[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Central London.

Sherlock got off the bus on a busy street.

Who would have thought that the secret organization was hidden under the bustling landmarks.

Not even Mycroft and Moriarty can come close, Specter.

He thought this must be an extremely intelligent woman, even Moriarty could play with it under applause.

Approaching the main road alone, he entered an ordinary-looking cafe.

Ordering a cappuccino, he drew a ghost on the gray back.

"trigger." He pushed the cup in front of the barista and spit out the word under his shocked gaze.

This is the 'safe passage' for ghost members who are walking outside. Once someone walks this way, it means that something big is about to happen.

In fact, this is just the most direct and effective way to enter the ghost that Irene gave Sherlock.

And for Sherlock, once is enough.

He was respectfully welcomed into the locked secret room, opened by the man's fingerprint lock, and he stepped into an underground passage.

It was dug by hand, and it can be seen that it is very fine. After walking a delicate secret passage, the two came to an elevator.

Sherlock only got on the elevator, looked at the respectful people outside the glass, and pressed the button.

There are only up and down buttons in the elevator.

A second later, the elevator began to descend at a gradually increasing speed.

It lasted for a few minutes, and finally in the stopped elevator, he saw the faint torch outside the opened elevator in the bright light.

A man in a black robe is pushing a man in a wheelchair, while another man beside him is holding a torch.

"Mr. Holmes." The man in the wheelchair sighed softly, as if he had been looking forward to his arrival for a long time.

This is a trap.

or a layout.

Sherlock walked out of the elevator without frowning.

"I'm Gabriel." Seeing that Sherlock didn't answer, the man said his name, and his raised head was covered with dry skin like bark.

This is the person who took Connie away last time.

Sherlock remained expressionless.

"It's you." He spit out and looked at Gabriel intently.

He nodded and smiled: "Yes."

Sherlock nodded, expressing his understanding.

Combined with the leader of the Max family, he can associate everything.

To be able to pass messages to him behind the back of the ghost's master, his status must not be low, and there are traces of a woman everywhere on his body... It is not difficult to imagine the relationship between the two.

And that time in the hospital... Maybe his real purpose was to take Connie out of the ward, not to take people away-in this way, everything can be explained clearly.

It was that woman who wanted to take Connie away, but this man wanted to save Connie.

And the reason why the woman wanted to take Connie away...

Also because of him.Gabriel.

That's why Sherlock asked that question.

All the reasons are because of him—Gabriel.

This dying man.

"Put on some clothes." As soon as he signaled, the man holding the torch beside him immediately took out a black robe.

Sherlock looked at him, took the black robe and put it on himself, and walked to Gabriel's side.

"Connie's body is the same as that of an ordinary person." He had already had an examination, and when he saw Gabriel, he knew that the woman probably believed that there was something in Connie that could save the man for some reason.

Gabriel sighed.

After a long while, he spoke again.

"She is indeed an ordinary person, but she is not ordinary." He seemed to be caught in the memory, and began to ramble.

The person behind pushed the wheelchair back, and Sherlock followed step by step.

"It was the winter of 2005. I took a flight to China. On the plane, I met a little girl who impressed me..." He began to explain, and Sherlock listened with deep eyes.

It was obvious that the person he was talking about was Connie.

"She looks small and dark, her whole body seems to be undernourished, her cheeks are sunken, but her pair of black eyes are amazingly bright, like stars in the sky, I have never seen such vitality Eyes... She told me that her name is Wang Boran."

However, this is not possible.

He was in 2005B in the winter of 221, and Connie had been living with Mrs. Hudson for nearly a year by then.

"...the plane encountered lightning and crashed." He seemed to recall the scariest memory, and took a deep breath: "At that time, I thought I was going to die, but she smiled and comforted me Said: "Hey, at least you have lived more than ten years longer than me. I am still a little loli. I am sorry that I have to go to the Yellow River before I even have a full meal." I laughed immediately When I got up, I felt that this child was really calm in the face of life and death, obviously other children were crying with snot and tears."

Sherlock was speechless, that was indeed Connie's character.

Usually, she is always afraid of this and that, but when it comes to life and death, she is the calmest one.

Back then, he liked her the most.

And when she saw him, she was obviously scared but still pretended to be flattered...

Memories flooded my brain.

At first?Sherlock was taken aback.

It's only been a few months, but have so many memories?

"The elevator finally crashed. That girl died earlier than me. There was blood all over her face and head. She seemed to be smiling before she died, looking helpless, but her face was full of pain, and my eyes were blood red. Finally I passed out for some reason..." He laughed idiotically, and looked at Sherlock when he came back to his senses.

"But when I woke up, I was lying on my own bed, and the time went back to ten months ago, the spring of 2005." His voice became slightly cold.

Sherlock froze, looking at him.

"I thought it was just a dream at first, but everything I experienced was repeated. Every day, I felt like I was living in a nightmare, because in the end, I died on that plane." He sank Sheng Sheng: "Finally, after a year, I deliberately avoided that flight, because thanks to that child, I even checked the passengers on that flight."

Sherlock felt a little unclear.

"But this time, there is nothing about a child named 'Wang Boran'."

"So, I started a new life. Emilia has always been my favorite. I used to work hard to be worthy of her. This time, I decided to build the life we ​​want with her. However, since then, my body has gradually weakened, my internal organs have gradually lost their vitality, and even my face is aging faster... Guess, my current age?"

He bared his face to look at Sherlock.

Ordinary people would probably think that this is a ten-year-old old man.

Maybe even older, because his skin and white hair look older than the average old man.

"30." Sherlock looked him in the eye.

A person's eyes can best explain everything.

Gabriel smiled, but didn't say whether the answer was correct.

"What does this have to do with Connie?" Sherlock finally asked.

In fact, the answer has already come to mind.

"Once by chance, I saw that child on the streets of London. At that time, I just knew about the ghost... It was Emilia's secret power. For my body, she has been doing various experiments. Then, I I sent someone to find out about her... Connie Hudson, she is that child, but her life trajectory is completely different from the last time, and her body is not like mine, after that accident Not affected at all." There was envy and melancholy in his voice.

Connie is Wang Boran.

The little Chinese girl who died on the plane.

Sherlock remembered a sentence Lestrade once asked her.

"Don't you miss your family?"

She sighed melancholy, but seemed unable to speak.

And she showed from time to time that she seemed to stay away from the plane.

This is enough to explain her fear.

He said in a deep voice, "Didn't you ever think about preventing that plane from taking off?"

Gabriel smiled wryly: "It's not there, but in the end it was only delayed by one day, and the plane crashed as usual during the next day's flight..."

So he was also very desperate. During the period when his body was weak, he wondered if he cheated to escape that fate, but he was not forgiven by the god of death after all.

When he saw Connie, he seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

But he should have expected Emilia's unscrupulous methods.

He never knew that she was such a cruel person, even if it was for him, she didn't care if she was covered in blood.

But they love each other and that can't be changed.

Withdrew from the memory, he looked at the surprise hidden in Sherlock's eyes, and felt that this man was not as indifferent as he appeared on the surface.

"About Emilia, I think you can guess a little bit. Her identity is very sensitive, but she is also a person with strong self-esteem, and she is so smart. She has control of my whereabouts and guessed it. The relationship involved, in short... I don't want to hurt that child, but Emilia believes that the only hope of saving me lies in her." Gabriel, who was soft-hearted and confessed everything, still has sincere love for Emilia Very moved, but also heartbroken by her stubbornness and viciousness.

Sherlock let out a breath, stroking the lukewarm chocolate bar with his hand in his pocket, his heart seemed to miss a beat.

After a while, he regained his usual calmness.

"Take me to see her." He uttered the most direct desire in his heart.

Right now, I want to see her.

No matter what, it doesn't matter.

As long as she's safe.

No matter how big a secret is, it is not worth any interest.

The four of them came to the observation room, and Sherlock saw the person lying in the transparent glass coffin at a glance.

"Emilia went after Irene Adler." Gabriel reminded Sherlock aloud.

Erin, that cunning woman.

Sherlock looked at Gabriel, knowing that all this was his plan.

Using Irene's desire to escape from the ghost, she was given this opportunity to bring Sherlock into the ghost, and then use Irene to lure Emilia away to achieve her goal.

Kill two birds with one stone.

This smart man.

Sherlock has to say that the people in the ghost are indeed extremely intelligent.

"I'll take her away immediately." He pushed open the door and walked to her side.

In the white room, her skin looked even paler, and her bloodless face looked piercing.

Opening the glass cover, he stretched out his fingers to touch her soft and cold cheek.

"Connie." He whispered, but couldn't wake her up.

The machine had already been turned off, but the large bag of blood that was pumped out caused a flash of anger in Sherlock's eyes.

emilia.

He silently said the name, picked up Connie horizontally, and gently hugged her in his arms.

"Thank you." He said when Gabriel passed by.

It's just that there is not much gratitude on the face.

The person in his arms was as cold as a corpse.

Looking at his receding figure, Gabriel heaved a long sigh.

Connie's blood, although it won't kill her, has already caused great harm to her body. The equipment here is feeding her nutrient solution to keep her alive. Fortunately, it won't last long. ...It's just Emilia, I don't know what will happen.

"Take me back..." he sighed.

On the other side, Sherlock came out from another passage prepared by Gabriel with a man in his arms.

The glare of the sun shone on their bodies, and the pale skin seemed to be illuminated by the sun.

He carried Connie directly into the special car sent by Mycroft.

"Go to the laboratory." Mycroft's private laboratory is guarded by state mercenaries, and most importantly, it has the technology built by the Holmes family—a private laboratory that only members of the Holmes family can enter.

There, there is everything Connie needs.

And Eileen Adler, who was near the airport, was stopped before boarding the plane.

Seeing Emilia who came to arrest her personally, she smiled in surprise: "The mantis catches the cicada, the oriole follows."

She plotted, and was plotted by others in the end.

Emilia's face changed drastically when she heard this, and she immediately returned to the ghost.

It's just that the building has been empty.

Her gloomy face made everyone dare not say a word.

And when she arrived at Gabriel's room, he had already lay down on the ground without a sound.

"NO!" She roared and ran to him.

But the person who was hugged by her after turning over was a man in his early thirties.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, under his warm body surface, he was still breathing.

He looked more like he was asleep.

"Emilia?" Probably awakened by her voice, Gabriel woke up from his sleep.

"Honey, I thought..." Her voice was fragile.

Gabriel held her hand with a smile and placed a light kiss on the corner of her mouth.

"I transfused the child's blood and it's fine now."

Emilia cried with joy: "Really!? Can she save you?"

He nodded: "yes, so don't hurt her in the future, okay? She helped me once, and now she saved my life. "

"Besides, she belongs to Sherlock Holmes, and the Holmes family is not easy to mess with." He looked at Emilia with pleading eyes.

"Okay? Promise me!"

"Okay." She agreed, Gabriel smiled softly, and fell into a drowsy sleep again.