"Oh, I heard there's a death at the market? Are you alright? As soon as they arrived home, they were greeted with concern by Mrs. Hudson.

Henry said it was okay.

After thinking about it, he swallowed the words that the corpse fell in front of the two of them.

Connie didn't react at all, afraid that the old lady would faint directly.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry." Henry put his arm around Mrs. Hudson and comforted.

"We bought a lot of things today, Connie doesn't have to go out in the cold these days, it's almost Christmas, why don't we go shopping together these days? The Christmas tree is getting ready too......"

This is a first for all three.

Mrs. Hudson used to decorate the Christmas tree, but in fact, she had lived alone for so many years, and it was not interesting to make these things alone, and she did not care about them for a long time.

Connie had just arrived last winter, and she was taking care of Connie and not thinking about Christmas.

As for Connie, not to mention.

In the past, in China, who bought a Christmas tree for Christmas, except for the school celebrations, it would be good to buy an apple to nibble.

As for Henry, he has rarely had a normal Christmas when he is old, and it is the best Christmas gift if he can go without blood.

As a result, Henry's mention made several people's eyes light up.

"Okay!" Connie agreed, smiling happily.

She really loved the warmth of the feeling of decorating the Christmas tree as a family.

Mrs. Hudson had never seen Connie smile like this, she had always been polite and decent, and her bright smile warmed Mrs. Hudson's heart, and her gaze at Henry seemed more gentle.

They are like a real family.

“…… What about Sherlock, though? ”

"Oh, he's out in a hurry, it's the market, Lestrade just called......"

Sure enough, where there is a murder, Sherlock will run there, a humanoid popsicle still falls from the sky on a cold day, and Sherlock's cliff is aroused......

Connie sighed, Henry had moved everything into the house.

"The refrigerator doesn't seem to be enough." Henry filled both refrigerators on the first floor, but there was still a basket of ribs with nowhere to go.

It looks like you should buy a larger refrigerator......

Henry thought and walked upstairs with the basket.

"Let's put these things on the second floor first, I don't think Sherlock will mind." Henry spoke, and when Mrs. Hudson nodded, he went upstairs.

Connie, who had just come back to her senses, was suddenly startled and rushed upstairs.

"Henry ......" was too late.

"It's me who is abrupt." I saw Henry close the door of the refrigerator with a calm face, and went downstairs with a basket of ribs in his arms.

"Huh? Why did it come down again? ”

"Ah, the fridge on top is full."

……

Connie breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that Henry is really used to making big scenes!

After tidying up, Mrs. Hudson and Connie put on their aprons together.

One washes vegetables and one chops vegetables, although the appearance is different, but the aura looks like a mother and daughter, which is very harmonious.

"What a nice man Mr. Henry is." Connie sighed as she expertly chopped the onions in her hands, occasionally watching Henry busy.

Mrs. Hudson turned from time to time and smiled at Henry.

Although I feel like I've been shown, I still love this warm feeling. Especially, she is a member of this warmth.

"Well, he is indeed the one I've ever seen...... Second best person. "The best person is the husband who died.

Connie nodded and didn't reply, knowing what Mrs. Hudson was referring to.

In Mrs. Hudson's eyes, such an evaluation is already a very high status, not to mention how long Mr. Henry and Mrs. Hudson have known each other......

She's only in third place.

╭(╯^╰)╮hum......

After dinner, Sherlock still didn't come back, Henry took care of the dishes, Connie left the food and put it in the incubator, and the two of them went downstairs to hide on the second floor.

The geothermal fireplace was still on, and a warm breeze was blowing in front of you.

The little blushed a little, she closed the door, took a new book and sat on the sofa and read it with relish, next to it was the booklet that Mrs. Hudson bought for her, she had not been able to do it, and occasionally flipped through it, it was even simpler than the mathematics of primary school before, it was all addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within a hundred, but this is the content of primary school, the legal age of secondary school in England is 12 or 13 years old to enter secondary school, and she has already passed the age of primary education before she came here - I have to say that she was relieved to think about it later.

In short, as soon as this year is over, she is estimated to start school, and now that she is a serious Englishman, it is still a little sad to think about it.

#全心全意爱党爱华爱人民的心情泥萌不懂#(ノへ ̄、)

However, when it comes to going to school, she has her own considerations, the waiter in the Chinatown restaurant, who can speak Cantonese, can communicate with the chef, and can earn ten pounds or more an hour, which still does not include tips, and there is no tax reads;

For the second half of the year after settling down in 221b, she didn't want to go out to work on her own, but Mrs. Hudson was always worried about her, and she was a half-road idiot...... In addition, it seems that after eating the dishes she cooked for half a year, she can't eat her products anymore, so the part-time job plan is temporarily bankrupt.

But this matter has always been on her mind, and among the various schools in London, St. Paul's Girls' High School is the closest to Chinatown, and the other schools, the cost of the taxi alone is enough to consume most of her part-time salary.

Therefore, for a period of time, Connie secretly found some test-taking questions to do, and was relieved to find that her score was enough to enter, but ......

£20,000 a year plus books – it should be mentioned here that the cost of books in the UK is scared to death!

In short, after understanding the national situation, I found that I can't afford to hurt myself!

Could it be ...... She really had to cut Sherlock's brain as an assistant...... No, no, no! Stop!

Connie! Hold on to your sentiments! That's the normal way to work!

There must be no point of return......

As soon as she thought of this, the book in her hand did not seem so attractive, she stuffed a leaf into the book, and the straight leaf was made into a bookmark by her, with a beautiful picture painted on it, but the owner was in a state of distraction.

Whew...... The north wind blows......

Scare!

"Sherlock!" When did he appear here!

Staring ( ̄~ ̄)!

"Uh...... There is a prepared meal in the incubator downstairs, do you want to eat it? Sherlock was obviously used to being called Mr. Sherlock, and her self-protection mechanism seemed to be strong for this polite little girl.

I don't know at all, it's just a Chinese politeness that can't be changed.

"Nope." As soon as Sherlock, who was covered in frost, entered the room, his face softened, but the cold air between his eyebrows and eyes made his whole person look like just one word, cold!

Connie got up from the couch and gave up the closest spot to the fireplace to Sherlock, and instead he pulled his scarf at the computer and began to crackle.

"Tell me about today." He looked down at the computer and suddenly sounded.

"Huh?" What to talk about?

Did she and Henry go on a vegetable farm patrol trip? It's still a journey of the young master's face~

"The scene of the murder, the man."

Oh, that's what Connie understands.

"Uh......" she decided to skip the question of how he knew, "and when we were going home, suddenly a corpse fell, and it was frozen into a popsicle......" Obviously, the word popsicle gave Sherlock a glance at Connie, but someone who was concentrating on it was clearly not paying attention.

And then ...... Mr. Henry called the police, and we walked away. Skimming through the young master's face recognition and other procedures, Connie briefly recounted today's experience, and saw that Sherlock nodded and did not react, that is, there was nothing useful.

Looking at Sherlock's somewhat pale lips, Connie went downstairs to bring her food and brewed another cup of cocoa—this is a good thing for fat, and a winter necessity because of the high calorie content.

Sherlock didn't refuse, he ate it in two bites, very strangely, and when he drank Cocoa, he just glanced at Connie and didn't say anything.

(☆▽☆)Hey? Sherlock doesn't hate hot cocoa?

Although this is easy to gain weight, it is much better than coffee, and because of the high sugar content, it may be able to divert Sherlock's obsession with nicotine patches......

But...... Thinking that Sherlock had become a fat paper a year later, Connie's brain began to spill infinitely again.

Oh hehehe...... (￣︶￣)↗

"Sherlock! You can't just take the police information away! Derpy didn't pay attention, and Lestrade reappeared.

Squinting at Connie's snickering face, Sherlock handed Connie a stack of documents in his hand, and he didn't know where he got it.

As for Lestrade, he didn't give a single eyelid.

"Huh?" Glancing, Connie found that it was a woman's profile.

Lestrade scurried over and glared at Sherlock, but was attracted by the food in his hand.

In order to investigate the case, he hasn't eaten in the winter!

Sherlock glanced at him and handed over the object in his hand, and Lestrade immediately began to swallow it.

Elegant someone crossed his legs and took a sip of hot cocoa.

"This is the information of the deceased today." Attached to the page are a small plate of photographs, all of which are the scene of a woman's death.

Connie flipped through it, looking at Sherlock with some incomprehension.

“……”

Finally, her attention was on the jar of red liquid.

"Is this syrup?"

There's nothing too disgusting, just a white bathtub with red liquid in it, and then there seems to be a human face.

What a strange case, is someone going to drown themselves in syrup?

So how much does a big vat of syrup cost, how spicy and expensive, should you be so capricious!

Why are there so many strange people in London......

Sherlock gave her an appreciative look.

Lestrade wondered: "How do you know it's syrup!?" ”

“…… I've drunk syrup......" Seeing Lestrade's excited appearance, Connie replied weakly.

Immediately after, Lestrade's frustrated eyes and Sherlock's faintly disdainful look followed.