"How the hell is this going back? What the hell. ”

"yes, despite being nowhere to be found, Tom was thrown in a trash can in the alley across the street, and it looks like it's ......"

The two on-site police officers in the police station put a yellow line on the perimeter of the security area, and almost the entire hospital was wrapped.

The whispering face carried a slight fear.

People are always curious and fearful of the unknown, and the two police officers who arrived first also watched the video first, and the questioning of Eric at the same time caused a lot of damage to their big and useless brains.

Even more pitiful is Tom-Eric's late-night snack partner who is unconscious in the garbage heap and seems to have inhaled some unknown substance.

It's enough time for Sherlock to survey the hospital up and down.

He didn't even let go of the toilet and storage room, and looked at it carefully.

You must know that he has always only looked at corpses, so that he will not waste time in these useless places.

#但鉴于他从尸体身上得不到有用的信息#

#加上雷斯垂德那厮没出医院却依旧不见了#

The disappearance of the fattest sheep and his housekeeper, Connie Hudson, is perceived by Sherlock as a provocation to him, and is caused by someone stealing his cell phone to text Lestrade.

Self-blame is, of course, impossible.

But his authority was fiercely challenged.

Squinting his eyes, Sherlock came out of the last women's bathroom, still not getting any subtle clues.

"Sherlock." In the wee hours of the night, the police chief arrived belatedly.

I didn't wait until the next morning to hold a meeting, and I was the more responsible person in charge of the police station.

After all, when the news of the sheriff being kidnapped spreads, the reputation of the London Police Department is more harmful than the hostage.

So even though he didn't like Sherlock very much on weekdays, the director asked in a good voice.

#所以雷斯垂德知道夏洛克真实身份但是顶头上司不知道这个事情#

#真的是很不对啊有木有#

“…… The London Police Department will definitely try its best to help you, and all the police officers will listen to your orders and find out the truth as soon as possible! Don't let these little people go! After a proclamation that made all the young people feel excited, the director finally said his central goal.

It's a pity that Sherlock is unmoved.

He took off his shirt in the ward, put on his clothes one by one, put on his coat and scarf, and took a sip of the cold coffee from the cup beside him.

"Eric, let him come with me." Sherlock only turned around and said this, and walked straight out the door.

Passing by Tom's hospital room, he went in and glanced at it a few times.

There was bruising on the face, which was caused by a stone, but the cause of the coma was due to an overdose of diacetylmorphine.

With his right hand, he pulled open his right eyelid, and Sherlock looked at the usual eye and paused to pull his left eyelid open.

One eye is clear, the other is chaotic.

And the nurse said he was fine.

Nothing serious.

His nose moved, and his eyebrows were raised: he was obviously injected with a high concentration of □□, how could he be fine?

Nerve-wracking but not addictive?

It must be said that this discovery caught Sherlock's attention.

How do you damage people's nerves - how to get the strength of the □□ but not lead to addiction?

As far as he knew, no one in the world could do it, not even himself.

Half an hour later, the door to the ward was closed, leaving only the sound of air conditioning.

And Connie, after walking out of that hospital, came to her senses.

She wanted to break free of those hands and run back to the hospital, or scream.

But what greeted him was a huge black cloth.

She was tied up and thrown into the car.

"What about people?"

"Inside."

A brief conversation made her instantly quiet.

Inside.

inside。

A simple word made her instantly silent.

For she recognized the owner of the voice, Reistride.

Why did Lestrade tie her up?

What about the skeleton-like man?

#不要问她为什么听出来了#

#好歹也认识这么久了#

#生活里常接触的就这么四个#

While keeping quiet, Connie was immersed in her own world, inevitably a little sad.

The lace that has always been optimistic and sunny turned out to be P.

#本宝宝心情不美丽了#

"Fainted?" In the calm road, an abrupt question.

It was the voice of a strange man.

Connie's attention was all focused.

"Hmm." In the middle of the night, a calm male voice answered, but it was not difficult to hear that it was Lestrade's voice.

Connie was silent, and a strange feeling appeared in her heart.

Is there a secret?

Is Lestrade taking him into the enemy's interior?

After all, she struggled a lot just now, but then she was still tired of struggling so she gave up resisting, and then she was too shocked by Lestrade's voice, so she forgot to move...... Finally, calm down and prepare to remember the road quietly.

Life has been a turning point.

Connie exhaled deeply, not daring to make too much noise, but trying to keep her breathing steady.

It was quiet for a while before the car began to talk.

"It's just the two of us now." This is the strange man.

"I know." The man's voice was deep, and there was a heaviness in his voice.

"You're not in a hurry?"

"It's not you, it's not me. So......" Lestrade took a deep breath and seemed to be rummaging through something.

Connie breathed lightly, focused on what he was saying, but Lestrade was silent.

She narrowed her eyes in frustration and lay in the dark.

What can you hear in this conversation?

What is not you, not mine, not haunted, why are you so mysterious?

Suddenly, Connie, who thought of something, stiffened up and sat up.

"It's me."

The two people in front of them were visibly startled by her.

The black cloth bag was not tied tightly, and Connie sat up like a black shadow, and on the dark bus road, it really startled the two big men.

The man was driving and was suddenly startled by a dark shadow behind him.

So the moment the black cloth fell, Connie saw the oncoming weeds.