"There is a blockage in the appendix cavity, plus it is an acute attack, which is more painful. 》. But it's not a big deal.,Just do a small operation.,Mr. rest assured.。 In the hospital, the examining doctor pressed Connie for a while and came to a conclusion.

Connie covered her stomach in a cold sweat, and she was so painful that she was going to die, and she was scared when she heard that she was going to have surgery.

She knew what appendicitis was, but she had never had surgery, and she was most afraid of pain.

Thinking of that explosion, the pain seemed to become the deepest palpitation.

When I saw the gray hospital in a blink of an eye, I couldn't help but pull Sherlock's sleeve and cry.

Half because of pain, half because of insecurity.

"It's okay, little girl, it's just a minor operation, it's over soon, you just need to get a good night's sleep." The nurse on the side saw Connie crying with a miserable face, but the husband on the side was unmoved, and suddenly felt a little distressed, and stepped forward to comfort her gently.

The gentle words accompanied by a faint fragrance immediately soothed Connie's affection, and she glanced at the nurse who was smiling and half-hugging her, a pair of turquoise eyes with a spring breeze-like softness, a completely different feeling from Sherlock.

"Hmm." She nodded, the tears came quickly, and the harvest was fast. The nurse saw that she was so coaxing, and she couldn't help but feel a little more fond of her.

Anesthetized into her body, Connie's eyes gradually became confused.

I only remember pulling Sherlock's sleeve before finally mixing up, and said uneasily not to go.

Waking up again is already in the ward.

The abdomen was under general anesthesia, but there was still a faint slight pain, and when Connie moved, she suddenly gasped in pain, and she didn't dare to move for a while.

Just as he was looking around the ward, the gentle nurse from earlier came in.

"Awake? It's good, the same anesthetic, it's still lying next door, Connie is amazing......" She seemed to be afraid that Connie would cry again, and her speech was not only gentler than before, but also a little more playful.

This is a very good nurse.

Connie thought.

However, thinking of the way she cried before, she was secretly embarrassed again.

It's been a few years since I've cried so wolfly...... And still pulling Sherlock's sleeve...... It's really ...... when you think about it

Connie's face flushed, and she almost wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury herself in it!

"I'm fine, thank you, Miss Nurse!" She smiled and thanked her, which made the nurse sister smile happily.

"Oh, don't be so polite, Connie...... You can call me Amanda. She was about to speak to the little girl when a man and a woman came in at the door.

"Oh! Dear Connie, you're alright, but you're scaring me. Mrs. Hudson had always been dramatic, but the worry in her eyes could be seen.

Connie patted her trembling hands, "I'm fine, don't worry." ”

Henry: "yes, don't worry, it's just a minor operation, it's a week in the hospital and healed, it's going to be a big deal." ”

I found out that Connie was going to be hospitalized for a week: ......

"Where's Sherlock?" She asked instead.

"I'm probably going through the formalities." Amanda injected a syringe of medicine into Connie's hanging bottle, thinking of the silent and cold man before, and she was a little curious.

Sherlock is going through the formalities......

Hey? How does it feel wrong......

"You're awake." Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

The long scarf hung from Sherlock's slender neck, hanging down to his knees, and was swaying gently with his steps.

His slightly curly brown hair looked a little messy, and he looked as if he had just come out of the cold wind.

"Hmm." Remembering the tears and snot on her face before the operation, she smiled very reservedly - of course, she would die of pain if she laughed or something.

"It's thanks to Sherlock, we're not at home, otherwise I don't know what would have happened to Connie alone." Mrs. Hudson apparently remembered Sherlock's "incompetence" when she saw her.

Sherlock didn't react at all...... Joke, I didn't see people facing the boss of the West End is also a "don't sell, I don't sell!" "The cold face~

The four of them have different hair colors and appearances, but they look like a very harmonious family, which makes Amanda Roosevelt, the nurse on the side, a little more emotional.

It's rare to see such a "family".

After a shush, Mrs. Hudson finally let go of her heart.

But when she brought the pasta she had made, she stopped Amanda.

Connie looked speechlessly at the sticky lump of noodles made by Mrs. Hudson, who hated pasta very much, and there were small crystalline particles on it, I don't know if it was sugar or salt, in short, Connie's little heart liver trembled for a while.

"This lady, there is food in the hospital, so there is no need to prepare it, and Connie has just had an unfinished cutting operation, so she can't eat anything too greasy." Obviously, the shiny salt did not escape the eyes of this excellent nurse.

Still, Connie took a symbolic sip.

Albeit.

(*￣; ( ̄*) killed my sister.

After accompanying Connie for a while, the two went back.

The hospital had special care, and Connie insisted that Mrs. Hudson go back to rest, and was finally half-pulled and half-hugged by Henry and went home.

As for Sherlock, he had already been running away at the turn of a phone call from Lestrade......

It was as if a new corpse had appeared.

Suddenly remembered Sherlock's sentence, if there is another couple, Mina-san of Scotland Yard can be laid off, Connie secretly touched a few words with emotion, the officers of the London Police Department are not easy to do......

Originally, it was still a high-quality little sheep from Scotland Yard, but I don't know what will happen in the future......

However, Connie's prediction is still not right, the murder is out, but it is still not right.

Because this time, it was not a couple who died, but a doctor.

Or a high-faced, handsome, rich, and funny hospital-level clinician - the kind that specializes in major surgeries in hospitals.

After the New Year, he will be promoted to dean...... but died two weeks before Christmas.

Life is really lonely and unpredictable.

It seems that this matter should not be related to the murder of the couple, but the point is that the police searched all the organs of the woman in the dead couple from the doctor's home.

In the secret room behind a wall, they are being sorted and displayed on a transparent crystal platform, and the gold bricks on the side are engraved with numbers, and there are many "exhibits" besides this woman.

So, the murderer of the couple homicide case is about to come out, but how the doctor died is still a question, the forensic doctor has been performing an autopsy, and the preliminary judgment is suicide, the case is here, and the incompetent police officer is generally closed, even if it is far-fetched, as long as a line can be pulled, who is going to hunt down such a pervert in the New Year?

But Lestrade, who was also familiar with Sherlock, knew at a glance that something was wrong.

So even if he couldn't see anything, he immediately called Sherlock and explained it.

Because of this, there was another big commotion in the police station, and the protagonist was the fiery beauty Pauline again.

But that's for later.

The doctor's suicide case over there has not yet come to a definite result, and a bizarre thing happened in the hospital where Connie is located.

On the first night of hospitalization, Connie, who had a separate ward, said that she did not enjoy the "white rich beauty" treatment at all.

She was huddled in a ward with a bunch of smelly aunts and uncles, and she could talk anyway.

It happened at ten o'clock sharp.

Connie was drowsy.

Syllable. Syllable. Syllable.

Regular sounds sounded overhead, and at first, Connie thought it was the footsteps of someone upstairs going to the bathroom.

It's just that this voice has been ringing for a long time, and it always seems to be in the same place.

So she was disturbed by this sound, and the sleepiness that came up slowly faded again, and she gradually woke up and turned on the lamp at hand.

It is worth mentioning that the moment the lights came on, the sound disappeared.

Connie didn't realize anything, she thought it was an accident, so she waited a few seconds and noticed that the room was silent, then turned off the light and lay back on the bed.

And that voice never came again.

It was so stuffy in the room that she got up and opened the window, and the moonlight came in, revealing a faint light.

The cold wind was blowing, and there was a sudden sound in the grass.

Her heart jumped, and a look of horror appeared on her face.

Connie stiffened her head, and a white cat scurrying out of nowhere jumped onto the wall.

"Meow ......"

In the bright moonlight, it is whining, it looks particularly cute, but its chubby body can jump on this wall...... She chuckled, patted her heart pounding in her chest, and closed the window again, but the curtain was not closed.

She glanced at the alarm clock on the wall, and it was ten o'clock.

Outside the window, the cat gradually walked away, and seemed to be still barking, and its mouth moved.

Connie smiled and lay back on the bed, quietly waiting for sleepiness to strike.

On the wall outside the window, rows of bloody footprints were imprinted on the wall from deep to shallow, and gradually disappeared as the distant figure disappeared.

In the grass, a pair of flaxen-colored eyes shone with an indifferent light, quietly staring at the transparent window.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

I don't know how long later, under the white walls, there was another muffled sound, and in the ward on the west side of the second floor, no one was woken up by the sound.

The alarm clock on the wall points to two o'clock.

The thump stopped at that moment.

At the same time as the second hand pointed to 12, there was a slight sound outside the door - "click".

The lock was opened.