"Jingle bell ......" a bell rang in time, saving John who had already stepped into the coffin with half a foot, you must know that Mycroft can retreat with his IQ, but the stupid John is not necessarily, even if Sherlock's gunfire is aimed at Mycroft, it will inevitably affect John on the side.

"Who eats pizza?" John raised the pizza box in his hand in embarrassment.

"Shh Sherlock had already picked up the phone, raised his hand and gestured in front of his mouth, and everyone fell silent for a moment.

Connie glanced at Sherlock, saw that his eyes were bright, and he probably had some case, and when she looked up, she saw that Mycroft was pulling out the phone in his pocket, although his expression was well concealed, Connie still sensitively caught the stiffness at the corner of his mouth.

Some kind of bad premonition came to mind, and Connie blink an eye, her eyes met John's, and the same emotions gradually appeared in the eyes of the two.

#这种有大事要发生的赶脚#

"There's a corpse coming......" Sherlock put down the phone, looking a little excited, but not as untouched as before.

At the same time, Mycroft put down the phone: "I need you to come with me, Sherlock." ”

The two of them said these words at the same time, and Connie looked at Mycroft looking at Sherlock solemnly, with a serious expression on his face, and a conjecture suddenly drifted through his heart.

"Oh, didn't you hear me say? There's a corpse coming! Sherlock gave Mycroft a blank look.

"Listen to me, the British government needs you! Right now! Mycroft seemed a little annoyed and a little anxious, and such a heavy expression made Sherlock stunned, and it was rare that he did not immediately reply sarcastically.

Connie raised an eyebrow, and a name came to mind, but she pursed her lips and picked up Sherlock's cold coffee as if she didn't understand.

After taking a sip, it tasted really good.

She nodded faintly, looked at Sherlock's gaze, blinked, and breathed calmly.

"Otherwise, I have some experience with Sherlock, so this time I'll go to the police station for you to record the situation, and Sherlock and you can go with Mycroft. Maybe it's something serious? John suggested.

He also added, "Connie and me." ”

Connie's eyelids twitched: "Me? ”

#花生这是要搞事情#

Connie smiled, "I'll forget it." ”

Sherlock didn't say anything, and was pulled into the room by Mycroft to whisper, while Connie looked at John, who tilted his head, and his short linen blonde hair flashed.

Connie looked at him.

#好可爱哦, but she decided to stay unmoved#

“so？” Connie spoke, looking at John with a calm expression.

He suddenly became a little nervous, and Connie narrowed his eyes.

"John, you know, it's obvious when you're lying." It's not like McCroft's old fox, one-eyed.

"...... ell," he stammered over with his pizza on his back.

"How do you know I'm lying?"

Connie chuckled, "Not only did I know you lied, I also knew that the person who forced you to lie was McCroft." ”

"Obviously." She paused, and added, and after pretending to be successful, she saw John's puzzled and depressed expression.

"Okay, that's it. I can help, I try to help. Connie replied.

John breathed a sigh of relief, put the pizza on the table, glanced nervously at the door, and whispered: "Actually, I don't know what it is, but Mycroft said that something very important has been stolen, and it needs your help to find this thing, and I have repeatedly confirmed to him that you will not be in any danger." ”

？？？

It's not the Queen's business?

Connie looked confused.

This was not what she expected.

But when I think about it, the Queen of England won't look for her even if something happens.

Connie looked at John again, "What do you need me to do?" ”

"I don't know this either......" John scratched his head, Connie really convinced him.

"Mycroft only said I'll take you out tomorrow night." He said with some depression.

#果然是大胖子秃顶怪的习惯#

"Then why can't you let Sherlock know?" Connie was suspicious.

John scratched his head again: "Actually, I asked him this question too......"

"But he said it was confidential, right, and he would tell you afterwards, but he would never fool you, right?" Connie answered.

John looked at Connie with admiration on the look of your true god.

Connie took a long sip of coffee speechlessly: "......"

#老秃头这绝壁是要搞事情#

But does Sherlock know? She could see that John was lying, so Sherlock should be able to see it too, right? Since it hasn't been exposed, it shouldn't be a big problem?

"Okay." After thinking about it, she nodded and agreed.

John looked incredulous: "You still say yes?" ”

He himself found his statement to be simply embarrassing.

"How can I say that Mycroft is also Sherlock's own brother, and I am Sherlock's girlfriend, and you are still Sherlock's best friend, I believe that Mycroft knows the importance and will not really do anything to harm me." In a few sips, Connie finished the rest of the coffee.

#这杯咖啡简直有毒#

John thought about it for a while, and thought so, and suddenly grabbed Connie's "best friend" and looked at her blankly: "You say...... Am Sherlock's best friend? ”

This flattered little tone.

Connie looked at him as frightened: "What's wrong?" You don't like Sherlock? ”

His head shook like a rattle: "No, no, no...... I like him a lot...... No, I mean. He realized what he had said halfway through his sentence, and his face turned red, and he wanted to explain it half with embarrassment.

But when he looked at Connie's smiling eyes, he blushed.

This is good, even the tongue is not straight.

Connie secretly smiled: "Okay, I don't mean anything else, but Sherlock doesn't have many good friends, and you are the closest one, so it's not an exaggeration to say that you are a best friend." ”

John calmed down, and seemed to be a little happy.

"But then, the famous Moriarty ......" was about to change the subject, when the door opened, and Sherlock walked out impatiently.

"Sherlock, this is urgent." Mycroft followed.

Sherlock glanced at Connie before retracting his gaze and sneering: "Oh, forget it, what kind of case is the unspeakable things of Her Royal Highness and the sadistic queen." ”

#哦这真是信息量巨大的一句话#

Connie paused, and a name came to mind: Erin Adler.

The woman who left the title "an" in Sherlock's heart.

"Just give the money directly." Sherlock said.

"But she doesn't want money, she doesn't want anything else." Mycroft said with a headache.

Sherlock paused, and suddenly there was a look between his eyebrows: "Oh! Yes...... Show off your strength. He said meaningfully.

"Connie." Sherlock was abruptly named.

"Huh?" Connie tilted her head to look at him.

"Come with me."

Walk? Where to go? Connie was confused.

"The White House." Before she could ask, Sherlock had already replied, which dragged her to the White House...... Not quite right, right?

"Sherlock, it's not the right place for Connie to go." Mycroft spoke very bluntly, who knew that Sherlock narrowed his eyes and looked coldly.

"You'd better clean up your dirty mind." Sherlock meant something, and Mycroft barely took a breath.

John was present, even more non-existent than Connie, and when he met Mycroft's vicious eyes, John trembled: "I didn't say anything. ”

In this way, what is Mycroft's idea, Sherlock is clear? What about Connie?

#这种全世界的人都知道只有我不知道的感觉真糟糕#

John lowered his head in frustration and hardened his gaze at Mycroft again: "Since Sherlock said that you are playing with a dirty mind, then I will definitely not help you, and you didn't tell me why." ”

McCroft let out a long sigh.

#这些不懂事的小年轻! #

"Project Bruce. To put it simply, Moriarty's men stole one of our government's missiles, and if this missile were transported out of the country, the consequences would be unimaginable! Being cold to such an extent, McCroft was helpless.

"John, you're a soldier, and you know the seriousness of this." Mycroft looked at John with a deep gaze.

John nodded dumbly: "Of course I know, it's a missile!" He shouted in a low voice, a frightened look in his face, and suddenly turned to look at Mycroft.

"But what does all this have to do with Connie?" She's just a little girl!

McCroft remembered that year, and let out a long sigh: "It's a long story, speaking of which, the dispute between Sherlock and Moriarty still started with Connie. ”

As soon as these words came out, John was frightened: "You mean??? ”

He also writes a blog anyway, and Mycroft's sentence is enough to make him think about a biography with twists and turns. 166 Reading Network