novelraw Chapter 150 The same is the end of the world [14]
Chapter 150 The same is the end of the world [14]
In the next few days, both Sherlock and Connie stayed in the hotel, and everything happened step by step as Sherlock expected.
Molik received the secret help of the Berkeley family, met the boss he loyally followed, and then suddenly disappeared.
Connie's judgment from Philomena can be roughly divided into two types: Either she was silenced, or she hid her identity and left.
As annoying as Molick was, Connie hoped it was the latter, and hoped he wouldn't hurt anyone else in the future.
But from a purely intellectual point of view... Connie thinks it's probably the former.
And Sherlock didn't pass the testimony to the Burmese police station at all. After leaving that day, they went straight back to the hotel. In the past two days, Sherlock hardly did anything, and didn't read the information all day long like a cat that didn't wake up. , slumped on the couch, surprising Connie with his lazy attitude.
Until the morning a few days later, the news of the police arresting Alice appeared on the TV news.
Connie can't understand Burmese, but she knows what Alice looks like. On TV, it was the time when the police arrived at the company to arrest her. Alice at the scene was wearing a white coat, and her expression was even worse than that day. .
She is like a puppet doll that has lost its vitality, allowing the police to kidnap her away.
Connie turned around silently and met Sherlock's eyes.
"You lost." He was talking about the bet between them that day.
Connie was silent: "Why did it fall on Alice?" Isn't it the boy's father?
"Oh, you know, that's a scapegoat who can replace anyone, and Alice, she can only replace this one. And what they need, I think more than one scapegoat." Sherlock came into the room with a slightly sarcastic voice. Connie's ear.
She was a little dazed: "But didn't Alice even refute it? Didn't she obviously not do it?"
There was a focus in Sherlock's eyes: "You have to know that Darwin can't solve everything, he can only make choices." When necessary, the choice is to die by himself or Alice.
Connie only felt that her heart would be blown away.
People's hearts are unpredictable, and the world is whirling.
She sat on the sofa sullenly, looking at the repeated reports and Alice's haggard and numb face, she felt disgusted with Darwin in her heart. Since Alice can automatically confess, someone she cares about must have been hurt , so she sacrificed for it.
Without Sherlock mentioning it, Connie can imagine how Darwin made Alice "self-sacrifice" willingly.
But this is not touching love, but a well-planned conspiracy.
"I hate these guys!" Connie cursed in a muffled voice, but there was nothing she could do about it.
"Don't worry, this is not a foregone conclusion." Looking at the dimmed eyes of the little man, Sherlock looked at her and said softly.
Those black eyes suddenly seemed to be filled with starlight: "Then what shall we do next?"
Sherlock felt his palms itch for a moment.
"Hmm..." He responded in a low voice. "Let's eat first, I'm hungry."
Connie: "..." It's so rare to hear this sentence.
Probably thinking that Sherlock would clean up those people when he was full, Connie called for takeaway and worked extra hard, and brewed a pot of steaming and fragrant coffee with great enthusiasm.
Half an hour later, room service came, and Sherlock came out of the bathroom feeling refreshed.
He picked up his coffee and drank it, casually took a piece of pizza, and while putting on his coat, Connie rolled a big mouthful of spaghetti, puffed up her mouth and quickly stood up.
As a result, Sherlock put on his coat and sat down.
Connie: "..."
"?" Sherlock looked at her.
Connie sat back brightly, smiled and picked up the juice to drink.
Why are you so leisurely today.
His expression was calm, but Connie felt that something was wrong.
"Sherlock?"
"Huh?" He responded, seemingly out of sorts.
Connie thought he was in a bad mood, so she asked directly, "Are you in a bad mood?"
He looked over, his gaze was like water, without a single ripple.
But Connie's intuition told her that she seemed to be right, but his mood seemed to be more than just bad.
"No." He paused and replied.
Connie pursed her lips and said nothing more.
The phone made a "ding dong", but he didn't move. A few seconds later, there was another "ding dong", but Sherlock still didn't move, as if he didn't hear the prompt at all.
Connie paused, then glanced at her phone: "Don't you want to read text messages?"
The letter was from Mycroft.
Sherlock picked up the phone and glanced at it, frowned slightly, and put the phone back where it was. Connie frowned, thinking that this matter might have something to do with McCoff, otherwise no one would let Sherlock Suddenly there was such a reaction.
Then, there is a silent meal time.
After breakfast, Connie followed Sherlock to the police station or FUCUS, but took a special car and the two arrived at the house of the congressman whose daughter was missing.
This made Connie very puzzled, and Sherlock's silence kept her silent.
Not inferior to the villa outside the Berkeley family's mansion, Connie saw the couple. I have to say that Connie was very surprised, because both of them looked young and good-looking, especially the black-haired woman, It looks a bit like a mixed Chinese and Western, with a three-dimensional appearance of a Western woman, exquisite appearance, and the gentle temperament of an Eastern woman.
But at the same time that she felt good-looking and eye-catching, Connie also felt a slight sense of disharmony. Just staring at the woman, she couldn't figure out where the discord was, but it made the woman notice her.
In fact, the woman's reaction when she heard Sherlock's name made Connie suspicious.
Surprised, clear, excited, calm.
Connie counted and probably captured these expressions in her more obvious expressions.
Could it be that Sherlock's name has spread to Burma?
Before Connie could come to a conclusion, the woman looked at her. No matter how she looked at her smile, Connie felt like she was hiding a knife in her smile. Just as her scalp went numb, the woman in front of her leaned over.
"What is this kid's name?"
Although Connie was a little nervous, she was still generous: "My name is Connie, Connie Hudson."
The woman's seriousness flashed with a flash of clarity, and then quietly drifted with a trace of doubt, as if she was scrutinizing the authenticity of Connie's words.
It's clear.
Connie bit her tongue, calmed down, and looked at the lady with a feeling of shyness: "My sister is so beautiful."
Now she knew where it was weird.
She said Connie Hudson, even if she knew Sherlock, she would never know Hudson, and she was puzzled, probably because of her natural oriental face, which made her puzzled.
And if this person knows Hudson... her origin is hard to tell.
"Hehe, the kid has such a sweet mouth." The girl replied, and the man behind him immediately hugged her.
This is Leonard.
"Sit inside." Unlike his wife, Leonard looked very mature.
But his face is very young.Like this beautiful wife, Connie paused, and still doesn't know her name.
"This is my wife, Fiona." Leonard introduced, trying to talk to Sherlock, and they walked inside together. Connie followed Sherlock, and caught Fiona occasionally drifting towards Sherlock's gaze.
It's very subtle...
Connie narrowed her eyes and walked aside in silence.
In the living room, Sherlock was greeted upstairs by Leonard, but Connie was held back by Fiona, who said she wanted to chat.
Connie looked at Sherlock's gaze, nodded, and he went upstairs with Leonard. Connie sat on the sofa and took a sip of the drink brought by the servant.
She was surprised at the first sip. It tasted very similar to the milk tea she drank in her school days. It was still matcha-flavored, but this one seemed to be more intense.
For a moment, Connie was startled, with a look of surprise and admiration on her face: "My God, what is this? It tastes so delicious, it's a bit like milk, but it doesn't seem to have any fishy smell?"
She happily met Fiona's eyes, her star eyes were full of love.
Fiona seemed to freeze for a moment.
"This is milk tea, I made it myself."
Connie lowered her head, pursed her lips, and picked up the quilt to take another sip, in fact to hide her surprise at the moment.
She sort of knew where this woman's sense of disobedience was. She was probably the same as her, and she knew Sherlock after passing through.
As for whether she was in the same era as her, Connie didn't feel much surprise at this time, but felt that she was more dangerous.
Just for her temptation.
But Connie could also understand her caution, but she couldn't relax in this atmosphere.
"You're amazing, I've never drank this...milk tea?!" She looked at Fiona with admiration, her eyes were so straightforward that no one could doubt it.
The cautiousness in Fiona's eyes lost most of it, but her doubts increased.
"Hehe, there are also small biscuits I made myself. If Connie doesn't mind, can I have some?"
Connie nodded, took a small biscuit she handed over, and took a bite: "It's delicious and cute." It was in the shape of a little bear. If it wasn't too dark in color, Connie almost thought it was a biscuit that she often used when she was a child. Eat fruit-flavored calcium tablets.
Fiona gave a low laugh: "Eat more if you like."
Connie nodded and began to eat obediently.
"What's the relationship between Connie and Mr. Sherlock?" Fiona asked lightly.
Connie clapped her hands: "It should be regarded as half an assistant. My mother has been in a bad mood because of my father's affairs and has no time to take care of me. Originally, I came here to play with my friends this time, but I met someone who came here to handle a case by accident. Sherlock is dead, so I followed him to help sort out some information."
Fiona smiled: "Working at such a young age? Connie is amazing. Connie's parents must be very happy for being so obedient."
Connie paused, and her eyes darkened: "I am a child adopted by Henry and Mrs. Hudson. I have been wandering on the streets before, but I am really grateful to them..."
Fiona was stunned: "Henry?"
Connie nodded: "It's my adoptive father. They are a very loving couple." A cheerful expression appeared on Connie's face again. She was a child who seemed to like those parents very much.
Fiona's eyes gradually became much calmer.
Connie picked up the milk tea and took another sip, watching Fiona's expression from the corner of her eye, she was already relieved.
She seemed to be afraid of something.
"The king of heaven covers the tiger of the earth." This secret word really came unexpectedly.
And Connie was in a daze, and when she realized what Fiona said, she subconsciously replied: "What?"
She did accept that sentence with a slow reaction.
Heavenly King Gedihu.Why is this old shit still in use?
Connie looked at Fiona suspiciously: "What are you talking about? Chinese?"
Fiona looked at her: "You don't understand Chinese?"
Connie put down her teacup: "I still know a little bit!" She spoke Chinese with the accent that Spencer used to roll her tongue when he deliberately satirized her, and she even spoke a somewhat strange feeling of Spanish.
For a moment, Connie felt that Fiona's expression was stiff, but she pretended not to see it, and happily asked for praise: "This is given to me by a classmate at school. He is amazing!"
Fiona nodded: "Yes, Connie is very powerful."
So far, her expression no longer has those previous temptations.
Food was served again, and not long after, Fiona let Connie sit alone. Connie was happy and quiet, so she also sat on the sofa and watched animations, while waiting for Sherlock to finish.
And the conversation upstairs didn't seem to be long. By the time Connie put down the second cup of milk tea, the plate containing the biscuits was already empty, and Sherlock also came down from upstairs.
Connie rubbed her swollen belly, looked over contentedly, and met his unhappy gaze.
"..."
"Are you full?" Connie always felt that there was a slight threat in this question.
She burst into a big smile: "Fiona's milk tea is really delicious."
"Let's go when you're full." He stepped down the stairs and turned a corner in the middle, but he stood still.
Connie immediately picked up her coat and ran over while touching her swollen belly.
"ended?"
"Hmm." He nodded.
Just as the two were about to leave, a female voice came from the stairs.
"Sherlock has worked hard, why don't you stay here for dinner? It's also our thank you for looking for Anna."
Connie looked up and saw Fiona coming slowly up the stairs.
"Σ(°△°|||)︴." The golden floor-length dress felt like he was walking a red carpet, but fortunately it was a soft skirt.
Her hair and makeup are all completely new, her fair skin seems to be shining, and her whole body seems to be blingbling.
Her red gouges showed off her toes, which were bright red in color.
There is a feeling of a peerless enchantress.
But Connie was still a little dumbfounded.
In my own home, is it necessary to be so meticulous?
The author has something to say: There are two updates today! (????) The baby is heating up~~~