"You say! What the hell have you done to my good girl! Mr. Henry, who did not dare to disturb his own Anada and his good daughter, wrapped himself in his coat and rushed into Sherlock's room, not even peeing.

Sherlock changed into an identical yukata and lazily held a coffee cup and half lay on the sofa, in a very sultry posture, Henry rushed into the door at first, and when he saw such a beautiful view, he immediately swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

Could it be that she is a good girl...... Wrong! It must be Sherlock's seduction!

Hum!

It looks like such a high sample paper, but it's just a black-bellied pervert!

He's only 13 years old! This love! Child! Addiction!

"Huh! Don't judge me with your dirty, stupid brain. Sherlock let out a rare cruel remark.

In the past, he would probably have simply ignored the boss of the West Side, a fool with only limbs and no brains.

As soon as these words came out, Sherlock looked at Henry's angry appearance, and suddenly realized that he seemed to be too gentle with him in the past.

Mrs. Hudson was a lady, an older lady, and Connie didn't mention it for the time being.

This Mr. Henry, since he got along with Hudson, did get his "preferential treatment", but ...... Looks like he's getting a little bit out of the way.

Sherlock's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Henry's intuition that had been in the underworld for many years suddenly made him restrain his anger and look at Sherlock with some humility.

"Hmph...... What do you think I can do to her? His undisguised disdain smashed Henry's mind.

Yes, although he is well-behaved and cute, he is only 13 years old, and although Sherlock is a little more perverse and a little stranger, there is no shortage of all kinds of blonde beauties to give her arms - although she will shake her head in three days.

But a normal man shouldn't be like this, plus Sherlock is still the second son of the Sherlock Holmes family......

Henry suddenly felt that he was a villain.

Completely forgetting that a few seconds ago, he was still secretly scolding this perverted pedophile in his heart.

But Sherlock thought of Moriarty and the bomber...... It seems that Connie may have the potential to attract such criminals.

Half-pensive, Sherlock apparently forgot about Henry, and in a moment of embarrassment, Henry cured and ran back to his room.

The door was ajar, the cold wind was blowing in, and when Sherlock came to his senses, there was no one in the room, he came out of his thoughts, got up and closed the door, dragged the quilt off and put it over himself, and shrank into the sofa and fell asleep.

I suddenly feel a little sleepy......

The next morning, Connie woke up in the middle of the day.

Turning over, the soft and warm quilt made her squint and smile happily, and rubbed the pillow before she reacted.

Hey? She remembered sitting at the table and drinking coffee yesterday.

How did you get to bed?

When she got up, she saw that all the books piled on the bed had fallen to the ground, and she hurriedly picked them up one by one and patted them. Run out and get the rest of the booklets.

I found them all neatly arranged on the side of the table.

She breathed a sigh of relief, turned and stepped on a sticky spot on the floor.

At first glance, her body stiffened.

The cover of a basic science book had been stained for the most part, and the night had passed, and the book had dried, but the yellow stains were sticking to it.

Connie cried and picked up the book without tears.

Oh my God, if the printed materials are wet, it's fine, this is a book! Dead are precious books!

Connieson looked behind her back in despair.

23.9 pounds.

Ten times is £239.

"Thunderbolt!"

I feel like thunder is ringing in the sky.

It's still the kind of thunder and thunder.

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock still went out in a yukata.

It looks like he's full of energy.

Connie snorted, "It's okay." ”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and walked over to see the basic science.

There was a snap, and a Blackberry smashed at Connie again: "Baidu yourself." ”

Connie: "......" Hehe, an Englishman, Baidu said it so smoothly, is it really good.

But Connie was not polite and began to get up in Baidu.

Method 1: Press it with rice paper and then iron it with an iron.

Method 2: Rinse in clean water several times, then slowly dry, or put it in the freezer to freeze-dry.

Connie rubbed her hands, how did she feel unreliable?

Method 3: Roast over fire, then slowly blot off with blotting paper......

Connie ended up putting a post in the post bar, and someone quickly replied.

[Beautiful and greasy female paper: The landlord is really saving, it would be good to buy a copy directly. 】

[Handsome male Lu Paper: The loser girls upstairs, just watch it! ] 】

[little white chicken: wipe it with an alcohol cotton pad, and then turn on the lighter...... I guarantee that you won't be ugly stained at all in three minutes~]

[Greasy female paper: upstairs. Why? Really useful? 】

[Handsome male Lu paper: Silly daughter-in-law! ] People burned it directly, worrying about what stains, worrying about the fact that the book is gone, I can't understand this, it's stupid! 】

[Beautiful and greasy female paper: Do you tmd again? ] 】

[Handsome male Lu paper: Your stupidity is the most beautiful wonderful thing in my heart~]

[*Little Yellow Goose Goose Goose Goose ~: Landlord, you have a unique secret recipe! It is! It's good to tear the cover! Ahh

Connie:......

I always feel more tired.

I don't know if it's because the cover is not saved or because I asked for a little knowledge at home, and I was shown a lot of affection.

In short...... [There is no love face].

Eventually, Connie went to the Hammer Smith Library with the book and Lestrade's library card.

It was a chubby black lady who was hosted.

She sincerely apologized, and brought Sherlock the first month's salary of £1,500 that Sherlock had paid her in advance.

Although the flesh hurts, it also has to be compensated.

Although Connie's attitude of admitting mistakes is very close to her mind, rules are rules.

The ending ended with Connie's sincere apology and £239 in restitution.

With the remaining £1,261, Connie walked out of the library building very sadly.

Someone is hawking on the side of the road around the corner, and the aroma of soy sauce attracts Connie's attention.

Swarthy ...... Tea eggs!

Connie was shocked.

Looking at the couple again, they seem to be quite old, but they don't look like Oriental faces, but more like mixed race.

My aunt's stomach began to grow.

She hesitated.

Tea eggs in London are never cheap.

Why don't you buy some eggs yourself and go back and make them?

After such a moment's hesitation, the couple saw her.

"Yo, little girl, do you want two tea eggs?" The man asked in a proficient Chinese voice.

Connie was stunned.

"Uncle, are you Chinese?" It's really not that she looks down on crooked nuts, and it is impossible to speak Chinese so authentically with a northeast accent!

The uncle smiled stupidly: "I am of mixed Chinese and Russian blood." This is my wife, mixed English and Japanese. My son came to work in the UK, so we followed. ”

The aunt smiled, looked a little shy, and said hello in Chinese, which sounded like a foreigner's accent.

Connie smiled, feeling a little kind.

"Okay, let's have two, how do you sell them?"

The uncle fished five over: "One pound, three, I met the little girl today, I will give you two more." ”

Flattered, Connie took the five tea eggs, handed them a pound, and began to eat the eggs while chatting with the couple.

Only then did I find out that the two had lived in China, Japan, France and Russia for several years, and this year because their son came here to work, so they came with him, and the uncle's hometown was still in the Northeast, so he brought a little Northeast accent.

After chatting like this, Connie felt refreshed.

When she had finished eating the five tea eggs slowly, and a morning had passed, she remembered the time and hurriedly said goodbye to the two.

And when she walked out of the street, the couple looked at each other and smiled, and tacitly cleaned up the stall.

It's just that the hands and feet are very neat, not at all like an elderly couple with impaired mobility, but more like an energetic middle-aged couple.

"Looks like the first goal here is here." The wife spoke fluent Japanese, while the man spoke with a pure American accent.

"Yes, this time the goods are good, it seems that the buyer will like it." The man said meaningfully, with a lewd smile on his face, with a gloomy and ruthless hud, which was intimidating.

The two quickly disappeared around the corner.