Around noon, Sherlock returned on time.

Connie thanked him happily, and since the great god was a relatively cold person, Connie put it on shamelessly......

"A cup of coffee, two pieces of sugar, a little hot, Mr. be careful~"

"What would you like to eat at noon?" Do you have any favorite foods? "If you take the money, you have to do good things!

Connie has always been very conscious of reads;

Looking at her courteous attitude, Sherlock did not doubt him, only snorted lightly, took the coffee she handed over and drank it in one gulp.

"You've really made the wrong choice."

"Huh?"

"You like such trivial things?" Otherwise, how could he accept such a job and refuse the mention he had given earlier?

“…… It's okay. "The main thing is that there is silver, wood, and wood!?

It seemed to see what she was thinking, but Sherlock didn't understand it even more: "In that case, then why don't you accept my previous proposal, you must know that as my assistant, I only need you to do some tedious work that is not as cumbersome as these, although it requires your care and patience, but compared to this job, it is much easier, and I will pay more." He raised his head slightly, and a faint cyan mark appeared on his white and tender chin.

Stubble?

Connie shook off, a little confused, and mentions? What mentions yì?

…… Cut the brain slice!?

"No, sir, that job is too bloody, not to mention that I am still a 12-year-old child, not enough to be your assistant to do such a delicate work, besides...... The knives at home can't stand it either. "221 is one of the few places that makes her feel safe, and when she is tidying up, she has to endure the severed hands of people in the refrigerator from time to time, and if she is allowed to take a kitchen knife and slice it on the head every day, she will not be able to stand it.

"Bloody? Why don't you feel bloody when you scrape fish scales and cut chickens and ducks? I see you seem to be very skilled...... As for tools, I will naturally provide professional tools, you don't have common sense to think that the head is really cut with a kitchen knife, right? As soon as he raised his eyebrows, a kind of contempt for him naturally came out, but it was a pity that Connie, who should be angry, was speechless.

"Chickens and ducks are the same as people...... she retorted weakly, thinking that it was better for her to pretend to be deaf and dumb in the second half of the sentence.

Sherlock glanced sideways, glanced at her, and then took it back, staring at the cup in his hand with no waves: "It's nothing different." ”

Connie looked up a little embarrassed, but saw that he was staring at the cup in his hand, as if he was in a daze, but not like it.

"In short, thank you, sir, for the job you provided, but that person is a real assistant like yàn, I don't think I can do it with my current ability, and as for this job, if Mr. Sherlock doesn't want to, he can take it back."

She was fixed, she couldn't say what she felt in her heart, she only felt a little sour, and a little boring.

So much so that she obviously wanted this job very much, and those words, as well as those unkind tones, couldn't help but come out.

As soon as these words came out, Sherlock put away his original posture and stared at Connie uncharacteristically, his eyes focused.

Connie was not afraid of the gaze, and for a moment, she looked up and looked into those eyes without hesitation.

Slightly stunned.

Those eyes are very bright.

It's like a cloudy alley, in the dark clouds, suddenly shining a small beam of sunlight.

He held the fingers of the coffee cup and gently wiped the corners of his slightly raised mouth, and his slender and white fingers brought out a dance-like posture, like a flying fish in the air.

"What are you laughing at?" Connie was a little angry, and she was awkward and angry here, and Sherlock thought it was funny?

(￣ー￣)reads;。

“nothing.” For a long time, he chuckled and shook his head.

The depression in her heart was like a balloon that had been punctured, and she didn't even have time to question it.

oh,*！

Is her aunt, who she hasn't seen for a long time, coming, and her love fluctuates so much today!

"Ahh Thinking like this, she suddenly felt a throbbing pain in her stomach, like a swift wave hitting her.

The lower abdomen seemed to be stuffed into two excavators in an instant.

her*er！

Don't be so crow's mouth!

Connie wanted to cry without tears.

Seeing her sit on the carpet with her legs limp, Sherlock clearly didn't expect this scene.

“what-g？”

Connie clutched her stomach: "Uh...... I think I'm ...... Auntie, oh, the menstrual affair is coming. Regardless of her shyness, she subconsciously spoke, and her tone of gritted teeth was much stronger than before.

She used to come at the age of 13, and she was still influenced by her friends, but she crossed over to live with Mrs. Hudson, a postmenopausal woman, and why did she come so early?

What a reason!

She scolded in her heart, but her stomach hurt so much that she couldn't stand up, and she struggled to look up, and all she saw was Sherlock's sluggish face.

...... "She's better on her own."

Connie, who was curled up into a ball, was pale, couldn't stand up at all, and the pain immediately became worse when she moved, and her face was distorted, but she was suddenly picked up by volley.

"Sherlock?"

"I'll take you to the hospital."

"No... I'll just drink some brown sugar water. "Because this was sent to the hospital by Sherlock, it wasn't a pain, but a pain and a shame.

The disdainful tone carried a slight helplessness and concern: "Who said that this is menstruation, you have acute appendicitis, and if you don't do the cutting surgery quickly, you may die...... Connie, I don't know what to say about you. ”

“…… What did you say? "Acute appendicitis?

"But my whole lower abdomen hurts...... And I haven't had appendicitis before......" She was stunned, feeling a slight jolt in her chest at her right shoulder, hugging him and chuckling disdainfully.

"Of course you won't, I've never heard of anyone having two appendixes. Besides......" Sherlock glanced in the direction she was clutching her stomach, a mocking gaze into her eyes mercilessly, "No one is qualified to judge his own illness. ”

Connie's throat was blocked, and she silently changed her hand to a different position, and her whole body twitched in pain under the light press.

* She doesn't have the strength to scold anymore......