[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

After two weeks of dead house, Alex finally couldn't resist the pressure to go to class.

Connie has learned everything she can learn. Not only that, she has also developed a lot of food independently. Although they are all improved from basic food, at least she has studied the tastes of the friends around her. Everything was going well, except for the strange tastes that Sha and Mrs. Hudson occasionally became mysterious.

On the contrary, Lestrade's kidnapping case was not so smooth.

Connie felt that this was simply impossible, not to mention the abilities of Sherlock and Beckett Richard, even relying on the relationship between Lestrade and Mycroft, it was impossible to delay it for so long, let alone Not to mention that Lestrade himself is a British police officer. It is impossible to keep a low profile when this kind of diplomatic relations between the two countries is on the news again.

But this thing is really low-key and weird.

Sherlock looked normal about telling Connie to shut up.

Although I also knew that he was unlikely to show a look of worry, but apart from his confidence in himself, Connie did not see any emotions such as anger on his face, which showed that the case was actually progressing—— If Sherlock spent two weeks on a case and still had no clues, the guy would be furious!

However, Beckett and Richard could see their sad faces every day.

So Connie was quieter.

No matter what, with Mycroft as the immediate boss and Sherlock's face, she always felt that she was worried because of the bomber.

So Connie Hudson's expression, peacefully and happily, did not match the situation.

Everyone thought that Connie didn't know about this, Alex knew a little, but she didn't want her friends to worry about it, and Connie probably guessed that Sherlock had his own plans, and asking rashly might cause bad things, so she kept silent. .

Things finally turned around when the No.18 day came.

The bomber, who had been quietly lurking for more than half a month, finally made his first call.

The police officers in the police station breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past few days, I'm afraid that New York will be bombed again.

Not at ease on the way home.

At noon, it is the time when the flow of people is the busiest, and everyone is having lunch at that time.

The call was made directly to Beckett's cell phone, but the call was clearly destined for Sherlock.

"The game starts. There is a bomb hidden in the Empire State Building. Who will play with me in the first round?"

This was Lestrade's voice. He was very fragile. He sounded like he had starved for more than ten days, and he might have been injured.

"Lestrade?" Beckett turned on the speakerphone, and Sherlock called out.

Connie caught her breath and everyone fell silent.

"Oh! No hands up? Then I'll call... famous novelist, Richard?" Richard was terrified.

But he quickly calmed down. Although it was Lestrade's voice, it was obviously the bomber who asked him to speak.

"who are you?"

"..." There was a burst of laughter from over there.

It wasn't Lestrade's voice, it was the bomber's, but through a voice changer, the laughter sounded mechanical.

"It's not important, nor interesting. What's interesting is the game. Remember, your time is up until the sun goes down." There was still a cold mechanical voice. After saying this, the phone hung up, and Beckett called back again. It is already empty.

The beep sounded in the silent room, and everyone looked deep in thought.

"He's very arrogant and confident." Beckett spoke first, looking at the phone thoughtfully.

Richard nodded: "Indeed, he didn't even give us a puzzle, but directly said that there is a bomb in the Empire State Building. And until the sun goes down... there are nearly four hours... Even if we can't dismantle the bomb, There is also enough time to evacuate the crowd."

Connie watched Sherlock keep his mouth shut, then looked at the two Becketts, and frowned: "Maybe his purpose is not to kill, but to show off, or to attract attention...after all, it's the Empire State Building. "Even if you say the words Empire State Building, you may not be able to find the bomb. The Empire State Building has a height of nearly 400 meters, let alone how many floors and rooms there are. It will take most of the time to evacuate the crowd." Time, you must know that not all rich people will be obedient.

and……

Connie frowned deeply: "He's so confident, will that bomb...it's not a bomb at all."

Richard suddenly thought of something, and looked at Connie: "How do you say, this is turning the tiger away from the mountain?"

Connie froze for a moment: "No, I mean that the bomb may be a nuclear bomb or...in short, it is a bomb with a high lethality, maybe the Imperial Great Xia is not enough to blow up..." Moriarty's admirer, again Under my impression, Moriarty is a beacon that attracts all kinds of high-IQ criminal talents. This bomber should not be an ordinary bomber.

Everyone was taken aback, and looked at Connie in horror: "Impossible!"

Connie was silent, looking at Sherlock.

After a long time, he finally said, "Perhaps it is not impossible. But even if there is a bomb in the Empire State Building, it cannot be the only place with a bomb."

Connie was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly understood: "This is the first bomb. Only by solving this bomb will there be clues to the next bomb?"

Otherwise, it wouldn't be called a game, and it took so long after such a straightforward notification.

Richard came back to his senses and clapped his hands: "It's very possible!"

Beckett glared at him, suppressing his excitement.

Ignore the bomb, and talk about deciphering puzzles, Bear Richard Kid is always very enthusiastic, not to mention that the other party specifically named him.

"No, why did you name Richard?" Connie's question made everyone quiet again.

"That's because only he can solve this puzzle." Sherlock said again.

Connie raised her eyebrows and looked at him in disbelief.

Got a look back from him.

Others said that she still believed it, but Sherlock said so, there must be a conspiracy!

Sure enough, the next second, Sherlock took out his phone and started having sex.

Connie squinted, definitely weird.

"In this case, let's rush to the Empire State Building immediately. Alex, you and grandma are at home, Beckett, you should call the police immediately." Richard ordered the task, and then looked at Sherlock.

"I'll let McCoff connect to the satellite to scan for bombs." He took a sip of coffee without haste.

"Okay! Then let's set off quickly. The people of New York are waiting for our rescue!" The classic pose came out again.

Everyone was helpless, Beckett kicked him hard: "Oh!"

After the people left, Martha and Alex started to collect the dishes: "Oh, it's really scary, I hope they can succeed."

"It's okay, don't worry." Alex patted Connie on the shoulder and went to the kitchen.

Connie turned around and looked at Sherlock when the people walked away.

The two looked at each other for a long time, relatively silent.

"Watch what I do." He was still drinking his coffee slowly.

Connie slowly narrowed her eyes: "There are no bombs in the Empire State Building." Why not inform McCoff to scan for bombs.

This sentence is simply the biggest lie ever!

Sherlock raised his eyebrows lightly: "Oh?" With an expression that you know again.

Connie put her hands on her hips: "You should have directly hacked the satellite of the US government." Although it was a question, Connie was obviously more sure.

He was having sex with his mobile phone just now, of course it couldn't be looking for McCoff, plus his previous black history, of course it's quicker and more convenient to use satellites for things like hacking.

"Hehe... not bad." He suddenly chuckled, with obvious pleasure on his face.

Connie puffed up her mouth: "What's so funny..."

After a pause, she looked at him again: "So, you already have an idea of ​​where Lestrade is?"

The author has something to say: The first update is here! ~~~~ Happy reading! ~~~