novelraw Chapter 118 What the hell is brain damage [13]
Chapter 118 What the hell is brain damage [13]
After going to Pauline's house, Connie really realized the fact that she had become smarter.
#Of course I also want to thank Lestrade for the comparison=￣ω￣=#
#No comparison, no secret joy=￣ω￣=#
People always like to make simple things complicated. Connie thought maybe because her body is still a child, her brain is not yet fully developed physically, but her soul is a humble and motivated young man... so It's like a high-quality blank paper, and the person who holds the paintbrush happens to be Sherlock Holmes.
Anyway, glad she's smarter! (>^ω^<)! ~
After leaving Pauline's house, several people turned back to the hospital.
Jasmine just finished the operation, but fortunately, the rescue was timely, and the blood loss has not yet reached the level of life-threatening.
"Patients need a quiet environment for self-cultivation, and it is best to keep quiet when visiting." The nurse gave the same advice as usual when receiving the three of them, but got Connie's very solemn promise and apology. Suddenly feel itchy palms.
Connie walked into the room quietly. Jasmine should be sleeping at this time, the effect of the anesthetic has not faded, her expression looks very peaceful.
But the pale lips still showed her weakness.
Lestrade felt a little guilty on the side, Connie patted him and left the ward.
"Sherlock, don't you go in and take a look?" He sat upright on the chair at the door of the ward, his eyes closed as if he was thinking about something.
"She's all right." He opened his eyes and looked at Connie.
"Well, it's all right, so why don't you go in and see her?" She didn't know why.
"The patient needs to rest in peace." He glanced at the ward, "Go back when you're done."
Seeing him get up, Connie said, "Don't you wait for Lace?"
"Not on the way, he has a car."
"Oh……"
"I really don't want to go, maybe she wants to see you..." Connie hesitated, and followed Sherlock.
He didn't hesitate at all: "No need."
His staying away is the best protection.
Connie felt a little strange for no reason.
"May I ask why?" After getting into the taxi, Connie still asked Sherlock, not sure what he was thinking.
Sherlock turned his head to look at her, pupils like a sea of silence.
For the rare time, Connie met his gaze without flinching.
"Because the murderer took her as my weakness." To explain it simply, it is a temptation.
Connie hadn't expected that to be the answer.
She was stunned, and it was understandable when she thought about it. Although the relationship between Sherlock and Jasmine is still very vague, but life... I don't know when it will be enlightened. Although the weaknesses may be exaggerated, but Sherlock always cared about Jasmine, so it might not be possible for the murderer to spot it...
So Sherlock purposely suppressed his desire in order to protect the girl in his heart, and never saw her! ?
And in the lobby of the police station, Sherlock must have known that someone was watching him!
That's why I suppressed my worry and didn't go forward to help Jasmine!
This is all love!
For a moment, Connie was moved by her own imagination.
But Sherlock looks cold, but his heart is still kind and soft. She has lived with her for so long, and she knows it well.
For a moment, Connie looked at Sherlock with emotion and admiration.
Infatuated men are likable.
A man who is infatuated and endures humiliation is simply too high!
#I didn’t expect Sherlock to show his love so deeply#
#Sure enough, she does not conceal her true detective qualities! #
"What are you doing?" Sherlock frowned, looking at Connie who suddenly became excited.
"It's nothing." Since she was so low-key, she accidentally discovered the truth, as a family member, she should follow her own wishes.
But Connie couldn't help it, she looked back at him and said, "Sherlock, you're so kind."
He raised his eyebrows and looked at Connie as if you were nervous: "I know."
Pfft so arrogant.
It was already late at night when the two returned home.
Bruce has been waiting for the two to come back, and the two have gone to many other places in a twists and turns day.
For example, in the streets and alleys, such as the streets near the London Police Station, lunch and dinner are all bought a hamburger, and Sherlock didn't eat anything.
But the tired Connie couldn't think of this anymore.
When she stepped into the house, she just wanted to sleep peacefully to death.
"How is it, Connie?"
"It was a very fulfilling day, Grandpa Bruce." Connie forced a smile on her face, smiled brightly at Bruce, and fell asleep on the bed as soon as she entered the room.
On the contrary, Sherlock was sleepless all night.
The walls that had been emptied were successively pasted with notes and marked.
Jasmine was injured and hospitalized, Pauline's whereabouts remained a mystery, and everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department was at risk.
The next day, Sherlock still went out before dawn.
This time, to everyone's horror, he never appeared again.
Connie, who called Sherlock in the evening, finally called Lestrade after another one went unanswered.
In the past, even if Sherlock was busy with a case, he would always reply to her a text message, with intervals ranging from an hour to a day, but she made several calls today, but he didn't answer or press them down.
Lestrade answered the phone, and Connie was alarmed by the news.
Sherlock who left early in the morning never went to the police station!
"Where did he go?" Connie asked in panic.
Lestrade was not as worried as she was: "Don't worry, he probably found a clue and didn't care about you for a while, and he will come back when he has had enough fun."
Connie was hung up by Lestrade, and for the first time in her life, she felt a little angry at his personality.
Sherlock loves solving mysteries, but it's not just about playing.
After thinking about it, she felt that maybe she was making a fuss out of a molehill, but the uneasiness in her heart was getting heavier and heavier.
"Grandpa Bruce, can you call Mycroft and let him see where Sherlock is? I always have a bad feeling." Bruce didn't refuse when he heard it, although according to the young master's temperament, it was quite It's a normal thing, but during this period of time, Sherlock has obviously changed. Not to mention anything else, he always goes home every day, and if he doesn't reply, he will send a text message to say something. Suddenly he has no contact for a whole day. I also feel uncomfortable.
And Connie was so worried, although he felt that it was a bit of a fuss, but he would not refuse Connie's request.
And when Mycroft got through the phone, the first sentence scared the old and the young.
"I was about to call you, Sherlock? Why didn't you answer my call?"
"And I've located his location at the Goddess Dam all along. What is he doing there?"
The expressions of the two became terrified at the same time.
Connie swallowed nervously: "How long has he been there?"
"It's been several hours... not much to say, I still have a meeting to be held here, you find him and ask him to call me back."
After speaking, he hung up the phone.
The beeping sound was on the other end of the phone, and Connie and Bruce glanced at each other.
"Go and see?"
The sun was setting, and both of them felt a little uneasy.
Bruce immediately ordered a car: "Let's go and have a look."
"Sherlock, you're at Golds Dam? Came for you for me and Bruce, we're a little worried about you..." - Connie.
A text message was sent to Sherlock, and Connie and Bruce were on their way in a car.
Under the gradually darkening sky.
The sound of gurgling water echoed around the dilapidated warehouse.
It's very windy here.
Her curly hair was blown messy.
A man was sitting on a chair, his eyes were clear, his hands and feet were tied to the chair, his whole body was injected with muscle softening medicine, and he was completely weak.
But he can still sit with that perseverance.
The long-haired man on one side is sharpening a knife.
The BlackBerry was on the side, lighting on and on, flashing the same name over and over again.
The last time it lit up, the word made the long-haired man smile: "Look, your little lover is coming to see you, are you happy?"
"Maybe, this time, we can play a good game?" He stroked the knife in his hand, the sharp blade cut his finger, and he put the donated blood into his mouth with a look of obsession.
On that old and ugly face, a bloody and crazy smile gradually revealed.
"You can't afford to lose." Sherlock replied mockingly.
He didn't gag him.
An exquisite hourglass was brought to Sherlock's feet by the long-haired man: "Come on, let me see your potential, as long as you can untie the rope within the specified time, I will let go of one of them - Connie, Or Bruce?"
Sherlock glanced at Pauline who was unconscious on the counter: "Oh? Then I choose her?"
The long-haired man grabbed his neck violently: "I advise you, follow my rules of the game, OK?"
The smell of blood in his mouth was particularly strong.
"Of course, if you think this game is too simple, maybe we can add some chips?" He clapped his hands, and a man with a white mask pushed an operating table in.
Lying on it was a woman with a pale face, her golden hair looked particularly dazzling in the setting sun, but she looked extremely fragile.
"Look, isn't this more interesting?" He laughed wildly, and stroked the eyelids of the woman lying on the operating table with his cold fingers.
"Look, her eyelids are trembling, she just can't move now. But her consciousness is still clear, so, you have to make a good choice~" He pinched Jasmine's chin frantically and bloodthirstyly, and looked at Sherlock.
Under his indifferent gaze, he snorted coldly, and shook Jasmine's chin unwillingly.
He didn't believe that when the little girl arrived, he would still be so calm.
Their game is still very long...
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