"Come with me to the police station, someone has left something for you." Lestrade's face was very strange.

Sherlock looked at him, his face strange: "For me?" ”

Lestrade nodded.

Sherlock got up and changed into a suit, and went out and called John and Connie directly.

John hesitated: "Huh...... I'm going too? ”

Sherlock stared at him, "Of course, I thought you were my recorder. "After all, he wrote that case not long ago.

"Okay...... If you want me to go. John took his coat and was a little excited, even though he had been entrusted with another duty.

Sherlock patted Connie on the head and motioned for her to follow.

The three of them got into the police car, and Sherlock let Connie into the car, and got into it himself, then closed the door and pointed to the passenger seat to John, who was approaching.

"You sit in the front."

John: "...... All right. ”

Lestrade sat on the cab and hesitated, "Is Connie going too?" ”

Sherlock nodded, "She's with me." ”

Seeing this, Lestrade didn't say much and started the car.

John sat in the quiet car, and he couldn't hold back and opened his mouth.

Lestrade: "I read your blog and it's a good one. ”

John: "...... Oh thanks, do you like? ”

Lestrade nodded and looked at Sherlock in the rearview mirror.

"But Sherlock, don't you really know that the earth revolves around the sun?" There was surprise in his eyes.

Sherlock: "Boring. ”

Connie was dumbfounded: "Blog? What blog? John: Are you a freelance writer? ”

John smiled shyly: "That's not it, I just think Sherlock's case is very novel, so I wrote it out and shared it with everyone......"

John began to tell the story of the bloody brother's case, and Connie became more familiar with it, until finally John was satisfied with the name he had chosen for the case.

“astudyinpink.”

"Pink clothes, pink suitcases, pink mobile phones, how about this name, right?" John was filled with pride.

Connie's mind flashed: "In the end, you shot that brother?" ”

God knows, she just asked subconsciously.

Because a case flashed through her mind.

John's stunned gaze and Lestrade's screams of surprise caused her to be at a loss.

Wait, did she say something wrong?

John looked at Sherlock, who looked at Connie and then turned to Lestrade, "That's just defense." ”

John looked at Sherlock in disbelief: "You also told Connie about this kind of bloody thing?" ”

Connie finally knew what was wrong.

As for John shooting that brother, Lestrade didn't seem to know.

And Sherlock didn't tell her either.

Connie smiled flatteringly and looked at Sherlock.

He nodded under his knowing gaze.

Sherlock withdrew his gaze in understanding, as if he didn't mean to blame her at all.

Connie quietly breathed a sigh of relief, for Sherlock's wit and love.

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When they arrived at the gate of the police station, several people got out of the car and entered the door of the police station.

"I don't know how Jasmine is...... "Before I think about it, it seems that Ke Ke Xili is going to turn away, right?

Connie followed Sherlock's side, looking at the interior of the police station, which seemed to have been renovated and slightly altered.

However, there is still a strong Scotland Yard style, but I have to say that Connie still prefers the previous arrangement.

"Captain." Open the door and someone says hello.

Men and women are shuttling around the office, looking very lively.

Connie looked at the market-like police station, and stayed to Sherlock's left.

Lestrade opened the door to the conference room, and the four walked in. A man and a woman were discussing something inside, and when they saw Lestrade enter, they immediately stood up.

"Anderson."

"Sally."

Lestrade said hello and closed the door.

"How?" He asked.

The white man named Anderson nodded: "It has been swept with x-rays, there are no bombs." ”

The black woman named Sally looked at Sherlock with a look of amusement, and the sneering look was obviously uncomfortable for Connie.

"It was the bombing that blew up everything in the house, except for this safe."

Sherlock glanced at it, "You didn't open it?" He was holding the white envelope with Sherlock's name written on it.

Sherlock put the bag under the light and looked at it closely.

"Bohemian paper. Not bad. He whispered.

Connie looked at the paper bag and was stunned for a moment, remembering that there were countless bombings in a certain episode, as if it was a game played by Moriarty and Sherlock?

So, the contents of this bag should be a mobile phone......

Use your phone to give Sherlock clues and save the hostages who have been tied up by explosives.

"There are no fingerprints, from my own point of view, it was written by a woman, it is obvious." He judged, and John was dumbfounded: "Obviously? ”

Connie didn't listen to anything, she was now staring intently at Sherlock cutting the letter with a knife and pulling out a pink cell phone from it.

Yes, it's the bombing!

Connie trembled, for some reason, her mind was a mess, remembering the last time she woke up......

Connie suddenly turned to John, took his hand and whispered in his ear.

"John, was the month before I showed up, when you were working on the pink case?" At that time, it happened to be the day she woke up.

John did the math and nodded: "Almost, it's just like I just saw Sherlock at that time......" Thinking of the first acquaintance between the two, and then thinking of now, John sighed that time is really an abrasive thing.

Connie suddenly felt chills all over her body.

When John and Sherlock first met, she woke up from a five-year slumber.

So how long will she live?

Why did you die five years ago?

Connie only felt that she was caught in a great mystery, and she had never felt this feeling of □□ control of her life deeply, which made her frightened and afraid.

When does the plot end?

Will she die again?

Connie tightened her grip on the corner of her clothes.

The phone rang five times, Sherlock's eyes narrowed, and the afterglow caught sight of Connie's mutated character.

He stared at her for two seconds before turning his gaze back to the picture on his phone.

It was a dilapidated room.

A basement in 221.

"Pink phone." John exclaimed in surprise.

"What, the one from the Pink Study?" Anderson asked.

John just wanted to nod his head, but suddenly realized, "You see too?" ”

Anderson nodded: "We all read, it's well written." ”

John smiled politely.

Sally suddenly asked with a mocking look, "Freak, don't you really know that the earth revolves around the sun?" ”

Connie was upset when she looked up and saw Sally asking Sherlock, the mockery and disgust in her eyes obvious.

"To put it mildly, Miss Negro."

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Sally looked at Connie who suddenly attacked her angrily, and her face sank: "Miss Negro? Didn't your parents tell you not to be racist? ”

Connie smiled, but the smile was a little cold: "I don't understand what you're talking about, your complexion is black, I call you Miss Negro, I'm just telling the truth, I'm not lying, I'm not exaggerating, I don't say anything bad about you, Miss Negro doesn't mind your skin color?" ”

Sara was stunned, angry, but didn't know how to respond to Connie's words.

With an ugly face, Anderson couldn't help but reply: "Where did you come from, child, this is not a place for you to mess around." ”

Connie looked at the appearance of him protecting Sally, and saw a faint mark on his right index finger, as well as a photo of a little girl on his desk, moved her nose, and suddenly laughed: "Of course, the police station is not a place to mess around, so Lestrade, I want to ask, when will Scotland Yard tolerate cheating employees in marriage?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

John remembered what Sherlock had said to the two men when he first arrived at the scene of the crime, and an incredible guess appeared in his head.

Sherlock couldn't have said anything like that to Connie...... So Connie reasoned it out on her own?

"Don't talk nonsense." Sally glared at Connie in embarrassment.

Connie suddenly spoke, "Otherwise, you can explain why this Mr. Anderson smells of your perfume?" Do you share a bottle of perfume? It's too economical, isn't it? The London Police Department is so loved by colleagues? ”

She stepped forward and reached for a curl in Anderson's collar pocket.

"Although maybe Mr. Anderson, you have been preparing for divorce recently, but legally you are still husband and wife, and you and your wife have a daughter, even if you are in a hurry, you have to bear with it." ”

She finished speaking in one breath, and Anderson almost jumped up in shock when she said something.

John sighed: "How did you come out of it that he has a daughter?" ”

Connie was convinced: "There are obvious folds on one side of his cuffs, and his shoulders are high and low, which is obviously a habitual posture formed by holding his daughter for many years, you must love your daughter very much." Boy's case, it shouldn't be. ”

Connie met Sherlock's eyes and smiled.

Hu Zou, there are really people who believe it.

Anderson looked at Connie in amazement.

Connie turned her head to look at Sally, who was glaring at her: "Don't let me hear another bad word about Sherlock from your mouth, if you are so arrogant again, I promise that my colleagues in the police department will know that you are a black junior who meddles in other people's families." ”

Connie screamed, but Sally couldn't argue with it.

John was confused, and a spirit reacted.

"Could it be that you're suddenly so fierce just for Sally's freak!?"

Sally looked at Connie and laughed, "I said freaks? Everyone calls him that, he's a freak in the first place, what's your relationship with him? Talking to him like that? ”

Connie's eyes sank, looked at Sherlock, who didn't care at all, and said in a muffled voice: "Whoever calls you a freak in the future, expose their old bottoms, humiliate them fiercely, and don't show mercy!" ”

Sherlock pursed her lips, pinched her bulging little face, and nodded, her eyes full of doting: "Okay." ”

John, who was forcibly stuffed with several handfuls of rations: "......"

Lestrade: "......" a newly divorced bachelor can't afford to be hurt.

Anderson was surprised: "You guys!? ”

Sally couldn't believe that this freak actually had a girlfriend?

But looking at Connie's thin figure, she sneered: "Sure enough, it's Sherlock, even the taste is so strange." ”

Connie limp after Sherlock, feeling a little dizzy after standing for a long time, and stuffed a candy into her mouth.

Seeing this, Sherlock reached out and picked her up and put her on the table, rubbing the top of her head.

Connie sat obediently and her phone rang.

Sherlock glanced at the phone screen and turned to Sally: "Before mocking other people's tastes, maybe you should first reflect on yourself, why did you find three boyfriends, either drug addiction or gambling, maybe it's because of your bad character?" ”

“…… Maybe more than three. He added.

Sally's face darkened suddenly.

Sherlock clicked on his phone, and the sound of reading a message came from inside.

Sally flashed out of the office with a black face, and Anderson followed with an embarrassed expression.

John dared to breathe a sigh of relief and wanted to ask, but was startled by the voice on the phone. 166 Reading Network