“yes！” In the afternoon, almost all the police officers in the police station were dispatched and ambushed in the subway.

Sure enough, not only did they stop another riot, but they also caught the "masked guys" this time.

Lestrade solved the case, and in his year as a new police officer, it undoubtedly laid a huge foundation stone for his future.

After interrogating all the arrested people one by one, they actually came up with the clues they needed, which was great news for the entire police station.

Reporters from all major media outlets have already contacted the bureau and will hold a press conference early tomorrow morning to answer this question.

Pauline is the best of them, and Lestrade, who has never been good at dealing with reporters, thinks of Sherlock Holmes, who helps him, and the lovely Connie.

So after leaving the police station, Lestrade went straight to 221b.

When Lestrade stormed into the house, Connie was preparing dinner.

In fact, long before Lestrade, there was another visitor.

Big Sherlock Holmes -- I believe everyone knows who they are talking about.

Seeing the legendary man who is said to be the only person who can match or surpass Sherlock in intelligence, Connie refuses.

Why?

Sherlock is still in college, and at the age of 23, he reads when he was younger.

And his brother, Mycroft, was seven years older than him—exactly 30.

At this age, it stands to reason that it should be the time when you are in your prime!

But.

Is your hairline a little higher?

And the folds on that face...... What about the thirty-one flowers of the man who said good? (#￣～￣#)

Although he looked a little anxious, it was clear that his appearance had stopped growing from this point on—it seemed to be no different from the appearance of peanuts.

Connie calmly ushered people upstairs.

Sherlock was drinking coffee again, and it seemed that he had expected this person to come.

"Isn't it the time for all sorts of things? What wind blew you here my brother. Sherlock glanced at Mycroft and said boredly.

"Just give me a cup of flower tea, please. Personally, I prefer daisies. Mycroft, who was in his early thirties, sat down unceremoniously on the couch, and although he didn't have an umbrella as a crutch yet, he didn't seem to have a very good waist.

Daisy?

Tea?

Oh Mo! Mom, did she accidentally find something?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes. There are no daisies at home...... Maybe rose tea is okay? She nodded.

"Oh, don't be so polite, dear Connie, please call me Mycrof. Of course. It is believed that roses are also a good choice. Mycroft smiled and looked at Connie.

She froze...... Sherlock is even a decade older than her, and he is also a person who can be an older brother, and the British culture is occasionally not so burdensome.

But a round and a half older than her, Mycroft? Let her call her by name?

Forget it, she remembered that this brother was still a confidential member of the British government......

Besides, where did the important members of the government come from?

So he smiled, and Connie's heart suddenly trembled.

"No, you're welcome sir, I'm going to make tea."

Closing the door and exiting, Connie cautiously went downstairs to make tea, not having time to consider Mycroft's bad taste.

Daisy flower tea or something......

As soon as Connie was out the door, McCroft restrained her smile and turned to Sherlock.

"What's wrong my brother, according to your speed, you should have been in control by now, right?"

Sherlock gave him a blank look, as if he didn't mean to speak.

Sighing, Mycroft was silent for a long time, knowing that his younger brother would not be so obedient.

However, from this point of view, Connie should not be a threat.

"Oh, Mycroft, aren't you just asking how I'm doing? I think you said that London is more interesting? ”

"Didn't you just solve a subway bombing?" McCroft raised an eyebrow, is this still boring?

Sherlock sneered, "If I hadn't seen that mark, were you going to let me keep looking?" Aren't you afraid I'll mess up your plans? ”

"Not really, after all, you're my brother." McCroft's tone was full of confidence.

Sherlock didn't feel proud of it.

"Okay, I'm just here to see how you're doing, and my mother recently said that I miss you very much, so I'll contact you when I'm free." Mycroft got up and turned to Sherlock on the couch: "And Connie, I hope you can find out where she comes from, after all, her identity lives here in 221b, and she is really sensitive." ”

Seeing that his brother still ignored him, Mycroft also knew that he didn't listen.

However, it is still necessary to say it, after all......

"Mr. McCroft, your tea." Connie pushed the door in through the door.

I couldn't see anything on my face.

Mycroft's eyes twinkled, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Thank you, lovely Connie. But I'm leaving, this tea, just wait until the next time we meet. He was about to go out.

Connie turned sideways to let him out, paused, turned to look at Sherlock, and said, "Mr. Sherlock, Officer Lestrade is downstairs, saying that he wants to invite you to tomorrow's press conference. ”

"No, no." Sherlock took a sip of his cold coffee, and one rolled over and lay down on the couch with Connie on his back.

"Okay, I'll tell Officer Lestrade." After a pause, Connie answered, closed the door and turned to go downstairs.

He had a steaming cup of tea in his hand.

Downstairs, the newly arrived Lestrade was drinking flower tea.

Finally solved a big case, he was in a relaxed mood at this time, and when he heard that rose tea was beautiful and eye-catching, he rarely asked Connie for a drink.

As a result, I turned my head and saw a man coming down from the stairs, and I was stunned for a moment.

"May I ask who you are?"

"Oh, the contempt is a minor official of the British government named Mycroft Holmes. You must be the same Officer Lestrade, who has admired his name for a long time. ”

The quality of the government's important officials is that there is nothing to say about the high ground.

"Where, where is your Excellency Mycroph Holmes?" As soon as Lestrade saw the appearance of hearing this great name, his expression became awe-inspiring.

"It's despicable. Sherlock also wants you to take care of it, officer. My brother is still young and ignorant. Sherlock Holmes smiled softly, and was stunned for a moment. Immediately reacted, and immediately smiled into a flower.

"Of course, I'll help Sherlock in whatever I can." He smiled softly, but he roared in his heart - what the hell Sherlock was actually Mycroft's younger brother reads;!?

Yes, they have the same surname, they are all Sherlock Holmes, why is he so stupid, obviously there are a few more people with the surname Sherlock Holmes in London!?

As soon as Connie went downstairs with tea, she saw the picture of the two looking at each other and smiling, and suddenly a grass and mud horse galloped past in her heart.

Suddenly remembered, it seems that there is something greasy between these two people......

"Then, I'll leave first, this is my business card, if there is anything wrong with my brother, I hope you will take care of me, and you can also look for me if necessary, after all, this brother has been naughty since he was a child......" McCroft didn't know where to find a gilded business card.

Engrave! Gold! Target!

Connie was suddenly dazzled by the golden business card.

She can't ask for one! At least a month's worth of food!

Sure enough, the people of the Sherlock Holmes family are all real tyrants, don't explain!

Then a second thought quickly rushed to Connie's mind.

Ahh......hhh Could it be that she met the scene of the century where the two fell in love at first sight!?

Whew!! This is a confidential scene!!

On this great day...... Was she just witnessed!? ~(￣┰￣*)

I saw that Lestrade took the business card rather shyly and carefully took it in his arms.

The hands holding the teacups trembled slightly.

It looks a little inexplicably embarrassed.

Connie guessed maybe he didn't have a business card, or maybe he was shy, or both!?

"Connie, what did Sherlock say?" Lestrade was excited, but he couldn't find a business card when he touched it up and down, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and he didn't know what to do, but he saw Connie in a blink of an eye, and it was as if he had found a life-saving straw.

Connie stood on the stairs and was named, stunned for a moment, and then saw Mycroft's gaze, and suddenly her whole body froze.

She must have been hated, and the century side with her sweetheart was ruined by her.

"Uh...... Mr. Sherlock said he wouldn't be going tomorrow. Given the fact that Sherlock doesn't say good things, everyone present knew it, and Lestrade didn't mind, so Connie just said it.

"Oh." Lestrade seemed to have anticipated this answer for a long time, and was not much disappointed.

Connie also wanted to ask Mycroft if she wanted to stay for dinner, and by the way, she drank the cup of flower tea she had brewed, but before she could speak, there was a buzzing in the kitchen.

So Connie's antenna moved, instantly put the tray on the table, and ran into the kitchen.

Boom...... Her braised Dongpo pork! Don't burn it!!

Hurriedly turned on the oven and brought out the plate with gloves, and the aroma immediately filled the room.

Looking at the red flesh, Connie's eyes narrowed with laughter.

She wanted to eat Dongpo pork, but the texture of the stew was still a little greasy, so she sprinkled it with baking powder, brushed it with a thin layer of sauce, and baked it in the oven - so that the meat would have a crunchy feel and not lose its elasticity.

And now it seems that this new attempt is good, surpassing her previous works and giving her a surprise.

She said she could eat half of the meat for four people!

Instead of authentic rice, Connie substituted some of the family's whole grains – something that inspired her from today's market aunt.

A small pot of "rice" made from millet red rice and black rice is bubbling with a fresh aroma at this time, and the color is also beautiful.

Excitedly opening the pot and smelling the aroma, Connie just wanted to smash two hammers on her head - why didn't she think of it in the early days?

"Oh my God! It smells so good! What is it? "Lestrade has come to smell it.

I saw that the plate of meat could no longer walk.

Connie took a knife and fork and cut a slice for him: "Try it, officer, this is my meat specialty, I played well today, do you want to help me taste it?" ”

Lestrade rubbed his hands: "Then I'm welcome." ”

Forked a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, and suddenly his expression was dreamy.

"Oh my God, if I were ten years younger, I would have to chase you as my wife! Connie, the person who can marry you in the future is really too Star Lake......" The delicate flesh and juicy taste were so smoky that Lestrade couldn't even speak.

Connie smiled, and in a blink of an eye, she saw Mycroft walking into the kitchen behind her, and her smile froze: "Where, if the officer likes it, I can give you the recipe, or when you want to eat it, just tell me, I'll make it for you." ”

Then he carefully took another plate and cut a slice: "Mr. McCroft wants to try it?" ”

"You're welcome."

Mycroft, who tasted a slice, also sighed in his heart, I have to say that the little girl's cooking skills are not worse than those chefs, at least this meat, he has never seen anyone who can cook it so tender, juicy and not greasy.

Could it be that Sherlock was bought by her cooking skills, so she refused to check on her?

The Boss began to think crankily.

Connie watched nervously at his changing expression, looking very satisfied at first, but what did the look of doubt and anxiety mean in the back of the eyes?

"How's it taste, sir?"

McCroft took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth: "It's not bad, lovely Connie, I am really surprised by your cooking skills, although the British government has raised a lot of talents, but in terms of cooking, I have always felt that under the leadership of the Queen, the British food culture has a ...... with countries around the world."

It was another official gushing, a straightforward praise that didn't match his expression just now - and a large piece of knowledge that Connie couldn't understand outside of the praise.

And.

It's a good thing to say praise...... But...... How can there be a feeling of a gentle knife ( ̄△ ̄; )？

How can I say it...... It's like it's just a piece of meat......