[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Driver, wait for us here for a while. The meter is on. We'll go in and pick up people and we'll be back..." Seeing the driver nodding, Connie and Bruce got out of the car. Before taking them away, Connie turned her head and smiled at the driver He smiled: "Sorry... If we haven't come out after 10 minutes, can you call the police for us?"

Seeing the panic on the driver's face, Connie smiled apologetically: "We are here to find me... Dad, his phone has been disconnected, he is a detective, and he has been helping the London Police to solve cases. I am afraid that he will suffer. Something happened, so I located his cell phone and came to find him with my grandfather. So..." Seeing the driver staring at her face, Connie smiled brightly: "I'm adopted."

The driver turned back in embarrassment and nodded: "Okay, if you haven't come back after 10 minutes, I'll call the police."

He waited for the people to walk away before he closed the doors and windows and drove the car to a more secluded place.

Don't say he thinks too much, the sun is about to set, and he's really a little scared.

Taking advantage of the time, the driver turned on some music and took out the hamburger and Coke he had bought for dinner.

Over there, Connie, who was walking with Bruce, walked near the dam and found some abandoned warehouses.

But when I walked around, I didn't see anyone.

"Look separately?" Bruce suggested.

It's already dark.

Connie nodded: "Ten minutes, no matter whether you find anyone or not, we will gather here in the end, and the police will arrive by then." I only hope that Lace can be more reliable...

In the abandoned warehouse, Connie turned on the flash of her mobile phone and dialed a call to Sherlock's mobile phone, but there was no sound of thinking around.

10 minutes passed.

She still had no news, so she had to return to her original place.

In the distance, Bruce also seemed to come back from the other corner.

Connie sighed: "Grandpa Bruce, I really don't want to find Sherlock, how is it, do you have any news?"

The man approached, shaking his head.

Connie stood there discouraged: "Then what should I do?"

Just as he was thinking about calling Mycroft, there was a faltering sound from around the corner.

"Who!?" Connie took the phone's light and shone it directly.

She took a deep breath and walked towards the voice quietly.

Sure enough, after a few seconds, there was another sound.

Little did he know that the person behind him gradually approached, and the faint light hit his face, a terrifying and ugly face, with long hair tied behind him, not Bruce's kind and kind face at all.

"Hmm..." The voice seemed to be in pain.

Connie didn't think it sounded like Sherlock's voice, but felt a little familiar, so she quickened her pace and approached: "Who is it?"

At the corner was a white-haired old man who was tied up.

As soon as she called, Connie saw the mottled blood on the white hair and the familiar face: "Grandpa Bruce!"

Connie rushed over, helped him up, and began to untie the rope from his hands.

And Bruce, who was exposed, couldn't wait: "Connie run! Someone attacked me!"

He raised his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the person walking slowly behind him, with a pleasant smile on his terrifying face.

But in his eyes, it was like a devil.

Connie speeded up her hand: "Okay, let's go now, and then call the police station to come and save people!"

In the current situation, someone must have kidnapped Sherlock, and that person is here now!

The rope was half untied, and sweat poured down Connie's forehead.

"Run!" Bruce's trembling voice made Connie startled.

Because she heard the sound made by the iron rod rubbing against the ground and slowly slid across.

And that slight, deliberate sound of footsteps.

The man who looked a lot like Grandpa Bruce just now!

She looked back in panic, a terrifying and bloody face rushed into her eyes, and the pupils constricted for an instant.

Fear poured out.

Human's most instinctive reaction.

He laughed, as if he had met a fun toy. Looking at Connie who was dazed but trying to suppress her desire to scream, he felt that she had more shaping power than other children.

"Little friend, how about playing a game with uncle?"

#Play with your paralysis!Don't make an appointment, uncle, we don't make an appointment! #

Connie turned her back, untied the knot in the rope, and stuffed the phone into Bruce's hand.

"Come to me whatever you want, don't hurt my grandpa!" She knew a theorem.

All criminals who are interested in her are more or less psychopathic.

So she thought of it very calmly at this time - use herself to attract the attention of criminals, so that Grandpa Bruce can rush out to find help.

At this moment, Connie was overjoyed that she had spoken to the driver earlier.

But the little sheep of Scotland Yard are too unreliable, and I don't feel at ease if I entrust my life to them. The current plan is to let Bruce be rescued and go to McCoff.

Connie squeezed Bruce's hand and quietly wrote a Mycroft in his hand.

Bruce understood right away, but was still worried about Connie.

"Is Sherlock in your hands? Is he all right?"

The lunatic laughed: "Very well, I like you very much! Connie. My name is Bill."

His smile is not the kind of hearty smile.

In fact, Connie couldn't restrain the trembling all over her body now.

Because when he laughed, it was really scarier than the female ghost's laugh.

The kind of coldness that goes deep into the bone marrow, no one else.

"Then, come with me." Knowing that Connie's small body was no match for him, Connie stood up and stood in front of the man in the darkness: "You promise me that you won't hurt Grandpa, let him go first. "

The man stared at her, stepped forward and stabbed Bruce unconscious with a knife.

Connie gasped: "He's 80 years old! Do you have any humanity!"

She stepped forward to check Bruce's breath, and it was still stable. She was relieved, and then she was picked up.

She kicked her legs, but Bill carried her away directly.

"I can walk by myself!" Connie wanted to kick him angrily, but he threw him to the ground.

Dust and pain filled her body, making her dizzy immediately.

"Little wild cat, don't waste your strength too quickly." He directly dragged Connie's right hand away, like dragging an animal.

Connie was already dizzy from being hit, but now she was being dragged away vigorously, and she couldn't resist, so she could only rub the ground, feeling a sharp pain in her back.

Especially when going down the stairs, Connie was in so much pain that she took Bill's hand with her arm and bit down hard!

Anyway, she has been dragged so badly, she is not badly infected with rabies virus!

"Ah!" With a short cry, a big palm swung down and slapped Connie's petite cheek hard.

One of Bill's hands could almost cover Connie's face.

With a sound of "Bang!", Connie, who was let go, received a slap in the face, and immediately rolled down from the bottom of the stairs.

This time, the pain passed out immediately.

Bill rubbed his hands, spit out with a sneer, went down the stairs and pulled Connie's hair directly.

Sherlock saw Bill dragging a man out from a distance.

There was no doubt that at first glance, he was sure it was Connie.

However, she was obviously out of shape when she was right in front of her eyes.

The scattered black hair is full of dust, one side of the small face is swollen high, and there are blood stains on the forehead - almost rolled down the stairs, and the wrist is broken in many places... There is a hint of darkness in the pupil , Sherlock looked at Bill blankly, like Satan.

Silent and cold.

"Yo, doesn't it hurt?" Bill grabbed Connie's neck and threw her onto the table.

New red marks appeared on the part of her neck that had been let go, her face was flushed, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes unconsciously.

But the next moment, Bill took a new towel, soaked it in water, and gently wiped the dust and blood on her body.

"Look, sleeping so peacefully, does it look like a cute and gentle little angel? It's a pity...it's a little wild cat."

He pulled out a piece of Jasmine's bed from the bottom. It was a foldable iron bed made by himself, and suddenly it became a large iron board that could accommodate several people.

He picked up Connie and gently placed her beside Jasmine, then picked up Pauline and placed her on the other side.

All three girls were covered with white cloth.

The sharp knife touched the fair and delicate cheeks of the three of them.

"So, for the first game, who do you want to use as a bargaining chip? Forgive me to remind you, the difficulty of the game becomes more difficult as you get to the end!" He chuckled, slashed the blade across his tongue, and licked it again Looking at the blood donation flowing out of his mouth, his expression was fascinated.

Under the dim light, the flaxen eyes stared at the crazy pupils, and for the first time, they were no longer indifferent.

Under the calm face, a dark light overflowed throughout his life.

"I'll give you 1 minute to think. Who do you want to choose?" He smiled evilly, his ugly face revealing joy and madness.

The game has already begun.

The author has something to say: the code word is very slow, forgive me, the third watch is coming!

Well, go to sleep, happy reading, okay!