"Connie, good morning. On the aisle, Connie was walking slowly along Sherlock's left hand, five hours had passed since that horrible wee morning, when the sun was shining brightly and brightly, and it was clear that the effect of the painkiller had passed.

But Connie didn't complain at all about the pain of the twitches, because after last night, it was nothing at all...... Kang Luoli, who is less than 1.6 meters tall, obviously already has the bearing of "I won't be so light on the dog belt"!

But......

"Sir, you can discharge me from the hospital, I beg you, I really die tonight, don't live here!!" …

Epiphany is epiphany, home still has to go back, and the attitude must be correct!

Must never live in this horrible hospital again!

Sherlock walked with a blank face, his steps matching Connie's, but it was clear that his mind was already wandering.

And it was five hours ago, when Connie begged him to stay in the hospital.

In order to have someone to accompany the hospital bed and let her go out to nest on the sofa by herself, Connie's attitude is sincere enough......

I didn't think that people would still dislike →_→.

It's heartbreaking.

"Connie, aren't you tired after walking for so long? Take a proper rest. Amanda, who had returned from a round on the other side, came from behind her.

Connie greeted her with a smile and immediately turned back to stare at Sherlock.

She asked early this morning, Amanda was on duty yesterday, and the door was not locked at all when she came to check the room......

That's a lot of information.

So there is more than one co-author who entered her "boudoir" yesterday?

I can't live anymore!

"Go back, please, please, please..."

"Oh? So, you who need me to go through the discharge procedures for you......" He didn't know when he came back, and he was looking at Connie with an eyebrow.

Expressionless, serious...... The ground opens meaningfully.

"......" Why did she have a bad premonition, it wouldn't be what she thought.

She raised her eyebrows, one high and one low: "You don't want me to cut your brain for you at the price......" Well, she didn't have to answer.

Connie Hudson's life has officially come to a fork in the road, and it is still a desperate dead end with pursuers and jackals.

#论小命和人生的重要性#

was really cornered, and Connie's little head became clear.

How long can I cut the brain slice!?

At most, until peanuts appeared, it was four or five years at most, but they died...... That's a lifetime thing!

The most important thing is that she has already died, and she knows that it doesn't taste very good, and what if she does it all over again after she dies? That's more than worth the cost...... She still obediently survived and then died of old age......

Finally, when she thought about the gains and losses of this qiē, Connie finally had an idea in her heart.

"Okay......"

#论捣乱的必要性和让夏洛克糟心之程dù#

"Jingle bell......" The alarm in the hospital sounded the moment Connie spoke.

The patients were slightly nervous.

When the alarm sounded, it was to be dredged urgently, and the bell that rang this time was this building.

Basically, except for those who are in the emergency room, everyone else has to quit with all their might.

And so the people took action.

As soon as he turned around, most of them had already descended the stairs step by step.

Connie was stunned, looking at this unusually orderly picture, a little stunned: "What's wrong?" ”

Sherlock apparently didn't know what was going on.

"I've never been sick." So I haven't been to the hospital either, how would I know.

Connie clearly read the meaning in his eyes, and tugged at his sleeve: "Then let's go out too, it's not wrong to follow the big army." ”

Before he reached the staircase, he waved her hand away: "Dead." ”

With a keen sense like a hunter, he captures the truth in the subtleties.

A nurse who ran by allowed him to deduce the truth of the matter.

"Maybe it's ...... in the emergency room," her confused voice gradually drowned out the bell.

Amanda and another black-skinned nurse were gone, and the hallway was emptied in a matter of minutes.

At least on this floor, there was no longer a figure to be seen, and the nurse who had just staggered by also disappeared around the corner.

"Sherlock......" She was a little uneasy.

For a moment, he walked in the direction the nurse had come—another hallway.

It was the back door that went around the back garden, the most beautiful and secluded part of the hospital.

Gritting her teeth, Connie followed.

Downstairs, three or two female nurses came over with sad faces, one of them was Amanda, and her face when she saw Connie was obviously very unpleasant.

"Amanda, what's wrong?" She grabbed the person and asked.

"It's so perverted......"

"How could anyone want to ......"

"Ellie!" Amanda was visibly panicked, and she stopped the female voice as she was about to say something.

Then, with some uneasy turn, he glanced at Connie.

Connie's heart sank.

"Connie, don't go."

Yes, it must have something to do with her, apparently, Amanda wanted to stop her.

Fear? Yes.

Curious.

And fatal curiosity.

She stiffened and walked out the back door.

On a large wall to the west, a piece of blood was written, and a disgusting smell came from the wall, and the blood stains dripping on the grass snaked out numbing marks.

Blood, a lot of blood.

And the words on the wall are like love letters derived from blood.

Hello, my dear Connie.

The flower font is beautiful, and Connie is chilled.

"What kind of blood is this?" She looked at Sherlock, who was staring at the wall, and there was a faint confusion and obsession in his gaze, and a kind of piety that she couldn't understand.

She had goosebumps all over her body.

"It's human blood, but there's no sign of trampling on the grass, oh......" He looked like he had clearly encountered a fun puzzle.

Connie looked at him for a long time, then turned her head in frustration, and Amanda was beside her with a worried face: "Don't be afraid, we have called the police." ”

"I'm probably not the only one in the hospital named Connie, right?" This should have been planned for a long time, and she was obviously in the hospital yesterday, or because of the sudden acute appendicitis, no one could know about her...... The most important thing is that she remembers that she has never had a chance to provoke any perverts, right!?

Amanda was speechless, suddenly feeling that she had some preconceived ideas, and was about to check the names of all the patients, when the detective over there spoke.

"No, you're the one he's looking for." What is a sentence that determines life and death?

“…… Why? ”

His slender fingers pointed into the air, and Connie followed as he looked, her black pupils like exploding fireworks.

"Mydear ......" Apparently, the word "dear" took advantage of her window, and on the wall next to the window, a small flower was glued.

It's easy to ignore because it's too small, but it can't escape Sherlock's eyes.

Connie squinted her eyes and looked at it, thinking that it was like a bald daisy, and that it was hairy all over.

"It's a thousand day grass...... Named Immortal. With a click of his fingertips, the tiny blackberry was tossed on top of Connie's head.

She didn't notice that she was smashed on the top of her head, and finally caught the phone, but her head was smashed painfully.

"You need to practice more." Sherlock was clearly unhappy with her lack of quick reflexes and hand speed.

Connie gritted her teeth and snorted as she looked at her phone.

Thousand day grass, also known as god grass, fairy grass...... Formerly known as Big Flower Gold Ear Digging ...... ○(—Dish—)っ

Who has a crush on her and sends such a cheesy flower.

The language of flowers is immortal...... Tsk, it looks pretty high.

But...... That's not right! The style of painting shouldn't be like this!

She shook her head and swept the contents of her head clean and handed the phone back to Sherlock.

"Since it's so dangerous, let's hurry home, we can't stay here! I'm so scared! "Sherlock can't ignore her plea!

"When the police come, get out of the way and don't destroy the crime scene." The air suddenly burst into a loud roar.

The three of them were frightened and looked towards the door, and the person brought by the nurse over there was obviously stunned when they saw it: "Connie? Shylock? Why are you here? ”

"......" is a long story......

"So, someone has a bad heart for Connie and ...... on this wall, and Lestrade can't spit out the following words.

Connie wanted to cry without tears: "What does this have to do with me?" ”

Lestrade patted her on the shoulder softly: "According to the nurse who called the police, this thing was found by a patient, we are asking the relevant people, don't worry too much, as for this bloodstain, it has been sent to the real yàn room for testing, maybe it's just a prank......"

"Snort." Apparently, Lestrade's reasoning and consolation were ridiculed by Sherlock.

"As a homicide police department in London, it's shameful enough to not be able to distinguish between human blood and animal nature, and you can still make such a prank reasoning? Are your brains frozen? Activity has dropped again? ”

The officers who were taking evidence on the side glared stiffly a few times, with countless rolls of eyes.

Lestrade was so angry that her hairline rose a little higher: "I'm not comforting Connie to tell her not to be afraid, she's just a child......"

"Comfort doesn't do anything, it only hastens her death." Sherlock's expression faded from mockery at this time, but there was a bit of seriousness in his eyes.

Well-intentioned warnings are always the opposite of good words.

Plus this guy is a bad-talking Sherlock.

Connie looked at the situation where the two seemed to be facing each other, but in fact Sherlock was pressing Lestrade to wreak havoc, and expressed her protagonist's opinion: "Okay, I'll be careful." ”

Lestrade sighed: "It's not safe here, you just go back to 221b, I'll send someone to patrol." ”

"Officer, you're such a nice guy...... I've got breakfast for next month! Connie tugged at Lestrade's sleeve with tears in her eyes.

Lestrade stiffened, and looked at Connie who was shining in the corner of his eye.

He looked at Sherlock in bewilderment, only to be startled back by his slightly narrowed eyes.

Feed! What did he do again! Why did the atmosphere become so strange?

I've never seen Sherlock look so unkind, what's going on with inexplicable weakness......