novelraw Chapter 152 The same is the end of the world [16]
Chapter 152 The same is the end of the world [16]
I don't know if it was Connie's illusion, but the moment she finished her words, she always felt the body shaking.
Surprised eyes stared straight at Sherlock.
His eyes were as pale as still water: "There is a certain model on the cabinet in the bathroom, and there is an invisible combination box inside, which contains contraceptive pills and another model, and the larger model is locked by her. In the lockbox."
Connie nodded, and said stupidly: "So the smaller one belongs to Leonard..." But who would put condoms in the lockbox these days?
Sherlock saw her doubts.
"There are some of her personal items in there."
Connie had no desire to know what those so-called personal items were.
But she found it inconceivable that Sherlock could find the secret lockbox and guess the password in such a short period of time.
"How did you guess the password?" she asked.
Sherlock spat out a few numbers, which Connie thought looked like a birthday or something.
"I asked her birthday in the corridor." He said a she, but Connie knew it was Fiona.
"It's really lucky. If it's not her birthday, I won't have this harvest." Although Connie said this, she still found it a bit difficult to understand that Fiona used her birthday as a password.
After all, it looks like a very cunning and cautious person.
Sherlock spat out another number, and Connie was taken aback for a moment, looking at him.
"This is his date of birth on the information, which is obviously different from what she told me." Sherlock said lightly, and the phone page was placed in front of Connie.
Oh...it turned out to be seduction.
Connie knew it quickly, judging by her birthday.Fiona should be a very young girl, maybe she was about the same age as her before time travel, it was the time when the girl's heart was easily flustered, and she met Sherlock at this time...
"You don't seem surprised?" He raised his eyebrows and asked meaningfully.
Should be surprised...
"Maybe you have a source." Sherlock asked tentatively, and the refutation seemed to be echoed in Connie's reaction just now.
At that moment, Connie felt that the hair on the top of her head was standing on end in fright.
"Hehehehe..." How would she answer these words?
Telling lies will definitely be seen by him. If you don't tell lies, a series of problems will be involved, right?Then her vest was exposed unexpectedly...
"You mean, this Fiona is not the real person?" She changed the subject stiffly.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly.
He was joking, and it was meant to be a joke, but I have to say that Connie's reaction now is very intriguing.
He moved towards Connie, and when he sat directly opposite her, he lowered his head slowly, like a cheetah, staring at his prey with sharp eyes, focused and straightforward. her eyes.
Connie felt a little square.
"Yeah, so I took a piece of her hair and compared it with her mother. I think the result will be available soon, right?" He said after a long time.
Connie blinked.
"If she wasn't Fiona."
"Then she's a spy," he continued.
"If she is..."
"Then I think, this can explain your background, right?" he said so startlingly that Connie fell silent.
"You seem to be very afraid of her." For them, this is not a question, but a firm statement.
"I, I, I, I... I don't know what you're talking about." Connie trembled, her cheeks were suddenly sunken, and her mouth was pressed into a pouting shape by a big hand. She could only look at it for no reason and wronged. with Sherlock.
"I don't know why you are shaking?"
"..." Mom help!
"I, I..." Connie squeezed her fists and cursed secretly.
A sneer escaped his throat, and his hands let go of her face.
"Don't worry, your secret is safe."
How should I put it, this sentence can represent many meanings.
Connie looked at Sherlock suspiciously, wondering if he was spying on purpose or if he had already guessed it.
After thinking about it, she felt that the latter might be more likely. After all, Sherlock's character is not a person who likes to confuse.
Lowering her head in frustration, Connie took a deep breath.
Before he came here, he said that this place had something to do with her. He must have known something was wrong with Fiona, so he took her to Leonard's house and left her and Fiona alone. Also to see how she reacts.
#It doesn't feel good to be played around with. #
Connie thought she had figured everything out, and immediately glared at Sherlock silently.
"What?" He calmly added a handful of hatred points.
Connie stared at him: "Why do you ask me after you know it all? I don't think there's anything special about this case at all. You don't even need to come here to figure it out, and you brought me here on purpose. Are you here just to play me?"
It looked like a pink and tender roast suckling pig.
Sherlock looked at her calmly.
Connie felt aggrieved looking at him like that, and she didn't know what was wrong, her heart was sour, and her nose was a little blocked.
"Sherlock, you bastard!" She felt puzzled, and kicked Sherlock's calf directly. Gray marks were printed on his black trousers, and the small footprints made an obvious mark.
Looking at the footprints on his trousers, Connie's breath seemed to be half relieved in an instant.
In the next second, he met his deep eyes, and in a second, he looked guilty like a balloon that had been punctured.
"What do I know and you are so angry? Do you know what I know?" He leaned against the window with one hand resting on his chin, as if he was leisurely watching some scenery, not at all troubled by her previous actions angry.
Connie, who was guilty just now, such an attitude and words are the best catalyst for her.
"You can see that Fiona is not the original Fiona, then you!" She shouted angrily, and suddenly met Sherlock's eyes halfway through the shout, and suddenly realized that she seemed to have fallen into the Inside the pit, it stopped abruptly.
She stared blankly at the chuckling man.
"I don't know what, girl, but now I know, do you think so?" Connie didn't have any identity before she came to London, and there was no record of her identity in China. She is Suddenly appeared in London as a black household.
As for Fiona, a woman who, according to McCoff's information, seemed to have had a sudden temperament change some time ago.
The time is before and after the explosion in the town of Mandalay.
Today's meeting was enough for him to realize that something was wrong with that woman, as well as her unnatural hostility when she first saw Connie, and her self-confidence that she knew him well.
In short, he really was the one who fried Connie.
The two sat quietly in the car, and neither of them said a word. After getting on the elevator of the hotel one after the other, Connie finally couldn't help hesitating.
"Coffee." Entering the room, this was Sherlock's first words.
"Oh." Connie responded, holding the coffee beans to the coffee machine and began to grind the beans.
She stared blankly at the machine, struggling in her heart whether she should take the initiative to confess. Although such a thing is very incomprehensible, after getting along with Connie and Sherlock during this period, she feels that his character can still be understood. Believe me, this kind of grasp does not come from understanding him in the drama, but more from the experience of getting along with him personally.
It's one thing not to take the initiative to mention her background, and Sherlock has never asked such a question before, or expressed interest in this question, but now, her vest seems to be broken... Rather than being a little If he dissects it bit by bit, why not confess it himself?
In this way, at the very least, Sherlock might still be able to help her keep this secret for the sake of affection.
Thinking about it from another angle, Connie's mood immediately became less heavy, and instead she felt more at ease in her heart.
Seeing the sweat coming out of her palms, she walked to the sink and washed her hands carefully twice, then walked to the living room with the brewed coffee.
"Sherlock, coffee."
He handed over the coffee, Sherlock looked very normal, took the coffee and sat on the sofa, seeming to be smelling the aroma.
Seeing you sitting on the sofa beside you with a tray, you took a deep breath with a little nervousness.
"Sherlock, I have something to tell you."
He looked over.
"Yes." Her palms trembled a little.
time travel?Rebirth?Possession?
No, this is her own body, it's just shrunk, it should be considered a rebirth, right?But this is not her original world.
"..." He still looked at her steadfastly.
"Actually, I am not from here. Of course, I am different from Fiona. This is my original body. In fact, I am not 12 years old. I have already graduated from college, but suddenly I became myself. The appearance when I was 12 years old appeared in London, and I woke up on the streets of London..." She explained her origin somewhat incoherently, and at the same time looked a little nervous.
"You know me?" he said suddenly.
Connie froze for a moment, then nodded, "I know."
"Where did you know that?" He asked again.
"... TV series." She whispered, and his brows furrowed.
"TV series." He raised his eyebrows.
"But I also know that you are a very powerful detective, and you have an older brother who works in the intelligence agency..." There is also an unexplainable love affair with Peanut.
"...When you first appeared in 221B, I didn't recognize you until you said your name. Sherlock Holmes." She remembered when Sherlock just appeared in 221B, and felt that time passed So quickly, her vest fell off so unexpectedly.
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