The week that followed on December 12, 2005 was the most idleness of Connie's days since she arrived in London.

In addition to eating and sleeping every day, occasionally going upstairs and downstairs is her biggest exercise - her biggest dream has come true in a foreign country so unprepared.

Black households can also have a good life......

Although some people are thinking about murdering her outside, she lives positively with a positive attitude of "mourning the family will not take the dog lightly", and Sherlock has been staying at home for a week, although it makes Connie a little strange, but the sense of security in her heart is still rising.

Not to mention that the bosses of the West End have also moved into the love house to accompany Mrs. Hudson.

After lying down for nearly a week, Connie couldn't lie down.

Christmas on December 25 is approaching, but 221b has not yet begun to decorate the house and Christmas tree.

So on the morning of the eighth day, after consulting the doctor, and after taking the first bath of the week, Connie pulled Mrs. Hudson to decorate the Christmas tree.

It had been a quiet week at the London Police Department, with no new bodies found after couples and doctors – a clear contradiction.

Because the red liquid that poured out the words of blood was indeed human blood after testing, but such a large amount of blood almost took more than half or even two-thirds of the blood in an adult's body.

In short, there must have been someone who died, and there must have been blood drawn and written on the wall.

The confession to Connie is also the so-called perverted possessiveness under self-fantasy.

Connie somehow became the sustenance of those*, it can only be said that it is bad luck, and she will never admit that this is a character problem......

Although no bodies or traces were found, Connie was unharmed, so the homicide squad of the London Police Department was able to breathe, maybe the killer had gone home for the New Year?

And among them, the most abnormal is Sherlock.

Connie had always wondered why he had been staying at home for a week, especially when he had such an interesting case, but sometimes he thought that no matter what Sherlock's actions were, he must have been the closest to the criminal, so his stay in 221b could also be understood as staying near her, so that is to say......

Evil...... Inexplicably I don't feel good.

Oh of course, in addition to this, there are ......

"Sherlock, would you like to decorate the Christmas tree with us?" The conscience of heaven and earth, because they think that Sherlock is alone, he will not go home for the New Year, and his room is the largest (...... So he set up the Christmas tree in his room—of course, he didn't care about it—and she just asked politely.

"Okay."

"Oh, it's okay......" It's okay......

She didn't have the words she had thought of in the morning, so she blocked her throat halfway.

It's okay with your sister.

"Oh, no problem." She smiled with a mouthful of white teeth, and hung the star on the middle branch.

"Then Sherlock will set up the treetops, I'm too short." Pitifully, although Henry is quite strong, his height is only 1.75 meters......

The 1.85-meter-tall Sherlock could tiptoe to the top of the tree--for them, the Hudson family, who was capped at 1.75 meters, it was really inexplicably sad -- who could understand the pain of the dwarf (ノへ ̄、).

Overall, though, the experience of furnishing the house was pleasant.

Tiny lamps are hung around the house along the wires, wrapping around the green body of the Christmas tree, and when the light is turned on, the colorful lights shine together, like entering a fairy tale.

As for the gifts, Connie had already prepared them.

Connie knitted three scarves out of the coarse wool she had bought, Mrs. Hudson's in gradient red, Henry's gradient purple, and Sherlock's in all black—the evil taste of the colorful could only be imagined for herself.

Of course, for the new Hudsons, she also deliberately knitted couple gloves.

This way the two of them can hold hands in warm gloves when they go out on the street!

She is indeed a god assist to show affection.

Secretly wrapped the gift and hid it under the bed, waiting for Christmas Day to be placed under the tree, Connie was excited to have this tradition for the first time, which made the other people who were infected by her a little more joyful.

Sherlock also appeared much softer, though he seemed to have little of this festive atmosphere.

But when Connie secretly hid the gift, he saw it.

Xiao Nizi's sneaky appearance, coupled with the clues on her body, was read by Sherlock at a glance.

"Yarn? Are you preparing a gift of knitwear? There was a look on his expressionless face that could barely be called a joke.

Connie was startled, she didn't expect this point to be seen by Sherlock.

She nodded: "Well, I can't think of any gifts to buy, so I knitted some scarves for you, but don't tell them, otherwise there will be no surprises!" Sherlock could tell the function of a gift at a glance at the box, but Henry and Hudson didn't, and besides, they didn't even know they had a present, and there were still days before Christmas, so they couldn't be debunked at this juncture.

Seeing Connie confess like this, Sherlock was also interested: "Okay." ”

He was wandering around the house in his pajamas, seemingly waiting for coffee, and when Connie walked out the door, he was barefoot on the wooden floor, coffee pouring in his hands.

"Sherlock, aren't your feet cold like that?" She glanced coldly at her feet, which were wrapped like bear's paws.

He saw through what she was thinking and glanced at her feet.

"It doesn't matter." He said.

"No, it's very important, it's winter, even if the air conditioning is turned on at home, it's very cold, not to mention ......"

"The room has floor heating." He looked at her gushing like an old mother, and he was not impatient, only spit out a faint sentence.

"......: "Yes, people's rooms have floor heating, but you can pour a cup of coffee without shoes, what's the matter, the local tyrant is capricious......

Before going upstairs, he took his coffee: "You can come up." "I've never seen a girl who is more afraid of the cold than her.

Downstairs, Connie was silent for two seconds, but followed him up to the second floor.

The heating is blowing in your face.

She took off her shoes, took a blanket and curled up on the couch, holding the book she bought and looking at it slowly, Sherlock in a daze.

It's what he's been doing these days.

"Doesn't Sherlock need to be busy with the case? And the writer from last time......"

He was still staring at a certain point: "There's a similar case in New York, they're following up, they'll be coming over before Christmas." ”

Connie's heart jumped, thinking of that beautiful and lovely Alex, and suddenly there was a feeling of excitement in her heart.

Alex is coming over for Christmas, so why don't you give her something...... It feels like it's going to be the beginning of a friendship......

Back in the day...... She's fried chicken and cute, she's here ( ̄ ̄)

The obvious fluttering look gave Sherlock a look.

"You're happy? Why. ”

"Ah~ That's because Alex is coming......"

"Why, you know?"

"Ah...... I used to ...... I've always liked the girl she looks like, and I think maybe it's going to be a good friendship. "I've always been cute and she almost said something like that, but fortunately Connie changed her words in time, but when she saw the look in Sherlock's eyes, she felt like she had been caught by the tail.

“…… How, what's wrong? She was a little nervous and subconsciously swallowed her saliva.

Sherlock stared at her for a long time, then turned his head away, "Heh, you think you're going to be good friends if you don't know each other?" ”

This kind of declarative sentence seems to be mocking and confused.

"Of course, friends, it's something like the edge of the eye...... What can't be said is the feeling. "Anyway, she has eyes, as for Alex, if she doesn't have eyes for her, then it's okay to develop an ordinary friendship, and she doesn't pressure people to be bffs that her best friends will not be separated for a lifetime......

"Eye-rim?" He raised an eyebrow, as if sneering.

Enigmatical.

Connie secretly complained in her heart, but her mind became active, what gift do you want to give Alex? How about knitted hats? The curly pink kind, she is blonde and blue-eyed, and her skin is spicy and white, she must look good when she wears it......

"What do you think of the hat?"

"Huh?"

"It's a hat, in such weather, send a warm and good-looking hat...... Would you like it? Forehead...... It's the hand-knitted kind. Thinking about it, Connie couldn't make up her mind and asked Sherlock's opinion.

"You want to knit by hand?"

"Of course, my craftsmanship is no worse than the outside, and I knitted your scarf, and Mrs. Hudson's sweater...... "They wore it to a date today!"

Connie confidently clenched her fists! The knitting process of the mourning family, how can you wait for others to question!?

"Not bad."

Yo, it's rare that you didn't say anything casually.

Connie thought he was a sincere comment on Mrs. Hudson's sweater, and she was overjoyed and made up her mind.

"Well, then give the hat away......" she purred and ran downstairs, swept out the rest of the sweater threads, picked out the pink threads, first turned them into three-strand braids, and then took the needle and began to knit the hat.

The heat in the room made her little face red, and Sherlock didn't know when she changed from being in a daze to staring at her in a daze, looking at her so serious that she couldn't pay attention to the eyes of the outside world, and inexplicably felt that this kind of Connie made him a little more pleasing to the eye.

It's just that when he looked at the finished hat in her hand, his gaze was a little wrong.

"Pink?"

Connie was concentrating, when she heard the inquiry and looked up to see Sherlock's strange gaze.

Isn't the color right?

She quickly drew the line with her hat, and when she was finished, she caught her head and took a picture of her phone screen.

"It's pretty good, what's wrong?" The thick needle yarn with the curly edge of the spire rested on her head, giving her a little witch look, fair and translucent skin, and a slight baby fat accompanied by the pink, making her look like a little princess.

Cute and playful, heartwarming.

It's just that Sherlock's gaze has become more tangled.

"What's wrong? Not good-looking? "Connie feels pretty good about herself, this hat looks good for her, it should be better for Alex, right!?

And such hats are not in fashion now, they are very novel!

But Sherlock's gaze made her heart tighten.

Could it be that the aesthetics of crooked nuts are different?

“…… All right. For a long time, as if he had made up his mind, he took the hat from her head with some embarrassment.

Strap on his own head.

A thunderbolt flashed overhead.

"Summer ...... Shylock. Connie shuddered, and her tail note was terrifying, like she was about to scream in the next second.

He frowned: "What's wrong?" It seemed that he was dissatisfied with her expression, and he didn't know what else to make.

Sherlock, with a pink hat.

"You like this hat very much?" I've never seen him so proactive......

Sherlock closed his eyes in disgust, unable to say anything like this: "Not bad. The tone is exactly the same as the previous one.

Not bad.

Sherlock, would you like this hat to give?

With a clear understanding, Connie instantly realized something.

She trembled slightly, and pressed her little liver and apple muscles that were about to be overwhelmed, and came to the great god.

"Well, why don't we take a picture? I've known you for so long, and we haven't taken a selfie yet! Her excited and joyful look finally lightened Sherlock's impatient expression.

He nodded, the tiny hat almost slipping off, and Connie kept staring at it, as she quickly grabbed it and pulled out her phone as she sat down next to Sherlock.

With a "click", she smiled and took their first photo with Sherlock, who was not ready to express himself.

In the mobile phone, Sherlock with a pink hat was still a little stunned, and his expressionless face gave him a little innocent taste, while Connie was smiling, but there was a faint stiffness hidden in that smile.

Oh my God, I'm going to put up with my sister to death!! The mourning family wants the dog to take it!! Laughing Dog brought !!!

However, follow-up work still needs to be done.

"It's for Alex, but if Sherlock likes it, I can make a black one for you, or a gray one, which color do you like?" She took her hat off his head, and her eyes were so smiling that she couldn't see them.

"......" The great god realized that he had been tricked.

"Connie." His face was expressionless, enough to scare the gods and Buddhas to death.

But I've seen Connie with his pink hat, it's just three words at this time, I'm afraid of a fart! Hahahahaha......