[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

After the panic, Connie calmed down.

Just walking alone under the silent moonlight, my palms still sweat.

There was a thunderclap on the ground before, but now the dark clouds have dispersed, and it seems that there is no tendency to rain.

Connie clutched her phone, her eyes burning.

Can't go to Sherlock, and can't go to the team, she was almost forced to cry by herself.

But the reminder sent by the text message was not to tell her to leave.

That lunatic wants to let her enter the warehouse, the original basement.

Connie felt a little desperate. Even if Sherlock found something wrong later, he might not be able to see that she had entered the warehouse again.

And Bill died in front of their eyes.

It is impossible to come back to life with such an unrecognizable death.

It was even less likely that he would have guessed what was being discovered now.

Even, even if she dies, perhaps no one will find her body in the end.

A guy like Bill couldn't have a partner.

But if he has a partner, it can't be any better.

Connie stepped into the place where Sherlock was once imprisoned, crying without tears. The brand-new wooden bench and the scattered ropes were still in place, there were mottled blood on the ground, and there were many Bill's tools.

The room was filled with a stench, as if brought from a certain direction by the night wind.

Following the prompt on the phone, Connie found the secret entrance.

The bottom floor is ventilated on all sides, who would have thought that there would be a secret entrance here.

Following the prompt, Connie walked to one of the four corners, where the slightly raised brick came up to her chest.

Moving the brick away, Connie saw a glove.

A slight spike appeared on the rough concrete wall. With a flash in her eyes, Connie reached in and slid her fingertips hard on the spike.

Her expression distorted for an instant, but because she was facing the wall, the camera couldn't capture her subtle expressions.

After a pause, she took out the gloves, and the expression on her face had returned to the original.

He put the pile head into the hole as usual, and the blood stains left by his fingertips were smeared on the corners of the bricks, and he couldn't see it unless he looked carefully.

Connie dared to do this because she guessed that that person would not appear, otherwise there was no need to use this phone to control her.

And the team will not leave here within two and a half hours, even if the dam matter is resolved in advance, they will always call her mobile phone to ask.

Neither Bruce nor Sherlock has seen her, and her disappearance will always be noticed.

So for now, she's safe.

If only Sherlock had noticed something was wrong sooner...she might still be saved.

She has already memorized the lyrics of brain damage.

Obviously, it didn't go according to Bill's plan.

"If the clouds burst and thunder is in your ears. You shout, but no one hears. If the band you're in starts playing a different tune, I'll meet you, on the dark side of the moon." Things need the right time, place and people, and Bill has calculated all these very well.

Natural phenomena can be predicted in advance.

She yelled in the jungle, but no one heard her.

Although the last two sentences made her a little confused, the missing paragraph made her hair stand on end.

Putting on the gloves, Connie walked to the designated place, and one of the walls was completely removed.

Connie looked at the slowly moving wall, revealing only a gap big enough for her to slip in sideways.

I can't see where the mechanism is at all, and it seems that this is no longer a manual mechanism.

In the black, the first thing you can see is a step under your feet.

"GOIN." She stayed where she was for a long time, unable to lift her feet, until an impatient urging came from the phone.

She walked into the darkness, and suddenly, the lights in the stairwell were brightly lit, and the wall behind her was closed, rubbing out a long fear.

She stood on the highest step, with endless stairs in front of her.

Someone will build a palace underground, and she will be forced to embark on an endless journey.

Step down the stairs and come to a door.

This paragraph alone took her 10 minutes.

Looking at the delicate electronic door that was incompatible with the rough wall, she vaguely remembered the explosion under the Statue of Liberty.

Putting the gloved hand on the fingerprint lock, the door slowly opened.

The moment the door opened, a strong breath came out.

Like a rushing air current, it crashed into every cell of her.

Standing blankly at the door, Connie felt as if her feet were fixed on the concrete floor at the door, unable to move.

The bottom of my heart was clamoring, frantically begging for help.

"getin!"

This time, it's not a text message, but a broadcast in the room.

A deep male voice uttered an impatient cry.

Taking off the gloves and throwing them on the ground, Connie seemed to collapse.

"who are you!?"

"What are you doing!"

Behind the door is a laboratory, above the ground, clean as if it had just been built.

But, on the ground, there was a lot of blood.

Much like a sea of ​​blood.

Only a little bit of marble floor can be seen.

During the radio, a timer sounded suddenly.

Without further ado, Connie knew what it was.

Because accompanied by the beeping electronic sound like timing, there is also a clearly visible sound of heart beating.

All four corners of the room are equipped with radios and monitors.

In an instant, it seemed to spread from a corner to the entire room.

Even if she just stood at the door, she thought she was surrounded by the sound of her heart.

Once, twice, as if two hearts were beating in her ears.

That is, Pauline and Molly's, the sound of the heart.

Gritting her teeth, Connie stepped into the laboratory.

The cold touch came from the soles of the feet, and he suppressed the nausea in his heart.

Connie knew that it was the blood of countless people.

Filled the whole room.

The door behind her closed automatically, and the sun in her heart seemed to disappear in an instant.

She stepped forward step by step, even though she was cautious, there was still a faint sound of standing water.

That was the sound of the sea of ​​blood, she seemed to be walking in hell.

A white curtain hangs not far from the corner.

The direction of the entire room seems to be deliberately directed to the white curtain.

She walked up to the curtain, and this time, without prompting, she opened the curtain first.

Under the white incandescent lamp, there was an operating table covered with a brand new white cloth, but the white cloth was already half stained with blood.

The bright red blood dripped down along the white cloth and the operating table, dripped into the sea of ​​blood on the ground, and hit the sea of ​​blood drop by drop, creating circles of ripples.

No need to look, she could almost see the hideous face through the white cloth.

After death, he also opened his eyes wide, looking unwilling and jealous.

"This is the first level of the game. Put it together in a limited time. Sew the corpse back to its original appearance."

"You have 20 minutes. Honey."

"For the first time in the game, I specially lowered your difficulty."

Connie could hear him breathing in a joyful voice that filled the room.

The ticking sound of the timer sounded again.

Connie lifted off the blood cloth, and her pupils shrank to the smallest in an instant.

"Ah!" Connie couldn't bear the fear, and finally screamed.

Her feet were soft, and she sat in the blood, with her hands on the ground, and the blood soaked her wrists.

On the operating bed was a corpse that had been cut into chunks.

Bill's head, in the center.

And the part below his waist has all disappeared.

"Crazy! You crazy!" Connie yelled, breaking down and frantically, but the man seemed to enjoy her breaking down and going crazy.

Bloodthirsty laughter filled the room.

"That's right, I love this kind of reaction. But cutie, you only have 8 minutes left, if you don't put this puzzle together quickly, your two sisters will be blown up like him It's a piece of meat..." At the end, he took a breath, as if thinking of some delicious food.

Connie couldn't help sobbing at the thought of Molly and Pauline, and Sherlock.

However, he stood up firmly under his feet and stood at the edge of the operating table.

Bill's eyes were still open.

There was still the madness before death in his eyes.

Covering his eyes with trembling hands, Connie placed his head on top of the operating table.

"As long as I put it together within the stipulated time, will you let them go?"

"Choose one." After a while, the answer came from the radio.

Connie took a deep breath: "Okay, don't break your promise, otherwise..."

Otherwise what.She has no threat capital at all.

There was a chuckle on the radio, as if mocking her overreaching.

"Otherwise, how are you?"

"Otherwise, I'll commit suicide here." She said suddenly, with an extremely calm expression on her face.

"In this way, you, and your game, will be buried underground forever, without seeing the light of day!"

"Even if Pauline and Molly are dead. Sherlock will still find you and kill you."

"In the end, you won't even get a tombstone with a name on it."

"—If you dare to break your promise, we will die together." She spit out every word, with tears still on her face, but she did not see the weakness and madness before.

"Hahaha... Good! As expected, he is the one he likes. It's a deal. You still have 16 minutes. If you fail...you have to choose one of the two."

A moment later, there was a loud laugh from the other end of the radio.

Connie picked up Bill's neck, her hands trembling unbelievably.

She doesn't know how to do surgery to suture the wound, but she can still do some ordinary needlework.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath.

Calm down, Connie, as if you were sewing a dummy, a puppet.

After a long time, she opened her eyes.

His eyes quickly scanned the fragmented corpses.

Put them in their approximate location and start sewing quickly.

In her brain, Connie hypnotized herself over and over again, not to be confused by the bloody smell. There was cold sweat on her forehead, dripping down drop by drop. Her hair, hands, and even the pants on her lower body were all stained red with blood. Sweat dripped into her eyes, and Connie didn't care to wipe it away.

After she sewed up half of the corpse, almost her whole body had turned into a blood man.

With slight numbness in her eyes, Connie sewed up the corpse, and lifted up Bill's half body as instructed by the man.

There are 3 minutes left on the clock on the phone.

"I'm done." She looked at the monitor and said numbly.

"Very good. This is your reward." The man was very satisfied with her performance, and he did not know where to open a mechanism to drain all the blood in the room. The milky white marble was slowly exposed, and Connie pulled Bill The dead body was thrown on the ground: "Now, let them go."

"Hehe... Don't worry, cutie, as I said, choose one of the two, and I won't lie to you."

"If you win, one of them will survive. You choose."

Connie heard the ambiguity in his words.

"You lied to me!" If one can live, the other must die!

"I'm not such a stupid person. You will never be so stupid as to believe that let me dismantle the bombs in their stomachs. One must have two."

Connie was silent for a while, as if all her strength had been exhausted.

"I know you still want to play the game. In the next sentence, if I win, you have to ask me to call the hospital and dismantle the bombs in the stomachs of the two of you. Don't play tricks." She knew what he wanted.

"Okay." He was proud, "But if you lose, you will be back to the original point..."

Her lips were bitten and tattered, Connie licked the blood from the corner of her lips, and there seemed to be a puff of heat in her dry throat.

"it is good."

The author has something to say: there will be another update later.

This is really exhausting to write...