After spending a week at Mary's private residence, Connie finally decided to go back to 221b.

Although she is still torn between the choice of whether to go home or not, she is still Sherlock's girlfriend, the daughter of Mrs. Hudson and Henry, and so many friends...... You can't just leave without saying a word, right?

So, on a rainy night, Connie took Mary's private jet back to Baker Street.

#玛丽竟然有私人飞机#

#这简直吓到她了#

There were no people on the streets, and the sound of rain on the streets was not small, but fortunately the rain itself was not heavy.

"Three weeks, you'll have to think about it." Mary took Connie's hand, squeezed the back of her hand, and smiled.

Connie opened her mouth, but still didn't ask.

Countless times in the past week, she wondered if she should ask the question that was most important to her—"Will you ever come back?"

But traveling through time is not a casual and ordinary trip, and if she could go back and forth freely, there would be no need for Mary to ask her so solemnly, and to be honest, she was reluctant to do anything here.

Everything that used to be seems far away.

Connie had already made a decision, and she thought she just needed some support.

The rain was getting lighter, Connie walked through the empty street, unlocked the door, it was pitch black, Mrs. Hudson didn't seem to be at home, Connie looked up and saw the fire leaking through the crack in the door on the second floor, she paused, and strode up to the second floor.

If it was the night before the end of the world, would you have dinner with me?" Connie pushed open the door and saw Sherlock sitting on the couch and Erin Adler half-kneeling in his bathrobe.

The distance between the two is so close that they can breathe.

Connie: "......"

"You go on." Connie's face froze, she closed the door directly, turned around and ran down the stairs, and when she opened the door, she saw Mary on the other side who was about to turn around.

"Mary!" Connie rushed over and ran to her, a little face flushed with anger.

"Changed my mind! I'm going back! She muffled, taking Mary's hand.

Mary was stunned by the sudden change, and turned her head to look at the second-floor window of 221b, where two figures were standing.

One man and one woman.

Mary raised her eyebrows: "Happened to the scene of the accident?" ”

Connie burst into tears of uncontrol, leaning into Mary's arms, and the days of uneasiness burst into her heart at the sight of the scene.

"Bastard." She scolded and wept bitterly.

"Connie?" There was someone behind the exchange, Connie raised her head, and looked at John with a blur of tears, he saw Connie crying violently, frowned fiercely, and then looked at the second-floor window, and when he saw Erin standing by the window, his eyes sank.

"What's going on, Connie." John approached Connie with Aton's bag of takeaway food in his hand, with a look of guilt on his face.

A black van was parked downstairs, Connie turned her head and saw Sherlock coming downstairs in his coat, he was looking this way, and the man in black got out of the car and handed him an envelope.

But he didn't look at it, but walked quickly to the other side.

Mary smiled: "Looks like he still cares about you." ”

Connie never imagined that one day she would connect Sherlock with the word Flowerheart.

"I think all men in the world are the same." Connie said a little tiredly, with a hint of weakness in her tone.

That's a reluctant admission – if even someone like Sherlock would split his legs – so is Erin the "true love" or is she the "accident"?

Connie hated the feeling.

Mary smiled: "Yes, all men in the world are the same. ”

I don't know why, it sounds a little sad.

John listened to the words of the two and disagreed, "I would never do such a thing as splitting my legs!" ”

Mary gave him a wink: "You ill see."

Connie came back to her senses, looked at Mary's eyes that seemed to shine strangely, and grabbed her sleeve: "What's the matter?" ”

John was inexplicable.

Seeing that Sherlock was about to come to his eyes.

Connie hurriedly pulled Mary's sleeve: "Hurry up! ”

Mary looked at her helplessly and reached out to take her wrist: "Okay." ”

"Connie!" Sherlock's shout made Connie tremble, and white light flashed all around him, and John was so frightened that the strap in his hand fell to the ground.

Sherlock paused at his feet and ran as fast as he could.

He reached out and seemed to grasp a piece of clothing, pulling it over with all his might.

The white light flashed, and the two figures fell to the ground, unconscious.

Sherlock took the person into his arms and probed her breathing, a pair of heterochromatic pupils flashing a hint of darkness on his pale face.

John looked at Mary, who had fainted on the ground, and hurriedly picked her up.

"Sherlock, don't stay put! Go to the hospital! John roared, and Sherlock rushed into the black car with the man in his arms.

"The Boss wants to see you." The man in black in the car spoke.

Sherlock didn't look up: "Tell him that the password to the phone is my name." Now, get off! ”

"What?" The person in front was stunned, but John had already put Mary in the car, and then opened the passenger door to pull the person out of the car.

The black car drove away, and after the man in black made a call, he stood guard all the way to the door of 221b.

In the hospital, both Connie and Mary fell into a coma, but the hospital apparently couldn't figure out why.

Sherlock and John were guarding the door, and John was looking at Sherlock, "What did she see?" ”

Sherlock looked up at him, but didn't speak.

After a few days together, John knew some of Erin's habits, and it was an unusual woman.

"You've really her off this time, I heard her say she wants to go home." John shook his head and looked at Sherlock with a faint helplessness, "You said before that you would respect her choice, so it means that you don't care if she can't go back, right?" ”

Sherlock's green eyes looked at John's blue eyes in the blazing light, revealing a glimmer of light.

"I regretted it."

John choked his throat: "When?" ”

Sherlock was motionless: "Just now." ”

John: "And you're still with Erin... Let Connie misunderstand? ”

"Nope."

"What not? She's standing in front of the window in your bathrobe, and anyone will look suspicious! ”

John thought that if his girlfriend was in the same room with other men like this, he would definitely have the backbone to break up first.

"Sherlock, imagine Connie in Moriarty's dressing gown, staying in a room with him intimately, kissing, hugging, holding hands, eating and sleeping together, and even □□...... How do you feel about this? John earnestly extracts a typical example, trying to arouse Sherlock's jealousy.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and glared at John like a knife.

John: "...... I'm just telling you that there are some rules in love that are indestructible. ”

Sherlock frowned: "What rules?" ”

John almost suffered a heart attack: "For example, you can't cheat!" ”

Sherlock frowned: "I didn't cheat. ”

"I'm not you." He added.

John was beaten upside down, and his heart was even more angry: "Then what did you do to make Connie so angry?" ”

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "I'm checking her pulse." ”

John: "......" If it's just to take a pulse, it won't make Connie misunderstand, right?

Or is Erin Adler a woman who is really too special for Sherlock?

The door was gradually opened.

John looked into Connie's eyes, and his heart was empty, and he didn't know why.

Sherlock looked up and saw Connie approaching, taking her hand, reaching out to him, rubbing his nose against him, and stepping back an inch as his nose touched it.

"Do you want to probe her like this?" Her expressionless little face said coldly.

John gasped and looked at the two of them at this time, looking at Sherlock with a "Brother 666" expression.

Sherlock is steady, he is convinced.

Sherlock took Connie's small hand with one hand, and with the other hand wrapped around her waist, he took her whole person into his arms and kissed her expressionless little face directly.

The pink red lips are gently gnawed and entangled.

Connie froze, and John stiffened his neck and leaned back.

"Fod's Sake! The people who came and went in the corridor had already looked at her with strange eyes, especially Connie's petite and incomplete body, which made everyone think of her as an underage child.

In fact, Connie's age is indeed not very old, and at Sherlock's age, it is inevitable that there is a feeling of an old cow eating tender grass.

Connie shrank and reached out to put her hand around Sherlock's shoulder, pulling her lips away.

"Don't think you'll get away with it!"

She looked up angrily, her crystal eyes looked into his green pupils glowing with blue light, as if she saw a secluded meadow, and the next second, the thick aura covered again.

"Uh......-huh," Connie's eyes widened.

#这小子什么时候吻技这么好了! #

#岂可修! #

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded anymore, John exhaled physically and mentally exhausted, and silently walked to the bathroom.

It took a while for Connie to pant out of Sherlock's mouth, and the first thing she did was cover her mouth and blushed as she looked at Sherlock's shiny lips.

Unexpectedly, the next second, he took out a small ring from his pocket.

Connie looked at the doughnut-shaped diamond on it, and was stunned for a moment, and the next second, she was caught off guard by him on her ring finger.

"What are you doing?" She asked, stunned.

Sherlock looked at the ring on her hand, "Can you still do it?" An exchange of tokens, of course. ”

Connie took a deep breath, "You're proposing?" When will the ring be prepared? ”

Sherlock thought for a moment: "Last month. ”

Connie: "......"

Connie: "Didn't you say you were going to give me the chance to choose?" ”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow: "Didn't I say I regretted it?" ”

Connie: "......"

After a while, she squinted: "Then if I go back, who else do you want to give this ring to?" ”

He burst out laughing, but didn't say a word.

Connie swore to ask this time, so she stretched out two hands and grabbed the soft flesh on his face: "Say it quickly!" Who else do you want to give this ring to?! ”

The dignified detective's face was crumpled into a very ridiculous appearance, and when John came out of the bathroom, he saw a mouthful of big white teeth that Sherlock was "forced" to show, and the diamond ring on his cheek, on Connie's left ring finger, which was more shiny than the big white teeth.

John: ".................."

He just went to the toilet last time, how did he feel that he had missed 500 years???

The author has something to say: This chapter, I don't know if it's sweet, oops~~~ 166 reading network