[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

When Connie woke up, she felt that she had had a long sleep.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of her eyes, making her unable to see clearly.

She didn't sleep for several days again, did she?

After moving, her whole body felt sore and limp. Then, she seemed to see red dots flickering in front of her eyes, and heard the voices of many people while breathing.

With noise and anxiety, there is also a trace of excitement.

where is shehospital?

"She's awake."

"My God, this is a miracle."

"Quick, notify the boss."

"Give her a thorough examination immediately."

Connie only felt that she seemed to be in a shaky state, being dazzled by the bright light, but she wanted to raise her hand to cover it, but her whole body was powerless.

It feels like I can only move my fingers.

In her chest, the beating frequency of the heart suddenly became faster, which was an inexplicable uneasiness.

"The heart is beating too fast, give her a tranquilizer, and then add a nutrient solution." With a gentle male voice, Connie fell into a coma again.

When Mycroft got the news, he was talking to John about spying on his brother.

Over the past few years, Sherlock has been playing more and more of his life, and to be honest, he is very worried when he overplays and he can't clean up.

The retired soldier who became his assistant after only appearing for one day gave him hope.

Then, this Mr. Watson refused - as he expected.

"Sir!" Helen's anxious voice drew his attention.

"She'sawake." She said so.

For a long time, he couldn't accept this.

"Say that again?"

Helen settled her voice and tried to calm herself down: "Sheisawake. sir."

Mycroft felt his hands tremble a little.

"Go back." After a while, he took the handle of the black umbrella and walked into the black car.

Helen looked at John: "Let's go, Mr. Watson, I'll take you back."

"Oh...Okay." Watson was stunned, and followed Helen into the car.

Looking at the scenery passing by quickly outside the car window, he still couldn't help asking curiously: "Who is she?"

Helen glanced at him, but didn't smile like before.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Watson didn't ask any more questions, and turned his head out of the car window to quietly watch the scenery.

In the completely refurbished base, McCoff rushed to the room in a hurry.

"how is she?"

The attending researcher took the report: "After waking up, all her body values ​​have returned to normal. It is because she has been lying in bed for a long time that she has caused malnutrition and muscle atrophy. It will take some time to recover."

Mycroft nodded, excitement flashed in his eyes.

"When will she wake up?"

"one hour later."

221B entrance.

Helen put Watson down and drove away.

Watson walked up the stairs and saw Sherlock lying on the sofa.

"what are you doing?"

"think."

"So what's the hurry to call me back? Do you have a clue?"

"well...can I borrow your phone?"

Watson took out his phone.

"You don't need to give it to me. I have a number on my desk. You can send a text message to it."

Watson raised his eyebrows: "So, the urgent thing you asked me to come back was to send a text message?"

Sherlock didn't speak, but his expression said it all.

Watson suddenly felt that he understood why Sherlock had no friends.

He walked over to the table and started sending out Sherlock's spoken words.

"Speaking of which, I met a friend of yours." Watson said.

Sherlock's response seemed a little surprised and ridiculous: "Friend?" It seemed that the next word that popped out of his mouth was absurd.

Watson paused, remembering what the man said: "Well, he said he was your sworn enemy."

Sherlock suddenly turned his head and looked at Watson standing by the window: "He paid you to watch me?"

Watson nodded: "I refuse."

Sherlock turned his head back again.

"But speaking of it, that man is also very strange. He was still threatening me, but he seems to have withdrawn immediately after receiving some news... It seems to be some kind of woman..."

"SMS! Watson." Sherlock urged impatiently.

"However, you should accept it, we can share it equally, and there is no need to refuse stupidly." Sherlock said.

Watson, who was interrupted, sighed helplessly, no longer understanding Sherlock's brain circuit.

Shouldn't ordinary people be very angry when they hear this?

"Let's go." Sherlock suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

Watson was taken aback: "Where are you going?"

"Find the murderer."

Watson was surprised: "Do you know where the murderer is?"

Sherlock held up the dead man's cell phone which showed an incoming call.

"Isn't he flustered?" He picked up the windbreaker and went downstairs, and John hurriedly followed.

The night is getting darker.

Connie awoke in a drowsy sleep.

"how do you feel?"

Connie stared at McCoff's excited and gentle face, and was taken aback for a moment.

This kind of McCoff is really not used to it.

#And why does it feel like he is suddenly much older?Even the hairline is much higher...#

"Mycroft?" She spat out these three words with difficulty, feeling her throat tighten.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Remember the explosion?" Mycroft sat down beside you, Connie.

Connie thought about it, and remembered that strange woman.

"what happened?"

"You disappeared from the room suddenly, and then we found you in a small town on the edge of London. You were in a coma at that time, do you remember?"

Connie nodded: "I remember, I just felt black in front of my eyes and appeared on a bush with a strange girl on top of me."

Mycroft froze for a moment, remembering the blond girl the two riders had mentioned.

"Blonde?"

Connie nodded: "Yes, how is she now?"

Mycroft smiled and then turned serious: "I think, I have to explain the situation to you."

"You've been comatose for five full years. my dear."

"And, I'm really, really sorry."

Connie laughed: "Five years? Are you joking, Mycroft?"

She laughed dryly a few times, but Mycroft's face remained serious.Her face suddenly turned pale.

Mycroft took the mirror brought in by outsiders and placed it in front of Connie: "Look, you've grown up."

Connie stared blankly at herself in the mirror. It was exactly the same as in her previous life, but her face was very pale, so pale that she could almost see the bloodshot under the skin.

She tremblingly held the corner of Mycroft's clothes, and there was a weeping sound in her voice: "What's going on?"