

He also had his own time to study his deductive reasoning.

So he returned to London, partly for this realization.

He needed a new, unfamiliar environment.

221b, which was the apartment that McCroft arranged for him to live in.

He had read all the information before he moved in, Hudson's, and his adopted daughter Connie's.

This was another gift from Mycroft to him - his statement.

And indeed, the girl caught his attention.

Connie, 12 years old, appeared on the streets of London a year ago in the winter and was soon adopted by Mrs. Hudson.

That's all the information available to the British government.

This oriental girl, of unknown origin, and I don't know how she came to London, has stumbling English and a timid character.

It's like a hamster, and it can cry when it's blowing.

With his only friend, he knocked on the door.

Then he saw an indescribable pair of eyes.

At least at that moment, he felt that this girl's existence seemed extremely irregular.

"Excuse me, is it Mr. Tenant who came to see the house?" The small crisp sound, with a touch of sweetness, is like a throat candy eaten in summer, which melts in the mouth as soon as it enters the mouth, with a strong fragrance and refreshing sweetness.

There seemed to be a lot of emotion on that little face, but it was very obvious.

Moreover, she seemed to be a little afraid of him.

――Although everyone around me has been like this for a long time, there has never been a person who showed a scared look when they met for the first time.

It's a hamster-like girl.

Walking into the apartment, the fresh mint aroma filled the room, and at first sight, I knew that she had spent a lot of time cleaning, and there was still the smell of detergent on her clothes, and her little hands were red and swollen, and she looked a little tired, but she smiled kindly.

It's like docking with those useless hawkers.

But such a smile is not annoying.

He was starting to get happy with it.

After settling on the house, he was in a good mood.

Before leaving, he somehow first said his name - this meaningless self-introduction.

She looked dumbfounded.

Seems to know him—Sherlock Holmes, to be exact.

But she obviously didn't know Sherlock Holmes, only Sherlock Holmes.

But she didn't know him, they didn't know each other.

This expression, as if the sky had fallen, made him completely see it.

She thought she was gone, but he watched all her reactions.

When she turned back to the kitchen to make tea, she even poured hot water on the floor.

According to the information, she is a serious and careful girl.

Just as he had sensed when he had been with her.

This is indeed a careful and considerate person, very serious and patient, and even has a steadiness that ordinary children do not have.

Maybe she's just like Mycroft said, she really has some secrets.

And this secret, he can't see through, and neither can Mycroft.

But he thought the 12-year-old would bring a lot of fun to his London life.

A qiē is very much to his liking.

The day after I moved in, there was an explosion in London.

Connie is quiet, she never bothers herself and doesn't do any unnecessary thinking.

She makes good coffee.

He likes to have hot coffee at all times.

This girl has merit over the average person.

Not like the flock of weak sheep in Scotland Yard.

Of the group of police officers known because of the subway bombing, there was probably only one Lestrade who was slightly better.

It's stupid, but it's self-aware.

And the coroner of Hoh Xili, who is a little smarter than the average person.

In the middle of the night, he was bored.

Then Connie woke up.

In fact, he was just going downstairs to hang out, and she walked out the door wrapped in a quilt, still sleepy with her brow and eyes.

A sleepy hamster.

Thinking of the symbols at the scene of the explosion, he said it in a ghostly way.

I always feel that she will give herself a surprise.

It turns out that he never goes wrong.

This hamster was in good luck.

Some people live by luck and ignorance, but she still has modesty...... Not bad either.

Of the many fragments, he was missing only one, and this one happened to be filled by her.

Who's to say it's not luck.

Maybe they'll be a good fit.

Age is never a matter for him to consider, this Miss Hamster may be qualified to be his assistant and train ...... Ten years from now, he believes that Connie will get along very well.

With so many unsolved mysteries, she seems to be the best candidate for the time being.

So, observing her became his daily routine.

After all, she is the one who will become his assistant in the future - who says it is not, he needs to tap into more of her strengths and potential.

Her knife skills are good, a 12-year-old woman, better than some helpers in Chinese restaurants.

"Your knife skills are good."

"Thank you." She was clearly happy.

"Maybe you can cut some of the cerebral cortex for me."

Her expression pleased him, even though she declined his invitation.

Of course, she must not have known that this was inviting her to be her assistant, and inexperienced people always need a certain amount of practice.

Good knife work has nothing to do with cutting brain slices, but she somehow connects the two so closely.

Her thinking, it's really interesting. He thought.

He stood at the top of the stairs and watched as she took mashed potatoes out of the oven and stuffed them into her mouth.

That stupid look made him frown.

But...... Good cooking, maybe another advantage?

Having made up his mind to train his spare tire assistant, he gave her access to his phone and computer.

No one has ever had such a privilege, and she should feel lucky and honored.

But she became emboldened and dared to hand him a chocolate bar.

This sweet and greasy thing.

He still loves her coffee.

Waking up in the morning and smelling gunpowder, he texted.

Then the house exploded.

The SCP-222 explosion was right next door, and Connie's room was breached.

Her luck is really good.

I don't know what kind of face she'll see when she returns.

Also, he wants to drink coffee.

The noisy sheep irritated him, and he sat down on the couch and began to start.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and she finally returned.

His coffee.

"A cup of coffee, two pieces of sugar, thank you." Mrs. Hudson's coffee is hard to look at.

Stupid enough to add salt to coffee, no wonder Connie cooks so well.

Seeing the dilapidated house, her reaction was not so pleasant to him.

She seemed to take it for granted and didn't feel too much of a loss, except for the unacceptability at first.

Psychogenic zhì is very good. See, the explosion is also beneficial, and he has unearthed one of her great virtues.

He was very happy with that meal.

And not just because of her craft - although he didn't like it a lot of people sitting together for dinner.

Too noisy environment to disturb her thinking.

But seeing that she was lucky enough to make up for the piece he was missing with a pound of pigeon eggs, he didn't care.

Who called him smart enough to annihilate these mortals.

Mycroft is coming.

"Don't forget the purpose I made you here." This brother who is about to go bald is still so annoying.

The purpose of coming here.

Oh, yes.

It's been half a month.

He had never worked on a case for so long.

A puzzle, he was in a hurry to solve it, but he didn't expect Connie's case, his patience was especially much.

He has always been an impatient man.

"You don't have to worry about my business."

As a result, he did not expose his true nature under a plate of meat.

This stupid brother.

No coffee, no joy.

Everyone is drinking flower tea.

Daisy? Shame on Mycroft.

He didn't like rose tea, which reminded him of that stupid sheep from Lestrade.

"I want tea." It's better to add sugar without coffee, it's better than salt.

For some reason, Connie laughed happily again.

It was the first time she had smiled so unscrupulously that her face was crooked.

Is it so funny?

He found another problem with her—the mystery of the joke—maybe she was different from the others?

Yes, how can the people he picks be the same as those who are stupid?

She and he are different from them.

This realization made him feel new and excited.