"Connie?"

"Huh?"

"What are you thinking?"

Swallowing the last piece of mango pulp, Connie looked up to see a half-disheveled Sherlock staring at her, as if studying her reactions.

She didn't like it a little, but her usual thick nerves didn't clamor at how uncomfortable it was for her.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about Mrs. Hudson......" and Mrs. Ross are now arguing about the scene.

You come and go, black words, it's not exciting.

But then she thought of Sherlock's previous desire to speak, and she changed her mind halfway.

“…… and Mr. Henry. ”

Speaking of this, though it didn't cause much disgust to Sherlock, it made him let a muffled grunt from his nostrils, so small that Connie could barely hear it—if it weren't for the fact that she was staring at Sherlock with her eyes and ears.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with Mr. Henry? "Sherlock can always glance at your general identity, preferences, and net worth.

This kind of skill is simply a full-level hanging skill at the blind date conference......

"Questions? It depends on how you define the word problem. ”

Connie was silent, feeling a little pessimistic.

Seeing that she was silent, Sherlock stared at his arm for a moment, and then pasted another nicotine on it before speaking again.

"Does Mr. Henry have character problems?" For example, if you are married or have a chaotic relationship with a woman?

As if surprised by Connie's question, Sherlock looked at Connie's eyes with a love called sneer.

"Is there anyone in this world who doesn't have character problems?" Children are just too naïve.

"You." Peeling another mango, Connie wiped her hands and spoke directly.

I didn't notice that at this time, the dull eyes became a little turbulent, although it was only for a moment.

Sherlock looked at her, and Connie's rightful face came into view.

Again, this is a matter of course.

At the moment, she is eating mango in small bites, with juice in her hands, making her look like a real child.

So sure that he has no problems with his character at all?

Where does she get her confidence?

After spitting out that answer, Connie paused.

Does he seem to be suspected of deliberately saying good things about the gods?

So, thinking about the people she knew, she came up with another answer: "...... And Officer Lestrade. ”

Of the people she knew, apart from the neighbors near the street and some aunts and uncles in the market, the only ones left were Sherlock, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson.

As for the McCroft who only had a one-sided relationship, they hardly knew each other, did they?

Of all the people she knew a little bit about, Officer Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, and Sherlock Reads;

Oh, and that Mrs. Ross who is always dressed up and scratching her head.

I wanted to say myself╰( ̄▽ ̄)╭, but this situation seems to be a little more modest.

So after comparing Reestrade and Mrs. Hudson, Connie spit out Reestrade for the first time.

“……”

This kind of skill that changes the atmosphere in seconds, ordinary people are afraid that they will not get the essence even if they exhaust their lives.

The faint indescribable feeling in my heart changed after Lestrade came out of Connie's mouth.

Sherlock's eyes changed.

A person with no problem with character = Les Traide = him?

No, this equation he rejects.

Sherlock looked at Connie strangely, could it be that in her eyes, he was the same as the little sheep of Lestrade?

This is a bad feeling.

Connie didn't notice the slight displeasure in Sherlock's eyes.

Her attention returned to the original question.

"There's really nothing wrong with Mr. Henry, is there? He shouldn't have a wife at his age, right? Looks like a pretty good character......"

As the conversation turned, Sherlock plucked a grape and put it in his mouth.

"The boss of the West End, how can he have time to play a game like falling in love, that is, he is old, he wants to try this boring game......" Sherlock burst out of Sherlock's mouth with sarcastic words, but he was still elegant.

Oh, and people haven't even talked about falling in love...... Such a pure ......

No, her wife is still married for the second time...... So is Mr. Henry at a loss?

But ...... "Boss of the West End?" Oh my God, is Mr. Henry so good? What is the business? ”

Connie swore that the moment she asked the question, she had clearly received a ton of disdain from Sherlock.

"The gun business, the drug trafficking business...... Perhaps also child trafficking and □□...... The smell of tobacco and the botched perfume on his body were simply unbearable. Speaking of the back, he frowned fiercely.

“…… What? "Someone petrified.

Gun......

Drug trafficking......

Trafficking......

□□......

what？

molagu！

Hair!?

No, no, no, wait.

What's the situation, is it her auditory hallucination?

"Hmph, I said...... The Mr. Henry you know is the boss of the West End gang, and he has done ......"

Such as a few treasures reads;.

"I knew it the first time we met, after all, this is a man who occupies a lot of seats in McCroft's intelligence."

The half-eaten mango in her hand fell to the ground, and Connie was dumbfounded.

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Oh my God, Mrs. Hudson is in a relationship with someone like that!

"Why? Don't they like each other? ”

Connie was stunned.

"Isn't Mr. Henry the boss of the West End......"

"What's the direct connection between this and the adrenaline rush?" Sherlock, who lifted Erlang's legs, threw another grape into his mouth, and in a blink of an eye, a small pile of grape seeds was spit out.

Confused*2

"Connie, don't think of the bosses of the West End as so magical, their IQ is only a little more than that of the little sheep in Scotland Yard, so they are naturally qualified to be in love." Looks like I can't stand Connie's stupidity. But because of her good coffee-making skills, he still mentioned it.

Connie reacted, and seemed to get his point.

So...... In Sherlock's eyes, although Mr. Henry is a big criminal, he also has the right to fall in love? And he genuinely liked Mrs. Hudson...... Oh, what the hell is this sense of God's love for the world (○′?д?)??

Confused*3

But I feel like I've been sublimated...... After all, in the eyes of a person like Sherlock who disdains the love between men and women, even such a villain has the right to love others...... The brain hole is infinitely running in the middle of the ......

For a while, there seemed to be a further understanding of the cognition of the great gods.

In an instant, Connie's mind shifted from putting a bomb, gun, sunglasses, and leather jacket on Henry to Sherlock's personal character.

"Lately he's been washing his hands in gold, he's been working with McCroft, and there's Mrs. Hudson, and Henry is his fake identity, and only Mycroft can think of this dirty name......" Enjoying the familiar feeling of nicotine patches, he finally felt a little relaxed, and it seemed to ...... Not as irritable as you used to be?

Critical Hit*10086

What the hell are you talking about?

Connie looked at Sherlock in disbelief.

I feel my own simplicity and the world's deep malice.

After struggling for a moment, she pulled herself towards the bright avenue.

Now that Mr. Henry has the protection of the British government, McCroft will only become stronger and stronger in the future, so Mr. Henry really likes Mrs. Hudson, and the two can be considered happy...... So all in all, this is a he?

"Well, it's finally ...... Not a bad ending. Thinking that because of this, Sherlock didn't tell Henry's true identity, and since there was no danger, it was a good thing.

When I picked up the mango on the ground and threw it into the garbage bag, the phone vibrate.

When I opened it, it was Lestrade reads;.

"Huh?" Why did Lestrade text her?

Clicking on it, Connie looked at Sherlock, who was in a daze, and cleared her throat......

"That...... The police department arrested Raven this time, just in time for the director's birthday and the 20th wedding anniversary, and the police station was going to hold a party, and Lestrade asked if you wanted to go? "Actually, it's a bend to let her invite, this Lestrade, I'm afraid of being scolded...... She wouldn't be destroyed on her back feet as soon as she opened her front foot, right?

“d。”

"Oh......" Connie replied.

"That's Oscar."

"Huh?" As she typed and took a sip of water, Connie didn't pay much attention to what Sherlock said.

"Raven Buccott is Oscar Fred. That little sheep were condemned like that? He scoffed, immediately catching Connie's attention.

"What do you mean, isn't Oscar dead? How could it be Raven Buccott? ”

"HS, Connie, that's enough for one person to get a makeover. I was amazed, I have to say that the IQ of those stupid sheep has lowered the average IQ in London by half, and with such obvious evidence in front of them, they probably only care about celebrating......"

With a "snap", the phone smashed, but fortunately it fell on the sofa.

"Wait, didn't you solve this case? Officer Lestrade said...... "I repeated what Lestrade had told her."

"Nice story. But. From the moment Oscar returned, he was no longer Oscar, but Raven Buccott. Besides, when did I say......" Thinking of the sad inference of the hearer, he began to think of whether he had misled him in any way.

The answer, of course, is no.

Sure enough, it's still a matter of IQ.

Sherlock is conclusive.

"He made himself Raven?" A flash of inspiration flashed through her mind, and Connie exclaimed.

Why?

Connie began to savor what Lestrade had said.

Five years ago, Nina met Raven and the two fell in love, at that time, she had a boyfriend named Oscar, who was a psychopath.

The two met abroad and after the breakup, Nina returned to London to stay with her boyfriend.

Two years later, he met his father, Raven, and was discovered by Oscar.

Wait a minute.

"Oscar is such a sensitive person, since he was able to find out about her strangeness after Nina met Raven, why couldn't he find out two years ago? At that time, he knew? No, I think I'm aware of it, right? Connie asked, seeing Sherlock nod in acquiescence and begin to comb again.

Perhaps in the search, Oscar discovered that Raven was the same person as the person from two years ago. Not to mention others for the time being, if Oscar intends to replace Raven, then he should have an idea at this time, and the rest is an opportunity.

French reads;!

Yes, that opportunity, maybe Oscar deceived everyone, deceived Haiti to change his appearance, found his own impostor, and returned to London, and Raven, at that time, changed people, but......

"When did Oscar return to London? He has plastic surgery, did he find another person to plastic surgery to make himself? What about Raven? And...... When he was not in London, Raven wanted to force Nina, but Nina was unwilling, which shows her loyalty to Oscar, so why did he need to be Raven? ”

"What do you think he has to go to plastic surgery and hire another guy to pretend to be him? And still in three months? ”

Money.

Countless amounts of money.

And Oscar is just a civilian.

"And, Connie, you know, even crazy people are greedy."

Greed is the original sin of all human beings.

Connie was silent.

"Then why did he kill Nina?"

Nina rejected Raven, as a boyfriend, Oscar should be happy, he loves Nina again, and it is unlikely that he will kill Nina...... So who killed Nina? ”

"Oscar. The keys to a qiē are all Oscars. ”

Sherlock stood up and walked over to the fire.

Reflecting the firelight, it began to fall silent.

Connie looked at his back, as if his phrase "Think, Connie, learn to think." ”

After brushing the stray hair on her head, Connie calmed down.

Raven just treat him as dead, don't worry about it, the second brother coveted Nina and was probably killed by Oscar, and the eldest brother was injured by mistake...... The fake Oscar is probably the one hired by the real Oscar, and if he wants to become Raven, he naturally wants to make his former self disappear, and he also wants Raven to disappear. Raven did this kind of thing strangely, she thought it was to cover it up, but Sherlock acquiesced...... So this cover-up was done by Oscar?

It's not surprising that perverts do this.

Then, remove all the other dead.

Nina.

Oscar wants to kill Nina.

Not because Nina betrayed him, but for what?

The option of hating because of love is not valid.

Could it be that he is still in it for money?

"That sea of flowers is a confession." Sherlock spoke suddenly.

It's just that it's not Raven's promise, it's Oscar's.

Blessed to the soul, Connie only felt extremely frightened.

He walked slowly to the window, and in the light, the melodious violin sounded.

It's like the most beautiful lulasia.