The heat rises in the mouth, and the dry touch gradually wakes people up from a deep sleep.

In the dark, the flaxen-colored pupils were like the sharp rays on a needle, sweeping over the sleeping face inch by inch.

The slender hands were like white jade, covered with reddish cheeks, elegant and gentle.

After a moment, a faint chill touched his cheeks.

"Hmm......" The person on the bed snorted softly, lightly turned his cheek, but the coldness followed, one turned over, and the little girl shrank into a ball under the covers, leaving only a few strands of hair in the air, touching the coldness of the night.

Despite the air conditioning in the room, Connie shrunk when she came out of the bed.

It was still dark, and she got up and turned on the lamp, only to see the door with a gap.

Like a thunderbolt, the remnants of sleepiness were immediately emptied at this moment, accompanied by endless panic.

In an instant, her face turned from slightly red to as white as snow.

Before she went to bed, she obviously locked the door.

Glancing at the alarm clock on the wall, 4.44.

With a tight breath in her mouth, she stared at the second hand of the clock as it went from 9 to 12.

London time, December 12, 4:44 a.m. sharp.

The whole body is like falling into an ice cellar.

It's a dream......

It's so weird......

She stiffened her way to the door, getting up and walking towards it.

"Squeak", the wheel made a small cracking sound.

The lights in the hallway went out, leaving only a small desk lamp on duty.

Her ward, on the other hand, was in the westernmost room, separated from the center's duty desk, by at least seven or eight rooms.

She wanted to ask.

The sentence "Is there anyone" seems to be blocked in the throat, and it is impossible to ask, and the fear derived from it is even more doubled.

After a moment of silence, Connie didn't dare to take a step, she locked the door and turned on the switches of all the lights in the room.

The bright light lit up the room for a moment, as if most of the fear had been dispelled.

She sat back in bed quietly and waited for the sun to fall.

There was a mobile phone on the bedside table, she took it and put it in her hand, clicked on the messages in the mailbox, and read them one by one, Mrs. Hudson's, Coco Xili...... Sherlock's.

But the fear in my heart lingered.

Accustomed to this, even in 221b, it took her a long time to get used to, and outside, even if it was a hospital, she would subconsciously lock the door while sleeping.

However, she had already told Amanda that she would have the key if she wanted to make rounds, so she locked the door with peace of mind.

As a child, it's always understandable to be insecure.

But Amanda checked the room, so she won't close the door, right?

Nothing to say, Connie was just instinctively frightened, her mind uncontrollably free, her imagination squeezing her heart.

Rational but constantly comforting himself.

What do you think, maybe you just forgot to close the door......

Connie retracted into the bed, her fast-beating heart slowed down slightly, but the phone "jingled" and automatically turned off at this time.

≧_≦Why didn't she make a call on her phone just now!?

To whom?

What's important!

She's so scared!!

She shrunk into the quilt, wrapped herself in a ball, staring at the door and not daring to blink her eyes.

“…… Card rub, card rub. The sound of the door handle spinning.

Play asleep or fight back?

Hide?

She looked under the bed, and then at the cabinet next to the bed...... No, the rhythm of the second hanging.

The spin outside the door became extremely fast, then stopped, and then there was a small cracking sound.

Pick the lock!

The man is back?

Did someone sneak into her room!?

With a big head, Connie didn't have time to think, turned around and opened the window directly.

The cold wind "swished" towards her, freezing her teeth trembling.

On the second floor, there is grass below, so you shouldn't be able to fall to death.

During the battle between heaven and man, the door lock was opened with a "snap".

Connie's heart jumped, and she stood by the window.

The person outside the door opened the door and saw the crumbling figure by the window, raising his eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little surprised by the scene in front of him.

"Connie?" A familiar voice with an elegant, magnetic sound.

Like a savior.

Connie froze, and looked back to see her familiar eyebrows showing confusion.

Shylock.

She almost fell.

Fortunately, he quickly grabbed the railing by the window.

“…… Summer...... Shylock. Can you give me a hand? She was on the verge of tears.

"Why?"

"I have weak legs ......"

“……”

Sherlock Holmes felt that children and women had always been the most stupid and innocent and incomprehensible species in the world.

And Connie Hudson, after undoubtedly combining the characteristics of these two species, also combined its own characteristics to evolve.

Her mind was simply puzzling to him.

Convoluted.

Oh, that word would one day be used on himself.

This undoubtedly made him a little unhappy.

"Say it. Just now. Carrying the man back to the bed, Sherlock asked, raising an eyebrow.

Connie wrapped herself in a ball with the quilt and told her all about the previous events.

After speaking, he asked uneasily: "Maybe the nurse forgot to close the door during the ward rounds......"

Sherlock smiled meaningfully, making her heart tremble.

“…… Why are you laughing like this. She asked with a wooden face.

"Aren't you hurting? Shrinking like this? He leaned against the railing at the end of the bed.

Connie was stunned when she heard this, it hurts?

She looked down blankly, looked at her abdomen, slowly pulled her clothes open, and gently pressed them on her lower abdomen.

It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all.

"This ......" The effect of the anesthetic is over, right? When the surgery was just done, she was in pain.

Connie was a little baffled.

"Oh. Looks like he's given you a shot of painkillers, it's really sweet......" Connie swore that it definitely didn't sound as good as it sounded literally.

He ...... Who is it. ”

Sherlock didn't say anything more.

In silence, Connie looked up and saw a pair of green eyes that suddenly approached, as indifferent as sand.

Breathing suddenly became cautious.

With a slightly cool touch, his long, cold fingertips touched her slightly pouting cheeks.

The green pupils stared at the face carefully, as if studying, and the bottom of the eyes was full of seriousness.

Connie froze slightly, as if a trace of electricity was running through her back, and obvious fear crossed her dull eyes.

This was not overlooked by those green eyes.

"What does it feel?"

“…… What does it feel like for a sheep to be targeted by a wolf? After hesitating for a few seconds, Connie told the truth.

It is undeniable that if it were normal, she would have been bumping into a deer, such a romantic and gentle act, even if Sherlock didn't do it for the reason it should be, she would probably blush and be shy.

However, at that moment, the first feeling that crossed her mind turned out to be a deep tremor and fear.

There's also a sense of déjà vu.

It seems like...... Someone had done the same to her.

The cold touch made her hairs stand on end.