In the summer of 2011, Connie woke up in a pristine white room to find herself in a coma for five years.

This is not the first time.

However, more than doubts and uneasiness, she was more worried about the fact that she still has not been able to stand up.

When McCroft was asked about Sherlock, he always avoided answering.

It scared and saddened her, and Mrs. Hudson, Mr. Henry, I don't know what happened to them......

"Connie, you'll need to do some rehabilitation, and when you're getting better, go and surprise Sherlock yourself." Finally, Mycroft said to her.

So, she began a long rehabilitation.

In fact, it was only a month, but it was a long enough month for her, but it was already a good speed for a teenager who hadn't been able to get out of bed for five years and was only surviving on nutrients.

#她还是一个正在发育中的孩子啊#

After persevering for a month, she managed to become good friends with the researchers at the base - a group of people who watched her sleep for five years.

"The sun is big, be careful."

"If you have any questions, you can contact us immediately, you have both phone and email."

"Take care of yourself, Connie."

……

Mycroft stood outside the door and watched the group of men say goodbye to the little girl, his face full of reluctant love.

Connie has always been a likable child, there is no doubt about that, otherwise she would not have been better off with these people than friends within a month of waking up.

McCroft took a deep breath and thought about five years ago.

He had been associating those with Connie, but the investigation over the past few years had proved that this was not the case, and after eliminating all the threats of Connie, he was left to make amends.

The elongated SUV slowly drove away, looking out the window at the countryside, Connie and McCroft each taking one side.

"Connie, I'm sorry." Mycroft spoke first.

The sun was shining on the back of her hand, and there was a slight tingling sensation, and Connie looked at her hand blankly: "Forhat? ”

“hurtingyou。”

"Why don't you tell me about them? I slept for five years......"

"It's the right time that matters." He looked over and shook Connie's hand with rare tenderness.

Connie stared at him strangely, but she felt that Mycroft looked a little nervous in her eyes...... And a little bit of embarrassment.

"Why the nervousness? Did something happen that embarrassed you? "Weak-hearted. The word came to her mind.

She looked at Mycroft with a suspicious look.

“ell…… You'll know, I just want you to remember, after all, I've been trying to save you, and I've never given up. ”

This situation seems a little weird and ridiculous.

"Okay." Connie took Mycroft's hand, she had always been a generous child.

"No matter what happened, since you healed me, I think I should say thank you to you, let's settle down, and get along well in the future." Mycroft smiled and shook back.

Until Connie knew she was saying this too early.

That's an afterword.

"Mrs. Hudson and Henry are out on a trip, and I think Sherlock should be at home now, with his new companion, John Watson."

Connie was stunned and laughed.

This was something she didn't expect at all.

It seems that the plot has begun, and she and Sherlock didn't say a word about peanuts back then.

"Then I'll go see him first...... Connie's tone was a little sour, "I'll have to talk to mom and dad when they come back, and they won't come to see me." ”

Mycroft pursed his lips and turned his head in embarrassment.

The car put Connie in front of the 221b door and drove away.

Connie felt for the window, and sure enough, she found the spare key.

The old land is no longer what it looks like.

Connie opened the door, her nose a little sour.

"Sherlock?"

"Are you home?"

There is no echo in the house, there seems to be no one.

Connie stood in the silent and unfamiliar room, a little abrupt.

She noticed it from the moment she drove into the center of the city.

A lot has changed here.

Walking upstairs, she pushed open the door to the second floor, panting.

It's a mess inside.

Smiling, Connie couldn't tell if she was happy or lost, maybe both.

"It's really unrealistic......" she touched her sore arm.

Even if she could walk, she seemed to be getting tired much more easily than the average person.

Downstairs, all the kitchen utensils were brand new, and Connie opened it to see that it had not been used, only traces of the microwave oven and the cooking pot had been used.

In the two rooms on the first floor, her one was locked, and Connie went to Mrs. Hudson's room, which clearly showed traces of Henry's life.

"Looks like Henry is safe." Connie muttered happily and pulled a key out of Mrs. Hudson's bedside table.

The key to her room.

When I opened the door, it was still the same inside.

There is no dust inside and it looks like it is being cleaned frequently.

Connie's heart warmed for a moment, looking at the furnishings exactly as when she left, sitting on the soft bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

She's home.

Before the night was late, Connie was tired, and she helped tidy up Sherlock's room in the afternoon—tired, but she found that she seemed to miss it a little, as if she hadn't done anything like it in a long time.

After cooking a bowl of noodles for dinner, she found that her cooking skills had degraded to the same level, but most of the reason was due to her physical fitness, but her sense of taste was much sharper - God knows if it didn't take five years, her taste should have the opposite effect, right?

The weakness of her body caused her to fall into a deep sleep after she finished grooming.

In the middle of the night, the two who had gone out to handle the case finally returned.

"This is not a simple criminal syndicate. Rather, it is a cult. Sherlock took off his gloves as he walked upstairs, and the moment he pushed the door open, he stopped.

John followed and looked at him at the door, "What's wrong?" ”

He stepped forward and noticed Sherlock staring at the room, visibly breathless.

Watson glanced at the room, didn't notice anything wrong, and was about to turn back when he quickly turned back.

Clean and tidy. - Except, of course, on the desk.

There seems to be some faint fragrance.

dyhell。 What his dream apartment looks like.

John made it to the couch with a look of enjoyment: "Who cleaned up, didn't Mrs. Hudson go out on a trip with Henry?" ”

Sherlock walked inside.

John inexplicably felt that his current state seemed to be a little floating.

But I saw him suddenly run out of the house.

John somehow got up and followed, and as if he had gone mad, he ran to the room where Mrs. Hudson did not allow it, and stood there in a daze.

That room, Sherlock and he never went into.

"Sherlock? What are you doing? ”

Sherlock stood in front of the door, staring blankly at the door for a long time before turning his head.

"It's nothing, let's go upstairs."

John: "? ”

"By the way, you just said the cult?" John answered.

Sherlock entered, lying on the couch, seemingly staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"Sherlock? hat‘githyou”

"Sherlock!"

John couldn't help it, roared, looked at Sherlock with blank eyes, and felt that something was wrong.

He was just weird.

“i’day.john.” He seemed to come to his senses.

“oh！” John froze, blinked, and then came back to his senses and looked at Sherlock and nodded.

The strange feeling in my heart is even heavier.

"Okay, then you can rest." John spun around and was about to go back to his room, stopping to look at Sherlock, who seemed to be still in a trance.

Today is probably a strange day. He thought.

But fortunately, he also found a job.

John walked into the room and freshened up to prepare for the spiritual work of tomorrow.

Downstairs, Connie slept dreamless until the next morning.

John got up early, and Sherlock, he seemed to have slept all night.

In the room were the books that had just been delivered by the detective, and Sherlock was already flipping through them.

"Okay, do you need my help?"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and glanced at him, "I think you're on your way to work." ”

John nodded, "Indeed." Well, I'll just take you as a refusal. Have you eaten breakfast? ”

Sherlock didn't look up, "No. "John knew he didn't eat in his case, and he always thought that digestion would affect his thinking.

"Okay, then I'll go." He walked out of the room and to the first floor, just about to open the door.

Faintly, I could smell a burst of aroma.

Connie woke up early.

The kitchenware in the kitchen is very new, but the materials are nothing, many things have become moldy and smelly, after cleaning up yesterday, there are only some not very fresh vegetables and lean meat left in the refrigerator, and when she got up in the morning, Connie boiled some green vegetables and lean porridge.

John approached the kitchen suspiciously, and walked to the door, as if he heard a slight movement inside.

"Anyone? Mrs. Hudson? ”

Connie walked to the door, opened it, and saw a blonde man.

John Watson.

Connie showed a bright smile and stretched out her white hand: "Hello, I'm Connie Hudson. Nice to meet you. ”

“……”

“……”

Five seconds later, Connie awkwardly withdrew her hand.

"Is there something wrong?" Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?

John blinked, winked again.

Seeing Connie's abnormal appearance as thin as possible, my first reaction was really hell.

"Are you...... Mrs. Hudson's daughter? ”

Connie nodded, "Yes, I'm her adopted daughter." ”

She took a step back: "I cooked some porridge, do you want to taste it?" ”

The scent really appealed to John, and Connie was wearing an apron.

She seems to be preparing to make coffee.

But, first and foremost.

John stepped back to the top of the stairs.

"Sherlock."

……

"Sherlock!"

“hat！？” Sherlock pushed the door open.

John pointed to the people around him, not knowing what to say.

Connie looked at Sherlock and took a deep breath, a big smile on her face.

"Hi Sherlock, long time no see."

“……”

“……”

“……”

There was a sudden silence in the air.

John couldn't describe the moment, to put it mildly, there was a feeling that time had stood still.

But no, he's still breathing.

Sherlock walked down the stairs barefoot.

Connie stood in place and found that he seemed to have matured a lot, but he was also handsome and had a lot of charm, but he still looked a little withdrawn.

With his palm lightly touching her cheek, Sherlock looked at the familiar features, his eyes deep and unsure of what he was thinking.

"I should have thought of it a long time ago." Last night. He pursed his lips and felt the slightly cool temperature in his palms.

"Why are you so cold?" He asked.

Connie smirked, "Ell, you know, after all, I've been asleep for five years. ”

John: "??? ”

"But you're not ......," didn't Mrs. Hudson say dead? Could it be that it was another daughter who died? Well, she really didn't mention names.

Sherlock looked at Connie's pale skin and emaciated body, and slowly spat out a word: "McCrof." ”

John: "What? ”

Connie nodded, "He's the one who sent me here." ”

Speaking of which, she looked at Sherlock with some depression.

"Why didn't he say anything when I asked him? When I was at the base, I never saw my parents and you......"

Sherlock suddenly hugged Connie, he was very tall, and his normal figure was also a big hug for Connie, Connie was hugged by the whole person, and she was stunned.

John was dumbfounded.

“it.” Sherlock's voice at this time was gentle enough to drip water.

John pressed his ear in confusion, feeling that something was wrong with his hearing.

Connie hugged him back, Sherlock's strength gentle.

"Sorry for worrying you." Remembering that John was still on her side, she pushed Sherlock away: "Okay...... I boiled porridge and coffee, and my craft was much rustier, after all, I hadn't touched it for five years...... Want to try it? You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? ”

John glanced at Sherlock, of course he really wanted to eat, after all, the smell was good, and he was already hungry.

But Sherlock.

He didn't speak, and was already pulling Connie towards the kitchen.

John:? What about good digestion affecting thinking?

Following, John remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet, like Connie stretched out his hand: "Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm John Watson, Sherlock's colleague." Then she saw the girl take her hand with bright eyes.

Her hands were soft and slightly cool, and her eyes looked as clear and innocent as a fawn.

Almost all of a sudden, John developed a cordial affection for the girl.

"Hello, Mr. Watson, I am Connie, and, as you can see, Mrs. Hudson's adopted daughter." She brought Sherlock a cup of coffee, only to see him holding a bowl of porridge in front of her.

Immediately flattered and said, "Thank you." ”

John, who has nothing: "......" always felt a little pain in his eyes just now, I don't know why?

Sherlock took his seat and watched Connie drink the porridge in one gulp, the coffee in her mouth still the same as before.

The heat was so hot that he felt as if the coffee was burning in his stomach.

Connie looked at Sherlock, whose face was dark: "Staying up late again?" ”

Sherlock nodded and continued to drink his coffee.

John was self-sufficient and poured porridge.

"Wow, you're pretty good at your craft." John exclaimed.

Connie smiled, "Thank you, when you get better, I can make you some better." ”

John suddenly felt that his future life was brighter: "Did you clean the house yesterday?" ”

Connie nodded: "Mom and Dad have done a good job of tidying up the room, it seems that I still left them with good habits before, but I think Sherlock will probably never be able to, Watson, thank you for your hard work." She joked and said to John.

John glanced at Sherlock and snickered silently.

There seemed to be a throbbing pain in his stomach, Sherlock frowned slightly, and took another sip of coffee into his mouth, but the cup in his hand was suddenly sucked away.

Connie pushed the porridge over.

"Stomach pain?"

Sherlock still didn't speak.

"Finish drinking." Connie lowered her face and stared at Sherlock.

It's not that she didn't worry in her heart, before meeting him, she thought a lot, even about his "confession" five years ago.

I have to say that that hug eliminated a lot of her uneasiness.

He's changed, but he doesn't seem to have changed.

"Drink, if I'm still your girlfriend." Connie directly changed the object to a girlfriend.

"Jingle", that's the sound of John's spoon dropping.

In a moment, Sherlock really had to pick up a spoon and drink.

John was dumbfounded, and looked at Connie with a look at a giant.

"You're his girlfriend?"

Connie looked at John with a look on his face, "? #%", the little shyness suddenly disappeared, and he burst out laughing.

"Well...... You have to ask Sherlock, after all, he also made the confession, and the relationship was also determined by him. "She had a feeling of wanting to tease her.

Sure enough, the next moment, the blonde teddy's look of a ghost and a dog made her very satisfied.

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