[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

When Connie got up, she found herself lying in Sherlock's room.

It is conceivable that this made her in a lot of ways.

After getting up and seeing the cold breakfast in the living room, she dripped sweat and woke up the girls who were half asleep.

Christine and Philomena probably slept most comfortably, so they were the first two to wake up, and then the preemptive battle in the bathroom started. Connie sat on the sofa and watched them helplessly while drinking porridge .

"What the hell did you guys do last night? You came back drunk, and you ran here early this morning..." She was depressed when she said this.

"How did you get in?"

"Philomina's family owns a share in this hotel. She is considered a half lady, so she can let people open the door." Spencer replied lightly, thinking that Philomena stuck in front of the door last night and refused to accept it. The way he walked, he sneered.

Connie: "..." After all, it's such a big hotel, so it's just messing around like this?

Lucia, who failed to snatch the bathroom, poured a cup of coffee and drank it: "That is an acquaintance, if it is a stranger, the manager will not open the door." She saw what Connie's emoji was at a glance mean.

Oh, but also the manager?

Connie put a blank face on her face: "I won't talk about it for now... Skip it, but you are only 13 years old, and you have not yet reached the legal age. How can you go out and drink until the early morning?" It was stained with a touch of red, as if very dissatisfied with their actions.

And the first thing Connie saw was Spencer.

Obviously, she was a little guilty when it came to this.

"Don't look at me, I don't know..." When I found out later, I was already drunk.

Kristina managed to squeeze into the bathroom earlier.

So Connie looked at Lucia without any choice.

She was very calm, raising her eyebrows with an indifferent look.

"It's okay, it's just a few cocktails. And we have bodyguards with us, and the bar is also owned by an acquaintance, so don't be afraid." She blinked at Connie lightly, as if she was discharging electricity.

Connie: "..."

"Don't worry, didn't you come back safely? There will be no next time." Spencer smelled his body with disgust, thumped the door, and shouted from the outside, "Hurry up!"

Full of air.

Lucia also looked very impatient, slumped on the sofa with a disgusted expression on her face.

Connie sighed.

"...Isn't there a bathroom upstairs?" Theirs is at the level of a presidential suite, so there must be two of them.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the two people in the room lit up. Lucia jumped up from the sofa and went straight to the door. Spencer did not show any weakness, and disappeared into the corridor as soon as the door opened.

Lucia took a full step, and subconsciously walked to the elevator first, but the elevator was still far away on the first floor, so she could only run the stairs behind Spencer...

#this sad world#

Connie got up and closed the door, continuing to drink her cold porridge silently.

On the other side, Sherlock and Lestrade drove to an abandoned alley.

"What are you doing here? It's so remote, how do you know?" Lestrade held his nose and looked disgusted. This place is like an incineration plant, which smells worse than a garbage dump.

On the other hand, Sherlock didn't respond. He just looked around and turned around slowly a few times. If it wasn't for the concentration in his expression, people might think he was here for a picnic.

incineration plant.

It smells like an incineration plant.

Sherlock moved his nose, took the large amount of smell into his nose, differentiated into various smells, and distributed them to corresponding substances through his memory palace.

After a while, he stood still, looked at a closed factory not far away, and walked directly over.

There are different smells coming from every place and every direction, but this warehouse in the upwind position has a faint fragrance, similar to the smell of leaves.

Lestrade hurriedly followed behind: "Where are you going?"

The two came to an abandoned factory, Sherlock glanced at the red brick wall, and walked around the warehouse seemingly casually.

He found no less than ten hidden cameras in the rough concrete.

For the people in the factory, the outside is 360 degrees without dead ends.

He turned around and looked at the surroundings like a garbage dump, desolate and dirty.

After spending so much effort, what kind of secrets must be hidden inside?

Mioam Street, 18.

This is an address that doesn't exist in this world. At least he hasn't found this address since he hacked Myanmar's government service weapons and the British and American global satellite positioning systems.

But this address is a frequent visitor in that woman's phone book.

But on the bustling alley two streets away from here, there is a bar called Miao Mu.

What an interesting coincidence.

"I said, what are you doing in such a desolate place? Solve the case? Are there any clues here?" Lestrade was clearly driven by the smell.

Sherlock stood in front of the door.

"In such a broken place, you use this kind of combination lock that can only be used by the military?" He said with a smile.

Lestrade looked towards the door, at first glance he thought it was dilapidated and inconspicuous, but when Sherlock mentioned it, he immediately recognized the difference in the lock.

Different from electric locks or iron chains used by ordinary people, this is a combination lock that requires fingerprints and passwords to be input at the same time to ensure that the door is opened, otherwise it will trigger an alarm system, even if you enter the wrong password, it will cause an alarm. Such a lock , are generally used in extremely confidential reference rooms or important government places.

It's obviously out of place in such a shabby little place.

For a moment, Lestrade also realized that something was wrong.

"Then what are we going to do with the lock?" he asked, only to see Sherlock pull a glove from the bag and place it on the fingerprint reader, while quickly typing four numbers on the keypad with his right hand.

He was about to cry out nervously, but saw that the door was actually opened!

#This is so fucking wrong#

"How did you do it?" His eyes widened and his mouth opened wide.

Sherlock put away his gloves and stepped directly inside.

Very simple, just took all the materials available from the house of the woman who was full of lies.

And her private password is also easy to guess, she seems to be a person who thinks she is smart but is overconfident.

Moreover, the ambition is also great.

Walking through the narrow path, the bright and rich laboratory appears in front of you.

Yes, private labs.There are also beautifully decorated rooms.

Lestrade stared dumbfounded at this decoration, which was even more gorgeous than a hotel. When he turned around, he bumped into a plate somewhere and fell to the ground, causing a loud noise, which immediately startled him.

But what really scared him was what he saw after he squatted down.

A blood-red scorpion slowly crawled out from the broken jade.

Although he doesn't know much about chemistry and physics, Lestrade's common sense is enough to tell him that a scorpion with a red body is highly poisonous.

Luckily, Lestrade, who was breaking out in a cold sweat, was not frightened until his legs softened. He called out to Sherlock, and the emotional fluctuations in his voice were enough to call people over.

Probably a little impatient with Lestrade's recklessness, Sherlock, who was about to speak, glanced at the red scorpion but held back.

"Indian red scorpion." With deep eyes, he picked up the red scorpion with the tweezers on the stage, put it directly on the alcohol lamp and roasted it, and he also set up the broken jade piece by piece and placed it under the lamp.

The surface inside the jade is full of venom sprayed by scorpions. One milligram of the toxin of this Indian red scorpion is enough to kill several adults. However, this scorpion still looks like a juvenile body, and there is a gleam of light in its red body. As for this toxin, it seems to be much purer than the average adult red scorpion.

Using the equipment at hand, Sherlock quickly made a lens and put it under the microscope, and the result was obviously as he expected.

Standing up, he looked at the other pieces of jade on the table, and suddenly smashed them all. Surprisingly, each piece of jade contained some poisonous substances, snake eggs, worms... What puzzled him even more was that, These poisons seem to be born directly in the jade, not artificially inserted at all.

But this kind of technology will take at least several decades to develop so that no trace can be seen.

And these jades are all natural jades.

At least Sherlock couldn't see the slightest trace of artificiality.

Lestrade was speechless at the moment, he looked at the disgusting things coming out of the jade, he didn't stand or sit, the room seemed to be full of such disgusting and harmful things, he just felt He was uncomfortable all over, and when Sherlock finished his research, he took an alcohol lamp and burned them all.

"Did you find anything?" Since the first time he handled the case, Lestrade wanted to flee the scene impatiently.

What he is facing now is much more terrifying than a public relations document.

But Sherlock obviously didn't look like leaving immediately.

He stood up and walked around, as if looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" Lestrade watched him knocking on the wall from time to time, and squatting on the ground again, feeling a little bewildered.

"The door." He replied.

Suddenly, he looked at the table at hand, stared at the smooth surface, and slowly bent down.

His head was tilted sideways, his eyes were facing the horizontal line of the table, and when he caught the slightest unsteady angle, he wanted to move the table away, but the table in his hand would not move.

This is certainly not because the table is too heavy.

He got up, looked at the things on the table, reached out to hold the microscope, the drawer below.

The irregularly spaced drawers looked odd, but this one had the worst-worn handle.

Opening the drawer, there was nothing inside. She reached out and touched it. Sherlock immediately touched something similar to a sticker. After he settled down, he took out the gloves in his pocket and put them on. Then he touched the one on the left. Half of the table suddenly moved away, revealing a downward aisle.