[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Found them!" It was much easier to find the organization after landing.

Connie and Sherlock walked all the way along the port, and were discovered by a police officer after a while.

Connie saw Kevin and Esper rushing over with a pale face, with anxiety on her face, and finally relaxed and fell down.

She thought that it would be worse for Sherlock, who was naked and still in the water, to pull her up, so she kept holding on, but now seeing her own person, she couldn't hold on anymore.

When I woke up again, my eyes were white.

It's the hospital again. She and the hospital are really destined.

Swallowing her saliva, her dry lips parted slightly, a muffled hum came out of her throat with a hoarse magnetism, and immediately warm water flowed into her mouth. Connie took a sip and took a while to recover.

Opening his eyes, it was Alex's gentle eyebrows.

"Alex." Connie whispered, seeing the obvious joy and worry in her eyes.

"I'm fine." Connie said with a smile, and sat up halfway, only to see Alex pull the quilt and wrap her into a ball.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, and when I fell asleep, I felt dry, but now I woke up, feeling a little warmer.

"I'm not cold..." She said dumbfoundedly.

Alex's face turned cold: "That also needs to be wrapped, do you know that you almost died of hypothermia."

Recalling the feeling at that time, Connie smiled: "Isn't this coming back to life?" Although she was almost numb from the cold at that time.

Alex seemed to have a good lecture, Connie's scalp tingled, and she quickly asked, "Where's Sherlock? Is he okay?"

"He's fine." Alex replied, "I wonder if he was made by a machine. After staying in such low-temperature water for so long, he's still fine."

Hearing this, Connie felt relieved: "It's fine, I'm afraid it will hinder him." I didn't expect Sherlock, who is not good at sports, to be so good at swimming...

Alex snorted twice, then asked, "But what happened? Dad and Beckett didn't say anything..."

Connie was puzzled: "Didn't Sherlock say that?"

Alex looked very depressed: "They kept silent and pretended nothing happened, but I just felt something was wrong..."

Thinking of the location of the explosion, Connie had a strange expression on her face: "Is the Statue of Liberty okay?"

"It's okay, why do you ask?"

The bottom has collapsed, how can the top hold up?

Connie let out a long breath, forget it, the bomb hacked Sherlock, and the death date is not far away, since it's okay, there's no need to think about it, it's just Lestrade...

"Any news about Constable Lestrade?"

Speaking of this topic, Alex was obviously even more depressed.

"No, after Beckett and the others got to the Empire State Building, they only got a portrait of you. Afterwards, Beckett seemed to have received a text message from Sherlock and rushed to the Statue of Liberty... Later, you were saved, but you didn't receive the criminal And because the secret room was blown to pieces, they didn’t get any news at all.” As he said, Alex looked at the door, lying next to Connie’s ear and lowered his voice: “I heard from dad that the Security Bureau really A missile was lost, and it was a newly developed electronic missile, which could be controlled remotely, but whether it was the one that surfaced after the secret room was blown up or the one in the Empire State Building, they were all fake. The bomber imitated the real thing!"

Connie took a breath: "Imitation? How do you listen to what you say, or a bomb that can really explode?"

Thinking of what Sherlock said was false, she thought it meant that the missile would not explode!

Alex nodded: "The bomb exploded in the end not because the so-called password was entered, because the missile is controlled by electronic remote control. The timekeeper has been researching it, but without the password set by the owner, it is basically impossible to decipher it... ..."

So now, it is facing three missiles! ?

Although two of them are pirated copies...but this is even more worrying!

So is the bomber cheating?One person even took the missile and copied it! ?

Shouldn't things like missiles be the rhythm of a group of people who have worked hard for several years to make one?

One person copied two casually, do you want those experts to live!

"About those two pirated ones... What did Sherlock say?"

Alex shook his head hesitantly: "He just said that it was false."

Connie reviewed what he had said again. Since he believed that it was a fake missile and would not explode, did he see through the plan of the bomber early on?

After a while, Connie sorted out the logical order of the language and put the matter aside.

Sherlock's words can't just be taken literally, and she really blames herself for being stupid for not learning well after so long.

After such a question and answer, Connie felt a little sleepy again, but before she could speak, Alex came to feed her with porridge from a thermos.

Shrimp porridge, the light aroma is mouth-watering.

Connie rubbed her flat stomach, and drank Alex's feeding in one gulp.

"You made this? It's delicious!" She drank the last sip contentedly, took the paper towel she took, wiped it, and fell asleep unexpectedly.

Alex held the bowl and looked at her sleeping state, sighed deeply, then wrapped the glass around her body in a thick circle, and then exited the ward.

But she saw Sherlock standing outside the door wearing a coat and moving the handle.

She frowned: "Sherlock, the doctor said that your body needs to rest in bed because of the excessive low temperature."

"Where's Connie?" he asked blankly.

Alex glanced at the door: "She just fell asleep."

Staring closely at his unwavering eyes, Alex said angrily, "Connie is still a child, I hope next time my husband will take her age and safety into consideration when taking risks." Ni went to the secret room under the goddess statue, and Alex felt that even his own father had never been so unreliable.

But obviously, Alex's words had no effect on Sherlock.

He took a few glances at the door, then turned and left.

The wards of the two were only separated by two rooms.

Alex looked at his back, and for some reason, he saw a bit of coldness.

Just looking at it, I feel lonely and cold.

Sighing, she picked up the half box of shrimp porridge in her hand and followed him into the ward.

"Sherlock shouldn't have eaten anything yet. This is the shrimp porridge I made for Connie. If you don't mind, eat some." Seeing the person standing in front of the window in a daze, like a stone pillar, Alex sighed and put the Put the thermos on the table and exit the room.

The heating in the room is also full, the woolen coat grows to the calf, leaving only a small section of white hospital gown and bare ankles.

It was raining lightly outside the window, mixed with fine ice slag, and the sun showed a glimmer of light in the clouds for a while, and in the weather without a clue, he stood in front of the window, silently watching the figures fleeing around, silently.