[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Late night London, sleepless night.

When the genius team lifted the dam and saved all of London, they received the result that Connie was kidnapped before they had time to be complacent about their excellence.

And as soon as they went out, they were all electrocuted and dumped in the abandoned warehouse, which directly caused their first shadow on the abandoned warehouse.

Among them, only Mycroft survived.

Everyone received Sherlock's text message, but only Mycroft judged his situation in a very short period of time, so he directly avoided the most likely conflict. Although Sherlock never mentioned anything else, but He knows his brother.

However, he obviously wanted to make some contributions, but he didn't have this opportunity.

Because before he could act, Sherlock came out with Connie in his arms.

— from the dam.

A gleam of understanding flashed in Mycroft's eyes.

"People are inside, I leave it to you." Sherlock's cold voice was still steady, but his men's movements were not slow at all. He put Connie behind the back seat of the car and walked away.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, and approached the warehouse step by step. Looking at the person lying on the ground, he frowned deeply.

"Send a car." After dialing the mobile phone, Mycroft ordered, and then hung up the phone directly.

On the other hand, Sherlock drove Connie to the hospital.

Bruce was already waiting at the door. Both Pauline and Jasmine had just undergone extirpation surgery. Pauline was fine, but Jasmine had obviously lost too much blood.

But at this time, he was out of danger.

Seeing Connie who looked like a bloody man, Bruce almost fainted from fright.

"This is what happened! Oh my goodness, poor Connie." Bruce made the sign of the cross, something he'd never done before, and suddenly it was his body.

The ambulance was already waiting at the door. The medical staff were surprised to see a child covered in blood, but they rushed him to the emergency room.

Connie was fast asleep.

Sherlock and Bruce followed her and stopped outside the door until the bed was taken to the emergency room.

"Sherlock, what happened?" Bruce couldn't understand, since Connie called not long ago.

Otherwise, Pauline and Molly would still have a bomb in their stomachs.

Sherlock stared fixedly at the door, with waves in his eyes.

Sherlock didn't speak, but Bruce was in a hurry. The old man waited in front of the emergency room, his expression of anxiety was beyond words.

Fortunately, not too long passed. About half an hour later, the doctor from the emergency room came out.

"Connie Hudson, is the patient's family here?"

Sherlock and Bruce greeted him immediately.Around the corner, a group of people rushed over, it was the genius team and Lestrade.

"Doctor, how is Connie doing?" Bruce asked anxiously.

The doctor glanced at the two of them and said, "It's nothing serious, except for some flesh wounds on her body, there is nothing serious, but I think the patient's mental state is not very good, and the blood on her body is all human blood, I think You need to hire a psychiatrist for her. Also, call the police." At this moment, several people walked to the door of the emergency room, and Lestrade showed his badge.

"Hello, doctor, I'm a member of the Metropolitan Police. How can I help you? How's Connie?"

The doctor glanced at Lestrade's ID and nodded, "Connie Hudson's body is covered with human blood, so much bleeding..." Someone must have died.

Fortunately, many years of experience told the doctor that the blood on Connie's body was real human blood, but they failed to let him know that it was the blood of several people, otherwise Connie should be surrounded by many.

Lestrade glanced at Sherlock and put away the documents.

"I know that this little girl has just been kidnapped, which is related to the recent disappearance of the London Police Department, so..."

Seeing this, the doctor nodded knowingly, without further questioning.

"The patient's condition is good, but regarding the mental aspect, you'd better hire a psychiatrist for her." The doctor ordered a few more words, and then left with the test sheet.

Sylvester tugged at his hair: "This is really terrible. He's right under our noses..."

Happy patted him on the back, put his hands in his pockets, leaned against the wall and waited for someone to push Connie out.

A few minutes later, Connie was pushed out, an oxygen tank was put on her nose, and the doctor gave her some sedatives.

Toby made it clear at a glance: "It seems that her mental state is very unstable."

Walter nodded: "If you need to use oxygen tanks and tranquilizers on a child..."

A group of people crowded into Connie's ward, and the small ward seemed narrower and narrower.

Connie was still asleep, but her expression was particularly disturbed. Toby, who could read expressions, sighed: "She looks like she is in a nightmare."

Happy saw this and patted him on the top of the head: "You have no eyesight."

Toby stared at her in surprise, and then silently shut up when he saw the expressions of the people present, especially Bruce.

"Well, everyone is tired today, it's already very late, go back and rest first, I will send someone to guard Connie's place." Mycroft was late, but when he saw his younger brother's expression, he felt not so good.

Everyone stayed for a while, and then went back to the hotel to rest. Only Bruce and Sherlock were left in the ward.

"Sherlock." Mycroft sighed softly, but he had already taken off his scarf.

"I'm here tonight." He turned to look at Bruce: "Bruce go back first, bring a change of clothes tomorrow morning."

Bruce wanted to stay here by himself, but was dismissed by Mycroft with a few words.

The two brothers were relatively silent in the silent ward.

After a long time, Mycroft finally couldn't stand it and spoke first: "Sherlock."

No matter how high or low the IQ is, he can't hold back his younger brother.

Sherlock sat on the sofa by Connie's window, seemingly in a daze, and seemed to be staring at Connie.

Mycroft walked over to him and sat down, but Sherlock didn't move.

"Sherlock," he called again.

Sherlock finally looked at him: "..."

Mycroft stared into his eyes: "What do you think, about Connie?"

Today outside the warehouse, outside the emergency ward, he saw an expression that he had never seen on his younger brother in the past 20 years.

That kind of obscure emotion that belongs to mortals.

He always thought that Sherlock didn't have these emotions, even in his parents, he had never found a trace of such emotions on Sherlock, he was like a mutilated doll, a smart boy who jumped out of a stone. robot.

An advanced artificial intelligence robot.

It has to be said that many times, he made Mycroft make such associations countless times, even though he still had hope for his brother in his heart.

Sherlock ignored his question, it was obvious.

The people on the bed slept peacefully.

After a pause, Mycroft rubbed his palm: "You know her identity and you still don't know it."

"So What."

"But..." Mycroft hesitated to speak, feeling that this was inappropriate, but after thinking about it, it was already a miracle that there was a person who could make Sherlock have normal human emotions, and there might not be a first person in this world two.

He still doesn't know that one day in the future, another miracle will appear beside his younger brother.

He let out a long sigh, the phone page lit up, and a notification came.

He got up and said goodbye to Sherlock with his back: "I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Sherlock didn't move either: "Go."

Late at night, in the silent ward, there was only one sober person left.

Under the dim light, he quietly looked at the restless sleeper. It was as if a small sun had been stuffed into the thinking palace. In an instant, the ancient picture scroll with dust unfolded, and a poem hovered in his mind.

In the end, there is only one thin loop left.

There's someone in my head but it's not me.

I have someone in my head, but it's not me.

The clock is ticking, the person on the bed is gradually sleeping peacefully, the heart on the chest is slowly rising and falling, the stars in the sky are rotating and shifting, but only the man sitting on the sofa is like a carved fossil, quietly , calmly, sitting in place.

not moving at all.

The author has something to say: Connie in her sleep said that she was caught off guard by her confession<(￣ˇ￣)/