[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"But didn't you say that the satellite didn't scan it?" Places like the Statue of Liberty must be the focus of inspections.

Sherlock's phone was thrown into Connie's hands.

"The missile in the Empire State Building is a fake. It's just the shell. The moment they press the code, the real missile is activated." So anything that explodes by the time the sun goes down is bullshit.

Connie's eyes were wide open, and she was suddenly covered in cold sweat.

So it was fine, but they made it themselves?

This bomber is not a crime, he is deliberately humiliating the entire government.

This is worse than terrorists who carry bombs and threaten everywhere.

"Then the bomb is in the Statue of Liberty now? Let's call Police Officer Beckett quickly! Get bomb disposal experts!"

Seeing that Sherlock had no objection, Connie quickly dialed the number there.

"Hello, this is Beckett."

"Beckett, I'm Connie. That missile in your hands is probably a fake. The real missile is on the Statue of Liberty side." Nothing draws more attention than blowing up the Statue of Liberty.

Although in terms of missiles, Connie felt that if they couldn't be dismantled, the whole of New York would be ruined, so putting them in the Empire State Building would not be much different from the Statue of Liberty.

Why did he do this? Is it just for the pleasure of playing with people?

Perhaps the ultimate goal of this bomber is to blow up New York.It's just that before blowing up, I want to give the New York police a severe humiliation.

That's a missile...

Connie trembled all over.

"Then what should we do now, wait here? Or go in first... Sherlock, can you dismantle the bomb?" Connie said without tears.

"In the water, wait for someone to come." Sherlock said looking at the calm water.

Connie was taken aback, looking at the lake under her feet, there was no wave.

"You said... in the water?"

"Get on board." A ship was approaching not far from HNA, and Sherlock strode to the port.

Connie hurriedly caught up with him and quickly stepped onto the boat: "Didn't you say you'll wait for the police to come?"

"It's too late." He stuffed some cash to the captain and asked him to send the two to the Statue of Liberty.

After receiving the money, the captain was very quick.

The two got off the boat and circled directly behind the Statue of Liberty.

There is a secret door there.

Connie was dumbfounded as Sherlock unlocked the door repeatedly.

"It's very simple, you will learn later." He threw down the lock and walked in first.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a long staircase leading to the top of the Statue of Liberty.

"What now?" Climb up?

Connie's face was not very good.

Sherlock didn't respond to her, instead, after looking at her for a while, he walked down the stairs.

The tall and slender body curled up into a ball before barely squeezing in - if he wasn't thin enough, he might not be able to get out.

"Prickly..." The sound of rust rubbing against the concrete floor was heard, accompanied by a strong smell of rust.

Connie covered her nose, but still couldn't block the pungent smell, she simply took off her scarf and tightly covered her nose and mouth.

Although it took a little effort to breathe, it was better than being stinked to death.

There was a "teng" sound, and there was a sound of landing. Connie also got into the basement of the stairs, and saw an open iron cover. Under the ground was Sherlock who had just landed.

This height...

"Come down." His voice came from below.

Connie said tremblingly: "Or I'd better stay here. You see, you also need someone to help you watch the wind."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

Connie wanted to bite her own tongue.

Look out for the wind, look out for the wind!

It's as if they came to burn, kill and loot.

"Well, I'm coming down, get out of the way..." Patting her buttocks, Connie took a deep breath, huddled into a ball, closed her eyes and threw herself directly to the ground.

Ass, it's up to you to reduce the impact!

half an hour.

"Are you trying to commit suicide?" A joking greeting came from above.

When Connie opened her eyes, she saw the faint light refracted by his pupils in the dark basement.

Her eyes moved, and she stood up immediately.

"Thank you..." Fortunately, her little butt didn't help, otherwise she would not be able to get up now, Sherlock is really a good person.

Standing still, she patted on her clothes, and Connie immediately took out her mobile phone and turned on the flashlight to the brightest, and the underground immediately became much brighter.

I saw Sherlock sweeping around, strolling leisurely to a corner with the densest spider webs, and with a "click", the room was as bright as day.

Connie turned off her mobile phone, looking at the basement that was so dirty that she couldn't bear to look directly at it, she felt goosebumps popping up all over her body.

I can't stand it...

"There's a door!" Finally, Connie found a door in a spider's web.

It's just that this door looks very unusual compared to the dilapidated ones around it.

"Fingerprint lock." Connie opened the cover for entering the password, and found that it was not an old-fashioned lock at all.

"What should we do now?" Connie worried.

If it's an old-fashioned lock, Sherlock will definitely solve it in minutes. This fingerprint...

Before she could react, Connie's hand was pressed onto it.

"Fingerprints match, allowed to pass."

Connie was stunned.

She didn't know how many times she was stunned today.

Leng Leng looked at Sherlock, he grinned: "lucky guess."

"..."

Outside the door, goodbye stairs.

This time, there were no lights.

The dark stairwell was filled with damp air, like a bottomless abyss, with a human-loving aura.

Connie's teeth were chattering.

She remembered that the Statue of Liberty was surrounded by water, so if it went down... it would be like reaching the bottom of the sea.

#Sure enough, God never makes mistakes#

#Missiles are really underwater#

So in case she was killed by the bombing, she would be broken into slag in minutes and eaten by the surviving fish.

#死无全血——She doesn't deserve such a death! #

#She still prefers old si!!!#

"Don't think about it." His slightly helpless voice came from behind.

Connie's legs were trembling all the way down the stairs after being half pushed and half knocked down.

Counting the heights silently, after going down several floors, the two finally reached the final place.

Another door.

Another fingerprint lock.

This time Connie obediently pushed her hand up.

"Stab!"

"Ah!" Connie exclaimed, and retracted her hand, which was still numb.

This door actually shocked her! ?

Sherlock sneered, pulled her right hand away, and put his own on it.

"Fingerprints match, allowed to pass."

Connie felt that there were too many sundays today.

The door opened, and immediately bright lights lit up inside.

In the room of about seventy to eighty square meters, there is nothing but a coffin.

Nani?

Connie was dumbfounded.

Putting a coffin in such a clean room?

What about missiles?

"We won't be tricked." Connie shook her right hand, only to realize that Sherlock was still holding it.

Suddenly startled, one mouth almost bit off his tongue.

"hiss……"

"What's wrong?" He turned his head and looked at Connie.

"It's okay, I just accidentally bit my tongue." She said in shame.

Sherlock glanced at her, said nothing, let go of that hand and walked to the coffin.

There is still a lock on it, but this time, it is no longer a fingerprint lock, but a password lock.

Connie counted, twenty-nine.

An Jing took two steps back, she has nothing to do here.

Seeing Sherlock's pensive expression, Connie kept quiet and took out her cell phone to send a message to Beckett.

Tell them their exact location.

Unexpectedly, after a while, there was a text message from Beckett: The door cannot be opened, and many people have been injured by electricity.

door?

They obviously left the door open on purpose!

Connie's pupils shrank, and she almost screamed out.

But although he couldn't make a sound, it still alarmed Sherlock.

"how."

"Officers Beckett and the others are up there...but the door won't open."

He was pressing the lock hand for a while: "Oh, really."

Connie looked at him so plainly, and became anxious: "But if people can't get in, they can't unlock the missile, so what should we do!? It must be the criminal who followed us and locked the door on purpose!" Fingerprint Lock, without her and Sherlock's fingerprints, you can't get in, and now she and Sherlock are in the innermost, even going out is a problem!

"Don't worry." In the words, he had already pressed the eighth position, and Connie also forcibly suppressed her emotions when she saw this. The last thing she needed at this time was her anxiety.

If you can't help, you can't help!

She stood quietly on the side, watching Sherlock unlock it obediently, and slowly her heartbeat calmed down.

Believe me, Sherlock will not die here!

She can also hitch a ride and get out alive!

This calm appearance of me standing still made Sherlock take a few more glances.

After more than ten minutes, there was a "click" and the lock was unlocked.

"Wow~ It's indeed Sherlock Holmes." The moment the lock was unlocked, a mechanical sound sounded in the room. Connie looked towards the source of the sound and saw a small speaker in the top corner.

Damn he wasn't still watching the room right now.

"Then, the real game begins. Now, open the lid and accept your gifts."

The sound ended, and Sherlock opened the lid.

Inside is a missile.

Although the outer packaging has been removed, it is still a genuine missile.

And this missile is timing.

59 minutes 50 seconds.

Only ten seconds had passed since the lock was unlocked.

Same joke.

real missiles.

And there is no combination lock to close.

Connie felt cold all over.

"Let's go out first and ask someone to come in and remove the missile. Even if it can't be disassembled, it can be detonated at high altitude." Connie looked at Sherlock and suggested in a terrified voice.

"Click!" The last door was also closed.

"Don't!" Connie rushed up, but she still didn't hold the door, and almost caught her hand.

That's a fully automatic door, and it's all a trap!

Connie was so angry that she wanted to smash things, but the only thing that could be smashed in this room was the missile!

Damn that thing is bigger than her and she can't lift it at all!

The author has something to say: The third update is here!Happy reading, good night~

Oh, by the way, I have a question: The author registered on INS today, but found that the comments seem strange. There will always be some violations that cannot be commented, but the author obviously only typed "cute", but in some places It can be typed. In order to verify, I went to several people’s accounts to type the same Chinese. Some can and some can’t. Why?Is there any solution?