Hurry up and feel the New York Police Department.

There, Connie meets her new friend, Alex, who she has been dreaming of.

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"Oh, are you alright, I'm worried to death!" Alex didn't rest all night, and after arriving in New York, he stayed with his father in the New York Police Department, and when he saw Connie coming, he immediately stepped forward and hugged her, and his eyes were red.

Connie patted her on the back with emotion and hugged her tightly: "I'm fine, I finally came out safely, which worries you." ”

"It's all my fault, I should have been with you at the time." Alex was teary-eyed.

Richard was distressed, and his daughter had never cried.

Connie was even more distressed and gently wiped her tears: "No, it's not your fault, it's all the kidnapper's fault!" We're going to catch him! ”

Although the object is Moriarty, she basically has no hope, but comforting the sister paper is a critical event!

"Yes, we're going to catch him! That badass! Alex clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, and the two little girls went back and forth like this, making everyone laugh at the police station.

"It's okay, we're all worried about you." Richard also loves this well-behaved little girl, not to mention that she is Alex's new BFF.

Connie looked back and thanked, "I must have worried you." Trouble. ”

"Where, that's too polite." Sensible children are always prone to overflowing maternal love. Beckett touched Connie's head, a smile on his face.

"We may need you to tell us a little bit about how you were taken," Beckett said apologetically.

Connie nodded hurriedly: "Okay." ”

Connie followed Beckett into the office to take a note.

"This is Kevin, this is Espoo." Two men, one black and one white, looked like partner police officers, and when they saw the two, they greeted them very friendly.

"This is the girl who was rescued?"

Connie smiled, "Hi, my name is Connie, Connie Hudson. ”

The two big men were obviously at a loss.

"Hello, I'm Espoo." Connie reached out and shook her hand, the small palm in Espo's hand, a stark contrast.

"Such a small ......," he muttered, for fear that he would accidentally crush the little hand.

Kevin had recently been married, and his wife was pregnant, and he had been suffering from fantasies about children, and Connie was a small one, slender and petite, and so sweet and polite, and laughed like a little sun, which immediately poked him in the spot—although in terms of genetics, it was impossible for him to give birth to a daughter of such a appearance.

"Hello, I'm Kevin." His eyes lit up.

Inexplicably, there is a kind of rush to meet an idiot.

Connie smiled and shook his hand, though.

"Such a young child must have suffered a lot." In Kevin's estimate, it should be seven or eight years old.

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm thirteen." Such a small three words obviously stimulated Connie.

In a Western country where Orientals in their early 30s are still considered college students, minors simply can't live.

"Okay, so let's hear the specifics. Don't be nervous, just answer my questions. ”

After a while, Richard and Sherlock also entered the office, and several people sat on the couch. Each with a cup of coffee.

This surprised Connie.

Sherlock seems to be at home here, much more so than in Scotland Yard.

But when I think about it, Richard is not a person who takes the usual path, and Sherlock can be considered to have found the same kind?

"Can you describe what happened?" Beckett took out a pen and paper to take notes.

"Hmm. While I was in the room, after the gunshots had all gone out, Mrs. Hudson put me and Alex into the room, and Alex went to the bathroom, and then I was covered in the mouth - that was supposed to be my kidnapper."

"Moriarty." Sherlock muttered.

Connie nodded: "When I woke up, I was in a closed room, full of concrete walls, no windows and doors, only a large bed, and a high roof with many murals painted on it. Connie pondered the details of the room.

"Did he do anything to you?" Beckett asked another question.

Everyone was stunned.

Do what?

What can be done?

Connie's face flushed, remembering that she was held in King's arms at that time to open gifts and forcibly feed.

Although I was quite helpless at the time, but now that I think about it, I have to tell them what happened, how do I feel a little embarrassed?

"Uh...... No, he just made me ...... Open the gift. ”

“what？” This answer was obviously quite unexpected.

Connie smiled a little shyly: "It's that when I woke up, I was fed something to eat, and then I fell asleep again, and when I woke up again, there was an extra Christmas tree in the room, and there were many gifts under the tree." Many, many ...... I probably dismantled it for hours. "She doesn't want to receive gifts in her life.

Richard rubbed the corners of his mouth.

"It's my dream......" Beckett's voice quickly lowered under Beckett's stare.

Connie smiled silently, not knowing what to say.

"So, he didn't do anything to hurt you. So how did you get out? ”

"He went out, and then I was thrown out by two women. One is called Sara and the other is called Ellie. Connie and her described Moriarty, Sara, and Ellie's general appearances before they were dismissed.

"Later, I was brought home by Meghan, and then Sherlock picked me up."

Beck nodded and put away his pen: "Okay, I'll post the portrait for attention." Don't worry, with our protection, you'll be fine. ”

Connie nodded in thanks and walked out of the office, where Alex, who was listening outside, hugged her.

"Hungry? What should I eat? "It's been an hour since we talked about it.

Kevin's fatherly attack and asked with concern.

"yes, the coffee and pizza on the corner are good." Espoo was also very enthusiastic, although he was hungry himself.

Alex's stomach rang just in time.

Connie smiled, "Okay, thank you." ”

Turning back, Connie looked at Sherlock, who was quietly excessive.

He hadn't spoken, and for some reason, it made her a little uneasy.

"Sherlock?"

"Don't worry." He replied, immersed in his own thoughts.

Connie looked at him in a daze for a moment, then turned her head as well.

But the uneasiness in my heart grew stronger.

"Beckett! Something happened downstairs! Like a bolt from the blue, it hit Connie's head.

Her uneasiness was finally maximized.

Beckett rushed out, Richard followed, and the officers in the police station also went out.

Connie was covered in a cold sweat and pulled Alex to the downstairs tremblingly.

At the entrance of the NYPD, two corpses are being hung.

In the sculpture, a soldier's sharp spear is strung with a human head on the left and right.

One man and one woman.

The man's expression was reverent, and there was even obsession and adoration in his open eyes.

And that woman's eyes were full of fear and hatred.

Ellie, that's Ellie.

This is Moriarty's hand.

"Who's that man?" Connie asked with a shudder.

Alex squeezed her hand, "This is the male doctor who wrote blood. ”

The bloody body was supported only by a single skull.

On the building opposite the sculpture, a white scroll suddenly hung at this moment.

"It's a gift for your sins, my girl."

The handwriting was apparently written by someone.

Fear caused Connie's pupils to dilate.

This note is just like him, arrogantly making people feel cute.

However, the two bloody corpses made her shiver all over her body.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

"Espoo, immediately send someone to the other side to search the entire building!" Beckett gave the order, and Espoo immediately rushed over with a pair of men and horses with a gun.

There were already many people watching and taking pictures.

The indispensable fingering made Connie feel that she was exposed to the public, and suddenly there was an inescapable embarrassment and fear.

Darkness fell, and she was embraced into her arms.

A rich aroma of coffee envelops her, with a hint of nicotine.

"It's none of your business." He groaned as hard as a magnet.

"It's none of your business." He said again,

There was a burst of warmth on her back, and Dazhang put it on her back and the top of her head.

The loose hand took the woolen coat and wrapped it around his slender waist.

A long, muffled voice came from his arms.

"It's none of my business." It's Moriarty, whether it's these two people, or her, it's Moriarty's business.

And she is entangled, also because of Sherlock, after all, it is still Sherlock and Moriarty's business, what is she sad about here, it is none of her business at all......

After a long time, she came out of his arms, her red little face had been pressed, and her fragile skin looked like a newborn rabbit.

"Now that the fugitive doctor has appeared, I shouldn't be in danger."

When she looked up, she saw his bright eyes, and she looked away a little embarrassed, always feeling that he had seen through it again.

"Yes, it's not dangerous." He spoke again, this time with a clear voice in his voice.

"Then let's go back to London." Mrs. Hudson must have been worried about her. As for Moriarty, it shouldn't appear anytime soon, right?

"Okay." Now Connie began to be flattered.

Alex was on the sidelines from beginning to end, and then it began to feel wrong: "Back to London? What about Officer Lestrade? ”

Connie: "......"

Sherlock: "......"

Richard: "I didn't find any traces, it looks like I escaped for that Moriarty this time, it's disgusting!" ”

Beckett: "Don't worry, I'll do my most to investigate, the most important thing now is to keep Connie safe in case that Moriarty returns." ”

Alex shook his head: So no one cares about the bomber and the comfort of Lestrade, a dignified British police officer, right?