[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

On the lonely rooftop, Connie limply fell into Sherlock's arms.

"Sorry," Sherlock's voice came from above his head.

When he chose her, he actually dragged her into danger.

Only those who stay where they are can be rescued.

He knew this when he made a choice.

However, before he set foot on this rooftop, he did not expect that he would install the power grid here.

In fact, he saw that there was a power grid in the warehouse, and there was room for Bruce outside the door, so the rooftop was the only option.

Connie felt the electric current in her body and wanted to cry, "Don't apologize in such a hurry, is there a way?#

Hearing Sherlock apologize is like hearing his last words... It doesn't feel good!

Connie was shocked at first by Sherlock taking her on a run.

Later, I found out that Sherlock left with her in his arms to attract the attention of the lunatic Bill, and Bruce took the opportunity to move away... The strategy of diverting the tiger away from the mountain is very good!

pity……

Connie looked from herself to Sherlock.

She was shocked and fell to the ground.

Sherlock wasn't much better either.

Although he has a well-developed intelligent brain, it is nothing compared to having a body comparable to a mortal.

"Do you think I'm not prepared for anything? Even, I'm ready for what happens after you die... Look... what beautiful water, so crystal clear, you say, when they pour down like waterfalls What a beautiful scenery it must be." Bill approached slowly, standing at a distance of two meters between them.

Connie looked up where his gaze had been, and there was a flicker of horror in her eyes.

That poem, thanks to this lunatic, she can recite it backwards.

Undoubtedly, it was the sentence that the embankment burst, many years in advance... This lunatic really wants to destroy the dam to satisfy his evil taste?

Goddess Dam, if this dam is destroyed, it is estimated that half of London will suffer.

And Sherlock is obviously aware of this.

The numb electric current on his back has not dissipated, but he has already struggled to sit up.

Connie was supported weakly and leaned against Sherlock, but Bill took out the remote control in his hand and pressed the button.

crackling...

Connie seemed to be able to feel the burning smell of flesh in the silent space.

"Little princess, how does the electric current taste?" Bill came over with a smile and squatted next to Connie.

#go!you!sister!of!Small!male!host! #

#YesYou guessed it right, this lunatic actually installed power grids in all warehouses and roofs#

#And his sole has already told us that it is not a conductive material#

but……

Connie stared at Bill, only the cuff fluttering in the wind was left in front of her eyes.

#Things actually happened in a flash#

#她发④, I have never discovered that I have such a sensitive motor nerve#

Not knowing where the strength came from, Connie sat up halfway as soon as she got up, snatched the remote control from Bill's hand with one hand, grabbed Bill's calf with the other hand, and pressed the button hard with her fingers.

"Ah!" Connie couldn't help but yelled out, but it was obviously Bill who yelled worse.

#The physical fitness of the elderly is not as good as that of the young and young#

Five seconds later, Connie couldn't hold the remote control in her hand softly, and she missed and fell to the ground. In just five seconds, Bill had already collapsed on the ground.

Connie couldn't hold herself up for a long time, but Sherlock helped her up.

Seeing Sherlock regain his normal expression and easily hug her, Connie fainted: "Are you used to it?"

Sherlock shook his head and wiped her sweat with his hand: "No, I wasn't shocked."

Confused face.

"????"

Sherlock glanced at his shoes: "This is waterproof and anti-electricity, a gadget made by Mycroft." He was very disdainful at first, but who knew it would come in handy today.

Connie: "..."

Connie: "Why didn't you say so earlier!"

So just now he was not shocked at all!It still looks like that!

Sherlock patted her forehead: "The human body conducts electricity, so I don't need to explain such a simple knowledge."

Connie was stunned, thinking that she had landed just now, and she had physical contact with her...

"Ahem..." She shyly gave Sherlock a flattering smile.

The people on the ground had already woken up, Sherlock picked up Connie with one hand, picked up the remote control in his hand with the other, and pressed it again.

"Zizizizi..." It seemed that Bill's hair was burnt.

Sherlock glanced at the soles of Bill's shoes: "His shoes are also anti-electric, change them?" His tone was mostly inquiring.

Connie swept over Bill silently, and shook her head firmly: "No, you should hold me..."

"You're heavy." He looked at Connie raising her eyebrows.

Connie took a deep breath: "Be content, if you were carrying Pauline or Jasmine, you would have fallen down the stairs by now..."

He even told her a 13-year-old flower bud girl such an outrageous thing about her weight!

Sherlock chuckled lightly, and his mood seemed to bring some obvious joy.

Connie curled her lips: "Why haven't the police come yet? They should have received the call 10 minutes earlier."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "The group of low-level fermented bean curd animals must have gotten lost in the forest and interbred with purebred sheep."

"puff--"

Connie nearly choked on her own spit.

She struggled with gravity, looked up at Sherlock above: "I can't see that you are so dirty..."

"What's that?" Because Connie spoke Chinese, Sherlock couldn't understand, but it didn't prevent him from analyzing the expression on Connie's face.

Ridicule.

What's the point of his sarcasm?

"Why are you making fun of my sarcasm?" he asked bluntly, and Connie understood.

She was silent for a while, not knowing how to answer.

At this time, Sherlock seems to have no idea about love...

A 23-year-old boy...

It is not surprising to have a child in the West.

#However, even though the hairline is increasing day by day, Mykoff, who is already in his early 30s, is still single#

"What about him?" Connie was about to change the subject.

Sherlock glanced at her knowingly, the little girl's ability to change the subject was still so blunt that it made people find it funny.

He turned his gaze away from the rooftop.

"Throw it away, I think, what needs to be dealt with now is the dam." His voice spread out in the moonlight.

With thorough clarity.

Connie was slightly taken aback: "The dam?"

"He has traces of gunpowder all over his body." Connie's expression changed instantly with the light words.

gunpowder! ?

It's not hard to guess why.

"Has he loaded gunpowder around the dam?"

#老人Don’t move so neatly! #

"Hahahahaha... As expected of Sherlock Holmes, now, let's jump directly to the ultimate game, and see this time, will you win or I will win!?" Bill on the ground woke up at some point, He frantically pressed his chest, and with a red light on his chest, his head was exploded in an instant.

Connie covered her face in horror - she didn't have time to react at that moment, but Sherlock had already quickly hugged her and backed away.

So what Connie saw was the black liquid that burst out of Bill's brain.

That might have been intended to spray her all over her face.

'if your head is blasted by black omen'

Connie stared stiffly at the black fluid pouring from Bill's skull, making him look like a monster.

A demon that is about to climb up from hell.

He is dead.

But those eyes were opened firmly, as if they couldn't be calmed down for a moment.

Suddenly, his eyes were covered.

"Mycroft is here." The voice of the helicopter came clearly from above.

"Sherlock!? RUOK!?" Lestrade's voice came from the helicopter.