The air pressure just went straight down.

Connie never expected that Mrs. Hudson would agree to Henry's imprisonment, and she still had a rejection of it.

Moreover, she did not think it was safe to go to prison.

"Don't worry, Henry is not a weak man." Sherlock comforted Connie, but Connie felt even more upset.

But in this matter, she knew that she had no ability to speak.

"How long?"

"It's going to depend on how long it will take Mycroft to deal with that group." Sherlock told the truth, but didn't give Connie much confidence.

Underworld.

Connie thought of Moriarty inexplicably.

Moriarty was originally an admirer of the underworld forces in London, although the current time is a little wrong, but he will become a big boss one day, internal devouring plus McCroft's solution, will the time be shortened quickly?

"It won't be long." Sherlock looked at Connie's expression and couldn't reason what she was thinking.

Connie looked up into his calm gaze and nodded heavily, "Hmm." "It won't be long.

There had never been a moment like she had hoped for Moriarty's big outburst.

At least for Sherlock's sake, or for her sake, Moriarty wouldn't do anything to harm Henry's life.

Will it?

Connie asked herself, and she somehow had some confidence in Moriarty.

Realizing the change in her mindset, she frowned.

Why did you suddenly believe in Moriarty?

"You go back first, the case will not be resolved until tomorrow."

Connie got up and looked at the door, "What about Mrs. Hudson?" ”

"She'll be back at the Sherlock Holmes mansion later, and she'll stay with us until Henry's case is settled." Sherlock said in a deep voice, Bruce had arrived in a car outside the door, and the driver was one of the agents of the day.

McCroft's subordinate, Helen.

"Helen will be in charge of protecting you and Mrs. Hudson these days, nothing is wrong, try not to go out." Unprecedentedly, Sherlock had more words than usual.

Connie agreed, and walked behind Helen to the car, but Sherlock behind her had a hint of heaviness in her eyes.

This matter is far from simple......

Returning to the villa with a heavy heart, Connie panicked and stayed alone in the kitchen and noodles, but her mind wandered in the direction of the road.

"Connie?" There was a knock on the door and a man entered, and Connie looked up and saw Sylvester.

"Huh? How did you guys get here? The door opened, and the few people who walked in were the same people from the genius team.

"The award is over, let's come and see you." Toby walked around the table with his hat on, picked up the cookies that Connie had baked and put them in his mouth.

"Oh! Your craft has improved again. He opened the refrigerator door and poured a glass of milk, exaggerating Connie's craftsmanship, but was hit head-on by Happy, and his hat was crooked.

"It hurts! You violent woman. Toby winked and glared at Happy, but shrank back as she squinted slightly.

Walter sat on the side, greeted Connie, and remained silent.

Sylvester laughed at Toby.

The quiet kitchen suddenly came alive.

"We're flying back to New York tomorrow. So come and see you today, are you okay? Several people went to the hospital to see Connie, but there was no one for a week, and Connie thought they were gone.

"There's a case in London, and we've just solved it." Walter spoke.

Toby immediately answered: "And it's still at the awards ceremony, this thing is really ......"

Everyone's expressions were flat, and there was a bit of emotion in their words, Connie smiled and didn't speak, and she didn't have much to pay attention to superfluous things.

"It's strange to say, how can the infighting of the gangsters involve the International Committee, and the government officials in these years are already so useless?" Toby spit out, instantly catching Connie's attention.

"What did you say?" She looked up, her hand frozen.

Gang forces are infighting.

Several people looked up at her.

"How?" Connie's expression made Toby realize something.

"It's that the bosses of the former north and south districts work together to kill the former boss of the west district, you must know that in the past, the west district and the east district fought against each other, and the boss of the west district was in charge of the north and south districts...... These infighting people really have no conscience. Toby made a personal opinion, but Connie felt a chill.

Everyone noticed that something was wrong with her.

"What's wrong?" Sylvester asked again, and Happy stopped him by patting Toby on the back.

Connie bowed her head in a sullen voice: "The boss of the West End is my stepfather, Henry. ”

Everyone present was silent.

Sylvester looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

Probably only Toby, who can still blow a whistle leisurely at this time.

"It's okay, don't worry, I believe that with the Sherlock Holmes family, nothing can happen to Henry, not to mention that Mycroft is not from the Intelligence Bureau? High-end government personnel should not be able to defeat those gangster forces. Happy comforted a few words.

Connie thought of Moriarty, inexplicably heartbroken.

"But it seems to have something to do with the Italian mafia."

As soon as this sentence came out, even Toby was silent.

"Oh my God, my girl, what a mess you're living in." He sighed from the bottom of his heart, and was stomped hard by Sylvester.

"Well, I mean...... There is hope for all things. Toby added, holding his feet.

Connie sighed and began to meet again.

"Sherlock says to send Henry to prison to keep him safe......"

Everyone looked at each other, but Walter said, "It's a good idea." ”

The crowd looked at him.

"At least that's the best thing to do so far." He vaguely picked up the biscuit made by Connie with disdain, and ate it without a bite, and the tsundere spirit had not yet been put down.

The gift-like tone caught Connie's full attention.

Looking up to see Connie looking at him intently, Walter blocked it and spoke again.

"The Italian mafia can't reach out to the prisons in London, and if there are prison guards, at least there will be no danger to life." It's better than running around the world.

Connie was silent.

"And, for the better of you and Mrs. Hudson." Toby added.

As a person who has been in prison, he said that someone above him is easy to do.

"Besides, isn't Mycroft from the government? As long as he gives an order, Henry will not suffer in prison, and maybe he will be able to live a leisurely life, that is...... It's a little lonely. But you and Mrs. Hudson can visit him regularly. Happy also added.

After convincing a few people with such words, Connie miraculously felt that going to prison was not a disaster.

At least it's better than Henry taking Mrs. Hudson all over the world and accidentally dying in the end?

Besides, both of them are getting older, and sooner or later there will be a day when they can't hold on.

"I'm worried about them keeping it a lie from me, but now it seems ......," Connie muttered, her little white hand resting on the dough, feeling a little better.

"Thank you for your comfort." She looked up and looked at a few people and smiled warmly.

"Meghan didn't come, I'll make some snacks for you to bring back to her."

Seeing this, people looked at each other and nodded.

Sylvester squeezed his chubby body to Connie's side, and watched her pinch the white face, only to feel that her eyes were full of joy.

In the end, not only did she make cookies for Megan, but Connie also made different flavors for everyone, and finally carried a large bag of freshly baked snacks and asked a few people to send them to Alex when they returned to New York.

The correspondence between the two is now basically one email a month, and she is too busy to greet Alex these days.

Several people happily accepted, and Walter's eyes warmed a lot.

In his eyes, his sister is the most important, and Connie's love for Meghan is indeed very popular with him.

Even when sending a few people away at the end, Walter made a special effort to comfort Connie for the first time.

After sending a few people away, Connie looked at a table full of small biscuits, took one and sat on a rocking chair in the courtyard and nibbled on it, the sky was getting darker, and Sherlock had not yet returned home.

The phone was less than 20 percent charged, and she didn't receive a single call or text.

Alas, with a long sigh, she lay down in the rocking chair, looking at the gradually blue sky in silence.