[Comprehensive] Curly detective fancy strategy

When Maggie saw Helen's appearance, she couldn't help but a bitter smile curled up on her lips.

Helen has not changed, even though she is suffering, she still has a clear heart.

It was she who had changed, she had been contaminated with too many things that were not worthy of Helen, and she was no longer the little girl who played with Helen back then.

After Helen wiped herself clean, she wrapped her arms around herself and sat down in the corner.

Obviously Maggie lied to her, she had always regarded Maggie as her friend, and now Helen didn't know how to face Maggie, so she fell silent.

Maggie knows Helen well, she understands where her knot is.

When Helen doesn't want to face it or doesn't know how to deal with a matter or person, she will be like this.

But this time Maggie unexpectedly didn't approach Helen to explain anything, she just watched her silently.

Perhaps she should give Helen some space of her own, no matter how this matter was, it could not conceal that her original intention was to kill Sherlock Holmes.

The waiting time is the most difficult, especially when they have no food or water, it is really a torment.

But Helen would not give up, she always insisted that the man she saw would come to save her, and this belief was inexplicably firm in her heart.

Even though she was lying on the ground, dizzy and powerless from hunger and thirst, her fingers were still unconsciously tracing Sherlock's outline.

She sketched Sherlock's face over and over again. Helen didn't know how many times she sketched it, but only in this way could she support her and let her endure.

Maggie's body is used to such a difficult environment, so she is in good condition, and she can last longer than Helen.

It's just that Helen's actions like this, she has witnessed her deep affection for another man, how cruel it is to her!

"Helen, please, rest for a while, don't waste your energy in vain."

Maggie crawled over gently, and she grabbed Helen's hand regardless of how much she was doing, preventing her from using her strength to draw Sherlock's portrait.

Helen no longer had the strength to shake off Maggie's hand, she could only say weakly, "Maggie, leave me."

"No, I will never let you go unless you promise."

Maggie was unexpectedly stubborn this time, she held Helen's hand and did not let go.

Helen had no choice, the two could only continue in this stalemate.

"Do you really believe in Sherlock Holmes like that?"

Seeing Helen who was more stubborn than her, Maggie couldn't help but asked with tears.

Helen didn't have the strength to speak anymore, so she could only slightly nodded to Maggie.

The first time she saw him, she felt that she could trust him, she believed so firmly in her heart.

Seeing Helen's appearance, the tears in Maggie's eyes finally couldn't hold back and dripped down.

Why do other people exist in this world?Wouldn't it be enough to just have her and Helen?

In this way, there will be only them, and they will be together forever, and Helen will only have her in her heart, and there will be no other people.

Seeing that Helen fell into a coma uncontrollably, Maggie inserted her fingers into the wound on her shoulder and dug out the bullet.

Her face remained unchanged, as if she couldn't feel the severe pain.

Maggie took the blood from her wound into her palm, and then carefully fed it to Helen.

Helen didn't even know what she was eating, she just swallowed it instinctively.

"You have to wait, I will wait with you."

Maggie stretched out her hand and gently stroked Helen's hair, staring deeply at her.

On the other hand, Sherlock on the other side is still full of energy without eating, drinking or sleeping for a few days. Who made this great detective be in such a state when he encounters a case he is interested in?

Fortunately, he considered that Helen was different from him, she couldn't persist for such a long time without eating, drinking, and sleeping, so he was already trying to solve the mystery of this secret room as soon as possible.

Helen, you must wait for him!Sherlock's brain was spinning calmly and extremely fast, but his heart was always filled with this idea.

Emotions don't just bring impulsiveness and loss of control, they can also bring people more powerful power.

Sherlock's attention was highly concentrated, filtering all the information he saw.

That's right, it's there, that place is the exit.

Sherlock climbed up quickly, avoiding many traps, and carefully advancing along the route he had planned.

The place on his arm that was scratched by the bullet also spurted blood again, but Sherlock didn't care about it, the pain at this time could only stimulate him to be more energetic.

Suddenly, Maggie's ears moved, she heard something, and quickly woke Helen up.

"Helen, wake up, the Sherlock you were waiting for is here!"

As soon as Helen heard the name Sherlock, Helen's eyes moved immediately, and her lips, which were a little red from Maggie's blood, spoke out his name with difficulty: "Sherlock."

Seeing that Helen had reacted, Maggie continued to say to Helen, "Yes, Sherlock is here, Helen, hold on!"

Helen heard Maggie's words clearly this time, and she finally managed to open her eyes.

In the next second, Helen really saw Sherlock's long face clearly, and Sherlock broke through the wall.

"Helen!" Sherlock immediately rushed over and snatched Helen from Maggie's hand, and hugged her tightly.

"Helen, here I come."

Sherlock's forehead was pressed against Helen's, and his usual indifferent voice was somewhat thankful that he was not late.

"Yes, I've finally waited for you!" Helen also said reassuringly with her eyes closed in Sherlock's arms.

"Hold on a little longer, and I'll take you out."

Sherlock patted Helen's cheek and comforted her softly.

Helen nodded lightly when she heard the words. Although she felt very uncomfortable all over and wanted to fall asleep, she would persevere for Sherlock.

Since Maggie came in, she has been silently standing aside and watching them without speaking.

Only then did she stand up and say to Sherlock in a deep voice, "Mr. Holmes, Helen is in your hands. Please protect her well."

At least this time, Sherlock rescued Helen from his hands, which proved that he was indeed capable of taking good care of Helen and protecting her.

Hearing this, Sherlock glanced at her deeply, and suddenly his eyes froze. After a moment of silence, Sherlock said, "I guarantee it with my life."

After hearing this, Maggie finally smiled at Sherlock for the first time, and then she looked at Helen with nostalgia and said, "Helen, be careful of the woman who appears next to Sherlock, she is extremely dangerous."

After Maggie left this unclear sentence, she pushed the two of them out of the secret room.

"Maggie!" Helen couldn't help shouting.

She suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart, and she had a premonition that she would lose something very important.

Helen wanted to stop it, but it was too late, a raging fire had already burned from the secret room.

The fire was about to spread out soon, and Sherlock quickly rushed out with Helen in his arms.

In the secret room, Maggie lit the place on fire. When she set the fire, the expression on her face was even serene, as if some kind of wish was finally fulfilled.

Amidst the blazing flames, Maggie hummed happily: "Maggie and Helen, they are best friends, each other's best friends."

"They will be the only ones for each other, and they will be together forever. This is just Maggie's delusion, but Helen will be happy, and she will be happy forever!"

It wasn't until the dancing flames gradually devoured Maggie's figure that the humming singing gradually disappeared.

After Sherlock ran out of the house with Helen in his arms, they stopped.

Helen looked behind her, and it was already a sea of ​​flames.

"Maggie!" Helen murmured her name with a choked voice, her eyes widened in disbelief, and tears quickly filled her eye sockets.

Helen opened her mouth, but suddenly she couldn't utter a single syllable, and then she closed her eyes and fell into Sherlock's arms.

"Helen!" Sherlock called out to her worriedly, and he quickly took Helen to the hospital.

Sheflint Prison, "Has she always been like this, has she never come out?"

Looking at Olos in the video, Mycroft asked the surveillance personnel.

"No, she's been playing the violin."

Despite what he said, and the surveillance video showed that it was indeed the case, there was always an indescribable sense of disobedience in Mycroft's heart.

He stared deeply at the figure of Oluos playing the violin with his back turned to him, and his brows could not help but wrinkle deeply.

In the room, Oulos played her violin obsessively, but she sighed softly in her heart: What a pity, she just died like this.

What a miraculous feeling, she didn't take away the woman she loved, and she wanted to see how her dear Sherlock behaved after losing the girl she loved so much!

Moriarty also spilled a glass of red wine on the opposite side of his table, and sighed softly: "To you, partner! You have made a good start for me, and then it's my turn to have fun with my dear Sherlock." It's been a game."

Not long after Sherlock sent Helen to the ward for emergency treatment, Mycroft rushed over.

Because he received a report from his subordinates that Sherlock had been shot, which almost made his heart stop.

"Sherlock." Mycroft walked over quickly, and after looking at Sherlock carefully, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he looked very distressed, and indeed there were bloodstains on his body, there was absolutely nothing serious about it.