Central London.

Sherlock gets on and off the bus on a busy street.

Who would have thought that the hidden organization would be hidden under a bustling landmark.

Even Mycroft and Moriarty are out of reach, ghosts.

He thought that this must be an incredibly intelligent woman, and even Moriarty could play with it.

Approaching the main thoroughfare, he entered a café that looked unremarkable.

Ordering a cappuccino, he drew a ghost on the back of the white.

“trigger。” He pushed the cup in front of the barista and spat out the word under his unconcealed gaze.

It's a 'safe passage' for ghost members who are out walking, and once someone walks this path, it means that something big is about to happen.

In fact, this is just one of the most direct and effective ways for Erin to give Sherlock access to the ghost.

And for Sherlock, one time is enough.

He was respectfully welcomed into the locked chamber, opened by the man's fingerprint lock, and stepped into an underground passage.

This is dug by hand, it can be seen that it is very fine, and after walking a delicate secret passage, the two came to an elevator.

Sherlock only got on the elevator, and looking at the respectful person outside the glass, he pressed the button.

There are only two buttons in the elevator, up and down.

After a second, the elevator began to descend at a gradually increasing speed.

After a few minutes, he finally saw the faint torches outside the open elevator in the bright light.

A man in a black robe pushes a man in a wheelchair, while another man next to him is holding a torch.

"Mr. Holmes." The man in the wheelchair sighed softly, as if he had been waiting for his arrival for a long time.

It's a trap.

Or a layout.

Sherlock stepped out of the elevator without frowning.

"I'm Gabriel." Seeing that Sherlock did not answer, the man said his name, and raised his head covered with dry skin like tree bark.

This is the last time Connie was taken.

Sherlock remained expressionless.

"It's you." He spat out a sentence and looked at Gabriel intently.

He nodded and smiled, "Yes." ”

Sherlock bowed his head in understanding.

Uniting the ruler of the Max family, he was able to associate a qiē.

The owner who can carry the ghost behind his back to deliver news to him, his status must not be low, and his body is full of traces of a woman...... It's not hard to imagine the relationship between the two.

And that time in the hospital...... His real purpose may have been to get Connie out of the room, not to take people away - so that all the qiē could be explained.

It was the woman who wanted to take Connie away, and the man wanted to save Connie.

And the reason why the woman wanted to take Connie......

And also because of him. Gabriel.

That's why Sherlock asked that sentence.

The reason for the qiē is because of him - Gabriel.

This dying man.

"Let's get dressed." As soon as he signaled, the man holding the torch next to him immediately took out a set of black robes.

Sherlock looked at him, took the black robe and draped it over himself, and walked over to Gabriel's side.

"Connie's body is the same as a normal person's." He had already done the checking, and when he saw Gabriel, he knew that the woman probably had something in Connie that could save the man.

Gabriel sighed.

After a long moment, he spoke again.

"She is indeed an ordinary person, but she is not ordinary." As if caught in a memory, he rambled on and on.

The man behind him pushed the wheelchair back, and Sherlock followed.

"It was the winter of 2005, and I was on a flight to China, and on the plane I met a little girl who made a deep impression on me......" he began to elaborate, Sherlock listening with deep eyes.

Obviously, the person he's talking about is Connie.

She looked small and dark, her whole body seemed to be nourished, and her cheeks were sunken, but her dark eyes were amazingly bright, like stars in the sky, and I had never seen such vibrant eyes...... She sued me that her name was Wang Boran. ”

However, this is not possible.

In the winter of 2005, he was at 221B, and Connie had been living at Mrs. Hudson's house for almost a year.

“…… The plane was hit by lightning and crashed. He seemed to recall the most terrifying memory and took a deep breath: "At that time, I thought I was going to die, but she smiled and comforted me and said: 'Hey, at least you have lived more than ten years longer than me, see that I am still a little Lori, but I have to go to the Rhubarb Spring without even having a full meal'." I immediately laughed, feeling that this child was really calm in the face of life and death, obviously the other children were crying a handful of snot and tears. ”

Sherlock was speechless, that was indeed Connie's character.

Usually I am always afraid of this and that, but when it comes to life and death, she is the calmest one.

I think at the beginning, he also liked her the most.

And when she saw him, she was obviously scared but still pretended to be pampered......

Memories poured out all over my head.

Originally? Sherlock was a little stunned.

It's only been a few months, and I have so many memories?

"The elevator crashed eventually. That girl died before me. Her face and head were covered with blood, and she seemed to smile before she died, looking helpless, but her face was full of pain, and my eyes were blood-red, and I finally fainted somehow......" He laughed stupidly, and looked back at Sherlock.

"But when I woke up, I was lying in my bed, back to 10 months ago, in the spring of 2005." His voice grew slightly cold.

Sherlock was stunned and looked at him.

"At first, I thought it was just a dream, but what I experienced was repeated. Every day, I felt like I was living in a nightmare, because in the end, I died in that plane. "Finally, after a year, I deliberately avoided that trip, because thanks to that child, I even went out of my way to check on the guests on that flight." ”

Sherlock had a vague feeling.

"But this time, there is no more about a child named 'Wang Boran'."

So, I started a new life. Emilia has always been my favorite, I've been working hard to be worthy of her before, and this time, I decided to build the life we want with her. However, since then, my body has begun to weaken, my internal organs have gradually lost their vitality, and even my face has aged at an accelerated rate...... Guess how old I am now? ”

He looked at Sherlock with a grimace.

Ordinary people will probably think that this is a **ten-year-old man.

Perhaps even older, for his skin and gray hair looked even older than the average old man.

“30。” Sherlock looked him in the eye.

A person's eyes are the most illustrative of a qiē.

Gabriel smiled, not saying whether the answer was correct or not.

"What does this have to do with Connie?" Sherlock finally asked.

In fact, the answer has long been in mind.

"By chance, I saw the child on the streets of London, when I had just learned about the ghost...... That's Emilia's secret power, for the sake of my body, she has been doing all kinds of things, and then, I sent someone to find out about her...... Connie Hudson, she was that child, except that the trajectory of her life was completely different from the last time, and her body, unlike mine, was completely unaffected after that accident. There was envy and melancholy in his voice.

Connie is Wang Boran.

The little Chinese girl who died on the plane.

Sherlock remembered what Lestrade had asked her.

"Don't you miss your family?"

She sighed wistfully, but she seemed to be speechless.

And she shows from time to time, and she seems to be respectful of the plane.

That speaks volumes about her fear.

He muttered: "Didn't you think about stopping the take-off of that plane?" ”

Gabriel smiled bitterly: "No, but in the end, it was only delayed for one day, and the plane crashed as usual in the flight the next day......"

So he was also desperate, and during the period of physical weakness, he wondered if he had cheated to escape that fate, but he was not forgiven by death after all.

When he saw Connie, he seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

But he should have expected Emilia's unscrupulous means.

He never knew she was such a ruthless person, and he didn't care if it was for him, and he didn't care if it was bloody.

But they love each other, and that can't be changed.

Withdrawing from the memory, he looked at the hidden surprise in Sherlock's eyes, and felt that this man was not as indifferent as he seemed on the surface.

"I think you can guess a little about Emilia, she's very sensitive, but she's a person with a lot of self-esteem, and she's so smart that she can guess the relationship when she controls my whereabouts, anyway...... I didn't want to hurt that child, but Emilia thought that the only hope to save me was in her. Gabriel, who confessed to a weak heart, was very touched by Emilia's still sincere love, but at the same time felt heartache for her stubbornness and viciousness.

Sherlock let out a breath, his hand in his pocket rubbing the slightly warm chocolate bar, his heart ticking.

After a while, he regained his usual calm.

"Take me to her." He spit out the most direct ** in his heart.

At the moment, I want to see her.

Either way, it doesn't matter.

As long as she's safe.

No matter how big a secret is, it's not worth any interest.

The group of four arrived in the observation room, and Sherlock saw the person lying in the transparent glass coffin at a glance.

"Emilia has gone after Erin Adler." Gabriel reminded Sherlock.

Erin, the cunning woman.

Sherlock looked at Gabriel and understood that this qiē was his ploy.

Taking advantage of Erin's desire to escape from the ghost, he gave her this opportunity to bring Sherlock into the ghost and then use Erin to lure Emilia away to achieve her goal.

Kill two birds with one stone.

This smart man.

Sherlock has to say that the people in the ghost are indeed extremely intelligent.

"I'll take her away at once." He pushed open the door and walked over to her.

In the white room, her skin looked even paler, and her bloodless face looked oozing.

Opening the lid of the glass, he reached out his fingers and touched her soft, cold cheeks.

"Connie." He snorted softly, but couldn't wake her.

The machine had long since been turned off, but the large bag of blood that had been exported made Sherlock's eyes flash with anger.

Amelia.

He silently recited the name, picked up Connie horizontally, and gently held the person in his arms.

"Thank you." As he passed Gabriel, he spoke.

It's just that there isn't much gratitude on the face.

The person in his arms was as cold as a corpse.

Gabriel looked at his distant figure and let out a long sigh.

Connie's blood was drained, although it would not kill her, but it was already a great damage to her body, and the equipment here was infusing her with nutrient solution to keep her alive, but fortunately, it didn't take long...... It's just Amilia, I don't know what will happen.

"Send me back......," he muttered.

On the other side, Sherlock came out of another passage prepared by Gabriel with a man in his arms.

The dazzling sunlight shone on their bodies, and their pale skin seemed to be able to shine a glimmer of light from the sun.

He carried Connie and went straight to the car McCroft had sent.

"Go to the real yàn room." Mycroft's private room is guarded by state mercenaries and, most importantly, has the technology built by the Sherlock Holmes family - a private room that only the Holmes family can enter.

There, there was a qiē that Connie needed.

Erin Adler, who was near the airport, was stopped before she could get on the plane.

Looking at Amilia, who had come to arrest her personally, she laughed in surprise: "The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind." ”

She calculated, and was calculated again after all.

Emilia's face changed dramatically when she heard this, and she immediately returned to the ghost.

It's just that the building is empty.

Her gloomy face made everyone afraid to say more.

By the time she arrived at Gabriel's room, he was lying on the floor without a sound.

“NO！” She let out a roar and ran towards him.

But the person who was carried into her arms after flipping was a man in his early thirties.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and he was still breathing under the warm surface.

He looked more like he was asleep.

"Amilia?" Woken up by her voice, Gabriel awoke from his sleep.

"Honey, I thought ......," her voice was fragile.

Gabriel smiled and took her hand, and dropped a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

"I transfused that child's blood and now it's fine."

Emilia cried with joy: "Really!? Can she save you? ”

He nodded: "Yes, so don't hurt her in the future, okay?" She helped me and now she saved my life. ”

"Moreover, she is still a member of Sherlock Holmes, and the Sherlock Holmes family is not easy to mess with." He looked at Emilia with pleading eyes.

"Okay? Promise me! ”

"Okay." She agreed, and Gabriel smiled softly, and fell back into a drowsy state.