[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

The hot air rises in the mouth, and the dry touch gradually wakes people up from deep sleep.

In the darkness, the flaxen pupils were like sharp needles, scanning the sleeping face inch by inch.

The slender hands are like white jade, covering the reddish cheeks, elegant and gentle.

A moment later, a faint icy touch touched his cheeks.

"Hmm..." The person on the bed snorted softly, and turned his cheek slightly, but the icy cold followed him, turned over, and the little girl shrank into a ball under the blanket, leaving only a few strands of hair in the air. In the middle of the night, I was exposed to the coldness of this midnight.

Despite the air conditioning in the room, Connie flinched when she got out of bed.

The sky was still gloomy, she got up and turned on the desk lamp, only to see the door with a gap in the blink of an eye.

Like thunder and thunderbolts, the remaining drowsiness was immediately emptied at this moment, accompanied by endless panic.

In an instant, her face changed from slightly red to pale as snow.

Before she went to bed, she obviously locked the door.

Glancing at the alarm clock on the wall, 4.44.

Taking a tight breath, she stared at the second hand of the clock from 9 to 12.

London time, at 12:12 am on December 4th, exactly.

The whole body is like falling into a cellar of ice.

This is a dream...

so weird...

She turned stiffly to the door, got up and walked towards it.

"Squeak", the runner made a crackling sound.

The lights in the corridor went out, leaving only a small desk lamp in the duty station.

And her ward is located in the westernmost one, at least seven or eight rooms away from the duty desk in the center.

She wanted to ask.

The phrase "Is anyone there?" seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't ask, and the resulting fear doubled.

After a while of silence, Connie still didn't dare to take a step. She locked the door and turned on all the light switches in the room.

The bright light illuminated the whole room for an instant, as if most of the fear had been dispelled.

She quietly sat back on the bed, waiting for the sunrise to come.

There was a mobile phone on the bedside table, she took it and flicked it in her hand, clicked on the messages in the mailbox, and read them one by one, Mrs. Hudson's, Hoh Xil's... Sherlock's.

The fear in my heart is lingering.

This is how she is used to it. Even in 221b, it took her a long time to get used to it. Outside, even if this is a hospital, she still subconsciously locks the door when she sleeps.

But she had told Amanda before that she would have the key if she wanted to check the room, so she locked the door with peace of mind.

As a child, it is always understandable to feel insecure.

But Amanda checked the room, she wouldn't close the door, right?

Can't say anything, Connie just felt fear intuitively, her mind was uncontrollably free to play, her imagination was squeezing her heart.

Reason is constantly comforting himself.

What are you thinking, maybe you just forgot to close the door...

Connie shrank back into the bed, her beating heart slowed down slightly, but the phone "jingled" and turned off automatically at this time.

≧﹏≦Why didn't she make a phone call just now! ?

Who to call?

What's the big deal!

She is so scared! ! !

She huddled under the quilt, wrapped herself into a ball, and stared at the door without daring to turn her eyes away.

"... Kacha, Kacha." The sound of the doorknob turning.

Pretend to be asleep or fight back?

hide?

She looked under the bed, then at the cabinet next to the bed... No, the rhythm of hanging in seconds.

The rotation outside the door became extremely fast, then stopped, and then there was a small sound.

!

Pick the lock!

That person is back?

Someone really stole into her room! ?

With a big head, Connie didn't have time to think, she turned around and opened the window directly.

The cold wind hit her face with a "swish", making her teeth chatter from the cold.

On the second floor, there is grass below, so you shouldn't be able to fall to your death.

During the battle between heaven and man, the door lock "squeaked" and was opened.

Connie's heart skipped a beat, and she stood by the window.

The person outside opened the door and saw the precarious figure by the window, raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little surprised by the scene before him.

"Connie?" The familiar voice was elegant and magnetic.

Like a savior.

Connie froze, looking back, the familiar eyebrows and eyes were showing doubts.

Sherlock.

When it faded, she almost fell down.

Fortunately, he quickly grabbed the railing by the window.

"... Xia... Sherlock. Can you help me?" She was about to cry.

"why?"

"My legs are weak..."

"..."

According to Sherlock Holmes, children and women have always been the most innocent and incomprehensible species in the world.

And Connie Hudson undoubtedly combined the characteristics of these two species, and then evolved with her own characteristics.

Her mind simply puzzled him.

Confused.

Oh, the word would one day be applied to himself.

This undoubtedly made him a little unhappy.

"Let's talk. Just now." Sherlock raised his eyebrows and asked as he hugged him back to the bed.

Connie wrapped herself into a ball with the quilt, and told everything about what happened before.

After finishing speaking, he asked uneasily: "Perhaps the nurse forgot to close the door during the rounds..."

Sherlock's meaningful smile made her heart tremble.

"...Why are you smiling like this." She asked with a wooden face.

"Don't you hurt? Shrunk down like this?" He leaned against the railing at the end of the bed.

Connie was taken aback when she heard the words, does it hurt?

She lowered her head in a daze, looked at her abdomen, slowly pulled off her clothes, and pressed lightly on her lower abdomen.

No pain, no pain at all.

"This..." The effect of the anesthetic should have passed, right?When the operation was just finished, she was in pain.

Connie was a little baffled.

"Oh. Looks like he gave you a shot of painkiller, it's so sweet..." Connie swore that this sentence definitely didn't sound as good as it sounded.

"who is he."

Sherlock didn't speak again.

In silence, Connie raised her head and saw a pair of green eyes that suddenly approached, as indifferent as sand.

Breathing suddenly became cautious.

With a slightly cool touch, his slender and cold fingertips touched her pouting cheek.

The green pupils stared at the face carefully, as if studying, the eyes were full of seriousness.

Connie was slightly stunned, as if a trace of electricity had passed behind her back, and obvious fear flashed across her dull eyes.

This was not ignored by those green eyes.

"What do you feel?"

"... How does it feel for a sheep to be targeted by a wolf?" After hesitating for a few seconds, Connie still told the truth.

It is undeniable that if it was normal, she must have been bumping wildly, such a romantic and gentle move, even if Sherlock didn't do it for a reason, she would probably blush and shy.

However, at that moment, the first feeling that crossed her mind was deep trembling and fear.

There is also a sense of déjà vu.

It was as if...someone had done this to her.

The cold touch made her hairs stand on end.

The author has something to say: Thank you Uncle Tai for mine! [What kind of strange name is this? ]

Thank you empty sola mine!

This case is relatively long, Alex estimates that there are still about three pieces left to leave the factory~

The cute and soft girls are coming≧﹏≦kkkkkk

Well, happy reading!

Reader-san who is alone in the hospital~

Please take care (ω<*?)

The little horror style should continue as much as possible, after all, he is a perverted killer...

[When speaking, there is a ci...ga sound of a door on the left wall of the author (?_?)]