[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Watch out, follow the world behind

There's always someone around you who will shout

This is nothing.

— Sunday morning

Sometimes life and drama are not so different, and when the big change needs to come, it comes.

Connie never thought that an ordinary self would be the center of a huge conspiracy.

why?

Because she died once.

The deepest secret, the secret she kept carefully in her heart.

A secret that even Sherlock keeps well.

Everything in the world is connected.

For example, although the deaths of those lovers had nothing to do with her, the revenge of the next generation implicated her, and the organization formed because of her created all these conspiracies because they wanted to study her.

Everything is in its own cycle, endless.

But Connie prefers to see this as an unbearable curse.

Once again, she was taken away in front of Sherlock.

Always thought that staying with Sherlock was the safest - because he is the protagonist of this world?Or maybe it's because of my overwhelming self-confidence in him, so despite the fear and worry, I am always lucky to have myself.

After all, she was classified as "one of my own" by Sherlock.

#Face Slapping Always Comes So Unprepared#

In the dark cave, there is a faint will-o'-the-wisp.

Connie, who lifted the sack, looked at the group of men in black robes, feeling layers of panic in her heart.

——Fortunately, not everyone has dry and horrible skin like bark like the one that took her away that day.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Maybe it's because she didn't have the last bit of fluke, but she was calm and disfigured.

When no one answered, she was checked into a closed room.

It's hard to imagine who would live in a house made of stone -- and not a caveman.

There were piles of men in black behind her, she walked into the slowly opened stone door, and saw that man in the dim light of the fire.

That day, the person who took her away.

He is indeed a human being, with his pale hair hanging down, with a decadent decadence.

And this time, Connie also saw his true appearance.

Looking over his back, she saw an old and unhuman face.

Her pupils shrank reflexively, and she covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

"who are you?"

Those still clear eyes looked at her.

These are not the eyes of an old man.

This was Connie's first feeling.

His eyes are like an upright man in his prime, extremely clear.

"Hello, we meet again." His voice sounded weak, but still young.

Connie took a step away and sat down on a stone bench not far from him: "Hello..."

"...Why did you bring me here?"

He was silent for a long time: "Sorry, you will be sent back soon." His voice was sincere, as if he was sincerely apologizing to Connie.This made her even more puzzled.

He seems to be the leader of that group of people, since he caught her, why should he apologize?

"I don't understand, you took me out of the hospital last time and disappeared again, now you brought me here and said that I will be sent back soon... What is your purpose?" This is really self-confident contradiction.

She believed that he had no intention of harming her, otherwise he could have done it last time.

He was silent for a while, shook his head, and refused to answer.

It seems to have become a stone statue.

Connie lowered her head in frustration, looking dejectedly at the torches around her.

Sherlock...

"May I ask the case of Mr. St. Paul's, is it related to you? Those twin girls..."

"Shut up!" he yelled suddenly and fiercely.

The stone door opened behind him, and a beautiful woman walked in.

Seeing her eyes, she was obviously delighted: "Honey, you brought her here?"

Connie saw the gorgeous and arrogant woman sitting intimately next to the aging man, her eyes widened in surprise.

This pair...is a couple?

Her surprise was not ignored by the two of them. Unlike the man who didn't move, the woman gave her a hard look, as if she could eat her in one bite.

Connie hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I was just a little surprised..." Physiological reactions can't be controlled.

But her apology so bluntly left them speechless.

It's the first time I've seen this.

Seeing that the faces of the two men had improved, Connie answered subconsciously: "You seem to be quite a match."

Who would have thought that woman looked at her, and said emotionally, "Oh? How do you match?"

How to match?

Connie dug her brain and found it a bit difficult to answer. Finally, she looked at the man, and the pampering in her eyes couldn't be more obvious.

"You are very much in love with each other." Being in love is the greatest match.

Probably because this sentence worked, the woman looked away with satisfaction, and leaned on the man's shoulder.

It's just that the strength is like being afraid of crushing him, with careful care.

Connie suddenly felt sad.

This picture is so emotional.

Then life betrayed her.

"For the sake of your sweet mouth, I will leave your whole body later."

"...!" Connie looked at the man with disbelief in her eyes.

#It’s okay to go home later? #

"Emilia, don't make trouble." Even the words of complaint in his mouth were full of tenderness and doting.

The woman named Emilia looked at the man stubbornly: "I don't care, as long as I can save you, I can kill anyone!"

Connie included in anyone:  …

Oh no, she's still standing here alive.

But... save him?

Her strange eyes drifted towards that man. Could it be that he has something to do with her?

She didn't remember that she had studied medicine.

"You used to keep it from me, but now, you can't stop me!" She pulled out a dagger from nowhere, and rushed towards Connie.

The speed was astonishingly fast, like a ninja, one second was still two meters away, and the next second was in front of her eyes, Connie looked at her dully, with a fierce wind, the cruel blade just pierced into it her shoulders.

"Ah!" Waiting for a reaction, the dagger has been pulled out of the shoulder, leaving blood gurgling.

Connie burst into tears in pain, curled up and hid behind the stone.

Is she really going to die here today?

Despair and sadness floated into her eyes...

She thought everything would be different.

"Stop! Emilia!" With a heavy cough, the man fell off the stone. At this moment, Connie was just saved, and the dagger that was swung to the forehead was retracted.

Emilia flew to the man's side: "Gabriel!" She roared in distress, like a wounded little animal, sobbing and tearfully helping his frail body.

The cold and hard shell looked extremely fragile at this moment.

"Don't kill her, I'll find another way."

Connie had a certain judgment on this woman at this time.

Clutching the bleeding wound, she passed out from the pain when she heard Emilia's promised answer.

The organization that excites Sherlock, stronger than Moriarty's and Mycroft's, is led by this woman.

From this we can see how terrifying this woman's ability is.

And she loved the dying man with all her heart.

Before she fell into a coma, she glanced at the man with compassionate eyes, and Connie murmured weakly.

"Brother, good people will be rewarded..."

The sound of ticking echoed in my ears.

Connie woke up from the numb pain.

The glass facing her stunned her for a moment—because the glass was only half an arm's length away from her eyes.

Outside the glass is a clean white wall.

White, white, white.

White is everywhere.

The wound on the shoulder has been bandaged, and all she has left is a vest and underwear, which are still pure white.

She tugged at her parched lips, revealing a stiff smile.

#Fortunately, she is not yet fully developed, otherwise she will show her point#

but……

She turned to look at the larger transparent coffin on the right, which was probably an enlarged version of hers.

Maybe it was for that man named Gabriel.

What the hell are they going to do to her?

Sherlock...

In the drowsy sleepiness, she seemed to see Sherlock's indifferent eyes on the glass.

Should he... be in a hurry now?

The soreness surfaced in her heart, and slowly went to the lacrimal glands through her body, her eye sockets were slightly hot, and in the numb sleepiness, she fell into a deep sleep again, and the pipe connected behind her was a transparent liquid that was slowly poured into her body.

A tear rolled down the corner of her eye.

She fell asleep.

as usual.

The author has something to say: Although the Ching Ming Festival has passed, I still want to say happy holidays to everyone! [What the hell...] ​​On the 3rd and 4th of Qingming Festival, I went to the countryside to pack Qingming fruit. It was basically a busy rhythm. I have been waiting for a long time. One update today and two updates tomorrow. ~~~