When Connie woke up, she felt like she had slept for a long time.

The white expanse in front of her eyes blurred so that she couldn't see clearly.

She wouldn't have slept for days, would she?

She moved, her whole body was sore, and then, she seemed to see red dots flickering in front of her, and she heard the voices of many people between her breaths.

With noise and anxiety, and a hint of excitement.

Where is she? Hospitals?

"She's awake."

"Oh my God, this is a miracle."

"Quick, notify the boss."

"Give her a full check-up right away."

Connie only felt as if she was in a precarious state, blinded by the dazzling light, but she wanted to raise her hand to cover it, but her whole body was weak.

It feels like I can only move my fingers.

In her chest, the rate of her heart suddenly became faster, and it was an inexplicable uneasiness.

"The heart beats too fast, give her a tranquilizer, and then hang a nutrient solution into it." In a gentle male voice, Connie fell asleep again.

When Mycroft received the news, he was talking to John about spying on his brother.

Over the past few years, Sherlock has become more and more playful with his life, and to be honest, he is very worried about when he will overplay and he will not be able to clean up.

This retired soldier, who appeared for only one day and became his assistant, gave him hope.

Then, Mr. Watson refused—to his surprise.

“sir！” Helen's anxious voice gave him enough attention.

“she\'saake.” She said so.

For a long time, he couldn't accept it.

“saythatagain？”

Helen calmed her voice and tried to calm herself down: "

Mycroft felt his hands tremble a little.

"Go back." In the middle of the night, he took the handle of the black umbrella and walked into the black car.

Helen looked at John, "Let's go, Mr. Watson, I'll send you back."

"Oh... Good. Watson was stunned and followed Helen into the car.

Looking at the scenery flying by outside the car window, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Who is she?"

Helen glanced at him, but didn't laugh as much as she had before.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Watson didn't ask much, turned his head out the car window and quietly looked at the scenery.

In the base, which had been completely renovated, McCroft hurried to the room.

"How is she?"

The attending researcher held the report: "After she woke up, all her body values had returned to normal, but it took some time to recover because she had been lying in bed for a long time due to malnutrition and muscle atrophy."

Mycroft nodded, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

"When will she wake up?"

"An hour later."

221b doorway.

Helen put Watson down and drove away.

Watson walked up the stairs and saw Sherlock lying on the couch.

"What are you doing?"

"Think."

"So what's the urgency to call me back? Do you have a clue? ”

“ell… Can I borrow your phone? ”

Watson pulled out his phone.

"Don't give it to me, I have a number on my desk, you can send a text to it."

Watson raised an eyebrow: "So, the urgent thing you called me back to do was to send a text message?"

Sherlock didn't speak, but his expression said it all.

Watson suddenly understood why Sherlock had no friends.

He walked over to the table and began to pronounce Sherlock's words.

"Speaking of which, I met a friend of yours." Watson spoke.

Sherlock's response was somewhat surprised and ridiculous: "Friend?" It was as if the next word that popped out of his mouth was ridiculous.

Watson paused, remembering the man's statement, "Well, he said he was your mortal enemy."

Sherlock suddenly turned his head to look at Watson, who was standing by the window, "Did he pay you to spy on me?"

Watson nodded, "I refused."

Sherlock turned his head back again.

"But it's also strange to say that the man was still threatening me, but he immediately withdrew as if he received some news...... It seems to be some kind of female ......."

"SMS! Watson. Sherlock urged impatiently.

"However, you should take it, and we can divide it equally, without being stupid to refuse." Sherlock said.

The interrupted Watson sighed helplessly, no longer understanding Sherlock's brain circuits.

Isn't it true that ordinary people should be very angry when they hear this?

"Let's go." Sherlock suddenly jumped up from the couch.

Watson was taken aback: "Where to go?"

"Find the murderer."

Watson was surprised: "Do you know where the murderer is?"

Sherlock raised the dead man's cell phone in his hand, showing the caller.

"Isn't he panicking?" He picked up his trench coat and went downstairs, and John hurriedly followed.

The night is getting darker.

Connie woke up in a groggy sleep.

"How does it feel?"

Connie looked at Mycroft's excited and gentle face and was stunned.

This kind of McCroft is really not used to it.

#以及为什么感觉他忽然间苍老了很多? Even with a hairline, it's a lot higher......#

"Mycrof?" She struggled to spit out those three words, feeling her throat tight.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Remember the explosion?" Mycroft sat down next to you Connie.

Connie thought for a moment, remembering the odd woman.

"What happened?"

"You suddenly disappeared from your room, and then we found you in a small town on the edge of London, and you were in a coma, do you remember?"

Connie nodded: "I remember, I just thought it was dark in front of me, and I appeared on a bush with a strange girl pressed on my body. ”

Mycroft was stunned, remembering the blonde girl the two riders had spoken of.

"Blonde?"

Connie nodded, "Yes, how is she now?" ”

Mycroft smiled and then turned serious: "I think I have to explain the situation to you."

“ydear.”

"And, I'm really sorry."

Connie smiled: "Five years? Are you kidding McCroft? ”

She chuckled dryly, but Mycroft's face remained serious. Her face turned pale suddenly.

Mycroft took the mirror that someone from outside had brought in and put it in front of Connie, "Look, you're all grown up."

Connie stared blankly at herself in the mirror, exactly the same as in her previous life, but her face was very pale, so pale that she could almost see the bloodshot under her skin.

She trembled and grabbed the corner of Mycroft's coat, and her voice sobbed, "What the hell is going on?" 166 Reading Network