Winter of 2005.

November is a cold and dry month, but it is a rainy season, and it always rains heavily.

Pedestrians hurriedly hold up a black umbrella and walk the streets of London.

In apartment 221b on Baker Street, Connie, who woke up early, washed up and made a pure English breakfast for Mrs. Hudson. Since the old man was more of a vegetarian, she made pan-fried bacon and roasted tomatoes, served with croissants and cereal, and of course, poured a glass of milk for her health, although she didn't really like it herself.

God knows how much she misses the white porridge side dishes. Or xiaolongbao fritters with a bowl of sweet soy milk.

"Mrs. Hudson, breakfast is ready." After washing her hands, Connie put the food on the table and cleaned up the scraps that Mrs. Hudson had made in the middle of the night when she woke up in the middle of the night.

Mrs. Hudson was a good person, but her cooking skills were too flattering, and what was even more surprising was the legacy of her cooking skills that always gave Connie a headache.

Fortunately, she's good at doing that. Mrs. Hudson took her in, recognized her as her goddaughter, and gave her a place to live, so that these chores of life were the few things she could do for her.

"Oh, dear, you can call me Mommy, after all, I have no children, and you are such a lovely sweetheart, see you keep the house in order......" Mrs. Hudson had already smelled the rich aroma in the room, and since she had helped the poor child, she had almost contracted the chores of the house, which made her feel more sorry for the child at the same time.

Yes, she's just a kid. Twelve-year-olds.

"Thank you for the compliment, dear Mother Hudson. Now for breakfast, your blood sugar is low, take care of your health, drink less coffee......" Connie began to think again, and Mrs. Hudson pressed her temples with a headache, and sat down to enjoy a perfect breakfast.

Connie smiled and sat down on the other end. Every time Mrs. Hudson began to nag, it would always take a long time, and after a long time she came up with a plan to stop a verbose person from being more verbose than she was. But her verbosity was not useless, at least Mrs. Hudson was much better than when she first arrived.

"By the way, I'm going to go out and go to the market with Rose later, and I heard that there is a 20% discount in the store today...... In the afternoon, a new tenant may come to see the house, you can receive it for me at that time, I have already agreed with him about the price, if he is satisfied, you can just sign the contract with him in my room. ”

Connie was a little apprehensive about the contract, which was a bit too private, but Mrs. Hudson trusted her so much that she nodded her head and made up her mind that she would be well entertained when she came in the afternoon, so that the tenant would not feel that the environment was unfriendly......

"Don't worry, Mrs. Hudson, I will treat the tenant well and make him feel at home." Connie was rather unaccustomed to using polite language, and made Mrs. Hudson laugh with a solemn look.

Remembering that when she appeared here a year ago, she still spoke English stumblingly, and her fawn-like expression seemed to be frightened to jump in the next second, and now that a year has passed, the little girl has matured quickly, which makes Mrs. Hudson, who has never had a child, feel the sense of accomplishment of raising a child......

Mrs. Hudson finished her breakfast and went out, and although it was in the afternoon, it was her usual habit to go across the street to chat with the ladies after breakfast, noon, and dinner, which was one of the greatest pleasures of idleness. Now that Connie is at home, she is even more idle, and she doesn't even need to do the cleaning work on weekdays.

Connie, who finished cleaning up the bowls, began to tidy up the second floor.

The upstairs hasn't been occupied since she moved in, but she still keeps it clean once a month, so the whole apartment is very tidy. In order to make a good impression on the new tenants who came in the afternoon, she decided to use the time to clean the upstairs again.

First, the ceiling and walls were cleaned, and the house was wiped inside and out with mint-flavored freshener, and finally some small places were carefully brushed with a feather duster before it was completed.

It was past lunch, and Mrs. Hudson had already said that she would not come home for lunch, and Connie was busy forgetting her lunch for a while, and only remembered the stubble when she had finished cleaning, and hurriedly made a sandwich to fill her stomach, and took a hot bath, and then nested in her room and waited for the tenant to come.

And this waited for hours, and when she was lying on the bed and drowsy, there was finally a knock on the door, pop, pop, not loud, but it woke Connie up at once. She quickly got up and went to the door, straightened her clothes and hair, and opened the door.

…… Who can tell her what the hell this skull is?

Connie took a step to the left, successfully avoiding the skull facing her head, and when she looked up, she saw a young man with black hair and black clothes, with a pair of flax-green pupils staring at her calmly, motionless, like a sculpture.

Ma Ma, this person is so scary. /(tot)/~~

Subconsciously, Connie felt that the person in front of her gave her a terrifying feeling, even though this horror was not dangerous.

“…… Excuse me, is it Mr. Tenant who came to see the house? After a long time, Connie spoke first, and since Mrs. Hudson seemed to have forgotten the name of the tenant who told her, she had to call the person Mr. Tenant impolitely, hoping that this particular gentleman would not mind her name......

"I don't mind." The silent gentleman suddenly spoke, and before Connie had time to creep out, he stepped sideways into the apartment.

Connie, who hadn't reacted yet, followed in a daze, and suddenly reacted in her mind to what the gentleman had just said, and she couldn't help but be a little confused. The gentleman...... Was you answering what was going on in her head?

"Mr. ......"

"Sherlock Holmes." The young man who walked into the room paused and strode straight up to the second floor, his long legs making it extremely easy for him to disappear in front of Connie's eyes before he could give his name.

"Mr. Holmes—" Before she could finish shouting, Connie noticed that the tall gentleman had already climbed to the second floor, and what did not match his tall and straight body was that this Mr. Holmes's body was really flexible, but how did the name Sherlock Holmes feel a little familiar......

"By the way, my name is Connie, and I'm the owner of this apartment......" Connie had to follow up to the second floor, introducing herself to Mr. Holmes, who was walking around the side.

"I know who you are, Mrs. Hudson who lives at 221b Baker Street is a widow, but you are not very old, but you have the smell of this house, presumably the time you have lived here is not short, and then look at your appearance is a purebred Chinese, obviously it will not be Mrs. Hudson's daughter, so you are her adopted daughter, but depending on your attitude towards her, it should be an orphan who has been helped or even adopted by her recently." Mr. Holmes, who spoke as fast as a bullet, told the truth without breathing, and Connie was stunned. Barely able to understand the bullet-like speed of speech, she didn't know whether to be surprised by this gentleman's smart Cheng dù, or to be pleased with the purebred Chinese.

What's more, I feel more and more that such a person seems to have met at some time and on a certain occasion......

"Yes, yes......" Seeing that the person on the other side was still staring at her, Connie nodded subconsciously, was stunned for a while, and then replied, "Mr. Holmes is really amazing." Only then did he withdraw his eyes with satisfaction, and inexplicably felt that he had seen something strange again.

"Hmm...... The apartment was very clean, it was just cleaned today, judging by the smell of mint, you are three...... No, it was cleaned four hours ago. "I have to say that among the apartments I looked at today, this one is the most suitable for him.

"Yes." At this time, Connie's eyes were already shining with stars.

The spicy god is about to move into the upper floor, and suddenly I feel that the IQ of the whole street has been raised and swollen (⊙o⊙).

Sherlock Holmes turned his head to sweep the starlight in Connie's eyes, paused, and asked, "Nice apartment, but I need to determine some worst-case scenarios, such as ...... What is the maximum tolerance of homeowners for the sensitivity of decibels at night? ”

Connie was stunned by the question,

Hearing the answer, Holmes nodded with great satisfaction, and after a while, he nodded in response: "I signed it, when can I sign the contract." Of course, I know that Mrs. Hudson should have told you before she went out, so ......"

"Yes, now." Connie smiled and interrupted Mr. Holmes, lest he say anything astonishing to impress her again. It's one thing to worship a great god, but it's another thing to be decent.

Holmes nodded, scanned the contract from Connie and signed his name, which Connie carefully put back in Mrs. Hudson's private locker and sent the gentleman out.

"Then Mr. Holmes, please go slowly."

"Sherlock." With his hands in his pockets, Sherlock Holmes walked to the door, took out his phone and looked at the time, turned his head when he heard Connie call her, and said.

"Huh?"

"Sherlock Holmes." This meant that Connie could go further and call him Mr. Sherlock, after all, after signing the contract, their relationship went from strangers to a further one, not to mention that this ten-year-old child really fit his definition of a human child more than those noisy minors.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who had finished speaking, turned around and took a taxi. He didn't see the dull little face behind him, otherwise his delicate brain might have begun to convert and reason for a lot of results.

And Connie, who was still in place, was about to make up a pound of garbled yards with a messy face.

Sherlock holmes......

John Watson......

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