[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Ah!" In the darkness, a sharp scream suddenly appeared, but the scream was not loud.

It was enough, however, to elicit a long string of silences.

"...It seems like someone tapped me on the shoulder just now." And thanks to Sherlock for not being afraid of what he said just now, he knew that Sherlock and Connie were standing together.

#I can’t care about abuse of dogs anymore#

#His current life safety and psychological safety have been hurt#

Sherlock: "..."

Connie: "It should be the wind..." She grasped Sherlock's hand tightly, and suddenly felt that the corpses behind her stood up, shook her head, and waved away the random thoughts in her mind.

"Is there a power outage?"

#Why does the morgue in Myanmar lose power at every turn#

#Really let down the tax paid by the dead people#

"Damn it, I'll have to complain to the boss later." It was probably because of the embarrassment before, but at this moment Morik came to his senses, wishing to regain his masculinity immediately.

It's too embarrassing to be scared and scream in front of a little girl...

"Haha." Connie chuckled lightly and tugged at Sherlock's hand: "If that's the case, come back tomorrow?"

She held on to Sherlock's hand tightly, and pushed the cabinets back, not daring to let go.

After pushing the unknown person, she was already sweating.

Wiping her forehead, Connie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go." Sherlock turned his head to one side, letting Connie pull him forward. Connie held Sherlock with one hand, and held the phone in the other hand, relying on the dim light of the screen to illuminate the road.

It was quiet outside the room.

Not a single one.

"This young man on duty is too irresponsible, why hasn't he been seen for so long?" Connie murmured, there was Molick in front, and she just wanted to get out of here quickly.

It wasn't long before Morik's footsteps froze.

"What's wrong? Why didn't you stop?" Connie looked up.

Molik moved away, using the mobile phone page to look forward: "Here, it is locked."

A long silence.

Connie didn't even cry or scream, there was a hint of understanding and numbness in her eyes.

In other words, how could she go home safely when she went out.

Pulling from behind, Connie was pulled behind Sherlock.

"Sherlock?" Molik looked at Sherlock in confusion.

He stared at Morik, and pulled Connie a few steps back.

"You are not Morik, who are you?" He asked very calmly.

As soon as this sentence came out, the two people in front and behind didn't react for a while.

"You, what do you mean?" Molik looked at Sherlock with a puzzled expression.

Connie looked at Sherlock's profile, then at Molick, and stood behind Molick silently.

Sherlock lowered his eyes: "When your boss asked you to come here, he must have not told you that you are also an abandoned chess piece."

"What are you talking about? Mycroft? How could he?" Molik continued. This time, even Connie's face changed a little.

Mycroft, Sherlock, the admirers of the two brothers of the Holmes family seem to have strange addresses, but this does not constitute any influence.

"Stop messing around! What we should be thinking about now is how to get out!" Molick looked anxiously at Sherlock and Connie, with sincere worry and slight anger in his eyes.

Sherlock chuckled, this was his second chuckle today, but it was completely different from the last time.

"Feel the scorching heat?" Sherlock motioned Morik to look up, and made a move with his right hand. Seeing this, Connie secretly handed over the gun Philomena had given her.

The movements he made were the ones he often did when he asked Connie to take the gun. Connie handed it over, and her mind suddenly froze: Huh?How does Sherlock know she has a gun?

Lucia obviously slipped it to her secretly! ...?

A gun was pointed at Molik, and the hot air surrounded several people, and it seemed that there was a little more light in the darkness.

Molik faced the gun, his face changed greatly.

Sherlock pointed to the corner and motioned for him to walk over. The flames coming from the corridor made his face change.

"shit." He cursed again.

Then he looked at Sherlock, as if he wanted to keep him for a while, but Sherlock held a gun and looked at him coldly, as if he had seen everything through him.

So, for an instant, Connie only saw Molick as a monkey running, and then turned around and disappeared.

"..." Childish as her.

"What should we do now, how do we get out?" Connie looked at the approaching flames, all the cells in her body were in the square.

Sherlock took the gun and shot all the bullets inside, and then pulled Connie to the locked door.

Several holes had been shot here by Sherlock.

He stood still and did not move.

Connie looked at him sideways: "...that's it?"

#Baby is more convenient#

Sherlock reached out and rubbed the top of her head: "Wait, they're almost here."

#Everything is under my control.JPG#

Connie: "..."

Break the jar and smash it.

She squatted down in frustration: "How did you know that Molik is not Molik?"

She didn't find out from the beginning to the end!

"The way he narrated brought us here intentionally or unintentionally."

narrative?

Connie recalled what Molick said again, feeling unsure: "But didn't you decide to come to the morgue?" She didn't say anything from the beginning to the end.

"The problem is that he didn't say anything, if it was Mycroft's subordinate." Sherlock saw what Connie hadn't said, and said meaningfully.

Connie felt it for a while: "Just because of this?"

"No, there's the previous bug." He saw Connie looking at him intently, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Some are crudely hidden, and some are hidden. You can tell at a glance that it's your little friends and Molik's tricks...but it's still a bit rough, probably because your friend changed the hotel temporarily and disrupted the original plan. rhythm."

Connie was stunned.

Don't talk about Molik, she nodded and didn't see it, just say that Philomena and others installed bugs in her room! ! ! ?

"And everything tonight has verified my thoughts." He spoke again, and sat next to Connie, at exactly the same height as her squatting.

The light of the fire gradually illuminated the entire space.

Connie looked sideways at his beautiful eyebrows and long eyelashes under the firelight, and her eye sockets seemed to be hot.

"Why didn't you say it earlier... Now we have to die here, and we won't be able to wait for Mycroft to save us." She lowered her head depressedly, like a bird that has been severely frustrated.

In the sultry air, a touch of ice suddenly appeared.

The shadows were crystal clear in the firelight.

Connie raised her head with a whoosh, and looked directly at those indifferent eyes.

"..." His eyes escaped for a moment, but they were hooked by the red lips again.

Connie licked her lips subconsciously, thinking that it must be delicious.

#Fucking catastrophe is imminent What is she doing! #

#IQ can still be online! #

#wrong#

#The point shouldn't be that Sherlock kissed her forehead just now! ? #

#? ? ? ? ! #

Connie stared blankly at Sherlock: "Hehe..."

"We're all about to burn to death, and you're still taking advantage of the kids."

She stared at him.

The shadow of the eyelashes hit the corners of the eyes, mixed with those clear eyes, making people yearn for it.

"Then you take it back." He said, without any embarrassment at all.

Connie blinked, and suddenly her eyes widened, with an expression of being struck by lightning.

"Chan...Zhan Zhan...Come back?" She looked at Sherlock tremblingly.

God, what did you want her to do! ?

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