[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Connie, who was relieved after making the phone call, looked at the golden wheat field and sighed. Her mobile phone was indeed in Sherlock's hands, so he must have seen the text message. To be honest, she is a little sad now—— How can she explain what happened last night?

The scene of her following along really made her feel a little scary.

After all, even from the perspective of the hospital's monitoring, she voluntarily followed that person, right?

But when it overflowed the hospital, it disappeared!

She scratched her head in distress, her eyes went dark, and a toy model fell from the sky.

"It hurts!" Connie picked up the little black horse model that hurt her head, and looked at Noah who was laughing wildly.

"It's so easy..." She grunted, holding the model and jumping up: "It's about to fall!"

She put her hand on the mouth of the well, with a surprised expression on her face—forgive that she can only get happiness from bullying children at this time.

The child Noah's face changed from complacent to angry: "How dare you!"

Connie looked at the wooden barrel at the mouth of the well, and put it in her hand: "Why don't I dare!?"

"you!"

#On how to shed tears in a second#

Reluctantly, she took out the model from the barrel, and she walked to Noah's side: "Here, return it to you, I'm just kidding you."

The model in her hand was snatched away, and Noah ran into the house with a whoosh. Connie looked at the awkward little boy and smiled helplessly.

Not far away came the sound of a dog barking, sometimes mixed with a human voice: "goodboy~keeplooking!"

Not just a dog, not just a person.

Thinking of something quickly, Connie rushed out with a stride, but her swollen knee was not strong enough, and she fell face-to-face on the ground again.

Grandma's really hurts ==

"Connie!? Are you okay?" Someone ran not far away, accompanied by the panting of police dogs.

She looked up: "It's okay..."

Why is the dog licking her?

When she saw the size of the police dog, her legs were so weak that she couldn't get up again.

#very scary#

#Police dog is scary#

#Face-to-face police dogs are really scary#

She sat up with a limp face, looked at this familiar police officer, and thought for a long time...

"Oh! It's Officer Eric, are you okay?"

Eric, who recognized Connie at a glance: "..."

He thought the little girl was frightened, but it turned out that she didn't recognize him.

"I'm fine, but you... I'll carry you back to the police car. It's a long distance, and you still have to tell us what happened last night." As one of the people who watched the video last night, He's also one of the rare people who thinks Connie isn't some sort of rambunctious brat.

"Oh." Connie thanked, and put her arms around Eric's neck - after all, it is very happy to have a handsome police uncle come to take you home when you are injured, although this handsome police uncle seems a little two……

"Next time, you can't run around."

"Hehe... Let me say goodbye to this family who helped me first."

Eric carried Connie into the house, Necka was washing fruit, Field and his son seemed to be in the room, Connie said goodbye to Becca, and Eric carried her out.

Originally, Connie wanted to ask about the car in the rye field, and whether they had found the man and Lestrade, of course—she was not going to say that it was Lestrade.

But curled up in Eric's arms, she fell asleep as soon as she felt at ease.

Gulu Gulu fell asleep, and when she woke up, she was back in the hospital.

It was still the same room, and it was still the same hospital bed.

It's all like a dream.

Connie licked her chapped lips, glanced at her knees wrapped in steamed buns, and twitched the corners of her lips.

She got up to ring the bell, but the door was already opened by the nurse.

"Is there anything children need?"

The expression on her face looked a little strange.

Connie licked her lips: "I want to drink water."

The nurse was so busy that she gave her a glass of warm water.

After drinking it in one sip, she felt refreshed.

"Where's the officer who brought me back? Eric?"

The little nurse hesitated for a moment: "He is going to handle the case. You are injured, just lie here and have a good rest. If you are bored, there are drawing books in the cabinet to read."

Connie nodded, seeing the nurse backed out with a big sigh of relief.Suddenly feel baffled, is she so scary?

The second hand was spinning in the silent room, something was wrong.

nothing is right...

She dawdled to get up and put on her slippers, but saw a red dot on the wall above her head—no, to be precise, it was the red light from the monitor.

She remembered that there were no monitors in this ward, right?And install monitors in the ward?

Are you not afraid of complaints from patients?

Moving to the door step by step, the nurse opened the door before her and came in.

Connie frowned and glanced at the monitor.

"What's the matter, Connie?"

She nodded: "Well, I want to go to the bathroom."

The nurse was in a dilemma for a while. If it wasn't for Connie's face, she thought the nurse would let her solve it directly in the room.

After coming back after a while, Connie observed the wards with their doors open and the nurses who looked at her strangely in twos and threes.

Why is this feeling of being in a mental hospital so strong?

But—"Why put a monitor in my ward?"

The nurse was obviously confused by her question.

"that is not……"

"Don't lie to me, I'm old enough to know it's a monitor."

"Oh...Because of your disappearance, the hospital has installed monitors in the wards to ensure the safety of the patients." The nurse's eyes were evasive.

"Oh really?"

"real."

"Then why are there no other wards, only my ward?"

"..."

"Okay, you can take a good rest, you are safe in the hospital, and we will take good care of you." The nurse's gentle smile somehow made Connie let go of her vigilance.

But she still finds it strange: "Can I make a phone call?"

She thought she needed to find Sherlock.

——In view of the fact that the unreliable parents all went on a romantic trip.

"Okay, then you follow me to the duty desk, but after making the phone call, you have to go back to the ward to take a good rest, you know?"

"Okay!" Connie replied with a little joy, letting go of most of the hesitation in her heart.

She dialed her own phone as usual, but was connected within three seconds.

"Connie." The first greeting over there warmed her heart, and she settled down surrounded by a sense of security.

"Well, Sherlock, it's me."

"What's wrong."

"It's nothing, just... where is Lestrade?" Connie suddenly thought of this.

She looked at the nurses around vigilantly and covered her mouth.

"At the police station, what's the matter?"

"He's back?!" Connie's tone was a little surprised, and she was immediately caught by Sherlock.

"Yes, you know he's gone?" The problem is that Connie can't know, that is, they met during the time they were out of the hospital.

Although Lestrade was not photographed on the monitor.

Connie responded, "Yes, he's in the car."

Sherlock remembered the trace on the edge of the wheat field, there was indeed a car there, and there were traces of three people coming out of it, but only two people came back in the end.

One of them turned out to be Lestrade—he thought he was familiar with the behavior of that sheep.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction, and opened them again for a moment: "Stay well in the hospital to recuperate."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Connie to respond.

Connie opened her mouth, heard the beeping sound from the other end of the phone, and hung up the phone after being slightly stunned.

After standing for a while, I still didn't pick up the phone to broadcast the second one, let my parents travel well.

Connie slowly moved back to the ward, with Sherlock's words, let's be a rice bug in the hospital.

When the nurse saw Connie returning to the ward with a calm face, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

221B on the other end of the phone is like a strong wind passing through the border at this moment.

"Sherlock, you know I can't interfere in this matter." Mycroft stood at the door with an umbrella, and the sky was fascinated by the drizzle.

Sherlock stood inside the door, and they were separated by a door, holding a cup of hot water with his slender fingers.

"I know. That's why I only want you to keep an eye on Connie."

"I know, I've already sent people to monitor the building day and night." Mycroft's expression at this time could be considered solemn, with a trace of pity in his expression.

Even if the origin is unknown, at least he is now sure that Connie Hudson is a harmless existence.

"Then what are you going to do?" He asked his younger brother back, he had never seen such an expression on his face.

#Recently, I can’t understand my younger brother more and more#

#Brother feels very sad#

The heat was dense, and his eyes were clear.

"I will help them," he said.

Mycroft looked surprised.

Help?

He never thought that word would come from the mouth of his own brother, Sherlock Holmes.

Although he does stupid things to help people from time to time.

But it never occurred to me to say it.

"After you've dealt with it, let's go home, just in case... I don't think Mom doesn't mind having another child, after all, she has always wanted to have a daughter." And Connie's character just hit the cuteness of his mother's adult. point.

Mycroft sighed.

Sherlock showed no expression.