It was a woman's voice.

Twelve hours to solve the puzzle, or the woman will be blown to pieces.

Connie suddenly remembered Moriarty, as if the case was related to Moriarty.

It's just the details...... She really didn't have any impression at all.

Connie followed Sherlock all the way back to 221b, and in the basement, found the same place as in the picture.

Mrs. Hudson and Henry may have been on a trip by someone who had already come in.

Connie was so frightened that no one noticed that someone had stolen the key and hid a pair of sneakers in the room.

Connie felt that she lived on the first floor without encountering gangsters, and it was really her own fate.

The four of them stood in the basement, Sherlock crouched down and looked at the shoes, and took the bag that Lestrade had given him and filled them up.

"Go to St. Bartholomew's Hospital." Sherlock gave the order, John followed behind with his shoes, Lestrade was called back to the police station, and in the taxi, Connie looked out the window, her heart beating fast.

"How long?" Sherlock asked, and Connie paused for a moment, looking into his gaze.

She understood his question.

He knew she knew.

John: "What, for how long?" ”

Connie shook her head slowly: "Anyway, it's less than twelve, and then the next one will be based on the time you spend, and then it will be reduced a bit." ”

Routines, all routines.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and asked John, "What's your opinion?" ”

John was stunned for a moment: "Ask me? ”

"Say, I need the opinion of a bystander now."

John paused, and began to observe the shoes.

"Well, this shoe...... Very well maintained, should be new. John was hesitant, Connie couldn't bear to go directly to Google and searched for shoes with blue stripes on a white background, and the pictures that came out made her compare the brand for a while and came up with the answer.

"The shoes are in a big size, so it's a man...... Oh no, there are names in the shoes, and the average man doesn't do that, so this should be a teenager. John thought for a moment, felt that he had almost observed, and asked, "How am I doing?" ”

Sherlock spoke, then turned to Connie, "What about you?" ”

Connie looked up, "Me? ”

Seeing Sherlock nodding, she handed over her phone: "This is a limited edition produced in 1989, to say the least, it has been more than 20 years, but it looks so new, it must have been carefully preserved." ”

After a pause, Connie couldn't see anything else, and stared at the dirt on the soles of her shoes, "Maybe you can do a dirt analysis to see which region it is?" ”

“。” Sherlock rubbed Connie's hand and handed the phone back.

Uncle Driver has been listening intently.

Sherlock blinked, analyzed the other details, and got stuck in the last sentence: "...... Oh. ”

It dawned on him.

Several people were still sitting in the car.

John: "What's wrong?" ”

Connie covered her eyes, feeling that before she went to the hospital for analysis, Sherlock had already determined the case.

"Carl Powers."

John: "Carl Powers? Who's that? ”

Sherlock turned out the window, looking faintly lonely.

"My first case."

He fell into the memories.

"In 1989, a kid came from Brighton to London to compete in the championships, he was a champion swimmer, but he died in the pool. At the time, everyone thought it was an accident, except me. ”

John: "Really? Why? ”

"Because of the shoes, John, the shoes are gone." Sherlock had already figured out the news.

"I thought something was wrong when I saw it in the newspaper hill, but apparently no one noticed it, all his clothes were in the locker, except for his shoes."

John gasped: "So it was a murder, not an accident?" ”

"Turn around and go to 221B Baker Street." Sherlock commanded the driver.

"I want to save time and eliminate the need for a dirt test." Sherlock tossed the shoe to John.

"When I was working on the case, I brought the shoes to Lestrade."

John: "??? ”

"You got it!?"

Sherlock looked at the frightened John and snorted, "Who else will he look for besides you and Lestrade?" ”

Connie: "??? ”

John persuaded bitterly: "That's an important national case, I'm too busy to be alone, to be honest, it's strange why McCroft didn't look for me, I don't have the ability, and Lestrade ......"

As if realizing that this occasion was not suitable for speaking ill of others, John coughed: "Are you really not helping?" ”

Sherlock glanced at him, "Isn't there already you?" ”

The car turns to Baker Street, Sherlock pulls Connie out of the car, and John goes straight to the CIA.

Connie frowned a little face: "It looks like Mycroft is looking for John to solve the case?" But isn't he out of London? ”

Sherlock sneered and opened the door.

He took out the sample tissue that he had collected long ago from his pocket and began to experiment.

Connie sat on the side, quietly waiting for Sherlock, while thinking about something, and it didn't take long for her to fall asleep.

Sherlock sat in his chair, looking at the cells in the microscope, and suddenly his head was dizzy, his eyes closed, and a little girl in a white dress and his memory palace came to mind.

The little girl slept in one of the rooms, and Sherlock looked down from above and saw that it was a strange room, but the little girl in the white dress was Connie.

Opening her eyes, Sherlock glanced at Connie, who was sleeping on the couch, and closed her eyes again, but this time, there seemed to be a dream in the girl's sleep.

In the large white bubbles, images flashed, and Sherlock could easily see what was happening in the images.

The person in it is him, but he is not.

And the little girl in the white dress slept very sweetly.

After looking at those images, Sherlock guessed most of the case, but the figure was very vague.

Another man in a black suit.

The strange man.

Sherlock looked down on the palace to keep it quiet and warm, opened his eyes, changed a blanket for Connie, who was sleeping on the couch, and took out his computer to publish his opinion on the website.

It's only halfway through the timeline.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the pink phone rang again, and the woman's crying voice could be heard inside, and her location.

Sending the location to Lestrade, Sherlock took off his blazer, sat at Connie's feet with a cup of hot tea, and closed his eyes quietly on the couch, no one knowing what he was thinking at the moment.

Perhaps, he is waiting, the second case.

When Connie woke up, it was already dark, and I was very distressed by the fact that she often fell asleep and didn't know what year and month, but fortunately, the time to sleep every day was decreasing, and because of following Sherlock, walking was also quite exercised, plus supplements and stews were drunk every day, Connie could feel that her body was slowly getting better every day.

When he awoke, Connie was lying on the couch in Sherlock's room, while he stood by the window, playing the violin, John sat on the couch eating cookies, and Mrs. Hudson and Mr. Henry went out for a walk.

Seeing Connie wake up, John hurriedly brought a bowl of porridge.

"Mrs. Hudson kept me hot before she went out, were you hungry?"

Connie looked at John and smiled slightly, and thanked him, "Thank you, did you have dinner?" ”

John nodded, "Yes, but you know, Sherlock doesn't eat when he handles cases." ”

Connie nodded in understanding.

He didn't force Sherlock to eat together, after all, it was not a very friendly thing to interrupt the great god's thinking often.

"How's the bombing going?" She asked as she drank her porridge.

John chuckled, "It's settled, the hostage has been rescued and brought home, it's great." ”

Connie: "Alright, John, what about your case?" Is there any progress? ”

As soon as he said this, John crooked his mouth in anguish: "There was a civil servant named Andrew West who was found dead on the tracks of Battersea Railway Station, and the cause of death was a blow to the head......"

Connie's face froze.

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McCroft said that it was related to the latest missile defense system of the Ministry of Defense, and one of the backups of the planned content was missing, which he believed was taken by West, and now West is dead...... He wanted me to get that backup back. John sighed, feeling that there was no clue to the mission.

Connie gave a sympathetic look: "Come on!" If this case is successful, you will also be a senior detective who has cooperated with the country in the future, which will be a very good opportunity for your career. ”

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