Connie woke up three days later in the morning, still pale with the nutrient solution on her body.

But what made her feel a little comforted was that this time she was lying on a large bed, and the surrounding buildings were almost as white as they were, as ruthless as death.

There are also some familiar flavors.

It wasn't until Sherlock walked into the room in a lab coat that she relaxed.

What followed was a sudden cry of joy.

It must have been when she was asleep that Sherlock brought her back.

"I thought I'd die in there!" She couldn't help but cry, the feeling of being trapped in cold and despair, but not being able to control and not being able to escape, was terrible.

Sherlock handed over the hot milk and patted her on the head.

Connie took it and took a sip and exhaled comfortably.

"Where is this?" She looked at the mess around her, furniture and instruments in a room that looked like a private domain.

"My real room." Sherlock replied, pulling the needle from the back of her hand and turning back to the monitor in the corner.

After a while, a waiter came in with a food cart.

"Young Master." The little guy in the white shirt and black bow tie bowed respectfully to Sherlock, and then quickly put the prepared food on the table under Connie's slightly stunned gaze...... Moved to Connie's face.

Connie, who was immersed in the handsome guy's handsome eyebrows, saw people approaching, and immediately came back to her senses from his title of "young master".

"Thank you, thank you." She replied and saw the little brother's bright smile.

Ma Ma, she just now, she seems to be fascinated by a little brother!

The old man blushed, and she waved her hand at the little brother who bowed to Sherlock.

Oh my God, my old face is gone.

Thanks to the fact that she was completely bloodless, even if she blushed, it was only physiological, and the congestion process did not spread to her cheeks.

Sherlock sat on a stool beside the bed, studying his reality directly.

He knew a little bit of Connie's character, so he naturally knew that she would take the initiative to eat by herself.

But she didn't see her do it.

Dislike?

Sherlock, who hadn't heard the movement, looked to the left and saw the man who had left the room with a blank look on his face, with a trance in his eyes.

"Uncomfortable?" He reached out and probed her forehead.

"You're so handsome...... Sherlock, the little guys who work in your house, are they all so handsome? Connie swears that she just feels comforted by her handsome face and smile when she comes back from the dead.

“……”

"Huh? ……！ Connie, who came to her senses, saw Sherlock's silent eyes.

Pill!

"I, I'm just talking casually...... "I definitely don't mean to covet your waiter!"

However, seeing that Sherlock's low pressure did not improve, he turned around and continued his real life.

"Why don't you eat together?" Connie asked cautiously.

"Nope." He refused.

Connie lifted the lid and took a sip of the hot soup.

"What are you doing?"

"The maximum harm of the Ebola virus to parasites." He replied coldly.

Connie nodded, "Oh......"

Half a year later, the silver spoon hit the ground.

"Ebola! That Ebola! "The most dangerous virus in history, she still has this common sense!

She looked at Sherlock in disbelief, "You're researching such a dangerous thing in your own home. ”

Sherlock looked at her. Helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"This was originally my private room."

Connie froze, and then remembered what was wrong.

"But I've been lying here for so long, and you're just doing it here! What if I get the virus! Connie wanted to cry without tears, and her appetite disappeared at once.

Finally rescued, is she going to die under Sherlock's real yàn?

She knew that her life was not so good......

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, looking at Connie with a loveless face, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

This stupid hamster.

The next second, I saw her face trembling.

"Forget it, even if you die, you have to be a full ghost!" Watching her quickly eliminate the food on the table, the corners of Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly.

"Lie to you."

"......" is immersed in her own grief and the struggle to eat for her last meal, and Connie directly ignores Sherlock's words.

Five minutes later, the table was ruthlessly taken away.

Connie looked at Sherlock with teary eyes, "I haven't eaten yet." "She's only had half a bowl of soup and a few mouthfuls of rice!

"You just woke up and haven't eaten in a few days, eat less and eat again later." Sherlock ignored her pleas and had all the food taken away.

"Anyway, I don't have much to live, and you won't let me eat a full meal......"

"......" this bear child.

"No, you're fine." In desperation, Sherlock reached out and scratched directly on the top of Connie's head, and a moment later a new chicken nest head was baked, and he withdrew his hand in satisfaction, continuing his practice.

Connie, who didn't know that she was being comforted just now: "......"

#她到底做错了什么这个世界要这么残忍地对待她#

On the other side of the monitor, a noblewoman in gorgeous clothes watched with relish.

"I think it's a bit of a pity to be a sister." Mrs. Holmes, the two geniuses stroked the neck that was not on the chin, and made a very imaginative expression.

Old Sherlock Holmes: "......"

and McCroft: "...... What does mom mean? ”

"I think my daughter-in-law is good." She clapped her hands excitedly, as if she had found her purpose in life.

Old Sherlock Holmes: "......"

Dumbfounded Mycroft: "She's only 13!" "There are still four children!

"What does it matter! Since this girl can take Sherlock home, don't waste it, and if you can be a wife, you must never be a sister! It took more than twenty years to catch such a possibility, and I must not let her go......" Mrs. Holmes's tone seemed a little dangerous, like a big bad wolf staring at a fat sheep.

Old Sherlock Holmes: "......"

Speechless Mycroft: "But there are no signs now, it's not good to force it, let alone Sherlock......"

My mother glared at him fiercely: "I didn't let them do it now, your younger brother with negative emotional intelligence, thinks he is incomparably smart, I don't believe in cultivating since childhood, I can't contribute to such a pair!" Compared with her eldest son, who opened meat at the age of fifteen, she was really heartbroken for this youngest son who was still a virgin at 23.

"What do you think, my dear?"

Old Sherlock Holmes: "......"

"Honey?"

“???”

Unable to stop his own ambitious mother, Mycroft sighed deeply: "In short, don't go overboard." "Otherwise, Sherlock didn't know how to react, especially Connie......

The eldest brother always felt that Sherlock's special treatment of Connie came from her special physique and appetizing craftsmanship.

He'd seen Sherlock indifferent to the food made by his chef at home.

On the other hand, he would eat the food that Connie had made, even if it was less than he was used to.

Some things may have a special connection between them, and Connie may have been sent by God to save Sherlock.

Glancing at the two people in the monitor, Mycroft was ready to let his family go with the flow......

I don't know that I have been entrusted with the important task of "saving Sherlock" and Sherlock's own mother is "bound to use all means to abduct Connie as a daughter-in-law": she is really hungry......