Back in the day, when Connie was a sophomore in Greater China, the greatest joy and pain of those days was doing nothing all day. So brain-burning dramas have become her best pastime, and Detective Sherlock is one of them, but she still worships Juan Fu as a male god at that time.

It's not what it used to be, she actually saw the original male god, and it's still a young version!

Although it was not recognized at first.

That's it, the hero doesn't mention the courage of the year.

The next day, the moving company transported Mr. Holmes's belongings to the door of 221b.

The brand-new truck looked much cleaner than Mr. Holmes' possessions, but that didn't stop Connie from being dumbfounded.

More than a dozen boxes of materials larger than her, carried up to the second floor by the gentleman who drove the car, and some old materials could be seen from the occasional box or two open boxes, Connie glanced twice, and was dizzy by the large string of characters on it.

"Sir, do you need help?" The gentleman who drove the car had moved back and forth a dozen times, but the contents of the car were only half there.

"Oh, thank you so much, but it's my job, if you don't mind, can you give me a cup of tea?" The gentleman who drove the car saw that this was a thin and white little girl, of course, it was impossible for her to do this heavy work, but the child was so enthusiastic that he was very moved.

"Of course, is black tea okay?"

"Yes."

So Connie ran into the kitchen and made a cup of black tea for Mr. Mover, plus the time to boil the water took a little ten minutes, and the things in the car had already been moved. Connie glanced at the last box as it moved in, and nearly dropped the teapot with water on the floor.

A box of Apple notebooks, Mr. Holmes is really a local tyrant......

That night, Mr. Holmes moved into his apartment. It is worth mentioning that with him came in a woolen coat. Although she couldn't tell the brand, the identical ten coats were enough to amaze her. Not to mention that Mr. Holmes was wearing one.

The rest were five black suits and twenty identical white shirts and ......

"Mr. Holmes, do you need my help?" Connie asked thoughtfully, and Mr. Holmes, who had long hands and feet, looked a little wolf at this time.

"Sherlock. The box outside the door, thank you. "You're welcome at all.

"Yes. Mr. Sherlock. *^_^*" Eventually, Connie staggered up to the second floor with her suitcase, which was about as tall as hers.

Sherlock, who had stuffed his clothes into the cupboard three or two times, was already standing by the window and playing the violin.

The sound of the piano is melodious.

Connie gasped like a dog and glanced at the room that was messed up like a kennel, and then looked at the detective who was immersed in the palace of art, and suddenly felt quite a sense in her heart.

If an ordinary person just moved and played the violin in such a dusty manner, she would probably look up to the sky and let out a long roar, this person is insane, right?

I don't know why it looks so normal when it is put on Sherlock Holmes......

"Did you have breakfast, sir? I'm going to make breakfast, bless... Would you like one from Mr. Sherlock? It seems that the current Sherlock is much more withdrawn than the three-dimensional one, and Connie doesn't dare to say much, but the worship of the great god still unconsciously affects her attitude towards Sherlock.

"Coffee, two pieces of sugar." Yes, thank you too.

"Yes!" Connie smiled happily and ran downstairs to make coffee.

Says - it seems that Mr. Sherlock is still very easy to get along with!

Although a little cold, geniuses are always lonely, which she can understand~

Connie, who thought Sherlock had agreed to the breakfast offer, carefully brewed coffee and sent it upstairs, and began to make breakfast.

And Sherlock, who was immersed in the palace of art, directly ignored Connie, although her joy was obvious enough to overflow made him a little puzzled, but he has always been bored with the study of children, although the Connie adopted by Mrs. Hudson seems to be more mature and sensible than ordinary children, and will not be as comfortable as those boring people shouting about clothes and snacks all day long......

Most importantly, she never thinks or nags, so she doesn't interfere with his thinking, which makes him particularly satisfied.

Connie, who was brewing coffee downstairs, didn't know what the first impression the new tenant and academic genius Mr. Sherlock had defined for her—never thinking—enough to add a spoonful of salt and soy sauce to her coffee.

"Mr. Sherlock, your coffee." With a big smile, Connie brought the coffee into the room. Sherlock was still playing the violin, and Connie's push through the door didn't make him pause, as if there was nothing alive in the room except him.

Connie, who knew a little bit of Sherlock's personality, touched her nose and left the room with the tray in hand, closing the door with her, so that the young Mr. Holmes could enjoy his musical time.

Kicking downstairs, she began to make a daily must-do - an omelette.

Sherlock, who was in the room, stopped playing his violin with his right hand as Connie reached the last step of the stairs and picked up his coffee.

Smell it, it seems that the aroma is not bad. Let's hope this little girl's coffee can have half the aroma......

After taking a sip, the heat filled the light...... Well, quite worthy of the name.

After another sip of coffee, he continued to play the violin, dividing his mind into two parts, one of which was doing intricate thinking, and the other lamenting the boredom of the days.

London turned out to be so peaceful, which was different from what he had expected before he came here, and sure enough, what McCroft said was a high-sounding lie, what Britain needed him, it was obviously his own bad taste that flareed up again...... However, life is really boring......

Connie was obviously in a good mood, humming a little tune while frying eggs and baking toast, she was going to make a sandwich today, she went to buy some vegetables and salad dressing yesterday and came back, Mrs. Hudson likes to eat salads, so she often makes them, just bought fresh vegetables yesterday, and now she has made a full pot, ready to take them later for the gods to try.

I have to say that even if Sherlock is the person in the play, this may be a completely different world. But just a name is enough to make her feel intimate, not to mention that his appearance is also very similar, which makes her have a slight empathy effect.

Mrs. Hudson looks very different from the one in the play, but even if she looks similar, she may not recognize it at first......

Hey, there can be such a coincidence in this foreign country, which can be regarded as some comfort in the countryside, at least part of her "past" also appears in the present, so as not to make her think that she is daydreaming alone......

After frying the egg and bacon, she took out the baked toast, stacked it in three thick layers, and cut it in half to make the delicious sandwich ready. After pouring the milk and preparing Mrs. Hudson's portion, she took the tray and carried the breakfast up to the second floor.

"Mr. Sherlock?" She politely knocked on the door first.

There was no echo in the door.

"Mr. Sherlock, may I come in?"

"......" still didn't respond, and Connie was a little surprised, but pushed the door open anyway, and was greeted by Sherlock sitting on the couch in his yukata and staring straight at her.

(⊙o⊙)?

Oh, Mr. Sherlock might be staring at the door. Connie thought.

She walked over to the coffee table on the couch with the tray, put away the messy newspaper, and put breakfast on it.

"Mr. Sherlock, it's breakfast......" Sure enough, his stunned eyes were still staring at the door.

Connie glanced curiously, was there anything so nice outside the door?

I glanced at it twice, but I still didn't find anything.

"What's the matter with you?" Sherlock seemed to have just come to his senses and saw Connie close at hand. Raised eyebrows asked.

"Uh...... I'll bring you breakfast......" she gestured to the steaming sandwich and milk on the coffee table.

Sherlock looked at the breakfast, then at her, frowning slightly.

Connie thought he didn't like it, and was a little embarrassed: "I don't know what Mr. Sherlock likes to eat, so I made a sandwich, and Mrs. Hudson said it was delicious, and Mr. Hudson could try it...... ", it's really Alexander standing in front of the great god......

"Thank you." He seemed to hesitate, but he still picked up the sandwich and took a bite, but the milk didn't move. However, the eyes revealed were not dissatisfied, but they were not satisfied.

But in the end, Connie breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the great god is the second generation of British rich, and it is normal to be picky, so she took the tray and exited the door.

Sherlock settled the sandwich in two bites, and his stomach was warm and there was a strange feeling. He didn't have the habit of eating breakfast, and he was like that since he was a child.

Looking at the steaming milk, and the cold coffee in the cup, he took a sip of the milk.

After a moment, he spit back into the cup.

Sure enough, milk or something just doesn't taste good......

Downstairs, Connie, who did not know that Mr. Sherlock had an incomparable aversion to milk, had brought Mrs. Hudson breakfast, and then sat down at the table and ate it herself, and although there was only one person, she was still accustomed to sit at the table to eat, but as soon as she sat down with the milk she had poured for herself, the house shook for a while, and the deafening roar made her think that she would be drowning in dust in the next second.

Oh, my God! Earthquake?

"Oh my gosh, is this an earthquake? What happened! A moment later, Mrs. Hudson, disheveled, rushed out, with her red curly hair on her head and milk stains on her sleeves, apparently frightened by the milk.

But it was only five or six seconds, and after the subconscious shock, I regained my calm. It seems that the shaking and roaring just now is just an illusion.

Just before the two of them realized what was happening. Mr. Sherlock, the new tenant on the second floor, was already dressed in leather clothes at the door of the first floor.

(⊙o⊙) Oh my! When did Mr. Sherlock wear a suit and woolen coat? -- Connie, who had just retired from his room on the second floor 30 seconds ago, said that Mr. Sherlock was still wearing a bathrobe and cotton slippers!

"Connie, thank you for your breakfast, but I'm going out now, and it looks like I'm going to have a good game today......" Okami's mood seemed to go up an octave of the year.

In the words of their hometown, it is to jump with joy!

"Mr. Sherlock, is something happening?" I don't know what it is, but Connie must be sure that it has something to do with the shaking and roaring of the house, which is why Sherlock is happy.

"Oh. According to my speculation, it should have exploded in the nearby subway, and according to the scope of the explosion and the distance of the explosion, this explosion should be not small, at this point in time...... To sum up, it must be related to terrorist attacks. A large stream of analysis flew down three thousand feet, and the two of them were dizzy to hear, and Connie barely understood—oh, there was an explosion, and Sherlock had to play.

Mrs. Hudson was directly frightened by the words "terrorist attack" and was about to faint, but fortunately, Connie helped her in time.

"Have a nice day, then, Mr. Sherlock. Good bye. She smiled goodbye and helped Mrs. Hudson into the house.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, then excitedly closed the door and sped towards his target.