When Connie brought the food to the hospital, Mary was still sleeping, and the hospital was quiet, and there was no one, and Mary was lying on the hospital bed, and she seemed to be sleeping deeply.

Connie distributed everything on the small table, and the hot real thing was full of aroma, all of which were Chinese dishes that Mary had mentioned, and Connie had made many kinds of them, not in many quantities.

In the gentle fiddling sound, Connie heard a slight noise coming from the hospital bed, she took out her chopsticks and wiped them, laid the food on the small table, and served it to the hospital bed.

By this moment, Mary was almost awake.

"Awake? I made you a meal, and it was hot. Connie smiled and helped her up, handing her a pair of chopsticks.

She seemed a little confused, and her eyes looked at Connie a few times, took the chopsticks in her hand, and ate the food one bite at a time, but the speed was a little hasty.

Seeing that she was eating fast, Connie patted her on the shoulder and poured a glass of water: "Eat slowly, it's not without you."

When Mary saw her like this, she finally seemed to be impatient: "Who are you?"

When this question came out, both of them were stunned.

Mary speaks English, and when she is alone with Connie, she speaks Chinese, and from time to time she will have two mouthfuls of big ballast.

But the tone at this time was cold and detached.

Connie's heart jumped suddenly, and the uneasiness that had been vaguely suppressed expanded to the maximum in an instant.

"You don't know me?" Her little panicked face made Mary unable to answer, but she finally nodded honestly.

"Yes, I don't know you."

Connie calmed down for a while before she calmed down, "Do you know what time it is?"

Mary spoke of a date, but that was years ago.

Connie fell into an ice cellar for a moment.

It took a long time for her to come to her senses in Mary's worried eyes.

"I'm sorry." Connie took a step back and fled.

Looking at the little girl who rushed out of the door, Mary's eyes flashed a little confused, but more guilty, she didn't know why she had such an emotion, paused, she looked at the food on the small table, her heart was slightly sour.

And Connie, after rushing out of the hospital gate, ran straight into the man who walked out of the corner, he was dressed in black, obviously didn't notice this sudden little thing, but the blue eyes under the sunglasses surfaced a faint gloom after seeing the teary-eyed little face.

"Connie?" The magnetic deep voice rang in her ears, and Connie was stunned, looked up at the person, and was about to apologize, when she saw him take off the sunglasses on his face.

Connie: It's a blessing, and it's a disaster.

"Moriarty." She muttered, looked at him timidly, and took two steps back.

He looked a little irritable.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm coming to see Mary." Connie thought about the sad thing again, and Mary was gone.

Moriarty's eyes tightened, and he watched Connie wipe away her tears and asked sensitively, "What's wrong?"

There was a tinge of danger in his tone.

Connie didn't know how to explain it, so she had to whisper, "She has amnesia and doesn't remember everything."

Connie told the truth, and was still thinking about how to escape from Moriarty's side, but he disappeared in sight.

Connie looked back for a moment, and was a little dumbfounded when she saw him running wildly: what happened???

Seeing the figure disappear around the corner, Connie took a deep breath and called a taxi back to 221b.

When Sherlock woke up, Connie had already arrived at the hospital, and it was rare for him to sleep so "early", John was telling about the psychological injustice he had suffered, trying to pull Sherlock together for a moment of sadness, but the real boyfriend was obviously not affected in the slightest.

By the time he had freshened up and was about to pick up Connie from the hospital, she had already rushed into the house and rushed into his arms.

"She's gone." Connie grieved and complained to Sherlock, but a silent smile appeared on his lips.

This image fell into John's eyes, and it was very strange.

"Who's gone?" John asked.

"Mary......" Connie cried, but John turned around and rushed out the door, Connie looked up at Sherlock's expressionless face, and sighed, "She must have left last night."

"Hmm." He answered softly, reaching out and rubbing his palm gently on top of her head, "It's okay, you still have me." ”

The serious horse's face was serious, but he could vaguely see a little relaxation, and the light in his eyes seemed to be stealing joy.

Connie: "......" She always felt something was wrong?!

Wiping away tears, Connie stared at Sherlock suspiciously, "Are you happy?"

Sherlock shook his head solemnly and solemnly, "Of course not."

"But I want you to be relieved, she's going to go home." He comforted Connie softly, sat on the couch with the person in his arms, and hugged her whole person into his arms, surrounded by two walls, bringing a sense of security.

Connie's beating heart gradually calmed down, but she was still very low.

After that, John went to the hospital every day, but Connie never went to the hospital again, even though she would make tonic meals for John to bring with her every day.

After three days without leaving the house, Connie finally figured it out and let go of the lost opportunity.

Sherlock takes on a new case, but he always comes back on time for dinner, although he is still out and about during the day, busier than John, who is going to work—yes, John gets a new job and starts a 9-to-5 life, and he gradually retires from being half of Sherlock's assistant to half of his roommate.

Connie was already much more relieved, after all, Sherlock, who was away from home all day after handling the case, developed a good routine of going home for dinner every day and going to bed on time.

Connie always felt that he might be a little reluctant, after all, years of habits can't be changed in an instant, not to mention that he is a purebred night owl.

But after a few days of observation, he seemed to be well adjusted, and Connie stopped worrying about it, and the peaceful little days lasted until one night, the day John and Mary announced their formal relationship.

"Well, there's something to announce here today. That is, Mary has agreed to my quest. John glanced at Connie quietly, as if he was afraid she would be upset.

Connie, however, remembers John's true daughter as if she were a divine helper......

"Wait, Mary?" Connie muttered in a low voice, looking at Mary with a happy face, and couldn't help but creep into Sherlock's ear, "This Mary, is an agent?" ”

Sherlock gave her a surprised look, then nodded, "No accidents?" ”

Oh buy ga!

Connie's mouth widened in surprise, but apparently that wasn't the most surprising thing for her.

Ten minutes later, SCP-221B was caught in a hail of bullets.

Moriarty rushed in with a group of armed men and took Mary away, and everyone looked at Connie, and it was obvious that everyone thought that Moriarty's target was Connie.

No one expected it to be Mary, and Connie remembered Moriarty's gaffe that day at the hospital gate...... Wait, it can't be what she thinks, right?

Connie was dumbfounded.

"What the hell?!Can anyone explain to me the current situation!!" John roared, and the whole person fell into a state of confusion and rage.

Sherlock understood: "He likes Mary? ”

Although it is a rhetorical question, the taste of certainty is also very strong.

John only felt the top of his head being torn off, Connie knew what Sherlock meant, and that's exactly what she was thinking about now.

The next second, McCroft's call came as promised.

The elongated black sedan pulled up outside the door, and the three were stuffed into the sedan and made their way to the private airport.

"Where is this going?" Connie looked at the cold-faced man in black, lowered her head and asked Sherlock quietly.

The kissing boyfriend was confident, hugged Connie and sat in the back seat, and said in a relaxed tone: "Moriarty hijacked the missile, I think you will be able to meet your old friend soon." ”

Connie thought about it for a long time, but she didn't think of any connection between her old friend and missiles, but **OSS is still perverted and arrogant, and at this time, I'm afraid the whole of Britain has a headache.

Sherlock's old friend, Connie, is also found on the hillside, in an abandoned castle.

Genius Squad.

"What's going on?" Toby and the others were thrown off the plane, apparently not waking up yet, and they were looking unhappy at this time.

Seeing Connie's happiness, she came up to hug her with a happy face, and Connie smiled and hugged everyone before McCroft began to "make a solemn appearance......

"Well, gentlemen, I think that by bringing you together in the middle of the night, there must be a great matter that requires your cooperation." McCroft still likes to be official.

This time, before Sherlock could say sarcasm, the more upright genius squad had already begun to come back one by one.

Important officials of the British government began silent eye contact with elite agents across the United States.

Connie: "??? Didn't you say it was urgent? ”

"Ahem." Mycroft coughed lightly, "Here's the thing......"

After listening to the whole process, Connie got the point first.

To put it simply, Mary, that is, Chen Baobao, is gone, and Moriarty wants to capture her back, so he uses missiles to force the government to find the smartest people and build a space-time machine.

The idea is very beautiful, but the current technology, no matter how talented it is, can't make it.

But the crowd had to try, because Mary was still in his hands, and the lives of people all over the world were still in his hands, Moriarty.

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