[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Hurry up and feel the NYPD.

There, Connie met her new friend, Alex, whom she was longing for.

#On the skill of the great god being thrown in one second#

"Oh, are you okay, I'm so worried!" Alex didn't rest all night, and he stayed in the NYPD with his father after he arrived in New York. When he saw Connie coming, he immediately hugged her, eyes wide open. All red.

Connie patted her on the back emotionally, and hugged her back tightly: "I'm fine, I finally came out safely, and I'm worrying you."

"It's all my fault, I should have been with you." Alex said with tears in his eyes.

Richard is distressed, but his daughter has never cried.

Connie was even more distressed, and wiped her tears gently: "No, it's not your fault, it's all the fault of that kidnapper! We will definitely catch him!"

Although the object is Moriarty, she is basically hopeless, but comforting the younger sister is an urgent matter!

"Yes, we will definitely catch him! That scoundrel!" Alex clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. The two little girls went back and forth like this, making everyone in the police station laugh.

"It's okay, we are all worried about you." Richard also likes this well-behaved little girl, not to mention that she is Alex's new BFF.

Connie turned her head and thanked: "It must have worried you. It's troublesome."

"Where is it, it's too polite." A sensible child is always prone to overflowing with maternal love.Beckett patted Connie's head with a smile on his face.

"However, we may need you to tell something about how you were taken away," Beckett seemed apologetic.

Connie nodded quickly: "Okay."

Connie followed Beckett into the office to take an oral statement.

"This is Kevin, and this is Esper." Two men approached, one black and one white, who seemed to be fellow police officers. When they saw them, they greeted them friendly.

"This is the girl who was rescued?"

Connie smiled: "Hello, my name is Connie, Connie Hudson."

The two big men were obviously at a loss.

"Hello, I'm Esper." Connie reached out to shake her hand, and the small palm was placed in Esper's hand, forming a stark contrast.

"It's so small..." He muttered, afraid that he might accidentally crush this little hand.

Kevin got married recently, and his wife is pregnant, and he has always had fantasies about children. Connie is a small one, slender and petite, so sweet and polite, and she smiles like a little sun, which immediately hits his cuteness Point - although genetically speaking, it is impossible for him to give birth to a daughter with such appearance.

"Hi, I'm Kevin." His eyes lit up.

Inexplicably, there was a rush to meet an idiot.

But Connie smiled and shook his hand.

"Such a small child must have suffered a lot." According to Kevin's estimate, he should be seven or eight years old.

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm already 13 years old." Such small words obviously irritated Connie.

In this Western country where Easterners in their early 30s are still regarded as college students, minors simply cannot live.

"Okay, then let's listen to the specific situation. Don't be nervous, just answer my question."

After a while, Richard and Sherlock also entered the office, and they were sitting on the sofa.Each with a cup of coffee.

This surprised Connie a bit.

Sherlock seemed to be at ease here, much more enjoyable than in Scotland Yard.

But thinking about it, Richard is not a person who takes the usual path, and Sherlock has found the same kind?

"Can you describe what happened?" Beckett took out a pen and paper to record.

"Well. In the room, after the gunshots and you all went out, Mrs. Hudson sent me and Alex into the room, and then Alex went to the bathroom, and then I was gagged—then He must be the one who kidnapped me."

"Moriarty," Sherlock whispered.

Connie nodded: "After waking up, I was in a closed room with cement walls everywhere, no windows or doors, only a big bed in the room, and a high roof with many murals painted on it." Connie thought over the details of that room.

"Did he do anything to you?" Beckett asked another question.

Everyone was stunned.

doing what?

What can I do?

Connie blushed, remembering that she was held in Jin's arms to unwrap presents and force-feed her.

Although I was quite helpless at that time, but now that I think about it, I have to tell them what happened, why do I feel a little embarrassed?

"Uh...no, he just asked me to...unwrap the present."

"What?" The answer was obviously unexpected.

Connie smiled shyly: "After I woke up, I was fed something to eat, then I fell asleep again, and when I woke up, there was a Christmas tree in the room, and there were many gifts under the tree .Many, many...I probably took it apart for several hours." She didn't want to accept presents anymore in her life.

Richard rubbed his lips.

"This is simply my dream..." The voice quickly dropped under Beckett's stare.

Connie smiled silently, not knowing what to say.

"So, he didn't do anything to hurt you. How did you escape?"

"He went out, and then I was thrown out by two women. One named Sara and the other named Ai Li." After Connie and she described the general appearance of Moriarty, Sara and Ai Li, they did not give up.

"I was brought home by Meghan, and then Sherlock picked me up."

Beckett nodded and put away his pen: "Okay, I will publish the portrait to attract attention. Don't worry, with our protection, you will be fine again."

Connie nodded her thanks and walked out of the office. Alex, who was listening outside, hugged her.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?" It has been an hour since we talked together.

Kevin's paternal love broke out, and he asked with concern.

"Yeah, the coffee and pizza on the corner are good." Esper was also very enthusiastic, although he himself was hungry.

Alex's stomach rumbled just in time.

Connie smiled: "Okay, thank you."

Turning her head, Connie looked at Sherlock who was calm and overbearing.

He hadn't spoken, and for some reason, it made her a little uneasy.

"Sherlock?"

"Don't worry." He replied, immersed in his own thinking again.

Connie stared at him in a daze for a while, then turned around too.

The uneasiness in my heart grew wider and wider.

"Beckett! Something happened downstairs!" Like a bolt from the blue, it hit Connie on the head.

Her uneasiness was finally maximized.

Beckett rushed out, Richard followed, and all the police officers in the police station also went out.

Connie was covered in cold sweat, and dragged Alex tremblingly downstairs.

At the gate of NYPD, two dead bodies are being hung.

In the sculpture, a human head is strung on the left and right sides of the soldier's sharp spear.

One male and one female.

The man's expression was devout, and there was even obsession and admiration in his opened eyes.

But that woman's eyes were full of fear and hatred.

Ellie, that's Ellie.

It was Moriarty who moved his hand.

"Who is that man?" Connie asked tremblingly.

Alex held her hand tightly: "This is the male doctor who wrote blood."

The bloody body is only supported by a head.

On the building opposite the sculpture, a white scroll was suddenly hung at this moment.

"This is a gift for your atonement, my girl."

The handwriting was obviously written by someone.

Fear made Connie's pupils dilate.

This note is just like him, arrogant and cute.

However, those two bloody corpses made her feel cold all over.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

"Esper, immediately send someone to the opposite side to search the entire building!" Beckett gave an order, and Esper immediately rushed over with a gun and a pair of men and horses.

There are already many people watching and taking pictures.

The indispensable pointing made Connie feel that she was exposed to the public, and suddenly there was an inescapable embarrassment and fear.

Darkness fell, and she was embraced in her arms.

The rich aroma of coffee surrounded her, with a hint of nicotine.

"It's none of your business." He whispered as hard as a magnet.

"None of your business," he said again.

There was a burst of warmth from her back, and Da Zhang paid her back and the top of her head.

With loosened hands, he hugged the woolen coat and wrapped it around his slender waist.

A long, depressed voice came from his arms.

"It's none of my business." Everything was Moriarty, whether it was these two people or her, it was Moriarty's business.

And she was entangled because of Sherlock, after all, it was Sherlock and Moriarty's business, why is she upset here, it's not her business at all...

After another long time, she got out of his arms, her flushed little face had been pressed, and her fragile skin looked like a newborn rabbit.

"It's all right now. The escaped doctor has also appeared. I should be safe."

Looking up, what she saw was his bright and clear eyes. She looked away in embarrassment, feeling that he had seen through her again.

"Well, there's no danger." He spoke again, this time, his voice was clear.

"Then let's go back to London." Mrs. Hudson must have been worried about her.As for Moriarty, he probably won't appear in a short time, right?

"Okay." Now Connie was flattered.

Alex stood aside from the beginning to the end, and then he began to feel wrong: "Back to London? What about Officer Lestrade?"

Connie: "..."

Sherlock: "..."

Richard: "I didn't find any traces. It seems that Moriarty escaped this time. It's abominable!"

Beckett: "Don't worry, I will step up my efforts to investigate. The most important thing now is to protect Connie's safety and prevent that Moriarty from coming again."

Alex shook his head and raised his forehead: So no one cares about the bomber and Lestrade—is it the comfort of the dignified British policeman?