"Amilia, she's just a child." A weak voice came from the weak body.

Gabriel looked at Emilia's face full of life and hope, and his heart swelled as if it were soaked in cotton.

She despaired many times, but she never gave up.

The vitality in his body was gradually disappearing, and he let himself be a year older every day, and the feeling of powerlessness clearly made him clearly perceive the arrival of death.

However, this cannot be done.

"No! She's the only one who survived that plane and is still intact, and she must have a clue to save you. In the observation room, Emilia looked out of the observation mirror with deep eyes, and the white-clothed personnel were drawing blood for testing, and there was firmness in their eyes that did not give up.

Connie frowned and fell into a coma, her face pale, Gabriel felt sorry, but he couldn't stop her.

"There were no gross abnormalities in the initial test." The researcher's voice echoes over the radio in the observation room.

Emilia looked at the research report floating in the void, and her eyes flashed: "Continue to take sample tissue research and keep the mother normal." ”

She looked at the man who was struggling to sit with all his strength, and there was a touch of tenderness in her voice: "Let's try again, okay?" ”

"What do you want to do?" He asked, gasping for a long time.

"Exchange of blood, if necessary, of the heart." She frowned and spat out the word softly.

Gabriel was stunned for a moment and looked at her: "What if it's still useless?" ”

"Try it first, I'm sure it will be useful, if she can't, maybe no one else can save you." She looked at Gabriel with pleading eyes, and there was hope in her eyes.

She did not allow herself to despair.

Will definitely keep him alive.

After looking at each other for a long time, Gabriel withdrew his gaze: "My body can't bear to have heart exchange surgery." ”

After all, he couldn't bear to forcibly take someone else's heart.

Emilia was slightly stunned, and looked coldly at the sleeping Connie: "Then let's exchange blood first." ”

She'll always figure out how to do it.

There was no pity in her gaze at Connie, as if it were just a tool that could help her achieve her wishes.

Maybe some people are like this, they are indifferent to the whole world, and they can betray the whole world only for the sake of their beloved.

#放在小说里还是很感人的#

#但是作为那个被牺牲的康妮就不怎么好了#

#然而她现在连感受的资格都没有#

And London, now it's in chaos.

Sherlock tried anger for the first time in his life after Connie was taken away.

The feeling of being burned with a fire on the tip of his heart was slowly being swallowed and eroded, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Out of control.

The feeling he hated the most.

Look, he hated it.

221B was a mess, the Henries were still on the run, Lestrade was still lying in the hospital, and Mycroft couldn't find any clues.

And he ......

For the first time in my life, I felt helpless in my cluelessness.

I don't know if it's adding fuel to the fire or sending charcoal in the snow.

A woman's note was delivered to him.

A woman with an elegant perfume scent.

The handwriting is clear and graceful.

Sherlock took the note and headed straight for an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs.

That's where we met.

The industrial exhaust fumes made him frown, and he followed the direction of the arrow, and he finally entered a wide second-floor warehouse.

Airy on all sides, a woman in a black trench coat was standing in the center.

There was no doubt that Sherlock had seen her face.

Beautiful, green.

"Who are you?" It was clean, that was his first thought.

After quickly checking all the available clues on her, he hadn't even caught anything - even in this abandoned and dusty place.

Her hair was coiled high, giving her a somewhat capable look, but her immature countenance undoubtedly betrayed her age.

This should be a girl in her early 20s.

The woman looked at him with interest, "Sherlock Holmes, it's an honor to meet you. ”

She smiled beautifully, and her immature face immediately took on a bit of beauty.

Sherlock approached and looked into her faint eyes, which were full of indifference.

Seeing that he was unmoved, she became even more interested, this 'Muleng' man.

"Cooperate, I think you must have something to ask me." He got straight to the point.

The woman probably didn't know that he would be so direct, different from what she thought, and looked at him with a blank face, as if she was not in a hurry at all.

"No hurry, why don't we make an appointment for a place and have a cup of coffee?"

Sherlock stared at her for a few seconds, then turned to leave.

The woman was frightened by his attitude, and looked at his back in a daze: "You just left like this?" Don't worry about Connie Hudson anymore? ”

Seeing his stoppage, she frowned, deeply dissatisfied.

She's no better than a little kid.

But she smiled, even though he couldn't see it: "My name is Erin Adler." ”

Sherlock stood still, turned around, and looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

Erin looked at him like this, and suddenly felt a little angry, but she was afraid that he would really leave directly: "Connie was captured by an organization called Ghost, and the leader was a woman...... And that woman is the real ruler of the Max family, the half-sister of Twain Max. ”

Everyone in the upper class knows that the Max family has only one young master, no young lady, and the blessing of dragging his own parents, Sherlock knows the Max family, and he also participated in the Max family's ball when he was young, and even met the young master himself.

What does it mean to be a woman, the real ruler of the Max family?

The mention of the woman was a terror in Erin's eyes, but Sherlock caught the disgust in her eyes.

"Ghost, you're one of them." He probably knew what she was asking for.

Erin nodded: "The deal I want is that I can tell you the specific location of the ghost and give you a map of the internal direction, but I want your brother's special pick-up and drop-off, and his whereabouts are kept secret." -- Now, immediately. I think you should be able to do that. She knows that once she has taken this step, there can be no time for hesitation.

And the secret CIA escort, as well as her deal with Sherlock, at least gave her time to escape.

That woman will definitely notice it, and Connie Hudson is her greatest chance to escape from the ghost.

Sherlock looked at her and agreed to the offer almost without hesitation.

She laughed: "You're really straightforward." I like it though. ”

She had studied and observed this man for a long time and knew his character.

If it weren't for her worrying situation now, she might really play with him.

This man who piqued her interest.

Sherlock Holmes.

"London Underground, West, Box 2, the code is your birthday." She left a sentence behind and walked towards Sherlock.

Sherlock sent a text message in his hand: "Starbucks table 2 east of the Statue of Liberty, there will be people waiting for you there." ”

Erin paused beside him, "Well, we'll have a date later." She tiptoed slightly, imprinted a soft kiss under his cheek, and passed by.

Sherlock turned around, looked at her slender back, and wiped the lip prints from her face.

Turn around and walk briskly towards the address she had given.

In front of the box on the London Underground, Sherlock opened the box, but it was Erin's birthday. And the box is the No. 3 box next door to No. 2.

Box 2 had apparently been pryed over.

The cunning woman.

Sherlock looked at the blueprint in his hand and smiled.

With a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"Ghosts." In the lower right corner is a small ghost sign, and a skull is reflected above the letter.

After a quick glance at the drawings, he threw them directly into the shredder, and the map was scanned and copied into his mind palace, where it was most visible.