[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

When Connie brought food to the hospital, Mary was still sleeping. The hospital was quiet and there was no one there. Mary was lying on the hospital bed, seeming to be in a deep sleep.

Connie distributed all the things on the small table, and the aroma of hot food was overflowing. They were all Chinese dishes that Mary had mentioned. Connie made many kinds, but the quantity was not much.

Amidst the soft fiddling, Connie heard a slight sound from the hospital bed. She took out her chopsticks and wiped them, arranged all the food on the small table, and then served it to the hospital bed.

After a while, Mary was almost awake.

"Are you awake? I made you some food, and it's still warming up." Connie smiled and helped her up, and handed her a pair of chopsticks.

She seemed a little confused. She looked at Connie with her eyes, took the chopsticks in her hand, and ate the food bite by bite, but the speed was a little hasty.

Seeing her eating quickly, Connie patted her on the shoulder and poured a glass of water: "Eat slowly, it's not without you."

Seeing her like this, Mary finally seemed unable to hold back: "Who are you?"

When the question came out, both of them froze.

Mary speaks English, but when she is alone with Connie, she always speaks Chinese, and from time to time there will be two bad tastes.

But the tone at this time was cold and alienated.

Connie's heart skipped a beat, and the uneasiness that had been suppressed at first expanded to the maximum in an instant.

"You don't know me?" Mary couldn't bear to answer her panicked face, but she finally nodded honestly.

"Yes, I don't know you."

Connie calmed down for a while before she calmed down: "Do you know what time it is?"

Mary spoke of a day, but it was years ago.

Connie fell into an ice cellar for a moment.

After staying for a long time, she finally recovered from Mary's worried eyes.

"I'm sorry." Connie took a step back and fled.

Seeing the little girl rushing out of the door, Mary's eyes flashed a little confusion, but more guilt. She didn't know why she had such emotions. After a pause, she looked at the food on the small table, feeling a little guilty Sour.

And Connie, after rushing out of the hospital gate, ran straight into the man walking out of the corner. He was dressed in black, obviously he didn't notice this sudden little thing, but after seeing the teary little face with his blue pupils under the sunglasses, Emerge a touch of gloom.

"Connie?" A deep and magnetic voice rang in her ears. Connie was taken aback for a moment, and looked up at the person who came by. Just as she was about to apologize, she saw him take off his sunglasses.

Connie: It's a blessing and a curse.

"Moriarty." She murmured, looked at him timidly, and took two steps back.

He looked a little irritable.

"Why are you here?"

"I'll come and see Mary." Connie thought about her sadness again, and Mary just left.

Moriarty's eyes tightened, watching Connie wipe away her tears, and asked sensitively, "What happened?"

There was something dangerous in his tone.

Connie didn't know how to explain, so she had to whisper: "She has amnesia, she doesn't remember everything."

Connie told the whole story and was still thinking about how to escape from Moriarty, but he disappeared in front of her eyes.

Connie looked back for a moment, seeing him running wildly, a little stunned: What happened? ? ?

Seeing the figure disappear around the corner, Connie took a deep breath, and directly called a taxi back to 221B.

When Sherlock woke up, Connie had arrived at the hospital. It was rare for him to sleep so "not early". John was telling him about the injustice he suffered psychologically, trying to make Sherlock feel sad for a moment, but the real boyfriend obviously Not affected at all.

And when he finished washing up and was about to go to the hospital to pick up Connie, she had already rushed into the house and rushed into his arms.

"She's gone." Connie complained sadly to Sherlock, but there was a silent smile on his lips.

This scene fell into John's eyes, and it was very weird.

"Who's gone?" John asked.

"Mary..." Connie cried, but John turned around and rushed out the door. Connie raised her head, faced Sherlock's expressionless face, and moaned, "She should have left last night."

"Yeah." He responded softly, stretched out his palm and rubbed gently on the top of her head, "It's okay, you still have me."

The serious horse's face was earnest, but he could vaguely see a bit of relief, and the light in his eyes seemed to be secretly delighted.

Connie: "..." She always feels that something is wrong? !

Wiping her tears, Connie stared at Sherlock suspiciously: "Are you happy?"

Sherlock shook his head seriously and solemnly: "Of course not."

"But I hope you can rest assured that she will always go home." He comforted Connie softly, sat on the sofa with her in his arms, and embraced her in his arms. The double walls surrounded her, bringing sense of security.

Connie's beating heart gradually calmed down, but she was still depressed.

After that, John went to the hospital every day, but Connie never went to the hospital again, even though she would make healthy meals for John to take there every day.

After staying at home for three days, Connie finally figured it out and let go of this missed opportunity.

Sherlock took on a new case, but he always came back for dinner on time, although he was still running around during the day, busier than John who had to work-yes, John found a new job and started working at nine In his five-year life, he gradually retreated from Sherlock's half assistant to his half roommate.

Connie was much relieved by the comparison. After all, Sherlock, who had been away from home all day long after starting a case, had developed a good routine of going home for dinner and going to bed on time.

Connie always felt that he might be a bit reluctant, after all, the habits of many years cannot be changed in a flash, not to mention that he is a purebred night owl.

But after a few days of observation, he seemed to be adapting well, and Connie didn't bother about it anymore, and the peaceful little days continued until a certain night, the day when John and Mary announced their official relationship.

"Well, I have something to announce here today. That is, Mary has agreed to my pursuit." John glanced at Connie secretly, as if he was afraid that she would be unhappy.

Connie, however, recalls John's true destiny like a divine help...

"Wait, Mary?" Connie murmured softly, looking at the happy Mary, she couldn't help creeping into Sherlock's ear, "This Mary, is a secret agent?"

Sherlock glanced at her unexpectedly first, then nodded and said, "No accident?"

Oh buy ga!

Connie opened her mouth in surprise, but apparently that wasn't the thing that surprised her the most.

Ten minutes later, 10B was caught in a hail of bullets.

Moriarty rushed in with a group of armed men and took Mary away. Everyone looked at Connie, obviously everyone thought that Moriarty's target was Connie.

No one thought it would be Mary, and Connie remembered Moriarty's gaffe at the hospital gate that day... Wait, it wouldn't be what she thought, would it?

Connie was dumbfounded.

"What the hell?! Who can explain the current situation to me!!" John roared, and the whole person fell into a state of bewilderment and rage.

Sherlock understood: "He likes Mary?"

Although it was a rhetorical question, there was a strong sense of certainty.

John only felt that the top of his head was torn off, and Connie knew what Sherlock meant, and that was exactly what she was thinking now.

The next second, Mycroft's call came as scheduled.

The stretched black car was parked outside the door, and the three of them were stuffed into the car, all the way to the private airport.

"Where is this going?" Connie looked at the cold-faced man in black and asked Sherlock quietly.

Kissing her boyfriend with confidence, he sat in the back seat with his arms around Connie, and said in a relaxed tone, "Moriarty hijacked the missile, I think you will see your old friend soon."

Connie thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't think of any connection between the old friend and the missile, but the big boss was still abnormally arrogant. At this time, I am afraid that the whole of Britain will have a headache.

And the old friend Sherlock mentioned, Connie was also found in an abandoned castle on the hillside.

Genius Squad.

"What's going on here?" Toby and the others were thrown off the plane, obviously still awake, and they were looking unhappy at this moment.

But happy, who saw Connie, came up to hug her with a happy face. Connie smiled and hugged everyone, and then McCoff began to "seriously debut"...

"Okay, gentlemen, I want to gather you together in the middle of the night. There must be a big event that requires your cooperation." Mycroft still likes to speak in an official tone.

This time, before Sherlock opened his mouth to sarcasm, the genius team who was more straightforward than him had already started to slap back one by one.

Important officials of the British government began to make silent eye contact with elite agents across the United States.

Connie: "??? Didn't you say it was urgent?"

"Ahem." Mycroft coughed softly, "The thing is like this..."

After listening to the whole process, Connie was the first to get to the point.

To put it simply, Mary, that is, Baobao Chen, is gone, and Moriarty wants to capture her back, so he uses missiles to force the government to find the smartest people to build a space-time machine.

The idea is very good, but with the current technology, no genius can create it.

But everyone can only try, because Mary is still in his hands, and the lives of people all over the world are still in his, Moriarty's hands.

The big boss, this is true love for the little friends!