Ten minutes later, Connie, who had been spicy and smashed by flowers, stood in front of the full-length mirror, feeling like a delicate New Year's doll.

It's just that the style is more inclined to the Western European retro court.

Touching the silky fabric on her body, she was pleasantly surprised by the texture of this brand of clothes.

But I was still very panicked inside.

"Okay, now that you're wearing my clothes, then you're mine." Philomena's domineering words smashed on her head, making her unable to recover for a long time.

After a long time, she touched the price card, and at a glance, her soul was broken.

"So expensive!" Her eyes widened, this would be enough for her to eat for a year!

Lucia and Christina looked at each other and smiled, probably taking for the hillbilly expression like Connie.

Philomena took it for granted: "It's just a fraction of my monthly pocket money, and of course, as my attendant, this etiquette still needs to be there." ”

Connie's heart is complicated.

"No, I can't accept it." She looked at Philomena and earnestly refused.

"You have to accept it." She said haughtily.

"If you don't accept it, I'll tear this clothes, and then sue the police that you tore my clothes."

Connie looked at her in disbelief: "What did you say!?" ”

"Anyway, you've already worn this dress, and you have your DNA on it, and of course you'll often believe me, because I bought this dress!"

Connie: "......" She was speechless.

This fried little brat!

"Why do you have to ask me to be your sidekick?" Connie asked, tired.

"Because I'm going to rob all my friends who belong to R! Stomp underfoot! She was arrogant.

Connie held her forehead: "Hey, isn't it too face-saving to say in front of the person under your feet......?"

Philomena suddenly realized: "It's the same, then let's do it again tomorrow in front of R." ”

Connie's heart is about to dry up: "You won't see her tomorrow......"

Philomena was furious: "What did you say!? ”

"Because tomorrow is Saturday...... "There are no classes on the weekend.

"Ahem, well, let's do it next week. If you come to my house on the weekend, I will give you a good training. ”

“……”

"Don't try to run away! I'll send a car to pick you up. Philomena sat down on the edge of the pool at some point, looked at Connie from above, and pointed her right hand straight at her, like a king.

"Thank you so much." Connie looked at her faintly.

"Well, it's a bit polite." Philomena smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

Connie: "Huh. ”

When she came out of the toilet, Connie was really loveless.

Not to mention that she was forcibly changed into a doll suit, even her old clothes were thrown away by Philomena.

This girl threw it away and didn't even tell her to throw it there.

Thankfully, she didn't put that little yellow floral coat out today.

Before Philomena left, she also explicitly forbade not to carry a bag larger than her head, thinking about the chain bag in the schoolbag that could hold her fist at most, and she wanted to die.

By the time she reached the gate, Connie was gasping for breath from exhaustion.

"Alas......" is really annoying, if only R was there.

Connie was distressed.

#还做什么校草啊#

#做校草的女人差不多#

#毕竟俊酷如r应该会罩着她吧#

She had completely forgotten that she was looking at the corpse with a calm face, and the Queen of Quasi-Grass and Mysteries was crying at the blood on the ground.

"Smack!" As soon as the green light came on, Connie was about to lift her feet across the sidewalk, but was hit head-on by someone who rushed from nowhere.

Fell to the ground like a stiff doll.

My ass hurts......

It took a while for Connie to come back to her senses and rub her aching ass, and there was no one around.

Damn, today's luck is so bad!

Stiffening to her feet, Connie rubbed back into 221b with a broken expression.

Just in time for lunch.

Mrs. Hudson was eating omelet rice, and 221b was fragrant.

Connie moved her nose and opened the door to see the Hudsons and Sherlock and Lestrade sitting at the table.

"Oh, Connie? How did you come back......"

Lestrade waved at Connie with his share: "Hey, I passed by a new Chinese restaurant today, and I heard that this omelet rice is selling very well, come and try it." ”

What an enthusiastic police officer.

Connie put down her bag, took the plate that Lestrade had handed her, and ate it with relish.

"Where have you been?" Sherlock suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at Connie and asked.

Connie was dumbfounded: Could it be that Sherlock is so godly that she even knows about her kidnapping by those three Barbies?

"I'm at school." She was a little weak and didn't want to talk about being threatened.

"You're lying." It didn't take time, and as soon as Connie finished speaking, Sherlock spat out the sentence.

Connie's face suddenly turned red.

"I was really in school and hadn't been anywhere else......"

"Huh? How come I don't remember you had this dress? No wonder...... I said how much cuter it looks than usual...... Mrs. Hudson interjected suddenly, looking at Connie's clothes and commenting.

"Wow~'s clothes, is it an imitation? It's not like it......"

Seeing that Mrs. Hudson actually saw the sign, Connie couldn't hide it anymore.

"I was blocked by three girls at school today, and there was a female classmate named Philomena, who asked her little attendant to change this dress for me, and said that she wanted me to be her attendant." Connie said with some weakness.

Sure enough, Mrs. Hudson's questions and curiosity suddenly increased.

Connie didn't know how to answer, especially Mrs. Hudson's question of why you should be a squire, and what is the necessary relationship between being a screet and changing clothes.

God knows how Philomena's worldview and logical thinking came to be.

In the middle of the question, a hand suddenly reached Connie's waist.

Before she could react, there was a 'tear' sound, and a piece of cloth on the lace side of her waist was torn off.

Connie looked at the torn side of her dress in disbelief and looked up at Sherlock...... And the strip of cloth in his hand: "......".

"You're crazy!"

"Do you know how expensive this dress is!?"

She can't afford to pay even if she publishes a newspaper for a year!

Connie wanted to pick up the lid and smash it on top of Sherlock's head.

And the truth is, she couldn't even say that you are crazy.

Just stared at him dumbfounded, Sherlock.

"Is it blood?" Lestrade suddenly saw the blood stains on the cloth, took it and carefully identified it: "This is human blood." ”

His expression became a little solemn, and he turned to look at Connie: "Connie, are you injured?" ”

Connie also saw the bloodstain at this time, the size of her thumb, and suddenly was a little stunned: "No." ”

The stunned expression made her look really stupid.

Immediately, Connie was surrounded by three big men, and there were also slight blood stains on the cuffs of her left arm, as well as on the hem of her left leg.

Sherlock didn't say a word.

Connie strongly believes that he did it on purpose.

After all, he is a man who will lie on the ground to observe even when he encounters a dead body.

Why can't a living person like her get the treatment he deserves?

[Sad and indignant face! 】

Finally, Connie looked at the suit that could no longer be called a dress, broken here and there, how could she explain to Philomena?

She must have thought that she had torn the garment on purpose.

A grief-stricken Connie had a look on her face that was about to burst into tears.

"It's human blood." After carefully identifying the pieces piece by piece, Lestrade determined the result.

Then a room full of four people looked at Connie.

"There is most of the blood on the left side of the clothes, there is a small amount of dust on the right side and the back of the pants, the rest is clean, you must have been hit by someone in a short period of time, the blood should have been stained at that time, do you remember that person?" Sherlock made a judgment and asked Connie to extract the most likely memory.

Hit?

Connie remembered the person who hit her at the traffic light and nodded, "Yes, I was hit and fell at the traffic light in front of the school, but I didn't see anyone......"

She looked at the blood on the shards, and was sure that there was no blood on the cuffs and waist when she changed her clothes, so the only possibility was that the person had hit her.

#然而她还是很悲伤#

"At the school gate?" Sure enough, Lestrade's face turned extremely bad.

"I heard that a math teacher at St. Paul's Girls' High School died today, is it ......?"

Connie nodded when she saw Lestrade mention it: "Yes, that is the math teacher who was supposed to come to our class today, but I don't know his name, it was R who met his body halfway through, and when I got there, his blood was already bleeding." Connie said sadly.

Sorry for this unknown math teacher.

Obviously he doesn't look very old.

As soon as Connie's words fell, the audience suddenly fell silent, and even the sound of breathing could be heard.

This moment of silence caught Connie's attention.

Looking at the four people who looked straight over, Connie was a little worried: "What, what's wrong......