[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Speaking of which, when Mycroft and John Cope began to have a years-long grievance with Connie as the axis, Sherlock took Connie out, got in a taxi and went straight to the police station.

But before going out, Sherlock deliberately spent 10 minutes wrapping Connie into rice dumplings.

At first, Connie thought she was going to find the sadistic queen, but she remembered that Sherlock had never accepted McCoff's proposal, so now she was going to the police station to see the corpse?

Sitting quietly in the taxi, Connie stared at the bustling traffic outside the window and became dazed.

"Five dollars a cup, you deserve it!" As soon as she got out of the taxi, Connie heard a hawk, and in a blink of an eye she saw a small stall selling in the park. The aroma of coffee spread over, making her feel very familiar.

Looking at the past again, all I saw was a back with long hair fluttering.

I don't know if it's the coffee Shih Tzu or the shadow killer?

This idea flashed through Connie's mind, but Sherlock's "keep up" made her completely forget the urge to explore.

Once in the police station, Sherlock went straight to the underground storage room.

Connie ran up after Xiao, saw him open the door, followed into the cold room, and saw a dead body in the middle, half of the white cloth was being lifted from the dead body at this time, when Connie looked up, Saw a patch of thick chest hair...spicy eyes.

After a pause, Connie saw that there was no place to sit in the room, so she silently walked to Sherlock's side.

"..." In silence, Sherlock looked at the corpse for a while.

Connie looked around in a blink of an eye, and saw that Sherlock was working hard, silently took out his phone and turned it on silent, and started playing Doudizhu.

"Come on, go up and tell Lestrade." Sherlock had already covered the white cloth at some point, looked at Connie and said lightly, Connie nodded, and his men threw the last king bomb out, looking at the silver coin From 29998 to 30000, the corners of his lips were raised with joy.

"What do you see?" the two walked out of the room, Connie asked, following Sherlock, who was not in such a hurry at the beginning.

"Museum staff murdered over a £3000 billion fake painting, and Jasmine is missing," he said in a burst of rapid-fire speech.

Connie was stunned, and the first word that came to her ears was the "3000" in units of billions. Just as she was about to gasp, she heard that this man was murdered. I heard the last sentence.

#One breath almost can't come up#

#Just Die at the Staircase#

Connie's face was flushed, and she took a while to cry out in a low voice: "Jasmine is missing!"

She nearly choked on her own saliva.

Connie coughed twice unexpectedly, and suddenly covered her back with a pair of big hands, patting gently: "careful", although her tone was light, she could still hear the concern inside.

Connie looked up and looked into Sherlock's eyes still lost in thought: "Shouldn't we notify Lestrade immediately!? You said that Jasmine is missing, what is going on? Is it Moriarty?"

"No, he wouldn't do something so obvious." Stupid and clumsy.

Upstairs, the bell of the police car suddenly sounded, followed by the sound of pattering footsteps coming down the stairs. As soon as the two looked up, they saw Lestrade hurried in from the door. As soon as he saw Xia Locke immediately seemed to see a savior, but when he saw Connie, he froze for a moment, with a bit of shame in his eyes that couldn't be concealed.

Sherlock saw through his guilt without moving an eyelid.

Glancing at Connie next to her, Sherlock lost a step.

"Follow me," he said quietly.

Sherlock's expression as if he was protecting the chicken fell into Lestrade's eyes, which immediately made him feel more guilty. He turned his head anxiously, and finally gave up on whether he should think carefully. I told Sherlock all about my thoughts.

"Jasmine was taken away by Moriarty. We found out that she came to 221B yesterday..."

"I know, he's Moriarty." Sherlock said without raising his eyelids.

Hearing this, Lestrade was taken aback for a moment: "I know? Then why didn't you say it?"

But before Sherlock could reply, he waved his hand: "It's not important, what's important is that he has captured Jasmine now." Lestrade said and handed over the phone, on which was a photo, Connie He nodded his toes and took a look, then gasped.

It was Jasmine sitting on a wooden chair, being tied up with ropes. In the photo, Jasmine was tied with a lot of explosives, and the bright red number on it showed that there were only 24 hours left.

"This is a photo sent an hour ago." Lestrade said in a deep voice.

That's only 23 hours left.

Connie covered her mouth, and Sherlock looked at Lestrade mockingly: "Then how do you know it's Moriarty?"

"Sherlock, it's me. Long time no see~ I'll give you 24 hours to return Connie to me, otherwise." It was indeed Moriarty's voice in the recording.

After the recording was played, many police officers around witnessed all this, and Connie stared at the mobile phone dumbfounded.

It was indeed Moriarty's voice.

#However, what is "give me back Connie?"#

"Hmph. Freaks are freaks. Not only do they get together, but now even murderers are involved. You don't look like a good little girl, but you are quite attractive to these perverts." the sound of.

Connie looked over and saw a black-skinned Sally with a gloating expression on her waist.

#This is so frustrating#

Sherlock also looked upset, but it was clearly not Sally's fault.

"Give me the phone." He waved his hand, and Lestrade hurriedly handed over the phone.

It's just a picture, it's hard to see anything from it.

But the person looking at the photo is Sherlock Holmes.

"How?" Lestrade asked anxiously.

Sherlock handed the phone back, and was the first to look back at Connie: "Now go back to the apartment immediately and stay with John."

Connie nodded blankly, then saw him turn to Lestrade and said, "Please take her home, thank you."

This sentence stunned Lestrade.

#I have never seen Sherlock speak to me so politely#

#Simply 1 people are not used to it! #

Lestrade nodded quickly: "I see, what about you?"

Sherlock froze, did not speak, untied the scarf around his neck, put it around Connie's neck, turned around and left the police station.

"Hmph, mysterious, what's so amazing..." Sally snorted not to be outdone.

Connie glanced at her, sighed and acted as if she couldn't see it anymore. Getting angry with such a person really feels like a waste of life...

"Then I'll trouble you, Lestrade." It's not a big problem for Connie to go home by herself, but now that the big boss calls her by name, she has to be careful.

#The person who died once#

#It is to cherish life exceptionally~#

"Wait, just send her back like this? What about Jasmine?" Seeing this, Sally stopped the two who were about to leave.

She seemed to be more fond of Jasmine than Connie.

Lestrade pulled Sally's hand away: "Sherlock will rescue her."

Lestrade had never doubted this.

Sally glared at Connie, but she didn't continue to stop her after all. The two went outside and got into the police car. Connie was sitting in the passenger cab, and she heard a loud "cuckoo" before she put on her seat belt. .

"..."

"..."

"You didn't eat?"

Lestrade: "Eat."

"Cuckoo..."

"Cuckoo..."

Connie: "..."

Lestrade: "..."

Connie: "There are stalls over there, why don't you go buy some to pad your stomach?"

The voice was urgent and powerful, and Connie felt a little embarrassed when she heard it. Lestrade looked over hesitantly: "I'll wait for you in the car, it's all right."

Why don't you just take two steps to buy a snack, and there's no one queuing up now, so what's the problem?

In this regard, Connie expressed deep regret afterwards.

#flag is not what you want to set up, you can set up as soon as you want...#

Beside the open window, unexpectedly put a hand on Connie's mouth and nose.

Taking a breath of sour air out of nowhere, Connie stared at her eyes——however, after five years in the hospital bed, she had a relatively strong resistance to basic drugs, so her big mouthful Being angry, it didn't work for her, she struggled to tear off the cloth, just as she was about to shout, the back of her neck hurt!

I would have pretended to be dizzy if I knew it earlier!

One second before she fell into a coma, Connie cursed herself secretly.

The world suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Sherlock...leave me alone! Hurry up and go!" Connie gradually regained her consciousness from a coma. With her eyes still closed, she vaguely heard a woman's voice.

Sound familiar?

Connie moved her nose, she felt warm all over her body, but she didn't know where it was...

With a "boom", the memory of the last second before she fell unconscious, Connie suddenly opened her eyes wide, and saw Jasmine who was also tied up in front of her.

Connie suddenly paled in shock.

Could it be that she was kidnapped by Moriarty?

After moving her body and finding that her whole body was free, Connie stood up excitedly, but she was taken aback by where her gaze passed.

The author has something to say: Sherlock: Humph!Moriarty didn't think he would do such a stupid thing!

Moriarty: Papa papa, that hit you in the face!

Connie: What does this have to do with me?

Watson kowtowed a bag of melon seeds silently, still wanting to say, "All of this has something to do with you~"

Connie: No, I won't take the blame :)