[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"What's that?" When Connie asked while holding the delicate flower in its most beautiful period, she would never have thought of the scene she saw 20 seconds later.

Bruce, wearing reading glasses, sees only a beige piece of cloth that looks a lot like garbage.

He frowned: "Who did it." The servants of the Holmes family are all experienced servants, and most of them have worked for more than ten years.Generally, they would not do such a rebellious thing, not to mention such low-level mistakes, which should not appear in their behavior.

Yet this happened.

Connie only saw a piece of cloth, about her size, which looked like a sack.

So she took a few steps closer.

"..." The sound of breathing stopped abruptly.

The bouquet in his hand was scattered on the ground, stained with that bright color - the blood falling on the grass looked particularly heroic.

Connie had no idea that it was a corpse.

And it was a miserable corpse.

He's not thin, he's even muscular - his white skin is covered with muscular bodies, his arms are even thicker than his own thighs.

Connie felt a tingle in her heart when she saw his open eyes and the terrified expression on his face.He looked like he was scared to death!

But his body is like a toy that has been folded vigorously, it looks weird and distorted.

"Oh my God!" Bruce, who was following Connie, also saw this terrifying scene.He suddenly exclaimed, in addition to frightening his own heart, he was also afraid that Connie would be frightened.

"Grandpa Bruce, let's call the police." Connie took out her mobile phone, knelt down on the spot and began to take pictures of the corpse, without any fear in her expression.

Bruce, who resisted the slightest bit of shock and thought about how to comfort Connie: "..."

He took out the walkie-talkie, ordered someone to call the police, and asked the servants to notify the young master and the second young master respectively.

Connie looked at the burly grown man, twisted to her size - which would explain what looked like a sack from a distance, when in fact it was just his windbreaker that hid his twisted body .

He pressed the man's waist—the ribs were almost broken, the limp was full of flesh, and the abdomen was completely stained red with blood.

The temperature of the body surface is still warm - just died not long ago!

This ruled out that it was thrown here after being killed first.

But this is very contradictory... I should have known that she and Bruce had passed by here to the vegetable garden twenty minutes ago, and there was nothing here at that time.

Judging from the situation at the scene, this person was killed not long ago and thrown here.

Connie stood up and walked around the area, but she didn't find a single trace of blood, not even a lot of blood around the man.

Connie didn't know exactly what his fatal wound was, but if someone could have taken a full-grown American man -- even larger than average in size -- and dumped him quickly, even breaking all his ribs— — This is not something that can be done with bare hands.

After Bruce reported everything, he looked at Connie with the slight sweat on his forehead.

"What did Sherlock say?" Connie looked at him, thinking in her eyes.

That concentrated look overlapped with Sherlock's for a moment.

Different eyebrows and eyes, but the expression is so similar.

Bruce froze, a light flashed in his eyes.

"Master, he'll be right back." He thought for a while, but still didn't bother his head and wife.

Connie breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again: "Grandpa Bruce, is there any machine in this house that can snap a person's ribs relatively quickly?" Although Connie opened the man's clothes and glanced, but the picture The picture is really disgusting - although she tried her best to imagine this as a denim steak...

Some pieces of meat, Connie is not sure about the wounds, and she has not read too many professional books, but she thinks that since there are pieces of meat, it should not be cut by hand... It is unscientific to abandon powerful vampires, etc. Existence, the killer must have used a machine?

Hearing this question, Bruce's scalp went numb.

A machine that wrings out human ribs?

Why does the Sherlock Holmes family have such a thing!

When Connie asked, she saw Bruce's stiff face, and immediately realized that such a question was too exciting for an old man, and she quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant..." Seeing Bruce's pale face, she hurried over to help him.

"Grandpa Bruce, why don't we go back to the villa first, the sun is too hot outside."

Bruce nodded, wishing he could.

Connie glanced back at the corpse, and helped Bruce walk to the villa.

The corpse was placed here, definitely not at random, but more like intentional... This is the main residence of Sherlock Holmes, how can ordinary people have the courage?

Not to mention throwing corpses, coming in is a big problem.

... In this way, is it someone from the house?

As Connie thought about it, her expression became serious, but when she saw the first person other than Bruce, she suppressed some complicated thoughts.

"Isn't Connie afraid?" After Bruce recovered a bit, he saw Connie's usual expression, which was exactly the same as Sherlock's, and he didn't know whether to be distressed or happy.

Hearing Bruce's question, Connie was taken aback for a moment, then randomly recalled her behavior just now, and found that it seemed a little abnormal.

"Um...you're probably used to it." She made excuses for herself, "After all, when Sherlock was tidying up the room, there were severed heads and hands everywhere. I remember I was often scared to cry at the beginning... Then I gradually got used to it. "Connie thought maybe it was because so many adventures and kidnappings made her brush against death so many times that she was not as afraid of death as before...?

No, it should be said that I was still afraid.

But if life wants to trouble you, there is no way.

She can only hide when she can, and try to survive if she can't.

There is no choice.

She sighed, and said with a smile, "It's true that I've changed a lot since I met Sherlock..." She couldn't tell whether such a change was good or bad, but she was quite emotional.

#Sure enough, distance creates beauty#

# After being in close contact with death, you don't think death is so...beautiful? #

Bah, bah, bah, what a beautiful yarn...

"..." After speaking, Connie looked up and saw Bruce's helpless and distressed gaze, which was still full of sympathy.

"I thought the young master would be more restrained after he moved out... It's really hard for Connie. But since the young master moved out, there have indeed been some changes." Although it seemed nothing, Bruce, who had watched the second young master grow up since childhood, still found out , the young master has become humane!

Sherlock Holmes.

Human touch!

How impossible it was before! ?

The housekeeper is so comforting!

#This mutation style#

"Young Master, I have been interested in studying...human organs since I was a child. The first time my wife accidentally found out, I frightened my wife into a faint. After that, the young master opened up a secret room for personal research... "

Connie suddenly had a bad feeling.

"But after I went to university, the young master didn't do this anymore. I helped the young master to hide it from his wife for many years, and finally thought that the young master had studied thoroughly, but I didn't expect that... hey..."

Connie asked unrequitedly, "The personal laboratory?"

Bruce nodded: "Well, it's the one now. When the young master went to college, I arranged for someone to renovate it. The young master often does research and reads in it, but it's much better than before." Bruce's face is very comforting. JPG

Whatthe Falk! ! !

Connie thought of the climate she had just woken up, lying on the bed next to the laboratory table, while Sherlock was holding the microscope.

This feeling couldn't be worse!