[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

It took me

Next to the unconscious plainclothes policeman, the patient on a medical cotton mop picked up the cell phone that had fallen beside him.

The page flashed, and the shutdown bell rang, in the silent night.

After a burst of vibrations and bells, it was completely plunged into darkness.

The slender fingers pressed on the keyboard, and after clicking, the page had no response.

Three words, eight letters, shattered into fragments and floated into his thinking palace, blowing in like a whirlwind.

"Holmes?" The young man on the ground slowly woke up, pressing his aching temples, narrowing his eyes and then letting go.

Sherlock squatted on the ground and pressed a spot on his neck, and he gasped in pain.

"pain!"

Half-kneeling knees raised: "Where are the Lestrade people?"

"I just went to the toilet to look for it, but there was no one. Connie woke up and said that you were all gone. I just... I was knocked unconscious when I got to the toilet. Why am I here?" Looking at the surroundings with a look of surprise.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was dragged back.

But there was no trace other than himself on his body.

There are not too many wrinkles in the clothes.

There is only one possibility, that is, someone who is much stronger than him will bring him back and put him on the ground.

but why?Why is it necessary to do this?

To lure Connie out?

But with such a strong physique, there would be no obstacle at all to take Connie away.

Not far away, there are three or two nurses on duty at the dimly lit front desk.

How to quietly take Connie away without anyone noticing?

In the thinking palace, he has already begun to compare various possibilities.

But in the end they were all ruled out.

impossible.

impossible.

impossible.

"What happened?" A little girl probably saw the two of them and came over to ask.

Seeing the person sitting on the ground at first glance, he exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, why are you sitting on the ground? What's wrong with you?"

The boy blushed.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "You have always been there, have you never left?"

He looked at the little nurse who ran over, and the little nurse blushed slightly as she looked at Sherlock.

He didn't notice.

"Yes, even if it's convenient, some people will go there in turn, and they won't be absent at the same time. Could it be that someone escaped?" She opened her lips slightly, looking surprised.

"Someone..." The cute little girl was so likable that the new black guy almost opened her mouth.

However, the dun dun instruction from the police station made him stop in time.

For other people, any random words can sometimes cause trouble to the case.

Because people love word of mouth.

This little girl had made him an exception.

"I'm Eric, are you...?" He struck up a conversation on business grounds.

Connie knew she would probably want to cry.

#London police station's little sheep#

#Dare you dare to talk to girls in your mind within 5 minutes after she was abducted#

#Simply deserves to be ridiculed by Sherlock for the rest of his life#

"I'm Shanny." The nurse was obviously red-eyed at Sherlock.

# How did she discover such a handsome person? #

#The half-night shift is worthless#

"Go and adjust the monitoring." Sherlock's face darkened.

No clues could be found.

Everything was as clean as those two corpses.

Ten minutes later, a group of people came to the monitoring room of the hospital.

The two bodyguards who were ordered to watch Sherlock did not follow him when Sherlock left the ward—naturally, someone led them away when his order didn't work.

And the police officer who partnered with Eric is said to have gone out to buy coffee not long ago.

So far no one has been seen.

Calculated from the surveillance video, it has been nearly an hour.

Surveillance cameras captured him leaving the hospital gate and never entered again.

At [-]:[-] in the middle of the night, Sherlock came out of the door in his hospital gown, apparently to go to the toilet.

And one minute after he entered the toilet, he came out of the toilet, but he did not go back to the room immediately, but walked to the stairs in the opposite direction, which was already out of the range of the surveillance camera.

And 10 minutes later, he still hadn't appeared in the camera surveillance.

At the same moment Lestrade emerged from the sickroom.

He was in good spirits, looked at the people on both sides of the ward, refused to follow the two police officers, and walked to the same stairway alone.

—He didn't go to the bathroom!

Eric said in amazement: "At that time, the police officer said that he was going to the toilet, and his stomach was not feeling well, so we don't need to wait."

Sherlock nodded: "He received my text message."

"[I]" His eyes narrowed slightly, and he adjusted the monitoring to 20 seconds ago.

In the same scene, a mobile phone suddenly appeared in the trash can on the stairs on the off-duty floor.

"Oh my God!" The security guard on duty couldn't help but exclaimed.

Just because that mobile phone suddenly appeared in the trash can out of thin air, it didn't even have the arc and trajectory of movement.

"Is it possible that someone else tampered with the video?" Eric asked, and was immediately denied by the security guard.

"Impossible, I have been guarding here, and no one has been here. Besides, this is surveillance an hour ago." How could someone have all the evidence within an hour after committing the crime...

Just thinking about it this way made the security guard even more terrified.

The video is fast-forwarding, and Lestrade did not appear again. Not long after, Eric went to the toilet, and when he came back, he happened to meet Connie who opened the door, and then went to the toilet, probably looking for Sherlock and Lestrade, while Connie closed the door.

After about five minutes, Connie opened the door and walked out.

The monitor automatically turns on the infrared function at night, especially the two big men in this ward, one is Mycroft's younger brother and the other is a police officer of the London Police Department. They were attacked not long ago, so this room is almost the most affected. The ward of concern, both for its geographic location and for the location of the monitors.

It is not far from the front desk, and the doctor on duty can be attracted by just making a sound.

Played that video three times back and forth, but Sherlock's frown got deeper and deeper.

Eric walked to the front of the ward by himself, but he seemed to be attacked suddenly, and then fell to the ground-but according to his statement, he was attacked and passed out while he was in the toilet.

This is obviously a great contradiction.

And Connie walked out of the ward by herself.

And when she left the ward, the mobile phone in her hand was put down by herself—rather than falling while struggling.

Everyone watched the video in disbelief, feeling that everything was weird and unreasonable.

But what puzzled Sherlock the most was that this video was indeed not forged.

The reason the girl on duty didn't see Connie was because the doctor on duty just turned around when she walked past the front desk—and she didn't make a sound.

She was wearing slippers, but she didn't make any sound. Even if there was a slight sound of a doctor turning a page in the whole video, there was no sound made by Connie.

Even if she made a little noise at that time, it would attract people's attention.

Surveillance went all the way to the hospital gate.

Connie walked out the door of the hospital and never came back.

And Lestrade had never been out of the hospital.

"Send someone to search the hospital immediately." Sherlock said in a deep voice.

This will be the most interesting case he has encountered so far.

However, his mood was not excited and excited at all.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the fingers of his right hand rubbed his chin, casting an unpleasant feeling from his spine to the top of his head.

The kind of child-like excitement and pure joy after encountering a case can often be easily known from his shining eyes and exhilarating body posture: he is happy.

But, but.

Such an unpleasant feeling.

It's like a layer of lard wrapped in the heart.

In an instant, the appearance of a stupid hamster with a mouth full of mashed potatoes and crying and scorching hot floated up into the memory palace, zooming in until his eyes had nowhere to look.

In less than a second, it was enough to make him unhappy.

#Finally have a fun case#

#The mood is simply unpleasant#

It only took Sherlock three seconds to go from displeasure to realizing displeasure to getting rid of displeasure.

"Gather those little sheep together, or tomorrow you'll all be back in the mud to herd cattle."

The author has something to say: Hey, hey, I'm writing this case in the dark, it's really scary.