"Found them!" Once ashore, it was much easier to find an organization.

Connie and Sherlock walked along the harbor and were spotted by a police officer in a short time.

Connie's little face was pale to see Kevin and Espoo rushing over, and with anxiety on her face, she finally relaxed and collapsed.

She thought that Sherlock, who was naked* and still pulling her up in the water, was probably worse, so she kept holding on, and now she saw her own people, but she couldn't hold on.

When I woke up again, my eyes were full of whiteness.

It's a hospital again, and she really has a relationship with the hospital.

Swallowing his saliva, his dry lips opened slightly, and a muffled snort came out of his throat with a hoarse magnetism, and immediately warm water flowed into his mouth, and Connie drank it one by one, and it took a while to recover.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Alex's gentle eyebrows.

“alex。” Connie snorted, seeing the obvious joy and worry in her eyes.

"I'm fine." Connie laughed and half-sat up, only to see Alex pull the quilt and wrap her in balls.

The heating in the house was turned on sufficiently, and when I fell asleep, I felt dry, and when I woke up, I felt a little more hot.

"I'm not ......cold," she said with a little crying and laughing.

Alex lowered his face: "Then you have to wrap it up, do you know that you almost died of hypothermia." ”

Thinking of how she felt at that time, Connie smiled: "Isn't this alive?" Although she was almost numb from the freeze at that time.

Alex looked like he was going to have a good lecture, and Connie's scalp was numb and she hurriedly asked, "What about Sherlock?" Is he okay? ”

"He's fine." Alex continued: "I really doubt if he did it by chance, he stayed under the water at such a low temperature for so long, and he didn't even do anything at all." ”

Hearing this, Connie was also relieved: "It's okay, I'm afraid of dragging him back." "I didn't expect Sherlock, who is not good at sports, to be so good at swimming......

Alex snorted twice and asked, "But what happened?" Dad and Beckett don't say anything......"

Connie wondered, "Sherlock didn't say that?" ”

Alex looked depressed: "They kept their mouths shut and pretended they didn't have anything, but I just didn't think something was right......"

Thinking of the location of the explosion, Connie had a strange expression: "Is the Statue of Liberty okay?" ”

"It's okay, why do you ask?"

The bottom is all collapsed, how can the top still hold on?

Connie let out a long sigh, forget it, the bomber hacked Sherlock, and his death is not far off, since it's okay, there is no need to think about it, it's just Lestrade......

"Any news about Officer Lestrade?"

Speaking of which, Alex was clearly even more depressed.

"No, Beckett only got a portrait of you when they arrived at the Empire State Building, and then Beckett seems to have received a text message from Sherlock and rushed to the Statue of Liberty...... Then you were saved, and you didn't hear anything from the criminal, and because the chamber was blown to pieces, they didn't hear anything at all. As he spoke, Alex looked at the door and lowered his voice in Connie's ear: "I heard Dad say that the Security Bureau really lost a missile, and it is the latest electronic missile that can be controlled remotely, but whether it is the one that surfaced after the bombing of the secret room or the one in the Empire State Building, it is all fake, and the bomber copied it according to the real thing!" ”

Connie gasped: "Imitation? How can I listen to you, or is it a bomb that can really explode? ”

Remembering what Sherlock said was false, she thought it meant that the missile wouldn't blow up!

Alex nodded: "The bomb finally exploded not because of the so-called password entered, because the missile was remotely controlled by electronics at all." The timekeepers are already researching it, but without the code set by the owner, it is basically impossible to decipher......"

So now, is it in the face of three missiles!?

Although two of them are pirated...... But it's even more unsettling!

So did that bomber shoot a golden finger? One person is still holding a missile and copying it!?

Shouldn't this kind of thing be a group of people who have struggled for years to make a rhythm?

One person casually copied two, and those experts didn't want to live!

"About those two pirated ...... What did Sherlock say? ”

Alex shook his head hesitantly, "He just said that it was fake. ”

Connie reviewed what he had said again, and since he decided that it was a fake missile and that it wouldn't explode, did he see through the bomber's plan early on?

After a few moments, Connie sorted out the logical order of the language and put the matter aside.

Sherlock's words had never been taken literally, and she blamed herself for being stupid for not being able to learn well for so long.

Connie was a little sleepy after answering such a question, but before she could speak, Alex came to feed her with the porridge in the thermos flask.

Shrimp porridge with a light aroma that is mouth-watering.

Connie touched her flat stomach and drank it clean with Alex's feeding.

"This is what you did? It's delicious! She took the last sip of contentedness, took the tissue she had brought and wiped it, and fell asleep again.

Alex looked at her sleeping with the bowl in his hand, sighed deeply, and then wrapped the cup around her in a thick circle before exiting the room.

Sherlock was seen standing outside the door with a coat and a handle on it.

She frowned, "Sherlock, the doctor said that your body needs to be well rested in bed now due to the effects of excessive hypothermia. ”

"Where's Connie?" He asked expressionlessly.

Alex glanced at the door, "She's just asleep." ”

Staring at his unwavering eyes, Alex said with some anger, "Connie is still a child, and I hope that the next time Mr. goes on an adventure, he can consider her age and safety." As for Sherlock taking Connie to the secret room under the statue of the goddess alone, Alex felt that even his own father had never been so unreliable.

But apparently, Alex's words had no effect on Sherlock.

He glanced at the door a few times, then turned to leave.

The two of them were only two rooms apart.

Alex looked at his back, and for some reason he saw a little cold.

When I looked at it, I felt lonely and cold.

Sighing, she picked up the half box of shrimp porridge in her hand and followed him into the ward.

"Sherlock probably hasn't eaten yet, this is the shrimp porridge I made for Connie, if you don't mind, eat some." Seeing the man standing in front of the window in a daze, like a stone pillar, Alex sighed, put the thermos on the table, and exited the room.

The room was equally well heated, with a woolen jacket that reached to the calves, leaving only a small section of a crisp white gown and □□ ankles.

A light rain fell outside the window, mixed with fine ice slag, and the sun showed a glimmer of light in the clouds for a while, and in the clueless weather, he stood in front of the window, silently watching the figures fleeing in all directions, silently.