After two weeks in the dead house, Alex finally couldn't resist the pressure to go to class.

Connie learned everything she could learn to do it, and not only that, but she also developed a lot of food on her own, although they were all improved from basic food, but at least she studied the tastes of the friends around her, except for the strange tastes that Martha and Mrs. Hudson occasionally became mysterious and unpredictable.

On the other hand, the kidnapping case of Lestrade was less smooth.

Connie felt that this was simply impossible, not to mention the abilities of Sherlock and Beckett Richard, even if it was due to the relationship between Lestrade and McCroft, it would not have been possible to drag on for so long, not to mention that Lestrade himself was a British police officer, and this kind of design of diplomatic relations between the two countries was in the news again, so it was impossible to keep a low profile.

It's just that this thing is really low-key and weird.

What told Connie to shut up that Sherlock looked normal.

Although he also knew that he was unlikely to have a worried look, but other than his confidence in himself, Connie did not see anger on his face, which showed that the case was actually progressing - if a case had taken Sherlock two weeks and still had no clues, this cliff would be angry!

Beckett and Richard, however, saw sadness every day.

So Connie was quieter.

Anyway, with McCroft's immediate boss and Sherlock's face, she always felt that she was worried about the bomber.

So Connie Hudson's expression was peacefully and unmatched.

Everyone only thought that Connie didn't know this, although Alex knew a little, but he didn't want his friends to worry, and Connie probably guessed that Sherlock had his own plans, and it would be bad to ask rashly, so she kept silent.

Things finally took a turn for the better when the eighteenth day came.

The bomber, who had been quietly lurking for more than half a month, finally made his first call.

The officers in the police station breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past few days, I am afraid that New York will be bombed again.

I didn't feel at ease on the way home.

At noon, when the crowds are at their highest, everyone is having lunch.

The call went straight to Beckett's phone, but Nachong was clearly headed for Sherlock.

"The game starts, there is a bomb hidden in the Empire State Building, who will play with me in the first round?"

It was Lestrade's voice, he was fragile, and when he heard it, he was in the same state of starvation for more than ten days, and maybe he was injured.

"Lestrade?" Beckett turned on the hands-free, and Sherlock called.

Connie's breath tightened, and everyone fell silent.

"Oh! Don't have a hand to raise? Then I'll name you...... Famous novelist, Richard? Richard was terrified.

He quickly composed, though, though it was in Lestrade's voice, but it was clearly the bomber who had made him speak.

"Who are you?"

There was a burst of laughter from the .......

It wasn't Lestrade's voice, it was the bomber's, but it had passed through the voice changer, and the laughter sounded like a machine.

"It's not important, it's not fun, it's the game, remember, your time is until the sun goes down." It was still a cold mechanical voice, and after saying this, the phone hung up, and Beckett called back again, and it was already an empty number.

A beep sounded in the silent room, and everyone was thoughtful.

"He's arrogant and sure." Beckett was the first to speak, looking thoughtfully at the phone.

Richard nodded: "Indeed, he didn't even give us a puzzle, but just said that there was a bomb in the Empire State Building." And until the sun goes down...... There are still almost four hours to go...... Even if we can't defuse the bomb, we'll have enough time to evacuate the crowd. ”

Connie looked at Sherlock and then at Beckett and frowned, "Maybe his purpose is not to kill, but to show off, or to get attention...... After all, it's the Empire State Building. "Even if you say the words Empire State Building, you may not be able to find the bomb, but the Empire State Building is nearly 400 meters high, not to mention how many floors and how many rooms, just evacuating the crowd will take most of the time, you must know that not all rich people will be obedient.

And......

Connie's brow furrowed deeply: "He's so confident, will he be that bomb...... It's not a bomb at all. ”

Richard suddenly thought of something and looked at Connie: "What do you say, this is a diversion from the mountain?" ”

Connie paused, "No, I mean the bomb might be a nuclear bomb or ...... In short, it is a bomb with great lethality, maybe the Imperial Great Xia is not enough to blow up...... "Moriarty's admirer and subordinate, I have the impression that Moriarty is a beacon that attracts all kinds of high-IQ criminal talents, and this bomber should not be an ordinary bomber."

Everyone was stunned and looked at Connie in horror: "Impossible! ”

Connie was silent, looking at Sherlock.

After a long time, he finally spoke: "Maybe it's not impossible. But the Empire State Building, if it does, isn't the only place where there are bombs. ”

Connie was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood: "This is the first bomb, and only after solving this bomb will there be a clue to the next bomb?" ”

Otherwise, it wouldn't be called a game, and with such a straightforward inform, it was given so much time.

Richard came back to his senses and clapped his hands: "Very likely! ”

Beckett glared at him, suppressing his excitement.

Ignoring the bomb and talking about solving puzzles, Bear Richard Kid is always very enthusiastic, not to mention that the other party even named him.

"No, why name Richard?" Connie's question silenced everyone again.

"That's because only he can solve this puzzle." Sherlock interfaced again.

Connie raised an eyebrow and looked at him in disbelief.

Get a look back from him.

Others say that she still believes it, but Sherlock says so, there is definitely a conspiracy!

Sure enough, in the next second, Sherlock took out his phone and began to crackle.

Connie squinted, definitely eccentric.

"In that case, let's head to the Empire State Building at once. Alex, you and grandma are at home, Beckett, you hurry up and call the police station. Richard commanded, then looked at Sherlock.

"I'm going to get Mycroft to connect to a satellite scan for bombs." Unhurriedly, he picked up his coffee and took a sip.

"Good! Let's go. The people of New York are waiting for our rescue! "The classic pose is back in it.

Everyone was helpless, and Beckett kicked him hard: "Wow! ”

When they were gone, Martha and Alex began to close the shackles: "Oh, that's terrible, I hope they can succeed." ”

"It's okay, don't worry." Alex patted Connie on the shoulder and headed to the kitchen.

When they were gone, Connie turned to look at Sherlock.

The two looked at each other for a long time, relatively silent.

"Look at what I'm doing." He was still sipping his coffee slowly.

Connie slowly narrowed her eyes, "There are no bombs in the Empire State Building." "What else to inform Mycroft to scan the bomb.

This sentence is simply the biggest lie of all time!

Sherlock raised his eyebrows faintly: "Oh? "A look on your face that you know again.

Connie crossed her hands on her hips: "You should have hacked the US government's satellites directly." Although it was a question, Connie was clearly more sure.

He just snapped with his mobile phone, of course it couldn't be looking for Mycroft, plus his previous black history, of course, it was faster and easier to use satellites by himself.

"Huh...... Not bad. He chuckled suddenly, with obvious pleasure on his face.

Connie puffed out: "What's so funny about this......"

After a pause, she looked at him again: "So, you already have a clue where Lestrade is?" ”