Connie stayed up all night reading the letters Alex had written to her.

After John and Sherlock went to the hospital, they came back alone and saw Connie sitting alone on the couch reading a letter.

Walk over with worried eyes.

"Haven't slept so late?" Didn't Connie never stay up late?

Connie looked up blankly and glanced at John.

"See her?" Her sentence made John stunned for a long time, not knowing how to answer her.

Did you mean Erin Adler died?

Or did Sherlock recognize her body at a glance?

- on the premise that the woman has been ruined beyond recognition.

In the end, John had no choice but to nod: "She's dead." ”

Connie didn't react when she heard this.

Then, she smiled faintly, as if she didn't care, but then it seemed to have a masochistic connotation: "Did he recognize her body at a glance?" Even if the woman has been ruined beyond recognition? ”

This sentence is so light that it is almost inaudible.

John was shocked, and for a moment thought that Connie might be able to read minds.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say a word when he looked at Connie's faint smile.

At the moment, he felt that everything he said was pale.

Because she seems to already know the answer, asking again is not to determine the answer.

Half a day.

"Sleep, it's late." Connie looked down at the letter in her hand, and she read it slowly and carefully, as if she wanted to read every word by heart.

John looked up at her and felt that she was very religious.

He sighed, yawned again, and sat down beside her with a blanket.

"I'm sitting here, and if there's anything you want to talk to, you can tell me." John's gaze seemed to look at a weak little sister, he lowered his head and kissed Connie lightly on the forehead, then lay down on the couch, and soon fell asleep.

Connie looked at his tired face, smiled silently, and parted the blanket that covered her in half.

At dawn, Connie finished reading Alex's letters over the past five years under the fire, and her mind was so groggy that she drank a few cups of coffee in the night, as if she had exhausted all the energy in her body, and was forced to fall asleep.

When Sherlock came back, what he saw was John and Connie sleeping on their heads, the tips of their noses touching at this time, and the distance was so close that they couldn't get closer, Sherlock could see at a glance that the two of them had been in this position for at least more than two hours.

He stood there in silence, and suddenly stepped forward, pulled the blanket and wrapped Connie in it, leaving John alone on the couch.

The fires had been extinguished, and it was winter, and the cold was still permeating the house.

The residual heat didn't last long, and John woke up with a freeze.

He squinted, looked at the letters scattered on the couch, and got up and walked to Sherlock's room with a dazed expression.

"Sherlock?" The hand paused, "......"

The short blond hair was a mess, but it wasn't as messy as his eyes were at this point.

#他身高一米九的小伙伴正抱着身高一米六的另一个小伙伴#

#睡得香喷喷#

There was a faint fragrance in the room, and Sherlock had probably just returned.

"Close the door." A sentence popped up on the bed.

John was shocked: "You didn't sleep?" ”

Sherlock didn't answer, and John paused and whispered, "If you haven't slept, come out and talk for a while." ”

"It's about her." With that, John closed the door.

There was no movement in the room.

John lit the fire again, added a few sticks of firewood, poured two cups of coffee, sat on the couch and waited for Sherlock.

A few minutes later, he came out.

John drank half a cup of coffee and watched Sherlock with drooping eyes, as if in a daze.

He sighed, so he took the initiative to ask, "She's very sad." ”

"It's just a feeling, but I think she's always been an optimistic and cheerful little girl, but last night ...... I could feel her mood...... There seemed to be some struggle, some sadness, although she didn't show it in the slightest. ”

“hy？” He looked sideways and frowned.

John felt like he was heartbroken.

#就算谈了恋爱#

#夏洛克的情商还是时高时低地可怕#

"You really don't understand? Or pretend not to understand? Or never cared? "Sherlock is so special to Erin that even he thinks it's obviously abnormal, let alone Connie?

However, the woman is dead.

If she really is, what special does it mean to Sherlock......

#约翰好像忽然能理解康妮那么伤心的缘故#

#尽管这缘故与真相丝毫不搭边#

"Do you like that woman?"

"Erin Adler."

John looked at Sherlock with burning eyes, a vivid fire in his eyes.

Sherlock didn't answer, and normally, he would.

He once said that he had no interest in love.

Suddenly there was movement in the room.

John turned his head, but Sherlock was already on his feet, and rushed forward with a lunge.

John's heart was relieved again, and it seemed that Sherlock still cared about Connie very much.

John sat down on the couch and let out another long sigh.

If you have the chance, you should really give Sherlock a taste of "jealousy".

"Sherlock?" There was no movement for a long time, and suddenly there was a loud noise in the room, which startled me.

John got up and ran over and saw the broken glass in the room.

"What's going on?" He asked, and suddenly reacted, Connie was gone.

"Where's Connie?"

Sherlock's face was terrifying, and he was holding a pink post-it note in his hand.

He walked over and looked, and it was written in beautiful font.

“FAREELL.”

"Who left the note?" John walked over and looked at it, and a little bad premonition came to his heart.

Sherlock's face was gloomier than the sky outside the window.

·

When Connie woke up, lying on the roof, the raindrops falling sparsely, but not hitting her body, and there was a transparent glass window above it.

#吓#

"Awake?" A figure came from below, and Connie sat up to find herself lying on the roof in her pajamas, while a pot was cooking on the balcony.

The smell wafted over her, making her index finger flutter.

"Lean meatballs, eat some?" Mary raised her hand and smiled at her.

"Why am I here?" Didn't she fall asleep in 221B......

Connie got up and subconsciously lowered the roof, although it was only a meter high, she was still frightened by her nimble hands and feet.

Seeing Connie look down at herself strangely, Mary smiled knowingly: "I gave you some supplements, don't be surprised, come here." ”

Connie approached her, looked at the lean meatballs in the pot, and swallowed.

The two of them fished a bowl and ran back to the roof, listening to the sound of rain while eating.

Long.

"You haven't said why I'm here?"

"I brought you here."

Connie: "......"

#过程她大概不必问了#

"Where have you been these days?"

"I'm going home."

The two spoke in unison.

Connie was stunned, looked at Mary, and said stupidly, "Go home?!" ”

"Well, I've found a way, and I've got in touch with my sister, I'm going to find her."

Speaking of this, she smiled, with a subtle smile in her smile: "It was because of her that I came here in the first place...... I came to you today to ask, I'll be leaving next month, do you want to come along? ”

Connie didn't know how to answer, so she just sat still.

Mary's eyes saw through her hesitation: "Reluctance to go? ”

Connie turned around in confusion and nodded.

Mary laughed, "You're straightforward. ”

There was a little melancholy in the smile, and those blue eyes reminded Connie of Moriarty.

She pursed her lips, "Give me some time to think about it." ”

Mary smiled, "I've informed 221B, you can stay with me for a few days and then go back." Thinking of the note she had left behind, Mary secretly said that it would be better for Sherlock to know her.

As soon as Connie said this, she remembered Irene Adler's matter, and nodded annoyedly: "It's okay." ”

Time flew by, and in 221B, it had already been a very gloomy week.

John who followed Sherlock was the most distressed, Sherlock hid Connie's departure, and he himself was caught in an infinite loop of cases, among which the most troublesome for John was that Erin Adler.

The person who thought he was dead was alive again, and not only that, but he also appeared in Sherlock's bed.

#睡得香喷喷#

"That's Connie's bed!" John roared out.

Sherlock glanced at him, "That's my bed." ”

John puffed out his mouth and glared at Sherlock angrily, "You know what I mean! ”

Sherlock didn't speak, just looked at him.

John was sad and heartbroken.

The two walked out of the room and waited in the living room for the woman to wake up.

She had wet hair and was even wearing Sherlock's dressing gown.

There was silence for a long time, and the wood crackled, just like John's mood now.

"Sherlock." John spoke.

Sherlock looked at him, but his eyes were a little sloppy: "? ”

"Maybe Moriarty took Connie away, aren't you in a hurry?"

“……”

"I mean really!"

Sherlock still didn't react.

John felt like he was going to smoke.

"Imagine Connie lying on Moriarty's boat, like Irene, and the two of them sleeping together, eating together, going in and out together, and then hugging and kissing...... They'll form families, they'll have a whole bunch of children, and you'll just be an irrelevant stranger! "John Watson began to use his huge imagination.

"Impossible."

This determined tone stunned John.

"How could it be?"

"I said it couldn't be." He replied quickly.

John hugged his forehead: "Love is something that cannot be controlled, what if?" ”

"Not to mention the good or bad of this society, as far as love is concerned, Moriarty does better than you."

At least people knew about sending gems and flowers five years ago.

And all you know is to let people cut their brains.

John remembered the gossip he had heard from Lestrade, and muttered to himself.

To this day, he occasionally thinks that Connie's crush on Sherlock is simply abnormal.

John was about to say a few more words before giving up, but he saw Sherlock's gaze, staring at him motionlessly, and he was immediately frightened, but he couldn't say anything.

It took a long time for him to withdraw his gaze.

"I'll give her another freedom."

John's eyebrows moved: "What freedom?" ”

"Freedom of choice at once."

"The only time."

"If she chooses to stay."

"I'm not going to let her go away from me again."

This domineering word that only appeared in the middle came out of Sherlock Holmes's mouth.

John was so shocked that his scalp tingled, and goosebumps popped up all over his body.

He shuddered as he looked into Sherlock's deep, dangerous eyes, and for the first time thought that he might not know Sherlock at all.

Everyone, there is a dark side.

But he always thought that Sherlock's darkest side was shooting bullets at walls when the case was boring or there was no case.

Or for a dangerous case, ingesting the underworld, getting into fights, taking drugs...... and so on.

It was already the darkest time he could imagine about Sherlock.

But all the things he had ever met, all he had imagined, the dark side of Sherlock, was no match for the look he had now.