novelraw Chapter 139 The same is the end of the world [3]
Chapter 139 The same is the end of the world [3]
"Room service!~" A clear female voice sounded, and within half an hour, the suite had already taken shape, and it looked like a detective's room.
Connie opened the door and saw four girls outside: "I brought it to the restaurant for you, you probably haven't eaten yet." Spencer smiled and pushed the table in and opened the lid.
Needless to say, foie gras and caviar...
Connie nodded, picked up a piece of bread and bit it into her mouth, it melted in her mouth.
"It's delicious. Thank you." She thanked with a smile, and several girls came in swaggeringly.
One wall is being used as a blackboard, and Connie is going to buy a target later for Sherlock to shoot darts, but he didn't bring his violin, if he shoots the wall when he's bored...
Well probably not.
"What are your arrangements for the evening?" Lucia asked. Sherlock was taking a bath, and there was no one in the living room.
"Let's sort out the materials." Connie thought, Molik would send materials over later.
"Go and play by yourself, don't worry about me, have fun and take care of Spencer." She said subconsciously.Suddenly met Philomena's angry eyes.
"Um!?"
"I mean, she's not familiar with her place of life here. It would be bad if she gets lost. You guys are familiar with each other anyway..." Connie broke out in a cold sweat, and the back of her head suddenly felt cold.
Spencer said coolly: "Oh? I'm stupid? As for getting lost here... You can't take care of yourself, can you?"
Connie froze, and held Spencer flatteringly with a smile: "No, I mean, you don't know Burmese either. Wouldn't it be troublesome if you got lost?"
"Who says I can't." Spencer stood next to the sofa with his waist tucked in, a small sling fluttering in the wind, full of momentum.
Philomena followed without showing any weakness: "Just ask a translator to take it with you, what are you afraid of?"
Lucia patted her on the shoulder, couldn't bear it any longer, and couldn't get to the point after talking for a long time: "Connie, since you have a case to handle, it's not natural for us to leave you to play alone, or we will help you Bundle."
Christina looked at them drowsily, but she was not interested in using her brain.
Connie hesitated, not knowing how to refuse them.
At this moment, the sound of water flow stopped, and as soon as the door was opened, several people turned their heads to look. Sherlock came out with a white bath towel wrapped around his lower body, walked barefoot to the coffee table and drank water, with the pain on his back. There is a large drop of water falling down.
"Huh~" Philomena whistled, "You're in pretty good shape..."
Connie: "..."
Spencer: "Pervert!"
Lucia: "It's very interesting. It's not as good as my cleaner brother."
Christina: "With such white skin, he looks like a poor boy."
Connie: "...!"
Not a word of what they said fell into Sherlock's ears. After drinking half a glass of water, he slowly turned his head and looked at the door.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, then withdrew her attention again.
"Huh? Why is everyone here?" A young male voice sounded at the door, and Molik came in with a large box of materials, and he was hurrying with a full face.
Connie looked at the eager joy on his face, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like the concubine who was about to be favored by the emperor.
"Ahem..." What is this, it smells so bad?
The smell of dust made Philomena sneez twice.
Frowning, he glanced at the old box and the yellowed information page, and glared at Morik.
The young man patted his head and looked at the little girl who glared at him angrily, feeling puzzled.
"Get out." Sherlock walked over, and the four little girls kept backing away before they could do anything, and they had already retreated outside the door when they realized it. Close the door.
Connie stood where she was, watching a few people come to the door after they were blocked, then looked at Sherlock with a little impatient eyes, and quietly did not speak, Molik had already occupied the best position on the sofa, Waiting for the science of the case.
She shook her head, silently walked to the table and started making coffee.
Looks like tonight is really a sleepless night...
The few outside the door realized that they were about to slam the door in anger, and sent Connie a text message to comfort her.
"Hmph! Who's afraid of him, let's go! Go upstairs and eavesdrop!" Philomena raised her head and took a bold step.
The bottom of my heart is very shameful and I don't want to admit that I was scared just now.
The three followed her silently without saying anything.
And Sherlock, who closed the door, turned around and walked around the room, found a bunch of miniature bugs, and finally stood in front of Connie, staring at her.
"What... what's wrong?" Connie asked, touching her face.
Seeing Sherlock's eyes sweeping over him, he seemed to have paused for a moment, and then put it back: "It's nothing, the coffee is good... go sort out the materials." He lifted his chin slightly, and sipped the steaming coffee coffee.
Connie walked to the sofa, and was stopped by Molik before she could make a move: "Connie hasn't eaten yet, let's eat something first, I will tidy things up."
#Young man is full of energy now#
"Then Morik also eats a little? You didn't eat it either?" She asked, and Morik shook his head: "I ate a sandwich on the way here."
Connie was taken aback: "Sandwiches? Is that how we deal with dinner?"
Seeing Molik smiling, she glanced at Molik, and then noticed his thin figure.
So she turned her head to a glass of warm milk, and gave him another plate of foie gras: "Let's eat some together, anyway, I'm not in a hurry, Sherlock almost stays up all night when he starts a case, how many times?" Replenish some energy, and hold on later." She smiled sweetly, and Molik took the foie gras she handed over in a daze, put it in his mouth and bit it, and his expression suddenly dreamed.
There were three layers of dinner plates, everything from snacks to drinks. Connie poured a glass of milk herself, took the remaining fried bread and steak and started to eat. The two ate one from the left and the other from the right.
"Isn't Sherlock changing?" Noticing Sherlock's gaze, Connie looked up at him, who was just standing on the floor with bare feet, and the air conditioner in the room was turned on cold.
"Oh! Yes! The clothes I ordered should be delivered soon. Sherlock didn't bring a change of clothes, did he?" Molick said.
Connie covered her mouth and snickered, this is the end of waywardness.
Squinting her eyes to meet those eyes that seemed to be overflowing with cold air, Connie was taken aback for a moment, and then looked intently, Sherlock was standing by the table like a fairy again.She finished the meat on the plate in two bites, and took out the blanket to him: "Put it on first, don't catch cold, eat something...the clothes should arrive later."
She turned her head, Molik looked at the phone and nodded: "There are still about ten minutes."
Connie smiled, and suddenly a palm was placed on top of her head. She was led to turn her head in a daze, and met Sherlock's eyes as deep as the ocean.
Oh, it was the kind of gaze that she couldn't understand but felt weak in her heart.
He watched intently.
This was Connie's first and only feeling.
"What's the matter?" She asked blankly, watching Sherlock staring down at her, her chest suddenly throbbed a little.
"Steak." After a long time, he said lightly.
Connie blinked, moved his hand away and ran to the table to get a steak—fortunately, there was a second one.
It's rare that Sherlock wants to eat?
#It’s unscientific to listen to persuasion just once#
"Cut." He spoke again, his tone still calm.
Connie sighed helplessly, took a knife and fork and began to cut the steak into small pieces.
Putting down the knife, she looked at Sherlock with a plate and laughed, "Do you still want me to feed you?"
#天洪见见她是真实写笑#
Then saw Sherlock expressionless
Opened his mouth.
Connie was dumbfounded, really?
She picked up a piece of meat and tentatively put the meat into Sherlock's mouth, he really obediently bit the meat and chewed a few times before swallowing it.
Connie was dumbfounded.
Morik was so scared that he dropped the plates.
#Did the baby stray into something wrong_#
#Speaking of a high-cold detective feel#
# Does the boss's younger brother have any unspeakable strange hobbies? #
Looking at Connie's small body and immature face, Morik's brows became tangled into Sichuan characters.
Should he swallow this matter quietly or report it to the boss...
#The confrontation between ideal and reality#
Connie doesn't know about Morik's troubles, she only knows that even if Sherlock is barefoot and leaning on his body, a little friend of hers who is barely 1.6 meters has to reach out to feed a big man who is nearly 1.9 meters... It's almost a dog belt (ノへ￣,)
"Can't you eat by yourself? You're tall..." Connie looked at Sherlock's expressionless face sadly, once again refreshing Sherlock's level of arrogance in her heart.
He looked at his hand holding the blanket, and Connie understood, and suddenly imagined Sherlock's blanket only covering his chest, and suddenly couldn't help showing a smile.
"Forget it...it's a pity to have no clothes." She stretched out her hand, and before she took the next bite, two hands appeared on her waist.
"Ah!" Connie exclaimed with her feet off the ground, and she was placed on the table before she could react.
Sitting on the table, she was just on par with Sherlock.
"..."
"..."
"What are you doing?" she asked Sherlock.
But he didn't speak, just stretched out his head and ate the meat on her fork.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Amidst the light chewing sound, Molik covered his eyes with a blank expression.
#th#
#What's wrong with this world#
# Huh where is he? #
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