[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

The sound of the timer resounded throughout the room, especially in the silent room.

Connie's breathing became rapid involuntarily: "What should we do now?"

There are only 10 minutes left in the countdown, and there is no progress at all, whether it is inside or outside.

She touched everything in the house, but even Sherlock couldn't think of a way to stop the missiles, and she couldn't open the door after countless attempts.

They are like turtles in a jar.

His slender hands caressed the cold shell, and after a while, the missile was moved outside the coffin and placed by the door.

"Go in." His still calm voice sounded.

Connie followed his gaze towards the huge coffin.

Let her lie in a coffin?

She approached the coffin, climbed into the coffin with hands and feet and sat down, then looked at him: "And then?"

Sherlock took off his coat and gestured at the size of the coffin: "Take off your clothes."

Connie was taken aback, took off her coat, threw it outside the coffin, and looked at him suspiciously.

But he still frowned: "Continue." After speaking, he also began to take off his shirt and wool.

Except for a pair of trousers on the lower body, socks and shoes...all the clothes that can be taken off are taken off.

Connie froze all over, and before she had time to be shy, she took off everything she could take off, leaving only the innermost bottoming underwear. Although she would not be naked, it was cold enough that she was about to lose her mind.

Connie shivered from the cold: "What are you going to do!?"

Throwing all the clothes out of the coffin, Sherlock turned around and jumped into the coffin. Suddenly, the space became narrow.

At the moment Sherlock closed the coffin, there was an exasperated curse on the radio.

In the dark and small space, the light of the mobile phone was on, and Connie saw Sherlock's smiling eyes clearly in a blink of an eye.

Trembling all over.

He can still laugh at this time, he must be crazy! ?

"Don't worry, we'll be fine."

"..." Where did he get his confidence?

They looked at each other silently for a few minutes, but Connie felt that it was as long as centuries.

"...Can you tell me what's going on now?" There were a few minutes before the explosion, and Connie hopelessly gave up the hope of living, but even if she died, she had to be a ghost.

"Well, I did a test and apparently got the answer I needed from this test."

Test... strip naked and climb into a coffin?

"……Answer?"

"Obviously, that missile won't explode at all. This coffin is made of special materials, specially built to block signals, and ordinary bombs can't blow up this coffin at all. As long as I close the coffin, this missile won't explode at all— —Of course, the premise is that I think the missile is real and I am willing to sacrifice myself—this is the best option he deliberately put on. It's just... that stupid kid, I really think I can't see that he is in the room Is there a bomb outside too?"

Connie's eyes dimmed.

God is going to kill me...

"So this missile is also fake... After the bomb exploded outside the room... No, let's not talk about the Goddess issue. Although it is safer for us to be locked in a coffin, fortunately the missile will not explode, but the bomb outside the room After the explosion... how do we go up?" It must be known that it is sub-zero winter, and they are still at the bottom of the water with several floors almost equal to 30 meters below.

"Swim up, of course." He looked reassured as he waited for the bomb.

Connie moved her body, and the lid of the coffin moved up immediately. Before she could react, Connie was already under Sherlock's body in the next second: "Don't move around, it's already crowded inside, the lid If it is opened a little, it will affect our state when we go out."

Originally, Sherlock was lying sideways, but now she is almost completely flat, and more than half of her body is being pressed by Sherlock, and she suddenly feels numb.

so desperate...

"I can't swim." Panting slightly, Connie said dejectedly.

"I'm pressing you, I'm sorry." Probably because he realized that his weight was indeed a bit too heavy for Connie, he apologized, just in time to hear Connie's words that he couldn't swim.

"Um...it's okay...huh?" Connie heard Sherlock's apology at first, and was about to say it's okay, but halfway her left hand was held by a warm hand, and she realized that it was Sherlock's hand, and she subconsciously He let out a cry of surprise.

That's a ten-finger shake.

"?"

The mobile phone was thrown aside, and the two didn't spare time to get it. In the dark space, only each other's warm breath echoed.

"I'll pull you up." It was back to her saying that she couldn't swim.

"Oh." Connie replied muffled, shivering from the cold and stiff at the same time.

"Don't worry." His tone was more gentle than usual. The warmth in his chest made Connie less shivering, but the atmosphere suddenly became a little more ambiguous.

At least——Connie herself thought so, ambiguous.

Probably Sherlock is thinking about how to swim out with the fastest and most convenient posture and strength in his mind, and now he wants to take her with him.

Although it is clear that he will definitely think so, there will be no ambiguity.

But she still felt a little embarrassed.

After all - Sherlock was lying in a coffin with her bare chested.

Moreover, the two were holding hands.

Leaving aside the external environment and the current situation, this matter feels weird no matter how you think about it.

But being shy is shy, Connie is relatively able to overcome her instinct as a girl.

After entering the water, you must jump hard with your feet!

——Besides that, she couldn't think of any other way to wait for Rushui to not hold her back.

"Hurry up, there are 35 seconds left." His voice suddenly sounded.

Connie was taken aback for a moment, and her breathing became short of breath.

"I'll count to 321 later, and start to hold my breath for as long as I can. If you feel uncomfortable, close your eyes. Don't struggle, and I will pull you up." He ordered softly, speaking word by word, appearing particularly patient , There is no anxiety and impatience at all.

Connie nodded, rubbed against his chin, and froze again: "Okay."

Close your eyes, hold your breath, and relax!

She can!

"Very good." He chuckled.

"Then, 3, 2, 1!"

Connie took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

In the next second, the roar almost burst Connie's eardrums at that instant.

In the next second, icy water flowed into the coffin along the gap.

Connie trembled all over, and heard the sound of Sherlock opening the coffin lid, accompanied by the icy lake water, covering her entire body.

Unexpectedly, she hung up as soon as she entered the water, and Connie didn't choke on the water. Although it was cold, the water temperature here didn't seem to be as cold as that on land, which made Connie have a process of adaptation.

She could feel Sherlock pulling her up, so a few seconds later, she also looked for the direction and kicked her feet in the same direction.

She could imagine how ugly her current posture was, but it was a bit of effort anyway.

Unlike when she just got out of the coffin, Connie felt the resistance of the water after rising for a short distance, and the lower and lower water temperature.

But she didn't dare to open her eyes, so she could only tighten Sherlock's hand along the direction of the water.

But that doesn't mean her heart isn't hopeless.

A second was so long, and she seemed to be on the verge of losing her breath.

There was a light pat on her left hand, and Connie let go, only to feel her whole body being hugged. In the next second, she felt like a humanoid missile, shooting towards the water.

Weight plays a major role at this time.

Although it didn't take long, she felt that she was about to sink again.

She fumbled around but couldn't find Sherlock, Connie panicked.

With a beating in her heart, she opened her eyes.

The icy lake water washed her eyes, causing her to open her mouth uncomfortably, and the next second, fishy-smelling water rushed into her throat.

Caught off guard and took a few sips of water, Connie panicked.

damn it.

One wrong step, one subconscious breath, the nose went in through the trachea, and Connie officially choked on water.

The most painful few seconds were as long as the sky falling apart.

The struggling figure turned into a soft body after a few seconds, floating in the water.

A moment later, a slender body swam up from the bottom. He frowned at Connie who had passed out, and dragged her towards the surface of the water.

This time it was much smoother than before. The ripples caused by the bomb faded a lot, and the resistance was not so great. With the help of buoyancy, Sherlock dragged Connie's waist to swim out of the water.

Halfway through, I gave Connie a sigh of relief.

It took a total of 3 minutes and 25 seconds.

The waterproof watch on hand is still intact.

Sherlock went ashore with the man in his arms, took off a coat from the owner of the stall, and wrapped Connie tightly.

The wet lake water fell to the ground along the brown curly hair, and the slender white palm pressed the flat lying chest, pressing gently, and the air was sent into Connie's mouth by artificial respiration.

After repeating it three or four times, she finally spit out a mouthful of water from her throat.

"Cough cough...cough cough...it hurts to death...cough cough cough..." There was a rush of breathing in the chest, Connie opened her eyes and saw the bright sky, tears dripped from the corners of her eyes, and she didn't even notice it .

"Sherlock?" She turned her head and saw his flaxen green eyes that were still cold.

At this time, those eyes seemed to reflect the azure blue like the sky.

"Are we out?"

"Well, we're out."

The joy of escaping from the dead really cannot be described in words.

Connie hugged Sherlock's neck, laughing heartlessly.

"We're out!" She really thought she was going to die again!

"Well, we're here." The corners of his mouth raised slightly, showing a slight arc, like a spring breeze.

"Hahaha, I'm really immortal!" Probably because death liberated her nature, Connie burst into a burly laugh with excitement, and in a blink of an eye, seeing the embarrassing panic on the face of an uncle next door, she immediately stopped laughing, and only then did she realize that she She was wrapped in a down jacket.

"This dress?"

"This is mine, girl, are you okay?" Uncle Xiaotan murmured secretly, looking at the little girl whose skin was turning purple from the cold, he was also embarrassed to return her clothes.

Connie shook her head: "Thank you uncle."

Looking back, she saw Sherlock fully dressed, and immediately frowned and looked at the uncle again.

"Uncle, can you lend me another piece of clothing?"

The uncle's teeth were about to chatter, but he saw her running to the seat with sharp eyes, and rushed over with a blanket to wrap the big man tightly.

"Sherlock, let's go to Beckett quickly, there should be spare clothes in the police station, don't freeze..."

The uncle who stayed where he was was dumbfounded.

"..."

One by one, can you ask the owner for his opinion!

"Excuse me, uncle, what is your name?"

The uncle said in a daze, "My name is Tom."

"Uncle Tom, thank you very much. I will send the things back to you after I wash them. My name is Connie and I live at 221B Baker Street. Thank you very much!" Connie stood up and thanked Tom for a while. Tom was too embarrassed to speak.

The two walked away in this way, a gust of cold wind blew over, and the curtains on the booth rattled. Looking at the bare stool, the uncle came back to his senses—why did he stay like this and was forcibly helped!And still twice!Moreover, he has been called countless times!uncle!

(ノへ￣,)