For the next few days, Sherlock and Connie were in the hotel, and everything happened as Sherlock had expected.

Molik was secretly helped by the Berkeley family to meet the boss he had been following loyally, and then suddenly disappeared.

Connie's judgment from Philomena is roughly divided into two types: either she has been killed, or she has hidden her identity and fled the country.

As much as Morrick hated it, Connie wished it was the latter, and hoped that he would stop harming others in the future.

But intellectually...... Connie thinks it's probably the former.

Sherlock didn't pass his testimony to the Burmese police department at all, and after they left that day, they went straight back to the hotel, where Sherlock did almost nothing for the past two days, and didn't read the information all day like a cat that didn't wake up, slumped on the couch, and surprised Connie with a lazy attitude.

It wasn't until a few days later in the morning that the news appeared on television that the police had arrested Alice.

Connie couldn't understand Burmese, but she knew Alice's appearance, and it was on TV when the police went to the company to arrest her, and Alice was wearing a white coat and looking haggard compared to the day.

She was like a lifeless puppet doll who was kidnapped by the police.

Connie turned silently and met Sherlock's eyes.

"You've lost." He was talking about a bet between them that day.

Connie was silent: "Why did you blame Alice?" "Isn't that the boy's father?

"Oh, you know, that's a scapegoat that can replace anyone, and Alice, she can only replace this one. And what they need, I think is more than one scapegoat. Sherlock heard Connie in a faint sarcastic voice.

She was a little stunned: "But Alice doesn't refute it?" Didn't she obviously not do it? ”

There was a hint of concentration in Sherlock's eyes: "You know, Darwin can't solve everything, he can only make choices. "When necessary, choose whether to die on your own or Alice.

Connie only felt that her heart was pulling out the cold.

People's hearts are unpredictable, and the world is unpredictable.

She sat sullenly on the couch, looking at the repetitive reports and Alice's haggard and numb face, and her heart became disgusted with Darwin, since Alice could be made to confess her guilt voluntarily, it must have been someone she cared about who had been hurt to make her sacrifice for it.

Without Shylock, Connie could have imagined how Darvin would have made Alice willingly "self-sacrificing".

But this is not a touching love, but a planned conspiracy.

"I hate these guys!" Connie scolded sullenly, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Rest assured, it's not a foregone conclusion." Looking at the dimming gaze of the little man, Sherlock looked at her and gently threw out a sentence.

The black eyes suddenly seemed to be injected with starry light: "Then what are we going to do next?" ”

For a moment, Sherlock felt a little itchy in his palms.

"Hmm......" he replied in a low voice. Let's eat first, I'm hungry. ”

Connie: "......" is a rare thing to hear.

Presumably thinking that Sherlock would clean up the people when she was full of food and drink, Connie ordered the takeout with great effort, and spent great enthusiasm brewing a pot of steaming and fragrant coffee.

Half an hour later, room service arrived, and Sherlock came out of the bathroom refreshed.

I saw him drinking coffee and taking a piece of pizza in his mouth, while putting on his coat, Connie rolled a big mouthful of pasta, puffed out his mouth and quickly stood up.

As a result, Sherlock put on his coat and sat down.

Connie: "......"

“？” Sherlock looked at her.

Connie sat back brightly, smiled and drank the juice.

Why is it so leisurely today?

His expression was faint, but Connie felt that something was wrong.

"Sherlock?"

"Huh?" He answered, seemingly out of shape.

Connie thought he was in a bad mood, so she asked directly, "Are you in a bad mood?" ”

He looked over, his gaze was like water, and there was not a ripple in his eyes.

But Connie's instincts tell her that she seems to have guessed correctly, but his mood doesn't seem to be just bad.

"Nope." He paused, then replied.

Connie pursed her lips and said nothing.

The phone "ding-dong", he didn't move, and a few seconds later, there was another "ding-dong", but Sherlock still didn't move, as if he hadn't heard the prompt at all.

Connie paused and glanced at her phone: "Don't you read text messages?" ”

The letter was from McCroft.

Sherlock picked up his phone and glanced at it, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and put the phone back in place, Connie frowned, thinking that it might have something to do with Mycroft, otherwise probably no one would have made Sherlock react like this all of a sudden.

Next, it's time for a silent meal.

After breakfast, Connie followed Sherlock to the place where the police station or FUCUS was, but the two of them arrived at the house of the councillor whose daughter had disappeared.

This left Connie very confused, and Sherlock's silence kept her silent.

Outside the villa, which is not inferior to the Berkeley family mansion, Connie saw the couple, and I have to say that Connie was still very surprised, because the appearance of the two of them looked very young and good-looking, especially the black-haired woman, who looked a bit like a mixed Chinese and Western race, with the three-dimensional sense of a Western woman, and her exquisite appearance also had the gentle temperament of an Eastern woman.

But while she felt that it was beautiful and eye-catching, Connie also felt a sense of disobedience, and she couldn't figure out where the disobedience was just staring at the woman, but it made the woman notice her.

In fact, the woman's reaction to Sherlock's name was also suspicious of Connie.

Surprised, surprised, excited, calm.

Connie counted, presumably capturing these expressions in her more obvious expressions.

Could it be that Sherlock's name has spread to Burma?

Before Connie could make up her mind, the woman looked at her, how did the smile make Connie feel like she was hiding a knife in her smile, and just as her scalp was numb, the woman in front of her leaned over.

"What's this kid's name?"

Although Connie was a little nervous, she was still generous: "My name is Connie, Connie Hudson. ”

The woman's seriousness flashed with a hint of clarity, and then quietly drifted through a trace of doubt, as if she was checking the truth of Connie's words.

Clear.

Connie bit her tongue, calmed down, and looked at the young lady with some shyness: "Sister is so beautiful. ”

Now she knew what was weird.

She said Connie Hudson, even if she knew Sherlock, she could never know Hudson, and she was puzzled, probably because of her natural oriental face, which made her doubt.

And if this man knew Hudson...... It's hard to say where she came from.

"Hehe, the child's mouth is so sweet." The girl replied, and the man behind her immediately hugged her.

That's Renard.

"Sit inside." Unlike his wife, Renard looks mature.

But his countenance was young. Like this beautiful wife, Connie paused, her name is still unknown.

"This is my wife, Fiona." Renard introduced a sentence and tried to talk to Sherlock, and the group walked inside, with Connie following Sherlock, catching Fiona's occasional glance at Sherlock.

It's subtle, isn't it......

Connie narrowed her eyes and walked silently.

When they arrived in the living room, Sherlock was greeted upstairs by Renard, but it was Connie, who was pulled by Fiona, saying that she wanted to chat.

Connie looked at Sherlock's looking gaze and nodded, and he followed Renard upstairs, where Connie sat on the couch and took a sip of the drink the maid had brought her.

On the first sip, she was surprised, the taste was very similar to the milk tea she drank when she was a student, and it was still matcha-flavored, but this one seemed to be more intense.

For a moment, Connie's heart was shocked, and an expression of surprise and admiration appeared on her face: "Oh my God, what is this?" The taste is so good, a little like milk, but it doesn't seem to smell fishy? ”

She met Fiona's gaze with delight, her starry eyes full of love.

Fiona seemed to stiffen for a moment.

"This is milk tea, I made it myself."

Connie lowered her head, pursed her lips, and took another sip of the quilt, in fact, to hide the surprise in her heart at this time.

She kind of knew where this woman's sense of disobedience was, she was probably just like her, and she was still the one who knew Sherlock.

As for whether she was in the same era as her, Connie didn't feel much surprise at this time, but felt that she was more dangerous.

Just for her temptation.

But Connie can understand her caution, but in this atmosphere, she can't relax.

"You're so good, I've never drunk this... Milk tea? Target! She looked at Fiona with admiration, her gaze so straight that it was impossible to doubt.

Fiona's eyes were less cautious, but more suspicious.

"Hehe, and the cookies I made myself, if Connie doesn't mind, just eat some?"

Connie nodded, took the biscuit she handed over, and took a bite, "It's delicious and cute." It was the shape of a little bear, and if it weren't for the dark color, Connie would have almost thought it was the fruit-flavored calcium tablets that she used to eat as a child.

Fiona chuckled, "Eat more if you like."

Connie nodded and ate obediently.

"What is the relationship between Connie and Mr. Sherlock?" Fiona asked faintly.

Connie clapped her hands: "It should be considered half an assistant, my mother has been in a bad mood because of my father's affairs, and I don't have time to take care of me, I originally came here with my friends to play here, but I accidentally met Sherlock who came here to handle the case, so I followed him to help sort out some information."

Fiona smiled, "Working at such a young age? Connick is amazing. Connie's parents must be very happy. ”

Connie's eyes darkened, "I'm an adopted child of Henry and Mrs. Hudson, and I've been living on the streets before, but I'm really grateful to them......"

Fiona was stunned: "Henry?"

Connie nodded: "It's my adoptive father, they are a very loving couple." Connie's face had a cheerful expression again, a child who seemed to like the parents very much.

Fiona's eyes gradually became much calmer.

Connie took another sip of milk tea, and looked at Fiona's expression with a sigh of relief.

She seemed to be afraid of something.

"The Heavenly King Covers the Tiger." This code word really came unexpectedly.

And Connie was in a daze, and by the time she reacted to what Fiona said, she had already subconsciously replied, "What? ”

She was indeed slow to accept that sentence.

The Heavenly King covers the tiger. Why is this old-fashioned stalk still in use?

Connie looked at Fiona suspiciously, "What are you talking about?" Chinese? ”

Fiona looked at her: "You don't understand Chinese?" ”

Connie put down the teacup: "I still understand a little!" She spoke Chinese with Spencer's tongue curling up and down when she was deliberately sarcastic, and she actually spoke a bit of a strange taste of Spanish.

For a moment, Connie only felt that Fiona's expression stiffened, but she pretended not to see it, and happily begged for praise: "This was given to me by a classmate at school, he is amazing!" ”

Fiona nodded, "Yes, Connie is amazing." ”

At this point, her expression was no longer the temptation in front of her.

It didn't take long for Fiona to let Connie sit alone, and Connie was so happy that she sat on the couch and watched the animation while waiting for Sherlock to finish.

The conversation upstairs didn't seem to last long, and by the time Connie put down the second cup of milk tea, the plate with the cookies was empty, and Sherlock had come down from upstairs.

Connie touched her bulging belly and looked over contentedly, meeting his seemingly unpleasant gaze.

“……”

"Full?" Connie always felt that there was a faint threat in this question.

She burst into a big smile: "Fiona's milk tea is so delicious." ”

"When you're full, let's go." He stepped down the stairs and turned a corner in the middle, but the man stood still.

Connie immediately picked up her coat and trotted over with her bulging belly.

"It's over?"

"Hmm." He nodded.

The two were about to leave when a female voice came from the stairs.

"Sherlock has worked hard, why don't you stay here for dinner? And as a thank you for coming to Anna. ”

Connie looked up and saw Fiona coming slowly up the stairs.

“Σ( ° △ °|||) ︴。 "The golden floor-length skirt has the feeling that he is walking the red carpet, but fortunately it is a soft skirt.

Her hair and makeup are all brand new, her fair skin seems to be shining, and her whole person seems to be full of blingbling.

The red Gauguin shoes showed her toes, which were bright red on them.

There is a feeling of a peerless enchantress.

But Connie was still a little dumbfounded.

Is it necessary to be so delicate in your own home? ()