[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"You're not scared at all," he said.

"Yes, I'm not afraid," she replied.

They are all smiling, but each smile has a different meaning.

This is a battle without gunpowder.

Mycroft felt that for the first time he was defeated in front of a little girl.

Her calmness and confidence turned his scheme into nothingness.

Mycroft Holmes had his first taste of unwillingness.

This is a very mysterious taste, novel and weird.But even if he caught her now and dissected him, he still seemed to be in defeat.

Because, Sherlock.

She broke through this line of defense.

There was a hint of frustration in Mycroft's eyes, as smart as he was, he already felt something.

Connie didn't know that McCoff had thought so much. She just knew that after her doubts were overturned, the sudden sense of calm caused by the relaxation and enlightenment made a lot of her tension disappear at this moment.

When she came back to her senses.

#Legs are numb from fright, okay#

"Can I get out of here after the inspection?" She looked up and asked Mycroft, and he resumed his serious expression at this time, which was exactly the same as the official's face shown on TV.

She felt that things might not be very good, but she always had hope for Sherlock in her heart.

#After all, they are couples who have just confirmed their relationship#

#Even if you don’t come to love, it’s okay to threaten my brother with my life to let go of my favorite woman#

Inexplicably a bit square.

The phone rang, and Mycroft took out his cell phone. The number displayed on it was that dear brother.

Mycroft walked out of the room with the mobile phone. Connie couldn't see his face, but she was very sure that it was Sherlock, but she didn't know how long she had been tied up.

And why did McCoff know about her...

After a pause, a hint of understanding appeared in Connie's eyes.

Mycroft Holmes is probably the only person in the world who can surpass Sherlock in IQ. Even Moriarty is just Sherlock's opponent.

Of course, it does not rule out the premise that Mycroft used his age advantage to cast a shadow on Sherlock when he was a child, which created his later advantage.

But there's no denying that Mycroft is an extremely intelligent man.

Since Sherlock can guess something about her origin, maybe Mycroft can too, which is why she was brought here for testing, because McCoff is sure that there is something wrong with her, but he is not sure that" What's wrong" is.

After thinking about the possible reasons, Connie calmed down. Apart from her unknown identity, she didn't have any special abilities, neither would she live forever, nor did she have the powerful ability to heal instantly after being injured. She was just an ordinary little girl. As for the matter of the soul, it is estimated that people will not think of it now. Even if McCoff thought of it, he would not be able to prove it.

As for using a polygraph machine to investigate, the worst result would be that she has mental illness and hallucinations...

There is no special place, so naturally there is no need to imprison her.

Connie was relieved, and sat quietly waiting for these people to take samples, but she didn't know that such a reaction fell into the eyes of McCoff, and it was really something wrong.

A few hours later, all the samples showed results, and there was nothing wrong with the little girl.

And Sherlock has already rushed to Mycroft's side.

Mycroft has always been unable to stop Sherlock, even if he could, sometimes he was reluctant.

"Let her go." Sherlock looked at Connie who was lying in a closed room in a white dress and was being scanned by infrared rays. She frowned and looked at Mycroft.

"Brother, you know this is just a necessary procedure, and it won't do any harm. I have to give the country an explanation." Mycroft smiled lightly, with a peaceful aura.

Sherlock stared at him for a long time, then sneered.

"I think it satisfies your sense of control." The country would not believe such a joke, and McCoff has always been headstrong.

Mycroft could still laugh: "You know."

Sherlock didn't speak, and turned around to look at Connie quietly. If it was Mrs. Hudson, she would probably reply: You know?i know shit

"Boss, there is nothing abnormal. Whether it is her body or her brain, they all meet the standards of a normal person." Looking at the report handed over by his subordinates, Mycroft's expression remained unchanged.

Mycroft looked at Sherlock: "How do I know she's not a special case."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "She is, even if she isn't, it has nothing to do with her."

They all know what each other is talking about, but what others listen to is at a loss.

Mycroft threw the report down: "Let her go."

The medical staff pulled the man out of the flat bed, but Connie seemed to have fallen asleep at some point.

The brain wave scanning system suddenly began to warn, and it seemed to spread from this central point all the way to the entire laboratory.

The alarm system was activated along with the warning red light, and in an instant, the whole world was surrounded by noise.

With a "bang", the room suddenly seemed to explode, and there was a lot of disgust. The two people standing outside the mirror window couldn't see it clearly. The medical staff on the ground, and the bed, no, even the bed and the people are gone.

He waved his hand, what he saw in front of him was true, and suddenly his eyes gradually deepened.

"likeisaid, brother, she's dangerous. and now it's true." Mycroft walked in, covering his mouth and nose.

"You made her." Sherlock said coldly, turned and walked out the door.

Mycroft looked at his back with a weak voice: "This is a threat to the entire country, you have seen her ability."

Sherlock didn't turn around.

"She never wanted to hurt anyone, and she was a helpful little girl, a little stupid, but... Mycroft, you saw it with your own eyes. She is fundamentally different from those criminals, even if it is true as you say Yes, she has special abilities, that's just an explanation. She is just like us, she is special." It's just that she is special and different from them.

Mycroft was silent, and Sherlock left the base.

At this time, Connie, a girl who was considered very special but not very special, was lying down on the grass in a daze - facing a woman who was pressing her down.

A tall, flat-chested woman with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Hello?" She asked suspiciously?

She wasn't doing an examination, why did she suddenly come to this kind of wild place?

"Loli..."

Connie heard the other party's deep whisper, and the pronunciation was very accurate.

She was a little surprised.

"do you speak Chinese?"

The other party nodded: "Of course, this baby is an authentic big flower family."

Connie stared at her blond hair and blue eyes: "..."

Are you a loyal fan of flower planting culture?

"Why do you look like that?" She raised her eyebrows, with a bit of a sharp and stern look.

"It's nothing...can you get up first?" She rolled her eyes, and the person in front of her rolled and jumped up.

"Are you sick?" She asked, and Connie shook her head as she looked at her pure white hospital gown.

"You... how did you bring me out?" She asked suspiciously, only remembering that her eyes went dark, and then she saw this girl when she opened her eyes again, but she was still in McCoff's secret base just now.

The blond girl was stunned: "Bring it out? What do you mean, I was sweeping my sister's grave, and then I overwhelmed you as soon as my eyes were dark... But speaking of it, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Chen Baobao, your name is What..." Connie looked at the man talking, and suddenly felt a little dizzy and her nose was itchy.

She wanted to raise her hand to wipe it, but she saw that the person in front of her seemed to have a very surprised expression, pointing at her and saying something, she couldn't hear clearly.

In the next second, she felt that the whole world was turned upside down, and her eyes went dark.

Baobao Chen looked at the person in front of him who suddenly started to have nosebleeds, and asked in surprise, but the person opposite seemed to be dumbfounded and didn't respond, and suddenly passed out, and panicked all of a sudden.

Could it be that some terminally ill patient was crushed?

But where do terminally ill patients come from in this wilderness?

Only now did Baobao Chen realize that something was wrong. In this strange place, his mobile phone was missing...

"Faster! Faster!" A voice suddenly came from afar.

She was startled, and subconsciously shouted: "Help! anyonehelphere" with a pure foreign accent, which startled herself too.

When did she speak the bird language so slipperily?

The sound attracted the people in the distance, and after a while, Baobao Chen saw two people who had come by bicycle before or after.

"Can you make an emergency call for me? She passed by, and my phone is gone." Baobao Chen looked at the two foreigners, feeling puzzled in his heart, but he seemed to speak out consciously.

The two nodded immediately.

"Wait a minute, don't worry."

The ambulance arrived quickly.

Chen Baobao originally wanted to accompany someone to the hospital, but the foreigners and the face she saw in the rearview mirror made her run away.

On the other side, while Connie was being taken to the hospital, Mycroft also received the news at the same time.

After thinking about it, he still notified his younger brother.

Connie's family information has Mrs. Hudson's phone number, and she received the notification as soon as Connie received the first aid. At that time, Sherlock and Lestrade had already received Connie at the door of the emergency room.

She is still in a coma.

Lestrade: "Doctor, how is she?"

The attending doctor didn't speak, but Sherlock guessed everything from his expression.

"Family..."

"She will be fine." Sherlock said, but he didn't listen to the doctor, and followed Connie directly into the ward.

Lestrade, who was still there, asked again: "So?"

The doctor sighed: "The little girl's condition is very strange. It seems that her brain has suffered some huge trauma. It is impossible to wake up in a short time." And there is also the possibility of becoming a vegetative state-if you don't wake up within three months If you wake up, you will probably become a vegetable for the rest of your life.

"Then when will she wake up?" Mrs. Hudson asked anxiously.

The doctor wondered: "If she doesn't wake up within half a year, she is likely to become a vegetable."

These words seemed to have crushed all of Mrs. Hudson's nerves. She collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the air, unable to speak.

Lestrade helped her up, and helped her to the front of the ward with an ugly expression.

"It's not true." Mrs. Hudson didn't cry, but she looked like she was on the verge of collapse.

"There is still a chance, she will be fine." Lestrade comforted, but secretly sighed in his heart.

Sherlock looked calmly at the man lying on the bed, as if he could only breathe.

"youwillbefine." Many of Connie's smiling faces emerged in his memory palace, as well as the little grown-up expressions she showed when she talked to herself and instructed others. is useless, wasteful, pointless, everything.

you will be fine.

His dark eyes were like a sea soaked in ink.

Deep enough to sweep away all emotions.

One day, we will meet again.

In the dark, he looked at the tiny raindrops floating outside the window.

The author has something to say: If I say this is the ending, will you kill me? Then in the original play, Sherlock meets Watson ten years later, and becomes a man who has been fighting against his brother, and then he will never die for the rest of his life. Don't fall in love, the horse-faced little tsundere who has no intention of falling in love.I have been a small partner with the case all my life, and fell in love with Moriarty who used to like Connie... Hahahaha suddenly felt that I was so witty~~~~

ps: Well, thank you for your enthusiasm for correcting the usage of yes, iamnot.It was directly changed to Chinese (☆_☆), and I still don’t know whether to affirm or deny after thinking about it for a long time. . . .