[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"How the hell did this go back? What the hell."

"Yeah, despite being missing, Tom was dumped in the trash can across the alley, and it looks like it's..."

The two on-site police officers in the police station put a yellow line on the periphery of the safe area, and almost the entire hospital was wrapped up.

There was a slight fear on the whispering face.

People are always curious and fearful of the unknown, and the two police officers who arrived first also watched the video first, and they also asked Eric at the same time, which made them big and did not understand. What eggs do a lot of damage with brains.

What's more pitiful is that Tom who seems to have inhaled some unknown substance in a coma in the garbage dump-Eric's supper partner.

Such a short time is enough for Sherlock to inspect the whole hospital.

He didn't even miss the toilet and the storage room, and looked carefully at every one.

You must know that he always only looks at corpses, so he won't waste time in these useless places.

#But since he can't get useful information from the body#

#Add Lestrade that fellow did not leave the hospital but still disappeared#

The disappearance of the fattest little sheep and his housekeeper, Connie Hudson, was considered by Sherlock as a provocation to him, and all this was caused by someone stealing his mobile phone and sending text messages to Lestrade.

Self-blame is of course out of the question.

But his authority was severely challenged.

Squinting his eyes, Sherlock came out of the last women's bathroom, still not getting any slight clues.

"Sherlock." Late at night and early in the morning, the chief of police arrived late.

He didn't wait until the next morning to hold a meeting, so he was considered a more responsible person in charge of the police station.

After all, the news that the sheriff was kidnapped was more harmful than the hostages, and it was the reputation of the Metropolitan Police Department.

So even though he didn't like Sherlock very much on weekdays, the director still asked in a good voice.

#So Lestrade knows Sherlock's true identity but his immediate boss doesn't know about it#

#It’s really wrong, there’s wood there#

"...The Metropolitan Police will do their best to help you. All the police officers will follow your orders. We must find out the truth as soon as possible! These little people must not be let go!" A declaration that is enough to make all young people's blood boil Afterwards, the director finally stated his central goal.

It's a pity that Sherlock was unmoved.

He took off his shirt in the ward, put on his clothes one by one, put on his coat and scarf, took a sip of the cold coffee with a cup beside him.

"Eric, let him come with me." Sherlock just turned around and said this, and walked out of the room.

Passing by Tom's ward, he went in for a few glances.

There are bruises on the face from a stoning, but the coma is from an overdose of diamorphine.

His right hand opened his right eyelid, Sherlock looked at the normal eye, and paused to open his left eyelid.

One eye is clear, the other eye is chaotic.

The nurse said he was fine.

Nothing serious.

He moved his nose and raised his eyebrows: He was obviously injected with a high concentration of drugs, so how could he be fine?

Nervous but not addictive?

It has to be said that this discovery caught Sherlock's attention.

How to damage people's nerves - through the intensity of sex without causing people's addiction?

As far as he knew no one in the world could do it, not even himself.

After a while, the door of the ward was closed, leaving only the sound of the air conditioner in the room.

And Connie, after walking out of that hospital, woke up.

She wanted to break free of those hands and run back to the hospital, or yell.

But what came oncoming was a huge black cloth.

She was just tied up and thrown into the car.

"What about people?"

"in."

The short conversation quieted her down instantly.

inside.

Inside.

A simple word made her silent for an instant.

Because she recognized the owner of the voice, Lestrade.

Why did Lestrade tie her up?

What about the skeleton-like man?

#Don't ask her why she heard it#

#Anyway, I have known each other for so long#

#There are only four people in daily life#

While keeping quiet, Connie was immersed in her own world, inevitably a little sad.

Lace, who has always been optimistic and sunny, turned out to be dirtycop.

#This baby is not in a beautiful mood#

"Dizzy?" A question came out of nowhere during the calm journey.

It was the voice of a strange man.

Connie's attention was all focused.

"Hmm." After a while, a calm male voice replied, but it was not difficult to recognize that it was Lestrade's voice.

Connie was silent, and a strange feeling appeared in her heart.

Is there something hidden?

Lestrade is leading him into the enemy's interior?

After all, she struggled quite a bit just now, and she was tired of struggling so she gave up resisting, and then she was too shocked by Lestrade's voice, so she forgot to act... Finally, she calmed down and prepared to remember her way quietly.

Life is full of twists and turns.

Connie took a deep breath, not daring to make too much noise, but tried to keep her breathing steady.

After a while of silence, the car began to talk.

"It's just the two of us now." It was the strange man.

"I know." The man said in a deep, heavy voice.

"Aren't you in a hurry?"

"It's not you, and it's not me. Then..." Lestrade took a deep breath, as if he had picked up something and was flipping through it.

Connie took a light breath and focused on listening to what he had to say, but Lestrade kept silent.

She squinted in frustration and lay in the dark.

What can you hear in this conversation?

What is not yours, not mine, and not haunted, why are you so mysterious?

Suddenly, thinking of something, Connie straightened up and sat up.

"it's me."

The two people in front were obviously taken aback by her.

The black cloth bag was not tied tightly, and Connie looked like a black shadow when she sat up. On the dark bus road, she really surprised the two big men.

The man was driving when he was suddenly startled by the black figure behind him.

So the moment the black cloth fell, what Connie saw was the oncoming weeds.

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