Late night London, sleepless night.

After the genius team defuses the time bomb of the dam and saves all of London, before they have time to be complacent about their excellence, they receive the result of Connie's kidnapping.

As soon as they went out, they were all electrocuted in the abandoned warehouse, which directly caused their first shadow of the abandoned warehouse.

Of these, only Mycroft survived.

Everyone received Sherlock's text messages, but only Mycroft, who had judged his personal situation in a very short time, avoided the most likely conflict, and although Sherlock didn't say anything else, he knew his brother.

However, he obviously wanted to make a contribution and he didn't have this opportunity.

Because before he could act, Sherlock came out with Connie in his arms.

-- From the dam.

A flash of realization flashed in McCroft's eyes.

"The people are inside, and they are left to you." Sherlock's cold voice was still steady, but his movements were not slow at all, and he put Connie in the back seat of the car and walked away.

Mycroft raised an eyebrow, approached the warehouse step by step, and frowned deeply as he looked at the man lying on the ground.

"Send a car." Dialing the phone, McCroft commanded, and then hung up the phone.

On the other hand, Sherlock drove Connie to the hospital.

Bruce was already waiting at the door, Pauline and Jasmine had just undergone the removal surgery, Pauline was fine, but Jasmine had apparently lost too much blood.

However, at this time, he was out of danger.

And seeing Connie, who was like a bloody man, Bruce almost fainted with fright.

"Here's what's going on! Oh my goodness, poor Connie. Bruce drew a cross, something he never did, but suddenly it was on his own.

The ambulance was already waiting at the door, and the paramedics were surprised to see a child covered in blood, but they still quickly rushed the person to the emergency room.

Connie was already asleep.

Sherlock and Bruce followed her until the bed was taken to the emergency room, and the two stopped outside the door.

"Sherlock, what the hell is going on?" Bruce couldn't understand that Connie had called not long ago.

Otherwise, Pauline and Jasmine still have a bomb in their stomachs.

Sherlock stared at the door with a wave in his eyes.

Sherlock didn't speak, but Bruce was in a hurry, and the old man waited in front of the emergency room, his anxious expression overflowing.

Fortunately, not too long passed, and after about half an hour, the doctor in the emergency room came out.

"Connie Hudson, are the patient's family here?"

Sherlock and Bruce immediately greeted him. Around the corner, a group of people rushed over, it was the genius team and Lestrade.

"Doctor, how's Connie doing?" Bruce asked anxiously.

The doctor glanced at the two of them and said: "It's no big deal, except for some flesh injuries on her body, it's not a big deal, but I think the patient's mental state is not very good, and all the blood on her body is human blood, I think you need to hire a psychiatrist for her." Also, call the police. A few people walked to the door of the emergency room at this time, and Lestrade showed his badge.

"Hello, doctor, I'm a police officer at the London Police, what do I need help with? How's Connie? ”

The doctor glanced at Lestrade's papers and nodded, "Connie Hudson's body is covered in human blood, so much bleeding ......" someone must have died.

Fortunately, although years of experience told the doctor that the blood stains on Connie's body were real human blood, they didn't let him know that it was the blood of several people, otherwise Connie should be surrounded by a lot now.

Lestrade glanced at Sherlock and put away his papers.

"I know that this little girl has just been kidnapped, and it is related to the recent case of the disappearance of people in the London Police Department, so I ......"

Seeing this, the doctor nodded knowingly and did not ask any further questions.

"The patient's condition is good, but as for the psychiatric side, you'd better get a psychiatrist for her." The doctor gave a few more instructions, and then left with the test sheet.

Sylvester tugged at his hair: "It's horrible. He's right under our noses......"

Happy patted him on the back, put his hands in his pockets, and leaned against the wall to push Connie out.

A few minutes later, Connie was pushed out, an oxygen tank was placed on her nose, and the doctor gave her some tranquilizers.

Toby made it clear with a glance: "It seems that her mental state is very unstable. ”

Wohl nodded: "If you need to use an oxygen tank and tranquilizer on a child......"

A crowd of people crowded into Connie's hospital room, and the already small ward became more and more cramped.

Connie was still asleep, but her expression was particularly uneasy, and Toby, who could read expressions, sighed: "The way she looks now, it's like in a nightmare." ”

Seeing this, Happy slapped him on the top of his head: "You don't have the eyesight to see." ”

Toby glared at her in surprise, then silently shut up when he saw the expressions of those present, especially Bruce.

"Well, everyone is tired today, it's late, let's go back and rest first, Connie here, I'll send someone to guard it." Mycroft was late, but when he saw his brother's expression, he didn't think it was very good.

Everyone stayed for a while, and then they all went back to the hotel to rest, and only Bruce and Sherlock were left in the ward.

"Sherlock." Mycroft sighed lightly, but he had already untied his scarf.

"I'm here tonight." He turned to look at Bruce, "Bruce should go back first, and bring a change of clothes tomorrow morning." ”

Bruce wanted to stay here by himself, but was sent away by a few words from Mycroft.

The two brothers were in the silence of the hospital room, relatively silent.

After a long time, Mycroft finally couldn't bear to speak first: "Sherlock." ”

No matter how high or low his IQ is, he always can't hold his younger brother.

Sherlock sat on the couch by Connie's window, seemingly in a daze, and seemed to be staring at Connie.

Mycroft walked over to him and sat down, Sherlock unmoved.

"Sherlock." He shouted again.

Sherlock finally looked at him: "......"

McCroft stared into his eyes, "What do you think, about Connie?" ”

Today, outside the warehouse, outside the emergency ward, he saw a look that he had never seen in his brother in more than 20 years.

That kind of vague emotion belongs to mortals.

He had always thought that Sherlock was devoid of these emotions, and even in his parents, he had never found a trace of this in Sherlock, he was like a crippled doll, a clever machine that popped out of a stone.

An advanced artificial intelligence machine qì human.

It has to be said that many times, he asked Mycroft to make such associations countless times, although he still had hope for his brother in his heart.

Sherlock ignored his question, it was obvious.

The man on the bed slept soundly.

After a pause, Mycroft rubbed his palm: "You know her identity is still unclear. ”

“SoWhat.”

"But......" Mycroft stopped talking, thinking that this was inappropriate, but on second thought, it was already a miracle that there was a person who could make Sherlock have normal human emotions, and there might not be a second one in this world.

He didn't know that one day in the future, another miracle would appear next to his younger brother.

He let out a long sigh, and the page lit up with a notification.

He got up and said goodbye with his back to Sherlock: "I have something to do, go first." ”

Sherlock also didn't move: "Let's go." ”

In the middle of the night, in the silent ward, only a sober person remained.

In the dim light, he quietly looked at the restless people, and the palace of thought seemed to be stuffed with a small sun, and in an instant, the dusty ancient picture scroll unfolded, and a poem swirled in his mind.

In the end, there is only a thin loop left.

There-ssomeoneinmyheadbutit-snotme.

I have someone in my head, but not myself.

The clock was ticking, and the people in the bed were gradually sleeping peacefully, the heart on the chest was slowly rising and falling, and the starry sky in the sky was spinning and shifting, but only the man sitting on the sofa was like a carved fossil, quiet, calm, sitting in place.

Motionless.