novelraw Chapter 154 The same is the end of the world [18]
Chapter 154 The same is the end of the world [18]
It never occurred to Connie that she would be the [object] of Sherlock Holmes, any more than it occurred to her that she would fall into this world for no reason, but she never had any sense of purpose for herself, and she It's also very practical, so after seeing that post, she thought that Sherlock really liked her a bit...
Well, this brings up another very critical question.
Why does Sherlock "like" her?
You know, this kind of love is not just the kind of love for little sisters, but the kind of love that men have for women... Although Connie knew that Sherlock would never be a pedophile, she felt that only this might be the most disturbing thing. She accepted it, after all, she is just a 13-year-old kid now, and compared to foreign kids in their teens who are protruding, kissing, and hugging, her appearance is really beyond flattering.
This caused her to reflect and examine herself.
#On my own merits#
Can cook some meals, clean the house, helpful, sensible and well-behaved, hardworking, and extremely smart.
Food is a skill honed slowly after coming here. After all, Mrs. Hudson will always create disasters in the kitchen, and they can't afford to eat takeaway-more importantly, the food in Great Britain is better than that in their hometown. It’s really not so many grades... Cleaning is because Mrs. Hudson adopted her, and I can’t do my best. I can’t let the old man do it. In this old man’s house, he will always be holding a feather duster, bullets and ashes case.
As for the other advantages, they were all evaluated by her neighbors.
After pondering for a while, Connie raised her eyebrows very unacceptably: "Could it be the excellent traditional virtues of my Greater China that attracted Sherlock?"
#I don’t know why I suddenly feel a little square#
"What are you doing in a daze?" At some point, the sound of running water had stopped, and Sherlock came out wearing a bath towel, exposing his dripping chest. His wet curly hair was flicked by him, and a few drops of water splashed on Connie's face .
"Huh?..." Connie looked up stupidly, feeling lucky that she put the phone back in her hand early.
Unexpectedly, Sherlock glanced at her, and picked up the mobile phone beside him.
"Have you seen it?" He chuckled, with a faint tremor in his deep laughter.
"...No." She felt that she could still struggle.
Raising eyebrows: "Lying?"
"……Um."
"Good girl." He patted Connie's forehead lightly and praised.
Connie blushed and stole a glance at Sherlock, then ran out of the room immediately.
A chuckle came from the lightly closed door, and the little girl outside the door, with a blushing face, cupped her forehead and groaned.
Connie had a sleepless night.
When it was slightly dawn, she was pulled out of bed by the movement in the living room. She thought it was Sherlock getting up to drink coffee, but as soon as she came out of the room, Connie fell and ate shit.
When he stood up, he saw a person lying at the door of his room.
If it wasn't for the sharp-eyed recognition of this face-down little friend, Connie would probably scream in fright.
"I'm thirsty...have some water!" There was a shout from behind, and Connie turned her head to see Christina lying on the sofa, and Lucia was lying on the carpet at her feet.
Connie was a little thoughtful and terrified.
With the sound of "ding ding donglong", Connie ran over quickly, but saw Philomena, whose upper body was half-faded, leaning on the water table, drinking water from the faucet.
#Simply appalling#
Connie poured her a glass of warm water, turned off the tap, and dragged her into her room. There was obviously no room outside, otherwise Spencer wouldn't have slept by the door of her room.
"Huh? Connie? Long time no see?" Philomena could hardly walk in a straight line, and she was stupefied when she saw Connie giggling and still shaking her head.
Connie sighed helplessly, shaking her head to avoid Philomena's mouth full of alcohol, what did they do last night!
After finally comforting Philomena on the bed and falling asleep, Spencer hugged her right foot as soon as she opened the door. Looking at Connie, who was sleeping soundly with her head on the back of her foot, she was heartbroken. squatted down.
However, this does not mean that she can pull up Spencer.
Philomena is still considered a little princess. Although she is a little heavier than her, she can still stand up by herself.
The one on the ground has obviously fallen asleep...
After struggling for a long time, Connie didn't have the slightest hope of success, so she sat down and leaned against the door. She lowered her head in discouragement, and suddenly remembered that such a movement would wake Sherlock up, but The closed door didn't seem to be opening at all?
She hesitated for a moment and called out.
"Sherlock?"
"Sherlock!"
"..." There was no reply.
#Forget it, she should sit first. #
Bowing her head and sighing deeply, Connie wrapped her pajamas and leaned against the threshold. She didn't expect that the sleepiness that hadn't come all night would come so slowly. Looking at the two people who fell asleep in the living room, Connie suddenly felt that her eyelids were a little bit tight. Heavy, before she had time to think, she leaned against the door frame and closed her eyes, slowly falling asleep.
In the opposite room, there was no one there.
At Myanmar Central Airport, Lestrade got off the plane alone with his luggage. After receiving a call from Sherlock yesterday, he received a direct order from Mycroft. So at night, he left his wife and came to Myanmar. .
In front of the magnificent hotel, through the glass door, he saw Sherlock in a windbreaker, sitting in the lobby and reading a newspaper.The waiter at the door walked in with the luggage, and Lestrade followed behind. After sighing how wealthy the hotel was, he walked up to Sherlock.
"Are you waiting for me here?" He asked, and saw Sherlock behind the newspaper, his eyes were clear and bright, but the eyes were slightly black and blue.
"You stayed up all night?" He sighed, although he didn't know what case Sherlock was here to handle, but the transnational was enough to trouble him.
You must know that any case, as long as it involves diplomatic relations, will be complicated procedures and negotiations, and the purpose of Shylock calling him here is obviously to deal with those trivial matters that he has no time to pay attention to.
"Yeah." He nodded, picked up the coffee and took a sip.
Pointing to the sofa opposite: "It's prepared for you."
Lestrade's eyes widened, and he sat down on the sofa flattered.
"Here, for me?"
Sherlock nodded.
Lestrade seemed to faint with excitement.
"There's no need to make such a fuss, Lestrade, it's just a breakfast." Sherlock said in a tone of impatience, as always.
This made Lestrade feel a little dazed while he was relieved.
This is not a dream, is it?
"Where's Connie? I heard that she is also visiting Burma, haven't you met?" Lestrade just asked casually.
"Oh, she's upstairs sleeping." Sherlock's answer almost made him spit out.
This kind of surprise that came out of nowhere.
"Oh, is that so, she and her friends also live in this hotel?" It was a coincidence.
"Well, she lives with me." Sherlock nodded, urging: "Eat quickly, go up and prepare after eating." This is the rhythm of chasing cases.
Lestrade nodded: "I don't have a car yet. How about you go up first?"
Sherlock glanced at him, not knowing what to think: "Just stay with us, it's more convenient."
Lestrade was very satisfied that he didn't need to go to the leader for reimbursement after spending extra money himself, so he nodded and speeded up the meal. After 5 minutes, the plates were all gone.
He wiped his mouth and got up: "Let's go."
"Wait a minute." Sherlock put down the newspaper and waved his hand. A waiter came over with a bag, which seemed to contain something hot.
I saw Sherlock carrying the paper bag and walking towards the stairs first.
Lestrade suddenly felt that this kid brought Connie breakfast and left a copy for him by the way. This is not the same as "ordering a breakfast specially for him".
Tilting his head, Lestrade had a premonition that something was wrong. What kind of inexplicable feeling is this... Why does it feel weird?
The door card swiped the door lock, the white door opened, and a... mess appeared in front of him.
"..." Sherlock frowned deeply.
"..." Lestrade felt a little hot in his eyes.
I saw two girls, one occupying the sofa and the other occupying the carpet. Looking to the side, a little black girl was sleeping soundly with one leg under the pillow, and the little girl whose leg was under the pillow was Connie.
"Living together? What were you talking about just now?" Lestrade looked at Sherlock emphatically.
After all, it was too weird for a grown man to live with four girls.
Sherlock straddled his long legs and walked in directly. The bag was thrown on the tea table. He stepped in front of Connie's room. He sneezed, and suddenly his eyes sank.
"..."
Lestrade watched as Sherlock tore away the little black girl's arm, threw her aside, and picked up Connie, he couldn't bear to look straight at him.
"Water..." There was a cry from the room, Sherlock glanced in, and carried Connie directly into his room, staring at her slightly frowning brows, the corners of his mouth gradually pulled into a straight line.
Lestrade glanced in quietly and bowed his head silently.
So it's not four but five...
He is old and doesn't understand the young people of today.
Pulling the little girl on the ground to the carpet, Lestrade sighed softly and sat silently on the single sofa.
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The baby forgot what was written earlier...so I went back and read it again (☆_☆).
The baby just finished the IELTS test yesterday, and today he will start the daily update for half a month!
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