[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Good morning, Connie." In the aisle, Connie was walking slowly along Sherlock's left hand. Five hours had passed since that horrible early morning. The effect has passed.

But Connie didn't complain about the twitching pain at all, because after last night, this little pain is nothing at all... Kang Luoli, who is less than 1.6 meters, obviously already has the feeling of "I won't just take it with me so easily". tolerance!

but……

"Sir, please go through the discharge procedures for me, I beg you, I really don't want to live here tonight!!!" (_)…

Epiphany belongs to epiphany, home still has to go back, attitude must be correct!

Never live in this horrible hospital again!

Sherlock walked step by step with no expression on his face, matching Connie's pace, but it was obvious that his mind had begun to wander.

And it was five hours ago, when Connie begged him to stay in the hospital with a dead face.

Connie's attitude is sincere enough to give up the hospital bed to have someone to accompany her on the sofa...

Unexpectedly, people still dislike it →_→.

It's heartbreaking.

"Connie, aren't you tired after walking for so long? Take a proper rest." Amanda, who came back from rounds on the other side, walked over from behind.

Connie greeted her with a smile, and immediately turned back to stare at Sherlock.

She asked early this morning, Amanda was on duty yesterday, and the door was not locked at all when she came to make rounds...

The amount of information is quite large.

So there was more than one co-author who entered her "fragrant boudoir" yesterday?

(_) I can't live anymore!

"Go back, please, please, please..."

"Oh? Then, you who need me to leave the hospital for you..." He didn't know when he would come back, and he was looking at Connie with raised eyebrows.

With a deadpan face, he spoke solemnly and meaningfully.

"..." Why did she have a bad feeling, maybe it was what she thought it meant.

She raised her eyebrows one high and one low: "You don't want me to promise to slice your brain as a price..." Well, she didn't have to answer.

Connie Hudson's life has officially come to a fork in the road. It is still a dead end with chasing soldiers before and wolves behind.

#On the importance of life and life#

Really pushed into a desperate situation, Connie's little head became clear instead.

How long can he cut the brain slices! ?

At most, it will be four or five years until Peanut appears, but after death... that will be a lifetime thing!

The most important thing is that she who has already died knows that the taste is not very good, and what if she does it all over again after she dies?That's really not worth the candle... She'd better live obediently and die of old age smoothly...

Finally, after considering the pros and cons of all this, Connie finally had an idea in her heart.

"All right……"

#On the necessity of making trouble and the extent to which Sherlock is upset#

"Dingling..." The hospital's siren sounded the moment Connie spoke.

The patients were slightly nervous.

When the alarm sounded, it was necessary to unblock urgently, and the bell that rang this time was precisely this building.

Basically, except for those who are in the emergency room, everyone else must withdraw with all their strength.

So, everyone took action.

After turning around, most of the people had already descended the stairs step by step.

Connie was stunned, looking at the unusually orderly picture, she was a little dazed: "What's wrong?"

Sherlock obviously didn't know what was going on.

"I've never been sick." So I haven't been to a hospital, how would I know.

Connie clearly read the meaning in his eyes, and tugged on his sleeve: "Then let's go out too, and follow the big team."

Unexpectedly, before reaching the stairs, he waved her hand away: "He's dead."

The keen sense like a hunter allowed him to capture the truth in the subtleties.

A nurse who ran by made him deduce the truth of the matter.

"Maybe it's from the emergency room..." Her doubtful voice was gradually drowned out by the ringtone.

Amanda and the other black-skinned nurse were gone, and the corridor was emptied in just a few minutes.

At least on this floor, there is no one to be seen anymore, and the nurse who passed by just now also disappeared around the corner.

"Sherlock..." She was a little uneasy.

After a while, he walked towards the direction where the nurse came - another corridor entrance.

That is the back door passage to the back garden, the most beautiful and secluded place in the whole hospital.

Gritting her teeth, Connie followed.

When they went downstairs, three or two female nurses came over with sad faces, and one of them was Amanda, and when she saw Connie, her face was obviously very unhappy.

"Amanda, what's the matter?" She pulled people back and asked.

"It's so perverted..."

"How could anyone want to..."

"Ellie!" Amanda was obviously panicked, and she stopped the female voice who was about to say something.

Then, he turned his head to look at Connie with some unease.

Connie's heart sank.

"Connie, don't go."

Yes, it must have something to do with her, obviously, Amanda wants to stop her.

fear?Yes.

curious.

And deadly curiosity.

She stiffened and went out the back door.

On a large wall to the west, there was a piece of blood written on it. A disgusting smell came from the wall, and the blood dripping on the grass left numb traces.

Blood, a lot of blood.

But the writing on the wall is like a love letter derived from blood.

Hello, my dear Connie.

The calligraphy was beautiful, and Connie was cold.

"What kind of blood is this?" She looked at Sherlock who was staring at the wall carefully. At this time, there was a hint of doubt and obsession in his eyes, as well as some kind of piety that she couldn't understand.

She had goosebumps all over her body.

"This is human blood, but there is no trace of trampling on the grass, oh..." He looked like he had obviously encountered a fun puzzle.

Connie looked at him for a long time, then turned her head back in frustration. Amanda was beside her with a worried expression on her face: "Don't be afraid, we have already called the police."

"I'm not the only one named Connie in the hospital, right?" This matter must have been planned for a long time, and she was only admitted to the hospital yesterday, because of sudden acute appendicitis, it is impossible for anyone to know about her... the most important thing What's more, she remembers that she has always been quiet and has no chance to provoke any pervert! ?

Amanda was at a loss for words, and suddenly felt a little preconceived, and was about to check the names of all the patients, when the detective over there spoke.

"No, the person he is looking for is you." What is life and death in one word.

"……why?"

His slender fingers pointed in the air, and Connie followed his direction, her black pupils like exploding fireworks.

"My dear..." Apparently, the word dear used her window, and a small flower was glued on the wall next to the window.

Because it is too small, it is easy to be ignored, but it cannot escape Sherlock's piercing eyes.

Connie squinted and looked at it, thinking it was like a bald daisy, feeling hairy all over.

"This is Sensia... called Immortality." With a snap of her fingertips, the small blackberry was thrown on top of Connie's head.

She didn't notice that she was hit on the top of her head, and she finally caught the phone, but her head hurt from the hit.

"You need to practice more." Sherlock was obviously dissatisfied with her not fast enough reaction and hand speed.

Connie gritted her teeth, sniffed and looked at the phone.

Thousand day grass, alias god grass, fairy grass... formerly known as Dahua Jingou ear... ○(—盘—)っ

Who has a crush on her and sends flowers with such a vulgar name.

The language of flowers is immortal... Tsk tsk, it looks quite high.

But... no!It shouldn't be like this!

She shook her head and wiped out the contents of her head, and returned the phone to Sherlock.

"Since it's so dangerous, let's go home quickly, we can't stay here! I'm so scared!" Now Sherlock can't ignore her request!

"The police are here, get out of the way, don't destroy the crime scene." A loud roar suddenly burst into the air.

The three of them were startled and looked towards the door. The person brought by the nurse over there was obviously also taken aback when they saw it: "Connie? Sherlock? Why are you here?"

"..." It's a long story...

"So, someone has evil intentions for Connie, on this wall..." Lestrade couldn't utter the following words.

Connie wanted to cry but had no tears: "What does this have to do with me?"

Lestrade patted her on the shoulder softly: "According to the nurse who called the police, this thing was discovered by a patient. We are asking the relevant people. Don't worry too much. As for the blood, it has been sent to the laboratory for testing. , maybe it was just a prank..."

"Tch." Obviously, Sherlock laughed at Lestrade's reasoning and comfort.

"As a homicide police station in London, it's shameful enough to be unable to distinguish between human blood and animal nature. How can you still make a reasoning like a prank? Are your brains frozen? Your activity has dropped again. gone?"

The police officers who were collecting evidence stared over stiffly, with countless blank eyes.

Lestrade was so angry that his hairline rose again: "I'm not trying to comfort Connie and tell her not to be afraid, she's just a child..."

"Consolation won't do anything, it will only hasten her death." Sherlock's expression faded from sarcasm at this time, but his eyes showed a bit of seriousness.

A well-intentioned warning is always as good as a bad word.

Plus this person is Sherlock who speaks badly.

Connie looked at the situation where the two seemed to be facing each other, but in fact Sherlock was suppressing Lestrade and wantonly abusing them, and expressed her opinion as the protagonist: "Okay, I will be careful."

Lestrade sighed: "It's not safe here, you can go back to 221B, I will send someone to patrol."

"Officer, you are such a good man... I will make breakfast for next month!" Connie tugged on Lestrade's sleeve with tears in her eyes.

Lestrade froze, watching Connie, whose eyes sparkled, blocked the block.

He looked at Sherlock puzzled, but was startled back by his slightly narrowed eyes.

Hello!What is he doing again!Why did the atmosphere become so strange?

I've never seen Sherlock's eyes look so unkind. What's the matter with my inexplicable guilt...