[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Connie was isolated.

But in less than half a day, she was isolated by the children in the basement. No one talked to her, so she could only shrink in a corner by herself.

Because when Amy went back to the basement again, she asked a dangerous sentence: "You look a bit like that woman." God knows that Connie is already very polite, and there is no more than a little bit of resemblance.

Perhaps in the eyes of Westerners, Easterners all look the same. As a true Easterner, these things are more obvious, not to mention that in the far East, there is something called Shen Yun.

When Amy laughed, she really looked like that woman.

However, this question obviously angered the little leader.

After a few words of provocation, a group of children had already started to reject her.

"Amy is very kind to us and always brings us bread, you are so annoying!"

"Yes! Don't bully Amy!"

The accusations one after another only made Connie more sure that her guess was right.

It's just that she didn't always carry out her low-key demeanor - if she didn't fight back at this time, I'm afraid she would be the first to be pulled out and chopped.

"Yeah, so tell me, if you've been here for a long time, why don't you smell at all? I can even smell the shower gel, but they all... have the smell. You You should have arrived here very early, right? And the bread you bring back every time, why only you can go out and come back with bread every time? Others never have? Where did your bread come from? You It can't be stolen, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the roars of cursing one after another in the audience quieted down.

Amy's face turned red, and tears welled up from the corners of her eyes: "You need to know where this bread came from? I traded it for being beaten! Can you do it!?"

Connie had to admit that this little girl was really good at acting, and tears came whenever she said it.

There was still an eerie silence in the room.

Connie smiled coldly: "Really, after a beating, not only can I give you bread, but you can also give you a bath? There are also injuries on your body!" Connie stepped forward and rubbed her ankle hard with her hand. bruises.

"Your injury is also fake..." The questioning stopped abruptly, and Connie's eyes showed a trace of surprise.

The bruise on the ankle is still there.

She raised her head and looked into her treacherous eyes, with a hint of a smile in them.

This is a new injury.

Connie took a step back in horror, looking at this girl who could be cruel to herself, she felt a chill in her heart.

She must have noticed her defense a long time ago, so she ran out on purpose to get beaten!

In Connie's slightly terrified eyes, Amy's eyes showed a smug smile, showing her arms and thighs, and looked at Connie crying: "What are you doing, isn't it enough to see me being beaten? I see, You are on the same team as them!"

A thief is always the first to bite back.

Connie looked at the basin of dirty water she poured over, and those who looked over with suspicious and hateful eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

She felt that she was not only playing off, but also being played off.

However, this group of people still hasn't rushed up to beat her up.

Connie's wounded appearance was a little scary, and the group of skinny children had no strength, so Connie did not encounter the scene of a mob attacking her.

"Hmph, you can't beat me, kitty." Amy's snake-like cold voice sounded in Connie's ear.

In the blink of an eye, she saw a smug pleasure in her half-opened eyes.

"Even if I can't beat you, someone will come to save me." Connie said indifferently, all the panic and coldness in her heart turned into full determination at this moment.

"Oh? So sure? But you disappeared for so long, and no one came to save you!" She asked Connie to look up with a contemptuous tone.

"Disappeared for so long? How do you know, I've only been here for a few hours. School hasn't even finished yet." The ridicule this time was made by Connie, who looked at Ai with a playful look. rice.

It pissed her off almost instantly.

Connie smiled and looked at her confidently. Since she wanted to act weak, she wouldn't do anything to her, right?

Sure enough, she endured it and looked at Connie with even more cruel eyes.

"After tomorrow, you will feel better. How proud you are when I see it!" With contempt and sympathy, she glanced at Connie one last time, got up and walked among another group of children.

With a friendly smile, it seemed like a different person all of a sudden.

Connie curled her lips, worried about the IQ of these little kids.

At least she was kidnapped. This little girl smiled like she was on vacation. Didn't anyone really feel that something was wrong?

But, she said tomorrow?

What's going on tomorrow?Any big moves?

Connie frowned, sitting alone on the straw pile, leaning against the wall and thinking.

It was late at night, and after staying in the room all day, Connie shrank to the wall next to the window without knowing it.

Hungry, enduring the severe cold, his face and body were as stiff as ice.

Numb to no longer feel.

But her mind has been moving, and it's not like she didn't get up to do exercise during the period. She probably had a slight concussion because of the fall, and her eyes were black when she stood up.

But walking around obviously annoyed these little kids, and in the end they could only spread a little straw on their thin pajamas.

After thinking about it for a day, although she didn't know what the specific action was, Connie still managed to figure it out with her little head.

There are so many children, nearly 30, and it is generally impossible to "process" them tomorrow.

According to the current inferences, the abduction and trafficking of children is for trafficking, and this trafficking is divided into two types, one is the sale of organs, and the other is the direct sale of people. According to Amy's leaked situation, it should be Selling people, and a large number of children, are dealt with together.

Who in London has the ability to admit so many children at once?It can only be some underworld organizations, and they are large-scale underworld organizations whose status and influence cannot be underestimated.

The reason for rushing to deal with these children must be because of Sherlock's investigation, which made Edward and his wife wary...

There are good and bad things. Connie doesn't know what underworld organizations exist in London. As for the boss, she only knows one Moriarty, and he is not local.

The moonlight shone into the basement, and Connie gritted her teeth and thought of other ways.

I don't know when Sherlock will find her, should she leave some clues?In this way, even if she was really sold to the underworld organization, Lestrade and the others would still have something to look for.

Just as she was looking for a place to leave traces, there was the sound of footsteps. Connie was startled, and saw Edward who opened the iron gate.

He covered his face without saying a word, pulled Connie and Amy out of the dungeon.

Sure enough, Connie received Amy's more vicious gaze.

"Father, what did you bring her out for?" She called out sweetly as soon as she got out of the cell.

Although Connie was not surprised by their relationship, she was obviously a little surprised by Amy's attitude.

"You go in first and get ready." Connie looked suspiciously at Amy who gave her a glare, then turned and walked into the room.

Oncoming was Edward's big hand, which grabbed her hair.

"It's such a pity to dye such black hair in another color." He grabbed Connie's hair with a look of admiration and regret, which made Connie's skin crawl. A large area died.

"What are you going to do?" She looked at Edward vigilantly, and greeted him with a wild smile, as if she was pleased by her expression.

"Heh, what am I going to do? Of course...to take you away!" He laughed wildly, picked up Connie with his right hand, and tied her to the chair.

And blindfolded her.

There was a cold touch on the top of the head.

What is this for?Didn't you say hair dye?Don't want to shave her! !

"What are you doing!?" She roared, but the coldness on the top of her head was getting bigger and bigger, and Connie could almost feel the cool wind blowing over her head.

She's... bald! ?

"No!" she screamed loudly.

Fear filled her entire head, almost drowning her throat.

His cheerful laugh grew louder.

The bottom of his heart was desolate, and Connie began to cry a little self-defeating. Although it was silent, the tears obviously made him more happy.

In the dark grass, there was a movement. Edward looked over there vigilantly, but he didn't see any shadow.

Turning his head again, he saw a pair of flaxen green pupils, different from those as black as sesame seeds, his eyes glowed with a strange blue light, which looked especially evil under the moonlight.

And his indifferent expression remained unchanged.

Without even a muffled grunt, he fell straight down.

Looking at the electric shock device in his hand, Sherlock frowned severely.

Connie heard the electric shock.

This is to shaved her and still electric her?

Imagining myself with a protruding bald head covered with bloody skin from the electric shock, I was suddenly overwhelmed with fear.

When people are scared to the extreme, they don't care about it.

So was Connie at the moment.

Just imagining that scene made her feel more terrible than death.

Left and right are dead...

"Fuck you, you pervert, you are more perverted than yourself when you have a child! You are ugly and scary, and you know that you will arrest children and torture them every day if your heart is unhealthy. One day, you will die badly." I can tell you! I have people who are both black and white! Moriarty knows it! That is my... admirer! If you dare to touch me, I promise, he will cut you to pieces and take you away Hey dog! And Sherlock! He is an out-and-out humanoid killer. I am his assistant, and he protects his own people the most! If you touch me, he will definitely chase you to the ends of the earth! And my father, he is the boss of the West District, and I am the young master of the West District, a flower, you old bastard, let me go quickly, I might be merciful and save you a way out!" He finished shouting breathlessly For a while, even Connie herself was able to react and say something.

But obviously it worked, and there was no movement behind him.

Connie was overjoyed, could she have been bluffed by her?

"You know you're afraid, so hurry up and untie my rope."

The person behind him actually untied the rope.

Connie was so flattered that the black cloth from her eyes was ripped off as soon as the rope was released.

snort!Let's see how she teaches this lesson...

"..." (?ω??)! ! !

"Moriarty? Your admirer?"

"..." ╭(°A°`)╮

"An out-and-out humanoid killer?"

"..." She can explain it! (っ??╭╮??)っ

"A flower, the young master of the western district? Hmm~?"

ヽ(._°)ノ Tonight, she will take care of it.