[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

The wall in the center suddenly changed, and a huge TV was pushed out from the center of the wall.

Connie was sitting on a stool, facing the TV screen, watching a designated video.

There is melodious music on the radio, but there are unique rules in the fulcrum.

Connie didn't know what he wanted, the screen was full of blood and weird people.

Old files, old photos, old murder videos.

Every protagonist is Bill.

After watching that dazzling life in a flash, countless small dots appeared on the screen.

"Choose one, cutie." His tone seemed to care for the child he was about to create.

Connie stepped forward and clicked on one of the light spots.

The organ was suddenly opened, and water flowed into the ground from the edge.

Connie froze for a moment, tapped the screen, but there was no response.

The water was fast, and it didn't take long for it to build up to her ankles.

"What are you doing!?" She exclaimed, with fear in her eyes.

After a while, a cover was suddenly opened directly above, and a human-shaped figure fell down, hitting the shallow water and splashing Connie's face.

She threw herself on the man, checked his breath, and was relieved that he was still alive.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, looking up.

There was no sound on the radio.

The people on the ground suddenly opened their eyes.

"Kill me, cutie."

The blade-like sound rang in front of Connie's eyes, splitting her sanity.

She fell backwards in the water, away from the suddenly sober man.

His thin body seemed to die at any moment.

"You..." She trembled.

"Yes, it's me. If you kill me, you can get the organ that stops the flow of water on my body."

His numb eyes were dull as dead.

"Otherwise, you can only drown here with me."

Connie stepped back in panic, sitting in the corner, the water had already soaked her breasts.

The man just stood there, and the mechanism above had been closed.

She leaned on the wall and stood up, looking at the cheerfully accelerating water, with pain in her eyes.

"Why did you let me kill you?"

"How do I know if what you said is true?"

"If I kill you, I still can't get out."

The music from just now played again on the screen, and an evil and weird smile appeared on the man's wood-like facial features for an instant.

He no longer stood straight on the spot like a stake, but walked to the operating table and picked up the knife.

Mechanical words came out of his mouth: "Because, either you killed me, or I killed you."

Holding a scalpel, the man rushed over with strides.

Connie felt a little weird, but she didn't care to think too much, and ran out of the gap again and again, retreating to another corner.

But this does not affect the man's continued pursuit.

His eyes were like looking at a monster that was bound to win.

Connie was in a turmoil, so she casually picked up something she caught and threw it over, but he easily dodged it.

The thin body seemed to possess infinite strength, and grabbed Connie's ankle. This time, Connie, who couldn't break free, was pulled all the way to the operating table.

"Ahem... let go, let me go!" Connie's neck was tightly strangled, and she beat the man's arm with a red face, but it failed to cause any impact. The knife point in her eyes was slowly approaching. .

"You said... Do I want your left eye first, or your right eye?" The man leaned closer, staring at her with a pair of chaotic eyes, like a beast.

The blade walked on her skin, like a poisonous thorn.

Under the black pupils, as if in a trance, a firework suddenly exploded.

At that moment, Connie didn't know where her courage and strength came from, and her hands that had nowhere to rest suddenly grabbed something.

So he grabbed that thing and threw it at the arm that was choking his neck!

After she sat up from the operating table, she realized that what she was holding was another scalpel.

But obviously this one is much sharper than the knife in the man's hand.

The water had spread over the operating table, barely up to Connie's waist.

Connie sat on the operating table, watching the man standing up from the water, raising the knife in his hand.

"Who are you? Why are you threatening me to come here?"

The man didn't cry out in pain, nor did he say the reason, but just approached her step by step with a knife.

"do not come."

"I said don't come here!"

"Don't come here!!!"

The wordless response broke Connie like a robot.

She didn't know what kind of game it was, she only knew that when the knife fell, all her thoughts were to survive!

So, at the moment when the man raised the knife high, she pointed at the man's chest fiercely and stabbed the scalpel in her hand.

then.

Then no.

The man fell down, and the water flow in the laboratory suddenly stopped.

Connie looked at the man floating in the water in a daze, her eyes seemed to be filled with endless unwillingness.

At this moment, the music stopped abruptly.

There was a burst of applause on the radio.

Connie looked up blankly.

"You did a good job, cutie." It was still the man's voice.

Connie looked up: "Are you okay?"

"Hehe, are you worried about me? But..."

Connie jumped into the water frantically and helped the thin man up.

"Then who is he!?"

Putting the person on the operating table, Connie seemed to suddenly realize it, and she was in a cold sweat.

It was as if he realized what kind of trap he had fallen into.

"Him? Well... I just met someone with a voice that resembles mine by chance. How about it, you didn't even notice it?" The man chuckled.

Connie touched the dagger in a panic, but she didn't dare to touch it easily. She pressed her fingers on the man's neck and cried tremblingly: "Don't die...don't die..."

"Hmm...it's so cute, it's just you who inserted the dagger into his chest with your own hands. Isn't it..." The man's pleasant laughter resounded throughout the room.

"Shut up! You shut up! You shut up!" Connie screamed into the room like crazy, turning her head to cover her mouth, unable to believe this fact.

She killed.

And an innocent man.

"You hypnotized him?"

The man's dull gaze reappeared in Connie's mind.

"Smart." The answer represented his acquiescence.

Connie tugged at her hair.

That's right, she felt that something was wrong with this person just now, but she didn't think much about it.

She slumped on the ground and finally couldn't help crying.

The man in front of the monitor looked at Connie who was sitting on the ground crying, and smiled with satisfaction.

Look, in less than an hour, didn't he break the girl's first line of defense for self-protection?

He is such a good product, and the only one.

But the only one is how lonely.

Bill chose her, and wouldn't it be more fun if he made her his own kind.

Bill's choice, but he created... a perfect product.

On the other side, Sherlock, who drove away, arrived at a warehouse in the city center.

It was full of Bill's belongings.

When confronted with Bill, he discovered that Bill had another accomplice.

He has a special look when he talks about the products of his creation.

It's just that he needs more evidence to infer the man's current whereabouts.

Bill is dead, but his plans continue.

Holding the newly bought warehouse key, Sherlock opened the warehouse door.

All kinds of traces were carefully observed by him, but there seemed to be a thread wrapped in mist in his mind, and he couldn't break free to untie this dead knot.

Until a phone call from Bruce.

Get him sober.

An hour after he left the warehouse.

Molly and Pauline are informed that a bomb has been planted in their stomachs.

Bruce got the news.

And what he had in his hand was Connie's cell phone.

Sherlock hung up the phone and looked at the messy warehouse.

There are not only all kinds of weapons in the warehouse, but also various tools.

He thought it was just a pervert's bad taste, and the bomb of the dam revealed by Bill before his death had always been a question in his mind.

After the doubt there must be the truth.

So he followed the clues and found here, the other person's clues were in this warehouse.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized.

Behind the question, there is not necessarily only one secret.

And he, perhaps, was the chosen problem finder.

This is a trap, an inducement.

The person who was really targeted has been replaced halfway.

Because the murderer is no longer the same.

His discovered weakness, his chosen weakness.

He made the same mistake twice.

A storm of annoyance swirled through Sherlock's mind.

Twice played by the same person, still a dead person.

Such a thing was enough to break his self-esteem.

However, he has bigger worries.

All his life, he had been nearly overwhelmed by that riot of guilt and rage.

Flipping his fingers, he hacked into every camera in the London area.

"JUST SO YOU KNOW. IAMING FORY YOU."

Not only the major TV screens that were broadcasting, but also all the personal computers that were connected to the Internet, none of which had such a video appearing on the black screen.

Short curly brown hair set off a pair of flaxen green eyes, thin lips parted lightly, like frost, eyes full of deep killing intent: "JUSTSOYOUKNOW.IAMINGFORYOU."

This is no longer a game, but a war.

A never-ending war.

The video is transmitted wirelessly in every corner, and soon it spreads in every corner.

In a cabin in the wilderness suburbs, a man was sitting in front of the computer, looking at the face that suddenly appeared, his eyes flickered slightly.

How could he hack into his computer?

I don't know, Sherlock has hacked the whole of London.

"JUST SO YOU KNOW. IAMING FORY YOU."

A bloodthirsty smile appeared in the man's eyes.

Did you know his trick?

Sherlock Holmes?

Fairly smart.

only……

Flying in the hand, the screen on the computer returned to the screen in the laboratory. In the terrible environment, a small girl was numbly leaning against the operating table, her eyes dull like a puppet doll.

And the corpse above her head was gradually getting colder.

The blood dripped down along with her chest and fell to her shoulders along the edge of the operating table, but she just sat there blankly as if she didn't notice it.

It seems that there is no anger at all.

His doll... is transforming.

No one can stop him from creating a perfect...toy.

The man suddenly laughed lightly, and gradually turned into a crazy laugh.

But in London, which is extremely prosperous at the moment, everyone is astonished.

During prime time, whether it was variety show commercials or TV news, they were all replaced by a ten-second video at that moment.

A man is swearing.

Although many girls were disturbed, many people still thought it was a prank, which even alarmed the authorities.

Outside the warehouse door in the city center, Sherlock jumped into the car and drove away.

The author has something to say: Hey, ah,,, my dear mother, Sherlock is going to be handsome!

This is the transformation period of the heroine...