The sound of the timer resounded throughout the room, especially in the silence of the room.

Connie's breathing involuntarily became short, "What now?" ”

There are only ten minutes left until the countdown, and there is no progress at all, whether inside or outside.

Everything in the room was touched, but even Sherlock couldn't think of a way to stop the missiles, and she couldn't open the door after countless attempts.

They are like turtles in an urn.

The slender hands caressed the cold shell, and a moment later the missile was moved outside the coffin and placed by the door.

"Get in." His still-calm voice rang out.

Connie followed his gaze to the massive coffin.

Let her lie in the coffin?

She approached the coffin, climbed into the coffin with her hands and feet and sat down, and then looked at him: "And then?" ”

Sherlock took off his coat and gestured to the size of the coffin: "Take off your clothes." ”

Connie was stunned, took off her coat, threw it outside the coffin, and looked at him suspiciously.

But he still frowned: "Go on." As he spoke, he began to take off his shirt and wool.

In addition to a pair of trousers on the lower body, socks and shoes...... I took off all the clothes I could take.

Connie's whole body stiffened, and she didn't have time to be shy, so she took off everything she could, and finally left only the innermost leggings, although it was not gone, but it was cold enough that she was about to lose her mind.

Connie shivered coldly, "What the hell are you going to do!?" ”

Throwing all his clothes outside the coffin, Sherlock turned and jumped into the coffin, and suddenly, the space became small.

As Sherlock closed the coffin, an angry scolding rang out over the radio.

In the dark and small space, the phone light turned on, and Connie blinked her eyes and clearly saw Sherlock's smiling eyebrows.

I shuddered.

At this time, he can still laugh, he is crazy, right!?

"Don't worry, we'll be fine."

...... where did he get his faith?

They were speechless for a few minutes, but Connie felt like centuries long.

“…… Can you tell me what's going on now? With a few minutes left before the explosion, Connie gave up hope of living hopelessly, but even if she died, she had to be a ghost.

"Well, I did a test, and I obviously got the answers I needed from this test."

Test...... Strip naked and climb into a coffin?

“…… Answer? ”

"Obviously, that missile won't explode at all. This coffin is made of special materials, specially built to block the signal, and ordinary bombs can't blow up this coffin at all, as long as I close the coffin, this missile will not explode at all - of course, if I think the missile is real and willing to sacrifice myself - this is the best option he deliberately posed. Merely...... That stupid boy, do you really think I can't see that he's planted a bomb outside the room too? ”

Connie's eyes glazed.

Heaven is going to kill me......

"So this missile is also fake...... After the bomb exploded outside that room...... No, let's not talk about the goddess statue, although it is safer for us to be locked in the coffin, fortunately the missile will not explode, but after the bomb outside the room explodes...... How are we going to get there? "You know, it's sub-zero winter, and they're still on several floors and almost twenty or thirty meters below the water.

"Swim up, of course." He looked relieved and waiting for the bomb.

Connie moved, the coffin lid immediately moved up, and before she could react, the next second Connie was already pressed under Sherlock: "Don't move, it's already very crowded inside, and if the lid is opened a little, it will affect the state when we go out." ”

Originally, Sherlock was sideways, but now it is almost flat, and more than half of her body is pressed by Sherlock, and she suddenly feels numb.

So desperate......

"I can't swim." Panting slightly, Connie said in frustration.

"I'm sorry to press you." Probably realizing that his weight was indeed a bit too much for Connie, he apologized, just in time to hear Connie's words that he couldn't swim.

"Uh...... Never mind...... Alas? As soon as Connie heard Sherlock's apology, and was about to say that it didn't matter, her left hand was held by a warm hand halfway, and she realized that it was Sherlock's hand, and she subconsciously exhaled in surprise.

That's a ten-finger grip.

“？”

The phone was left aside, and the two of them didn't have time to pick it up, and in the dark space, only each other's warm breathing echoed.

"I'll pull you up." It's in reply to her sentence that she can't swim.

"Oh." Connie muffled in response, shivering with cold and stiff.

"Don't worry." It was rare for him to have a gentle tone, and the warmth in his chest made Connie not tremble so much, but the atmosphere suddenly became a little more ambiguous.

At least that's what Connie herself thinks, ambiguously.

Probably Sherlock was thinking about how to swim out with the quickest and most convenient posture and strength later, and now he had to piggyback on her.

Although he knew that he would definitely think so, there would be no ambiguity.

But she still felt a little embarrassed.

After all - a bare-chested Sherlock was lying in a coffin with her.

Moreover, the two also held hands.

Leaving aside the outside environment and the current situation, how strange is this thing.

However, shy is shy, and Connie is still more able to overcome her instinct as a girl.

When you enter the water, your feet must jump hard!

- Other than that, she couldn't think of any way to wait for Rushui to not hold back.

"It's coming, 35 seconds left." His voice suddenly sounded.

Connie was stunned, breathing heavily.

"I'll count 321 later, start to hold your breath, close as long as you can, close your eyes if you're uncomfortable, don't struggle, I'll pull you up." He commanded softly, word by word, and seemed to be particularly patient, without any anxiety or impatience.

Connie nodded, rubbed his chin, and froze again, "Okay." ”

Close your eyes, hold your breath, and relax!

She can!

"Good." He chuckled.

"So, 3, 2, 1!"

Connie took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

In the next second, the roar nearly shattered Connie's eardrums in that instant.

In the next second, a stream of icy water flowed down the gap into the coffin.

Connie shuddered as she heard Sherlock open the lid of the coffin, accompanied by the icy waters of the lake, enveloping her entire body.

Connie didn't choke on the water as soon as she didn't expect it, although it was cold, the water temperature here didn't seem to be as cold as it was on land, which gave Connie an adaptation process.

She could feel Sherlock pulling her up, and after a few seconds, she was looking for directions to kick her feet in the same direction.

She could imagine how ugly her posture was, but it was a little bit of effort.

Unlike when she first came out of the coffin, about a short distance up, Connie felt the resistance of the water, and the water temperature was getting lower and lower.

But she didn't dare to open her eyes, so she could only pull Sherlock's hand in the direction of the water.

But that doesn't mean she's not desperate in her heart.

A second was a long time, and she seemed to be about to lose her breath.

There was a tap on her left hand, Connie let go of her hand, only to feel that the whole person was being picked up, and the next second, she felt like a humanoid missile, shooting towards the water.

Weight plays a heavy role at this time.

It wasn't long before she felt like she was about to start sinking again.

Searching around the hand but not finding Sherlock, Connie panicked.

With a beating of drums in her heart, she opened her eyes.

The icy water washed her eyes, causing her mouth to open uncomfortably, and the next second, fishy water bubbled up her throat.

Caught off guard and drank a few sips of water, Connie's whole body became flustered.

Damn it.

One wrong step, one wrong step, under the subconscious breath, the nose entered the trachea, and Connie officially choked on water.

The most painful seconds were like the heavens falling apart.

The struggling figure turned into a soft body after a few seconds, floating in the water.

A moment later, a slender figure swam up from the bottom, and he frowned at Connie, who had passed out, dragging the man towards the water.

This time it was much smoother than before, the ripples caused by the bomb had faded a lot, and the drag was not so great, and with buoyancy, Sherlock dragged Connie's waist out of the water.

Halfway through, he gave Connie a sigh of relief.

It took 3 minutes and 25 seconds.

The water-resistant watch on your hand keeps the timekeeping intact.

Sherlock carried the man ashore and took a coat from the stall owner and wrapped it tightly around Connie.

The wet water of the lake fell to the ground along the brown curls, and the slender white palm pressed against the lying chest, and the air was sent into Connie's mouth through artificial respiration.

After repeating it three or four times, she finally spat out a mouthful of water in her throat.

"Ahem...... Ahem...... It hurts me to death...... Ahem, cough, cough, cough ......" There was a rapid breath in her chest, and Connie opened her eyes to see the bright sky, and suddenly tears dripped from the corners of her eyes, and even she couldn't notice it.

"Sherlock?" She turned her head and saw his flaxen-green eyes, which were still cold.

At this time, those eyes seemed to reflect the blue of the sky.

"We're out?"

"Well, we're out."

The joy of escaping death is truly indescribable.

Connie hugged Sherlock's neck and laughed heartlessly.

"We're out!" She really thought she was going to die again!

"Well, we're out." The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a slight arc, like a spring breeze.

"Hahaha, it's really heaven that won't kill me!" Probably because of the liberating nature of death, Connie burst into an excited laugh, and when she looked at the embarrassed horror on the face of an uncle next door, she immediately withdrew her laughter, only to find that she was wrapped in a down jacket.

"This dress?"

"This is mine, is the little girl okay?" The stall uncle rubbed his hands and said secretly, looking at the little girl whose skin was purple from the cold, and he was embarrassed to ask for her clothes back.

Connie shook her head, "Thank you, uncle." ”

When he turned around and saw Sherlock □□ up, he immediately frowned and looked at the uncle.

"Can Uncle lend me another piece of clothing?"

The uncle's teeth were about to chatter, but he saw her running to the seat with sharp eyes, rushing over with a blanket and wrapping the big man tightly.

"Sherlock, let's go find Beckett, there should be spare clothes in the police station, don't freeze out......"

The uncle who stayed where he was was dumbfounded.

“……”

Can you ask the owner's opinion one by one!

"Excuse me, uncle, what is your name?"

The uncle was stunned and said, "My name is Tom." ”

"Uncle Tom, thank you so much, I'll send it back to you after I've washed it, my name is Connie and I live at 221b Baker Street, thank you very much!" Connie got up and thanked Tom for a while, and Tom was embarrassed to speak.

The two of them walked away, a cold wind drifted over, the curtain on the stall rattled, the uncle looked at the bare stool, and a stirring came back to his senses - why did he stay so far and be forcibly helped! And twice! And it has been called big countless times! Uncle!

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