Early the next morning.

The pink phone received a second message.

With four beeping sounds, a picture of a black sedan appeared on the phone.

As well as a phone call.

At that time, Sherlock was having breakfast, and it has to be said that the speed of the murderer behind him was a little disappointed.

"You're smart enough to guess Carl Powers. I never liked that kid and always laughed at people. ”

Sherlock turns on the speakerphone, and the sound of a roaring car can be heard on the other side of the screen.

"What's that sound?"

"That's the voice of life, Sherlock...... This time, you only have six hours. The man's voice trembled.

Connie took a bite of the bread slice and swallowed the omelette in her mouth: "Street? ”

The crisp voice reached the other end of the phone.

The man's voice paused, and suddenly came again.

"Who's that?"

Connie quickly closed her mouth and stared at the phone in horror.

Wait, the man behind this should be Moriarty, do you recognize her?

Connie...... Hudson? The man's voice trembled, apparently reading the words Moriarty had typed for him.

"Yes, I am." Connie took a mouthful, waiting for a reaction from there.

The phone was suddenly hung up.

Everyone's eyes suddenly fell on Connie.

"Connie?" John was the first to be the one who couldn't help it, because it seemed that Connie and the people behind the scenes seemed to know each other??

Connie took a sip of the soup and looked at the other four people present.

Sherlock understood, but he didn't approve of Connie's actions.

And Connie is purely trying to verify whether it is Moriarty or not.

She looked at Sherlock, her eyes pleading for help.

"Connie, isn't that the ......" at this time, Mrs. Hudson was unusually sensitive, and she was obviously very impressed by Connie's kidnapping at Christmas.

Connie pursed her lips, and those impressions came to mind irrepressibly.

"These gifts...... Do you like it? ”

Swallowing her saliva, Connie shook her body a little scared, she was probably too young to think about it at all, in fact, she couldn't understand the same reason she couldn't understand why Sherlock liked her.

But, lo and behold, after she died, didn't Moriarty still fall in love with Sherlock and kill each other.

"It's okay, I don't think he even remembers me." Putting down the dishes, Connie got up and smiled softly, but the atmosphere was clearly not really lightened by her pretending to be light-hearted.

"I think it's important to keep an eye on you, baby, you know, now that I think about it, it's too much of a coincidence." Henry's face was wrinkled, and his already wrinkled face looked even older.

Mrs. Hudson immediately agreed: "I think so too, you used to be young, but now you are older......"

Sherlock glanced over and immediately shut Mrs. Hudson.

John: "What's the situation?" What happened to Connie when she grew up? Isn't it older and more capable of self-preservation? Could it be that the murderer behind the scenes has kidnapped Connie before? ”

Connie, who knew what Mrs. Hudson was thinking but didn't know how to explain it to John: "......"

"Not necessarily because of me...... Mom, you think too much. "It's just because the plot begins.

And since the plot is still developing according to the previous trajectory, it means that at least Moriarty's original intention was just Sherlock.

"We were a natural pair." This is probably the deepest confession in his heart.

"I think Connie will be fine with us, don't worry. Mycroft has already sent someone to protect us. John spoke, and the rest of the group looked at him.

Why didn't you say it earlier?

This is the meaning in everyone's eyes.

John sighed: "It's the case of that civil servant, Mycroft suspects that there is a spy involved, then it is very likely to be an agent, so just in case, he filmed a bodyguard, and it is estimated that he will come over tonight." ”

As soon as the words fell, the doorbell rang at the door.

After everyone was stunned, Mrs. Hudson got up and went to open the door, but was stopped by Henry again.

"I'm coming, dear." The former boss of the West Side, his vigilance is always played at critical moments.

And Sherlock had already pulled the curious Connie to his feet.

"It's Helen." He whispered.

Connie was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed in surprise.

"Long time no see! Helen! As soon as the door opened, Connie broke free of Sherlock's grip and ran to the door.

Sherlock: "......"

John: "......"

The atmosphere is eerie.

"Who is Helen?" John asked curiously, but Sherlock didn't answer him, and when he turned his head again, John himself was surprised.

"Is that you?" The beautiful girl who asked for her name and kept saying her fake name.

"You're the one McCroft sent to protect me?" John looked at Helen in disbelief, he had always thought she was just doing paperwork.

"Protecting Connie, to be exact. As for you, Mr. Watson, I think Mr. Watson has other arrangements. Helen Pi replied with a smile and took Connie's hand into the bedroom.

Sherlock scoffed: "This whole street is already McCroft's spies, including the vendor you bought fruit the afternoon before yesterday, how did you know?" ”

Again, Sherlock's usual tone, with disdain and mockery.

John looked at Connie, who had disappeared in front of him, and fell silent wisely.

The little friend is now under the high pressure of the double human emotions of displeasure and jealousy, and it is better for him to retreat obediently and not to go up and hit the muzzle.

But......

"Sherlock, there's less than six hours left." He looked at his watch.

Another person's life is still in danger!

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and stood up.

"Go to the police station. Call Lestrade and ask him to look up the license plate number. ”

"Ian Monford. The car was rented by him not long ago, and this is his information. Lestrade came out with a piece of paper.

"Bankers. People in the city, rented with cash, the car has now been found, but no one is in sight. ”

"Now let's take a look." The three of them walked out of the police station and headed for the place where the car appeared.

At the same time, Connie, who had been chatting with Helen for an hour, had already been aroused by Helen's desire to eat sweets - because Helen was in charge of McCroft's three different sweets a day, she had always been very familiar with different brands of desserts.

And Connie craves dessert right now.

"I can get someone to send it over." Helen said.

Connie stopped her: "Why don't we go out together?" Drop by? Today's weather is nice. ”

Helen hesitated.

Connie smiled: "It's okay, I'm not the target of the murderer now, besides...... Moriarty really wanted to come to me, and the first place was here. Knowing that Helen was McCroft's right-hand man, Connie knew no less than she did.

Helen was right to think about it, although the boss was worried that Moriarty had sent her over, but so far there really hasn't been any movement, and the person is now playing a game with Sherlock, so he shouldn't notice this.

So he nodded: "Then go to another street, there are the best donuts there, you should like it." ”

When the two girls talked about desserts, Helen, a special person who could only rely on text messages to answer and maintain a relationship with her relatives, was a little excited.

The two went out as they talked, of course, just in case, she also called two people to follow at a distance when she went out.

“glory！” The doughnuts are sold out, but Helen meets her favorite.

Connie looked at the gorgeous dessert, the golden mousse ice cream scoop drizzled with freshly made hot chocolate, and Connie was so beautiful that she couldn't even put down the spoon.

"Try it." Helen, who was sitting in the corner, finished taking the picture, and couldn't wait to dig a spoonful and stuff it into her mouth with satisfaction.

Connie saw the blueberries and jelly inside, and couldn't help but dig a spoonful as well.

"Delicious!" With an exclamation, Connie looked at Helen excitedly, her eyes shining.

"This is the top three desserts list of BOSS." With that, she grabbed her phone and began to eagerly send photos to McCroft.

Connie took a look, and didn't know what kind of phone Helen was using, and the pixel height was surprising.

"What kind of phone is this? Why are there no signs? She asked curiously.

"Specially made by the National Intelligence Agency. It can be used for long-distance shooting, you know, our work, we have to monitor all the time. Helen shook the phone in her hand, and within two seconds of sending the text message, she received a text reply from Mycroft.

It's no secret how much McCroft hates texting and never texts as long as he can call.

Helen looked at the words proudly, and her boss said in a resentful tone, and stuffed another mouthful into her mouth with satisfaction.

Connie's eyes rolled: "Why don't we go around?" Can you take this opportunity to send more delicious food to McCroft? ”

Helen was very satisfied, and after thinking about it, she did not refuse.

"Let's do it quickly." Connie clenched her fists and sent a picture of herself to Sherlock.

At the scene of the crime, Sherlock, who had finished negotiating with Ian's wife, received a text message from Connie.

Clicking on the picture, John happened to come over to take a look and saw the extremely delicious dessert on the picture.

[Sherlock!] Helen and I went out to the dessert shop! Do you want to eat it? I'll bring it to you, and Mycroft will pay the bill! We eat poor him (☆_☆). ］

John: "......"

Sherlock pursed his lips and his fingers typed a few words quickly.

John sharpened his eyes this time and saw it.

[Whatever you want, bring two more copies to Mrs. Hudson and Henry.] ］

John: "......"

"Ding Dong"

This time, you don't have to look at John to know what the answer is.

"Sherlock." He coughed.

Sherlock looked at him, "What? ”

John looked at him, "Connie brought you dessert?" It's so sweet, hahaha......"

Sherlock withdrew his gaze, "I know. ”

John: "......"

Sherlock: "You can also ask Sara to bring it to you." ”

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John felt he should hold on a little longer.

"She's busy...... Ahem, of course, I mean, I love desserts too. "What a shame! But that's straightforward enough, isn't it?

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, looked at John for a while, and suddenly nodded: "Nice hobby." ”

John: "......"

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