[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Impossible? It seems that you are very confident, so please tell me?"

Lestrade blushed, but he didn't flinch: "Our team has checked, the bed is fixed to the floor, so it is impossible that there is a passage under the bed, and you have seen the bottom of the bed at that time, If there is a passage, why didn't you say it then?" Everyone's eyes turned to Sherlock.

Connie frowned: "He didn't say that the secret passage was under the bed."

Lestrade is acting strangely today.

Connie suddenly had such a feeling in her heart.

It's just that this is a good time, everyone's eyes are on Connie.

Sherlock was not angry at being told, but looked at Connie with great interest.

"Oh?" No extra words, but enough for Connie to understand what Sherlock meant for her to continue.

#Don't do not die let you die#

Bite the bullet, Connie broke the can: "It can't be the bottom of the bed, it can only be the head of the bed. Generally, the head of the bed is against the wall. Maybe there will be some kind of mechanism." ——After reading too many novels You know, there are quite a few institutions like this.

Sure enough, art comes from life, and ultimately returns to life.

Sherlock nodded appreciatively: "Although it is a guess, there is progress."

#Oh baby is really flattered it#

"So there is really a mechanism? Then why didn't you say it at that time?" Lestrade saw that Sherlock had already made up his mind, and he had only been in the room for more than ten minutes, while a large group of police officers from Scotland Yard waited like rats. After those few hours, I suddenly felt that my heart, liver and lungs ached.

Seeing Lace getting angry, Connie still thought he was weird.

Logically speaking, he should be used to it...

Sure enough, there are still!antiquity!Strange!

Sherlock clasped his fingers, glanced at the watch on his left hand, and the ticking seconds beat in his pupils.

"Papers! Papers!" The crisp male voice rang out from above the London police station.

Everyone became agitated, looking around, their expressions were full of panic.

"Every day, the newspaper boy brings more..." Connie murmured.

It wasn't really a boy.

But how on earth did that madman do it?

"What's going on with the monitoring and investigation, how could such a thing happen again!" Now even the usually good-tempered Lestrade got angry.

For the second time, white paper fell from the sky, with the words 'the front' written on it.

In the hall, on top of the shredded newspapers that had been cleaned up, there was another layer of white strips, which looked like a huge mourning hall.

"Shut down! Shut down the police station immediately! No one is allowed to enter or leave!" Lestrade shouted.

Sherlock looked at the mess in the field, suddenly his pupils shrank, and he looked at Connie who was on the side.

He made a mistake.

A Serious One.

"The front..." Connie immediately thought of that poem, and just as she was about to search it online, Sherlock had already recited it: "Us and Them."

"Bladblue

Andwhoknowswhichiswhoiswho

Up and down

And in the end it's only round and round

Andround."

Sherlock read only one passage.

Connie was baffled when she heard that something blue and black was circling up and down.

"It's a bomb. He's telling me how to unlock it."

As he thought, this is a game.

Game at any cost.

"Bomb!" Connie was shocked when she heard it.

"Bomb! What bomb! Is there a bomb in the police station? Where is it?"

"In the secret passage of Pauline's house, behind the trap behind the head of the bed," he said.

Lestrade just breathed a sigh of relief.

"With Pauline."

"What!!!" The breath that Lestrade had just let go was lifted to the top of his head in an instant, and he almost fainted out of breath.

"Then why didn't you say it earlier!"

Sherlock glanced at him. "As I said, there's a bomb."

Lestrade understood instantly.

Sherlock had already seen that Pauline and the bomb were in there when he saw something strange over the head of the bed.

Although Connie had never been to the scene, she understood the situation after hearing this: "Then should I go to Pauline's house to rescue her now?"

Lace answered immediately: "Yes, yes, go quickly."

He set off with the elite team towards Pauline's house, but Connie was forbidden by Sherlock to take him with him.

"Don't leave me more than one meter away." He ordered in a deep voice, with a hint of coldness in his voice.

Connie, who was about to stay at the police station, was taken aback for a moment, and raised her buttocks that had just sat down: "Shall I go with you?"

Sherlock's face was a little ugly.

After thinking about it, Connie still didn't ask anything, probably because Sherlock knew something.

Either there is another place to use her... or she has to suffer again.

Shocked, Connie followed closely behind Sherlock.

#It seems that I still have to find an eminent monk to see a talisman that has been opened to avoid evil...#

Pauline's apartment.

The place has been turned upside down by the police.

There was a green note on the bed.

Lestrade didn't dare to act rashly, and left Sherlock with full authority to act. He walked to the bedside and glanced at the note. A small figure was seen in his corner of the eye. After a while, he took off the note.

"I know your weakness, my dear." It was written on the note.

Lestrade looked at Sherlock in confusion: "Is this a note for you?"

Sherlock neither nodded nor shook his head.

I saw his slender fingers groping various points on the head of the bed for a while, and the whole head of the bed turned counterclockwise as if the mechanism had been opened, revealing a passage just enough for one person to move forward.

"You stay here." Sherlock said, got into the secret passage, and then turned around: "Connie also stay here, watch her."

Lestrade nodded: "Do you really need me to send someone to accompany you in?"

Connie looked at Pauline's home, and found that she had indeed bought a lot of exquisite things, and bought a lot of brand-name things.

"Lace, the salary and benefits of the police station should be good." She asked suddenly.

Compared with Pauline, Lace's salary should be only higher or lower, it seems that the outfit is so...

"It's okay." Lestrade replied after being taken aback.

I don't know where Connie's question came from.

But Connie originally just wanted to ask casually, and she came up with a sudden idea when she saw the things in Lestrade and Pauline's house, but after scanning Pauline's wardrobe and dressing table, she suddenly settled on those things.

As it happens, thanks to Mrs. Hudson, she knows more or less the famous brands.

And most of the things in this room happen to be top-ranked famous brands.

"Burberry's perfume and clothes are still the latest models... Hermes bags, Versace, Givenchy..." This count really counted out many brands for Connie.

"Such a closet of clothes can't be bought without a year's salary." She sighed.

Lestrade looked at the messy room: "It's not that exaggerated. But Pauline's annual salary is about [-] to [-] pounds, which is not small."

Connie looked at him silently: "Lace...Let's put it this way, the things in this house, not to mention anything else, are bags and clothes together, which cost hundreds of thousands of pounds, not to mention expensive ones. Cosmetics and skin care products..." She pointed to the half-open cabinet at the bottom of the closet: "Just that black mask is more expensive than your week's ration."

Lestrade was instantly shocked: "It's not possible!"

A policeman next to him answered silently: "Sir, that's right, my girlfriend is using this brand..."

Lestrade was speechless for a long time.

Connie finally added: "And these are the latest models released last month, and they can't be bought with money."

In her heart, Connie had already made a mark on Pauline.

Perhaps she was not just arrogant and conceited with an annoying personality.

Lestrade immediately understood what Connie meant, but disagreed with her idea: "Perhaps she has money at home."

Connie glanced at him with a smile: "Don't talk about others, with Pauline's personality, if her family is rich, why would she come to work for the London Police? If she is a person with a humble personality or good ability to solve crimes, maybe it can be said that she is For a dream, isn't it? But her character is very vain." This is the truth.

Connie wasn't exaggerating either, and the police officers present all nodded inwardly.

Connie didn't stop there: "Maybe..." The madman wasn't the only one who wanted to kill Pauline?

Connie thought again that Sherlock told her not to leave the range of more than one meter at the gate of the police station, and now that she was so easily allowed to be with these police officers, she probably didn't mean to think that they would protect her safety, right?

This is a small riddle from another branch of the madman's game against Sherlock.

In an instant, the feeling of being educated in circles came to my heart again.

Feelings... very complicated.

Ten minutes later, Sherlock came back with a bomb in his hand: "There is no one inside, it seems to have been transferred."

He casually threw the disassembled bomb to Lestrade, ignoring his terrified expression of throwing the bomb up and down: "You just throw it...to me?"

"Oh! FOD'SSAKE. Lestrade, please mention your IQ." Sherlock taunted routinely, then turned and found Connie: "SO?"

"Ahem..." Connie coughed twice, and told Sherlock everything she saw in the room just now, and expressed her speculation - Pauline may have a financial backer, so There are two suspects in this matter.

As for who comes first, it is impossible to judge.

It is also uncertain who Pauline is in now.

Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth: "GOOD."

"So what does this have to do with that lunatic?" Lace was always the first to rush forward in the death squad whose IQ was below the limit.

"At least, you can know who he is, a poor and down-to-earth old man-at least it used to be."

Connie looked at the search on her phone.

"Out of the way, it's a busy day

I've got things on my mind

For want of the price of tea and slice

The old mandied."

#This is an old man with a story~#

The author has something to say: It was originally estimated that this book would be finished at 56 million yuan, but now it seems that it is still far away... It is obvious that the relationship line has not even started yet, and it is already 34 yuan...Oudok (*￣^￣(*￣^￣(*￣^￣)

Because I am a senior in the three-dimensional world, there are many things to do soon after graduation, so I am really sorry for not being able to update in time.

I will compensate you at three o'clock today, okay? (づ￣3￣)づ