"What's that?" When Connie asked, holding the delicate flower that bloomed at its most flowery, she couldn't have imagined what she would see twenty seconds later.

Bruce, with reading glasses, saw only a light brown cloth that looked like garbage.

He frowned: "Who did it." "The Sherlock Holmes servants are all experienced servants, most of whom have been in the service for more than ten years. They usually don't do such a big rebellious thing, not to mention that such a low-level mistake should not appear in their behavior.

And yet this happened.

Connie saw only a piece of cloth, about the size of hers, that looked like a sack.

So she took a few steps closer.

The sound of "......" breathing stopped abruptly.

The bouquet in his hand was scattered on the ground, stained with the bright color - the blood that fell on the grass was especially strong.

Connie had no idea that it was a corpse.

And it was a horrible corpse.

He wasn't thin, he was even muscular—his white skin was covered with muscular figures, and his arms were even thicker than his thighs.

Connie looked at his open eyes and the look of horror on his face, and felt her heart tingle. He looked like he was scared to death!

But his body looked strange and twisted like a toy that had been vigorously folded.

"Oh my God!" Bruce, who was following Connie, also saw the horrific scene. Suddenly exclaimed, in addition to scaring his heart, he was even more afraid that Connie would be frightened.

"Grandpa Bruce, let's call the police." Connie took out her phone, crouched down on the spot and began to take pictures of the corpse, looking not afraid at all.

Bruce, who endured the slightest fright, thought about how to comfort Connie: "......"

He took out the walkie-talkie, and while instructing people to call the police, he asked the servants to notify the eldest young master and the second young master respectively.

Connie looked at the stout adult man, his body twisted to her size - which explained what looked like a sack from a distance, when in fact his trench coat was hiding his twisted body.

Pressed the man's waist - the ribs were almost broken, the soft stomach was all flesh, and the abdomen was all red with blood.

The temperature on the surface of the body is still warm - not long after death!

This precludes that someone killed someone and then threw it here.

But it's a contradiction...... I knew that she and Bruce had passed through here to the vegetable garden twenty minutes earlier, and there was nothing here.

Judging by the situation at the scene, this person was killed not long ago and thrown here.

Connie stood up and walked around the neighborhood, but there was not a single trace of blood, not even around the man.

Connie didn't know what his fatal wound was, but if someone could kill a grown American man, even bigger than the average person, and even break all his ribs, it wasn't something that could be done with bare hands.

As soon as Bruce finished reporting, he looked at Connie with a slight sweat on his forehead.

"What did Sherlock say?" Connie looked at him, her eyebrows still mixed with thought.

The look of concentration overlapped with Sherlock for a moment.

The eyebrows and eyes are not the same, but the expression is so similar.

Bruce was stunned, and a glint flashed in his eyes.

"Young Master, he'll be back soon." He thought about it, but still didn't bother his head and wife.

Connie breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again, "Grandpa Bruce, is there any opportunity in this house that can break people's ribs relatively quickly?" Connie glanced at the man's clothes, but the image was disgusting—though she had tried to imagine it as a cowboy steak......

There was some minced meat, Connie was not sure about the wound, and she hadn't read too many professional books, but she thought that since there was minced meat, it should not be cut by hand with a knife...... Abandoning the powerful vampires and other unscientific existences, the killer must have used the machine?

Hearing this, Bruce's scalp tingled.

The machine that breaks people's ribs?

Why did the Sherlock Holmes family have such a thing!

Connie saw Bruce's stiff face when she asked, and immediately came back to her senses that such a question was too exciting for an old man's heart, and she quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that......" Seeing Bruce's pale face, she hurried over to help him.

"Grandpa Bruce, why don't we go back to the villa first, it's too hot outside."

Bruce nodded, asking for it.

Connie glanced back at the corpse and helped Bruce towards the villa.

The corpse was placed here, certainly not randomly, but more like deliberate...... This is the main house of Sherlock Holmes, how can ordinary people have that guts?

Not to mention throwing corpses, it is a big problem to come in.

…… So, is it the people in the house?

Connie's expression became stern as she thought about it, but when she saw the first person other than Bruce, she suppressed some complicated thoughts.

"Connie isn't afraid?" After Bruce recovered a little, he looked at Connie's usual face, which was exactly the same as Sherlock, and he didn't know whether to feel distressed or happy.

Hearing Bruce ask, Connie was stunned for a moment, and randomly remembered what she had just done, and found that it seemed to be a little abnormal.

"Uh...... I guess I'm used to it. She excused herself, "After all, when I was tidying up Sherlock's room, there were severed heads and hands all over the place, and I remember I was scared to cry a lot at first...... Later, I got used to it. Connie thought maybe it was so many adventures and kidnappings that made her brush shoulders with death many times, and she wasn't as afraid of death as she used to be...?

No, it should be said that I am still afraid.

But if life wants to trouble you, there is nothing you can do.

She can only hide if she can, and try to survive if she can't hide.

No other way.

She sighed and smiled, "It's true that I've changed a lot since I got to know Sherlock......" I can't say if this change is good or bad, but she is quite emotional.

#果然距离产生美#

#和死亡近距离接触以后就没觉得死亡那么... Beautiful? ＃

Phew, baba, baba beautiful yarn......

After ...... finished speaking, Connie looked up and saw Bruce's helpless and distressed gaze, which was still full of sympathy.

"I thought that the young master would be more restrained after moving out...... It's really hard Connie. However, since the young master moved out, there have indeed been some changes. "Although there seems to be nothing, Bruce, who grew up watching the second young master, still found out that the young master has become humane!

Sherlock Holmes.

Human!

How impossible was this before!?

The housekeeper is very relieved by an old heart!

#这突变的画风#

"Young master, I have been researching since I was a child...... The interest in human organs, when he was accidentally discovered by Madame for the first time, frightened Madame, and then the young master opened up a secret room for personal research......"

Connie suddenly had a bad feeling.

"But then I went to college, and the young master stopped doing this, I helped the young master hide it from his wife for many years, and finally thought that the young master had studied thoroughly, but I didn't expect it to be ...... Hey......"

Connieson asked unlovingly, "That personal room?" ”

Bruce nodded: "Well, it's the one now, when the young master went to college, I arranged for someone to redecorate it, and the young master often did research and read books in it, but it was much better than before." Bruce's face was relieved. JPG

Whatthe Fark !!

Connie thought of the climate she had just woken up to lie on the bed next to the real table, while Sherlock was holding the microscope.

This feeling couldn't be worse!