[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Sherlock didn't answer.

Because an extremely excited voice overwhelmed Mycroft's call at this moment.

"Connie! How are you! My dear friend!"

Connie: "..."

Although she couldn't see anyone, she could tell just by hearing the voice.

It's Sylvester.

But the sound was not coming from the helicopter.

After all, this kid is afraid of flying.

He always said that he could fly, but not fly.

He also said that he would fly to London to see her once in his lifetime.

In my lifetime...

In the darkness, the headlights find a glimmer of light.

A black SUV parked on the flat ground outside the warehouse.

The two looked down, and Sylvester was waving to her.

A few people got off the car one after another, all of them were friends.

Connie also waved to them excitedly, lying on the railing.

"Why are you all here? Are you coming to visit London?"

"Well, Walter's new idea won an international award, and the award was held in London, so we came to accompany him to participate..." He was very cheerful in his voice.

"By the way, share the 30 bonus." Toby, who was behind him, came down abruptly and added.

Fuck... 30.

Connie's eyes flickered: "Then please eat? I'll have a meal!"

Probably infected by Sylvester's pure joy.

And she is such a girl who can be easily taken away.

"No problem." Regarding the meal, Walter is still very tolerant.

The mature young man held an air of supremacy in heaven and earth, and easily caught Connie's eyes in front of the headlights.

"Walter! Congratulations on winning the award!" Connie smiled and congratulated, and her eyes looked a little happier when she met Happy.

"But why didn't Megan come?" Connie glanced at it, but Connie didn't find Megan, and asked immediately.

Four people in the same place: "She has something to delay and can't come."

Sensitively, Connie noticed that something was wrong with the expressions of the four of them, so she stopped talking.

"she's sick."

Sherlock's voice rang in his ears.

Connie looked at him in amazement.

"Go down."

He patted the top of Connie's head.

The helicopter had already stopped on the flat ground. Lestrade and Mycroft came from a distance, and their figures looked especially tall when they stepped on the grass.

Connie and Sherlock got off the roof of the warehouse to the outside of the warehouse, and joined a group of people.

"It's good that you are fine. We tried to contact you as soon as we got off the plane, but we found out that you were... so we came to you." They seemed to be completely different from McCoff, because when McCoff walked over Obviously asked strangely: "Who are these people?"

Connie was puzzled: "There is no one in my house...how did you find this place?" Mrs. Hudson and Henry haven't come home, and 221B is probably covered in ashes.

Sylvester: "We didn't find anyone in 221B, and found that no one has lived there for a long time, so we thought of contacting Mr. Holmes."

"Then Walter hacked into the security system of Sherlock Holmes' house, and found that you and an old man left in a hurry this evening. After locating your mobile phone, we rushed over." Toby said the key point again .

Connie gasped.

Yo hoo.

Hacked Sherlock's security system?

Connie looked back at Sherlock playfully.

No, the eyes are already on fire...Huh?

To Connie's surprise, Sherlock didn't have the slightest tendency to be upset.

"How is the situation now?" Mycroft's face was really not very good, and he asked as soon as he walked in.

"Sherlock looked at his watch: "There are still two hours and 45 minutes. "

The dialogue between the two felt nonsensical, but Connie, who had just been baptized as a pervert, felt her scalp numb.

"It's over, what should we do now?" In less than three hours, this place will be flooded?

The atmosphere was dignified, and Sherlock was silent, as if he was thinking.

"Isthere anything we help?" Sylvester raised his head and asked with a smile.

Connie's eyes lit up, yes, there is a ready-made genius team here!

"It's a Gothic dam. It's the dam in front of you... It's hard to say, but someone installed explosives on it. If the dam is not dismantled, if the dam is destroyed... then the whole of London will be flooded." Connie With worried expressions, several people looked at each other silently.

Toby whistled, "Whoa, that's exciting. But I can see you're not talking."

Sylvester trembled for no reason: "You mean this place will be flooded at any time?"

"Fatty, calm down." Happy shook her head in embarrassment.

"No problem, just dismantle the bomb." Walter didn't see any distress. In his opinion, he could dismantle even rockets, so bombs were nothing.

McCoff's news has always been well-informed. From the time of the meeting to the present, he has sent text messages to ask people to check the background information of these people.

Although his younger brother is very smart, he is not a professional bomb disposal expert, and it is too late for him to send a team over now.

It was this team that had the best chance of dismantling the bomb.

"Then, gentlemen, it will depend on your help. The British government sincerely thanks you for your help." Although he is in a high position, Mycroft does not have the temperament of an ordinary bureaucrat. He always treats those who are truly capable. Can sincerely respect, and Walter and the others clearly felt his sincerity.

Toby took off his hat and gave a gentleman's salute.

"Our honour, Your Highness."

The moonlight in the sky gradually dimmed, and the team followed Mycroft into the dam, but Sherlock was still thinking about it.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt suddenly appeared in the sky, which exploded the dark clouds.

Accompanied by this dark cloud, Sherlock seemed to have figured out something, and his eyes suddenly lit up surprisingly.

"Connie."

"Stay here."

"?"

"..." Sherlock didn't answer her question. Instead, he drove Walter's car and left directly.

Connie stood there with a dazed expression...Then why don't she go find Sylvester and the others?

After thinking about it, Connie turned around and walked towards the dam. It might rain heavily that day, so she went in to hide from the rain.

"Crazy on the grass, crazy on the grass, remembering games and daisy wreaths and laughing. Gotta make them behave..." The heavy metal music suddenly came to Connie, and when she came back to hear it When he sang the lyrics, his whole body became cold.

"Who!?"

"Who is there!?"

Connie took a few steps back, staring at the grass with fear, and ran away if there was any movement!

But the song just sang, as if it hadn't moved in place, and Connie saw a glimmer of light in the grass, which seemed to come from the grass.

After taking a few steps closer, she saw the culprit who made the sound.

a cell phone.

Looking around, Connie ran to pick up the phone, and there was a memo on it.

【THEGAMEISON】

With a trembling palm, Connie almost threw the phone away.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

This should be Bill's dropped cell phone, just the pre-set alarm clock.

But as soon as she turned it off at one o'clock, a call came into the phone, showing the name: Bill.

This time, Connie didn't hold back, and dropped the phone softly.

Guan on the screen was still thinking, and the brain-damaged music sang over and over again in the air. Connie picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

"..." Even the breath is enlarged to the lightest.

From the other end of the receiver, there was a light, steady breathing sound.

a long time.

"Hello, Connie." It was Bill's voice.

Connie immediately clicked off, holding the phone trembling slightly, since she turned and ran towards the dam.

"Ding dong." The phone page lit up, and a text message appeared on the screen.

"Sherlock is gone, let's play the game." - Bill

Connie didn't know what was going on, but Sherlock's departure just now might be Bill's intentional guidance.

But he is obviously dead!

She saw it with her own eyes!

Standing still, she looked towards the warehouse, then turned around and ran back to the previous rooftop.

On the rooftop, she looked at the bare ground with a pale face.

No.

Nothing.

There was no Bill's body, nor the black liquid.

It was as clean as if no one had been there.

Had Sherlock been here, he would have seen different signs.

Annoyed, Connie called Sherlock, but got the news that he was not in the service area.

Go to Mycroft first!

Connie made up her mind, but another text message came from her phone, this time with a picture attached.

"Play games with me alone, or your friends will... bang!" In the picture, Pauline and Jasmine were unconscious.

The two of them were naked, but their stomachs were cut open. Connie sharply saw a hand next to her, and what was held in that hand...

Connie tapped the keyboard quickly: "What did you put in their stomachs!?"

Immediately afterwards, she dialed her own phone.

"Bruce? How's Pauline and Molly?"

"Oh! Connie, are you okay? Thank God." Bruce shouted happily over there, but Connie couldn't laugh.

"They're fine. The doctor said that some of them lost too much blood, so they'll be fine."

Excessive bleeding.

"You..." She wanted to remind her, but she heard a text message from her mobile phone.

"I have the key to control everything! If you cheat, I will... bang!~"

Connie stopped, and immediately swallowed the words she wanted to say.

"What's the matter, Connie?"

"It's okay, Grandpa Bruce, Mycroft and Lestrade have all come to pick us up, Sherlock has gone to follow the clues, I'll be back here after they finish their work, if you're okay, go home and have a good rest. "After thinking about it, Connie still didn't let Bruce stay in the hospital.

"Good girl." The text message came again, and Connie looked up at the camera on the top of the top floor door, gritted her teeth and hung up the phone.

"So, now, let's play games, buddy." Like the gate of hell, it is slowly opening.

The madman has you, just as the madman has me.

The author has something to say: Next, the heroine will use her brain! ~

I'm thinking of some deep games, does anyone have any suggestions...

Hey, the female masters the brain, it takes a lot of brain power...