[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Sherlock! I can explain it!" Connie ran to Sherlock's side without tears, pulled his clothes and almost knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

"Stop..." A big hand suddenly hit Connie's ankle.

"Ah!" She exclaimed, and kicked Edward's front teeth.

"Pain..." Two muffled groans sounded at the same time.

Connie hugged her feet, looked at Edward who was screaming in pain, grabbed the electric shock device that Sherlock threw on the grass, and pressed it on Edward.

Just in case, she charged a few more times.

Seeing that he had passed out completely unconscious, Connie was relieved.

It was only when the cold wind blew that she realized her current situation.

"..." Sherlock looked at Connie who was squatting on the ground about to roll her back and forth, and finally couldn't bear to ask the question with a cold expression.

"What are you going to do?" Although he didn't have sympathy for such a waste of head space, he always felt that this criminal could arouse a little bit of pity in him - if he had any.

"Take off his clothes..."

"..."

"I'm so cold, I haven't eaten all day, and I was thrown around by them..." Connie said resentfully, her eyes suddenly went dark.

"what?"

"Put it on. That's proof, stupid human being." His mocking voice came from overhead.

Connie groped out of the darkness and saw his coat covering her head.

"Okay, thank you!" Connie was really cold, but she heard Sherlock said that Edward's clothes were evidence, and it seemed inappropriate to pull them off, so she wrapped her clothes and wrapped herself into a group.

The clothes were too long and dragged to the ground, Connie simply stepped on the hem of the clothes, and moved to Sherlock step by step: "Sherlock, it turned out that the people who arrested me were a couple I accidentally saw at that time. They were locked up in the basement." We have a lot of children, and we will be sold tomorrow." After talking about her situation, she suddenly looked around: "Huh? What about Lestrade and the others? Why don't you see anyone?"

"They're on their way. They're almost there." Sherlock took out the phone in the pocket on Connie's right hand, looked at the watch on her wrist, and then took out two chocolate bars from the pocket on the other side, and stuffed them Root into Connie's mouth.

"...The packaging bag has not been torn ==."

He stuffed another one in: "Do it yourself."

Connie reluctantly took out two chocolate bars and began to gobble them up.

"I'm really starving to death... Ai's family is about to ascend to heaven, gurgling gurgling..." Connie began to read in bits and pieces in her native dialect while eating.

After eating the last bite, he licked his mouth with unsatisfied desire.

I just had two in my pocket.

She licked her thirsty mouth and looked at Sherlock: "There is a woman and a child in the room, why don't we sneak in and subdue them first?"

Sherlock glanced at her.

It seemed to Connie that he was whitewashing her.

Oh no, this must be her illusion.

"What's the use of having Lestrade?" he said, and stood where he was again.

Three minutes later, Connie sat directly on Edward's chest, shrinking herself into a ball.

The alarm bell rang at 3 minutes and 50 seconds, and with the lights not far away, ten police cars stopped not far away.

"Hold up your hands!" Lestrade's roar was full of spirit.

"You're 2 minutes and 55 seconds late, Lestrade." Sherlock said blankly, and the nearest figure immediately put away his gun.

"It was you, Sherlock. I got there as fast as I could!"

Connie finally got a little excited, and stood up suddenly, probably accidentally stepped on Edward, and he seemed to be waking up again.

"Officer Lestrade, you are finally here! Hurry up and tie up the uncle who kidnapped me. Also, there are his wife and daughter in the house. They are also accomplices, and they also arrested a lot of children in the basement for sale. !” Connie exclaimed in surprise.

Lestrade's eyes lit up when he saw Connie: "Connie!?"

"Quick! Bring a medical stretcher!" Probably the injury on the head was scary, the blood dried up and remained on Connie's head, plus her pale face and bruised lips, she seemed to have suffered a lot His appearance was very haggard, and Lestrade was startled.

"..." It was just Connie who was starving.

Although she probably had a mild concussion earlier.

But now her only feeling is cold and hungry.

Before she could resist, Connie was crushed on the shoulder pole, got into the accompanying ambulance, and drove away.

To her surprise, Sherlock followed her into the ambulance.

"Sherlock, don't you want to stay there to help the police officer?" In view of her previous remarks, she was still a little embarrassed at this time.

Sherlock had put his own coat back on, and Connie sat beside him under the blanket, watching the drips.

"I can't be used." The intention was that if I were used, they would be able to go home and grow sweet potatoes together, which was easily conveyed by him.

It's a pity that Connie, who was blood-deprived and hypoxic, couldn't get his deep meaning at this time.

"..." I don't need you here.

Embarrassed, Connie felt that it was better for her to swallow the words and continue to live.

"Thank you." Finally, she blushed and thanked her.

Sherlock saved her, and she scolded him... Although she was actually praising the humanoid killer, but Sherlock shouldn't be happy, right?

He stared blankly at her.

"Why don't you say you're welcome?" Oh my God!She must be suffering from cerebral hemorrhage and hypoxia!How did she say such words?

"Anyway, we have to continue to save in the future." His eyes, which had been blank all the time, suddenly became turbulent.

"...Don't curse me." Connie blushed angrily.

"You're welcome."

"..." Let her go!She wants to kill this sin!

A smile flashed by, he changed his sitting position, adjusted his neck, and continued to watch the drip.

The medical staff looked at this scene, secretly pursed their lips and rolled their eyes.

These days, no matter how many quarrels, the car is full of pink bubbles... Could it be that he has been single for many years and has too much resentment?

The ambulance rushed to the hospital quickly. After a general examination, she got the results of a slight concussion and mild frostbite, but there was nothing wrong with the rest.

Just keep it for a few days.

After Connie was gently carried by the sister nurse to take a bath, she shrank into the bed with a satisfied face.

She needs a good night's sleep!

When Sherlock came back from the hospitalization procedures, what he saw was her snoring and sleeping dead, with only one pair of eyes exposed, and the rest were all wrapped in quilts, which looked like a ball from a distance.

The room was well heated, so he adjusted the air conditioner to the breeze position, turned on the noise to the minimum, poured another glass of water and placed it next to the bed.

This sleep was really the most satisfying sleep Connie had ever had.

I was kidnapped by Moriarty before, and after returning to London, I have been preparing for the exam, and I didn’t get enough sleep every day. After the exam, my nerves just relaxed a little, and I was kidnapped. I was cold, hungry and sleepy But she didn't dare to really fall asleep, for fear of being transported to some hell place.

She was rescued by Sherlock now, and she felt a sense of security in the heated private ward of the hospital.

As soon as she woke up, she stretched her waist contentedly.

When she got out of bed, her stomach was already croaking.

"Drink porridge."

The steaming porridge was placed next to the bedside table. Connie's saliva rolled down when she smelled the aroma.

"Thank you." Connie thanked, and began to eat after serving the porridge.

"I've slept for so long?" She counted with her fingers, "Nineteen hours!"

"Two days and nineteen hours." Accompanied by the sound of his tapping on the phone, there was no rush.

"Ahem! What?" Connie was dumbfounded, and looked at the ten o'clock displayed on the alarm clock.

Sherlock glanced at her, but didn't reply.

Connie silently counted the days: "...so I start school tomorrow!"

"Yeah." He glanced at Connie again, paused and said, "I got No.2 in the entrance exam, which is pretty good."

Connie wasn't stunned by his rare compliment.

After all, this is not the first time she has been praised by Sherlock~

【Smug face d=====(￣▽￣*)b】

Sherlock swept across her smug smile expressionlessly, the corners of his mouth slightly paused, and slightly raised.

"Then let's leave the hospital today! I'm so sorry for you, Sherlock." Two days and nineteen hours, she felt as if she had wasted the entire time in London...

"You're welcome."

"Where are Mrs. Hudson and Mr. Henry?"

"They guarded you for two days and went back to sleep."

"..." Hehe, I am my own passionate self.

"Let's go." He threw over a coat and a new pair of snow boots.

Just the size of Connie.

The clothes she was wearing were no longer hospital gowns, and Mrs. Hudson probably helped her change them.

Connie put on her coat and warm snow boots, and sighed contentedly.

"Have you completed the hospitalization procedures?" Sherlock is really amazing!

"No, just leave this kind of trivial matter to Mycroft." He said indifferently.

Connie exclaimed: "Lord McCoff is here too!" Government officials came to discharge her from the hospital?This is not so good!

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Macrof... Your Excellency?" His slightly narrowed eyelids made Connie clearly feel his displeasure.

"Hehe... I mean... Mycroft came to help me too. It's really troublesome for him. But why don't we wait for him?"

"No, he's in Africa for a meeting now."

"Oh..." Connie nodded, and suddenly stopped, understanding: "Wait... Sherlock, you should know that you have to go through the discharge procedures before you can be discharged from the hospital, right?"

He bowed his head: "What's important about the order?"

"Of course the order is important!"

"Anyway, the money has been given, and no one will care about an extra bed."

"..." She was speechless.

"In that case, I'll do it myself, soon." As soon as she finished speaking, Sherlock's cell phone rang.

Mycroft's voice came over the phone.

Sherlock turned on the speakerphone, and Connie was flattered to accept Mycroft's concerned greeting.

Of course, the procedures for discharge from the hospital are just a phone call away.

Except, it was a call from Mycroft.

For this reason, Connie almost became the hospital mascot left behind by the dean.

However, her flattered attitude seemed to please Sherlock.

"You don't need to be so polite to Mycroft." Connie listened to Sherlock's words, but she looked satisfied, and she really couldn't figure out his heart...

The strangest thing is that he kept typing on his mobile phone along the way.

When the two got into the taxi, he put away his cell phone and started chatting with Connie without saying a word.

At this time, I have to mention that she has cultivated to a near-perfect perception of words and expressions, and her ability to adapt to external conversations~

#After all, there is a 'Wangnianjia' who is too high in IQ to change the style of painting every minute#

#No money, no talent, no looks, no family background, she can only rely on her brain to take care of it#

#常感觉She bears the virtuous Shude that she shouldn’t bear at this age#