novelraw Chapter 120 What the hell is brain damage [15]
Chapter 120 What the hell is brain damage [15]
"It's time, your choice?"
The demon pressed the stopwatch and questioned the mortal he was playing with.
He considers himself a demon, always in control of everything.
Connie woke up in the cold wind.
In fact, she didn't faint from the pain to the point of being completely unconscious, but she was so dizzy that it was difficult to estimate the reaction of the outside world and her own actions.
It's like drinking a big bowl of mixed Erguotou, and the whole body is limp.
Slowed down, and when the cold wind blew, her consciousness suddenly came back.
It can only be said that the hair that was blown on her face by the wind still made her uncomfortable.
However, nothing could be more uncomfortable than seeing Jasmine lying beside her when she turned her head.
Her face was as pale as a dead person, if it wasn't for her warm body temperature to show that she was still alive.
Just as she was about to gasp, she suddenly remembered her current situation, and suppressed the breath that came out of her throat.
"The time is up, who is your choice? If you don't choose, then it's up to me..." It was that perverted voice.
Connie raised her head slightly, and saw the lunatic who was facing her back. He had long hair and shawls, looked messy, and his clothes were very worn out, giving him the feeling of a sewer rat.
choose?
What choice?
"Then start with the nearest one, I don't care anyway." An indifferent voice came from in front of him, Bill turned sideways, and Connie met Sherlock's eyes.
Seeing that Bill was about to turn over, she immediately lay down and relaxed, closing her eyes.
Perhaps it was unexpected that a little girl like Connie would wake up so quickly after being beaten so badly, Bill didn't pay attention to her at all.
"This stupid and weak woman? Tsk... Sherlock, I really didn't expect that you would be such a person. I thought that even if you were ruthless, at least you would save the child first, and she would still be with you The children who live together..."
Sherlock glanced at Connie's calm and unwavering smile, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "In any war, there must always be a chess piece that leads the battle." He said it as a matter of course, as if he had no intention of sacrificing others.
Bill suddenly smiled happily: "I know."
Sherlock looked at him: "I know you do too."
Listening to this conversation, Connie finally figured out what the choice she heard when she woke up meant something.
Just use Pauline as a pawn to lead the battle?
"Then, next, the game will officially begin, my enemy." Bill's crazy and proud voice sounded.
Connie suddenly understood: the three of them are chips in the game.
But she felt that Sherlock must have other plans.
Leaving aside whether he is kind or not, with his character, being forced to choose - this is not a pleasant thing.
"Don't think about saving them. You can save one, but you can't save the second and third." Connie heard the sound of footsteps going away, took a sneak peek, and found that Bill seemed to be untying Sherlock, swallowing it secretly. Drooled.
No idea where they were going to play the game, maybe she could sneak Molly and Pauline out after the two of them left here?
I don't know if Grandpa Bruce woke up.
Connie closed her eyes, considering whether the strategy was feasible or not.
Sherlock already knew she was awake, maybe he would distract this lunatic?
But—Sherlock hadn't cooperated with Connie's own plans at all.
Almost instantly, Connie felt herself being hugged.
But she had no time to panic.
Because of the familiar smell, she knew who it was as soon as she smelled it.
Not to mention the familiar face she saw as soon as she opened her eyes.
She turned around in surprise and saw Bill running after them.
"Sherlock!" You're crazy!
Although she didn't have the guts to say that in person, Connie still used her eyes!
expressed this meaning.
"Quiet, you are too heavy."
"..."
#Sherlock ran away with her in his arms#
Not to mention the mad dog chasing after her, she was shocked enough by now.
What the hell is going on in this world?
"Damn! Crazy!" Bill behind him cursed, as if he was about to stop.
Sherlock turned back and chuckled: "I told you, I only need to save one."
The implication is that other chess pieces are not as important as the one in my arms.
Connie suddenly felt that Bill's hot gaze was on her again, as if he was staring at prey.
She buried herself in Sherlock's chest in despair.
Leaving aside how Bill hated her, she no longer dared to imagine Jasmine's reaction...
As soon as Sherlock's words fell, Bill seemed to be filled with chicken blood again, and Sherlock turned around and ran with Connie in his arms.
only--
"Sherlock, why do you want to run to the roof?" This is death!
Sherlock motioned her to look down. Bruce was pushing the iron cart a long way out of the warehouse and now he was taking Pauline and Molly out with the taxi driver.
Connie exclaimed in surprise: "So you've already made up your mind!"
Let's just say that Sherlock wouldn't do something like pick her up and run away!
Sherlock rubbed her head and put her on the ground: "But with me, you may not be able to escape."
Connie froze for a moment, seeing his half-smile, hehe: "No way, you must have a way to beat that lunatic."
"Heh...well, Mycroft is on his way." Originally alone, he might play with this person, but he was the one who broke the rules of the game first.
Connie nodded: "If McCoff sends someone, there should be no problem." After all, he is the director of an important government agency, and he should not have too many agents and heavy weapons.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes: "Don't complain that I brought you?"
Connie shook her head: "Actually, it's reasonable. After all, I'm much lighter among the three of you..." This is the truth. Connie is only about 120 to [-] pounds, and Jasmine and Pauline, although they don't look fat, are tall. Everywhere, the [-] mark has been broken.
Sherlock looked at her silently, raising an eyebrow.
"But you said I was heavy just now, it's too much." Connie pursed her lips.
Footsteps have already stepped onto the roof.
Both of them turned to look at the person coming.
Bill came up, out of breath.
Connie gave him a disdainful look: "It's really..."
Speaking of which, Bill is not young anymore, how did she get tricked before?
However, his strength doesn't seem to be small, but now he looks like a very old man who is dying.
"He has mild asthma." Sherlock's clear voice sounded.
Connie gave Bill a surprised look.
#Have Asthma and still enjoy killing so much#
#Sure enough, you are committing a crime with your life#
#Are criminals these days so passionate about life#
Connie looked up at the dark sky, and nervously grabbed Sherlock's clothes.
Why isn't Mycroft here yet...