novelraw Chapter 116 What the hell is brain damage [11]
Chapter 116 What the hell is brain damage [11]
The two drove to the police station.
In fact, it is a special car pick-up, after all, it is impossible to get a taxi near Holmes' house.
The driver was sent back, and Connie followed Sherlock with the snacks and coffee she had prepared - she didn't have such a fluke and naive idea that she would be able to go home in an hour or so.
No trace of Pauline has been found - which is good news.
Judging from the current situation, no news is better than getting a corpse.
It's just that Lestrade still hopes to use Pauline's charm to make the murderer show mercy.
But Connie felt that when a proud woman like Pauline was taken away, she either cried bitterly and begged to be let go, or she ignorantly and courageously angered the kidnapper. At this time, the danger level almost rose in a straight line.
This is only for ordinary kidnappers, not to mention that this one is likely to have a serious mental illness.
#Really is a sad story#
#However she refused to light wax#
#Heaven and earth cycle retribution unhappy<(￣ˇ￣)/#
When the two arrived at the gate of the police station, it happened that Lestrade went out to meet them. Several people met at the gate, and Lestrade looked very depressed.
"It's finally here. I have a headache. There is no news yet. The director is about to chop off my head." Lestrade said that his words were no exaggeration.
The sky is big and the earth is big, human life and face are the biggest.
Connie patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, Lace, with Sherlock here, we will definitely find the murderer!"
Lestrade was somewhat comforted.
"Thank you"
But Sherlock understood Connie's implication.
Finding the killer doesn't = Pauline is fine.
This is not covered by his guarantee.
To be honest, he once thought that Connie would be soft-hearted. Although he felt that it was necessary to cultivate her heart so that she could adapt to the rules of this world, he had to say that her temperament satisfied him, and she looked Handled well.
#Connie knows probably hehe#
#Interpersonal handling of what she is not bad enough to be better than Sherlock#
"Okay, then let's go in quickly. The forensic team searched Pauline's house inside and out. So far, no fingerprints of anyone other than Pauline have been obtained. I don't know what happened to Pauline in the closed door. Got out, do you have a clue?" Lestrade followed Sherlock into the police station quickly.
There were still people coming and going in the hall.
Because a member of the police station was kidnapped, which is related to the prestige of the police station among the people, more than 80.00% of the officers have turned on the duty mode.
Until the murderer is found, no one dares to relax.
On the smooth marble floor, Jasmine came up from the stairs, and several people met their eyes on both sides of the hall. The white coats were still very recognizable in the black police uniform.
Connie actually didn't expect this scene, because as the two gradually walked in, some white dust fell from the ceiling.
She didn't know what it was, but the shreds of confetti that floated down quickly made her face change.
Because the year printed on the pieces of broken paper scraps let her see at a glance that it was the newspaper that Sherlock would read every morning for breakfast.
Broken, crumpled, large and small newspapers fell down in large pieces after the shredded paper.
Jasmine ran towards Sherlock happily, she didn't even notice the strange atmosphere in the air.
A white coat ran across the wide hall and the debris in the sky, with the purest joy in his eyes.
And in the kicking footsteps, Connie's pupils suddenly dilated.
"Bang!" A loud noise.
There was a bright blood red on the white coat.
Everything was in slow motion, completed in Connie's pupils, and like a dream, the whole process was completed in an instant.
No one expected this moment, including Sherlock.
"Jasmine!" Connie exclaimed, and the food box fell to the ground.
But she was suddenly pulled back by Sherlock: "Don't move."
He turned around, raised his head, and saw everything in his eyes.
Connie quickly took out her phone and called the emergency number.
The police officers who heard the gunfire rushed over and formed a crowd. Hoh Xili, who ran up the stairs, saw Jasmine who fell to the ground, and panic appeared on her face. Everything was like a silent movie.
Connie seemed to see the disbelief in Jasmine's eyes.
Obviously, they were separated by several meters.
"Sherlock!" Connie called him, crying in her voice.
"Get out of the way! Give her enough fresh air!" Ke Kexili's voice was as cold as a millennium's frost. She knelt beside Jasmine and was giving him this emergency rescue measure.
Connie rushed over with a stride.
"Help me press her wound, and I'll get the first-aid kit!" As soon as Ke Kexili ordered, Connie knelt down and pressed Jasmine's chest firmly.
Her half-open eyes seemed to be a little distracted.
Ke Kexili glanced at Connie, then turned and ran downstairs.
"Jasmine, Jasmine? Don't sleep, stay awake, the ambulance will be here soon!" Connie was talking to her while pressing on her wound, keeping her consciousness clear.
Thanks for the timely call, London is not blocked at this time.
The ambulance arrived within 10 minutes.
Ke Kexili accompanied Jasmine into the ambulance, and even praised Connie before leaving.
She looked at the ambulance leaving, and her hands covered in blood.
It was a trance.
It turned out that it was different.
Chickens, ducks, fish and people, strangers and acquaintances, these feelings are all different. She saw that the dead people may not have the same feeling today, watching Jasmine being shot, the blood in the body is draining, and the vitality is passing away step by step. The fear came deep.
"You did a good job." A big hand comforted the top of her head.
Connie looked at him, and there seemed to be shadows in her eyes.
"She seems very sad." Not tight is a physical hand injury.
And the moment the sweetheart saw her being shot, that expression could almost be called indifference.
No, maybe he didn't care, but rationally chose to catch the murderer at that moment.
Because you don't like it, you don't panic.
Molly was very clever, and she saw it, so she was very sad.
But the sadness is indescribable.
Few people even know her little thoughts about Sherlock.
The heart beat like a drum.
The bright red palm touched her mouth, listening to the pounding heartbeat, Connie was silent for a long time.
Behind her, Sherlock just stood there with her.
"It's okay, she is a very lucky person, she will be fine." Finally, Connie spit out such a sentence, as if she had packed up all her emotions in an instant, and returned to that kind and optimistic person. Child.
Only she knew that there seemed to be a gap somewhere in her heart.
People are always changing.
Sherlock stared at her, but said nothing.
"Let's go in. Only by catching the murderer can we do justice to Jasmine!"
"Okay." He responded and walked behind Connie.
the first time.
walk behind a person.
It's a pity that the people in the police station no longer have the energy to pay attention to such things.
The blood on the hall was still shocking.
Wrinkled newspapers also covered the entire hall.
And among so many people, none of them noticed that something was wrong.
Lestrade put the poem on the board: "Now not only Pauline is missing, but even the forensic doctor Jasmine has been shot. We must gather the strength of the police station and arrest the murderer!"
The crowd answered yes forcefully, and their arrogance shook the sky.
Even under Lestrade's passionate words, some people who usually hate Sherlock took the initiative to apologize to him, as long as they can catch the murderer, they will be on call.
It seems that Scotland Yard still has some loyal men!
Connie was accompanied by a female police officer to get disinfectant and wash her hands.
Seeing the blood on her hands being washed away little by little, her mood gradually calmed down.
"Do you have any clues now?" Probably because Connie was more calm than ordinary children, and because she was with Sherlock, the female police officer would naturally ask some questions.
It's just that the candy guide was taken out at the beginning.
Connie didn't refuse, she urgently needed a sugar supplement to suppress her shock.
"I'm not very clear, Sherlock didn't say anything, but I think he should have some clues, thank you sister for the sugar (＾－＾)."
"You're welcome."
With a lollipop in her mouth, Connie went to the office.
Sherlock, Lestrade and several young backbones of the police station are waiting for orders in the office.
Connie sat quietly and listened.
At hand is the food box that was picked up and given to her by others.
"Do you have any clues about the escape from the secret room?" Lestrade asked their biggest question.
Sherlock tapped the table with his fingertips: "There has never been a secret room in this world that died or disappeared mysteriously, either a mechanism or a secret passage."
"But to sum it up, it's an institution."
Connie thought of an episode of Conan for a moment, as if there was such a mechanism that could create the illusion of a secret room after killing someone.
As for the secret passage, she felt that Sherlock would always discover it.
From this point of view, Sherlock must have found some substantial evidence in Pauline's house.
"So Pauline's house has a secret passage?" Lestrade was at a loss.
Sherlock chuckled lightly: "Not really stupid."
Connie who had just guessed in her heart that it was an organ: ...
"But the group has searched inside and out, and there is no possibility..."
"Are you sure you've searched it all? Think carefully before you say big things." Sherlock interrupted him impatiently: "BED.TI'SBED."
Lestrade was taken aback, and subconsciously replied, "Impossible!"
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