Detective Sherlock the Wizard and Detective

Chapter 13

On Christmas Day, the fire in the fireplace inside the house was burning hotly, and there was a stark difference in temperature between the snowy world outside. In addition to my father, Inspector Lestrade and Jasmine from Batts Hospital also joined the Christmas party at 221b Baker Street. night.Everything fits nicely with Sherlock and Scythia's Christmas music.Of course, except for some discordant episodes in the middle, I will not elaborate here.

Today is December 12th, so Secia got up early in the morning to unwrap presents.Most people in the UK only read gifts from others on the 26th, with some exceptions.

What Secia gave to her aunt was a pair of gloves she knitted herself, and Sherlock gave the defensive green crystal. She began to worry, would Sherlock put it on her body?probably not.Would he just throw it in a drawer?If that's the case, it doesn't do anything at all.So after unpacking the gift she received, she was going to remind Sherlock, but when she came up, she felt that she had thought too much.

"Sherlock, why don't you open your presents, today is Boxing Day, you should open your presents today."

Cycia saw the presents that Sherlock had thrown into the living room casually, and her gift was also among them, a small green box, which she carefully prepared.

"Since when did you come here according to the rules, Secia? Gifts are meaningless things, and I don't see any use for them." Sherlock was looking at his computer without raising his head. Secia felt himself There must be a black line on the forehead.

"Sherlock, why don't you take it apart? You may be interested." Saisia ​​said still unwillingly.

"No, there is no need to open it. I also know that there is nothing I am interested in. What Mrs. Hudson gave me was a scarf. Lestrade gave me his favorite CD every year. Molly gave me a watch this year. Yours is a rock, I don't need any of that." Sherlock was still looking at his computer.

"No, then how will you deal with it?"

"throw away"

"Throw away? All of them?" Secia felt that she had never known Sherlock before, and she stared in surprise at the man who hadn't looked up since she came up.This time, he was finally willing to look at her.

"Seccia, my brain doesn't need extra things, and neither does my cabinet." Sherlock looked at Ceccia without any waves in his eyes, as if to say, Ceccia, I am such a person.

Sherlock, is nothing important to you other than what you need to know?

No, he had to accept her gift. In order to strengthen the defense of the gift, she even cut her own blood. How could he throw it away without even looking at it.Secia walked to the gift, took out her gift, and placed it heavily in front of Sherlock.

"Open it, Sherlock, you must open it and keep it." Secia looked at the man in front of him seriously.She really wanted to slap him to death.

1 minute later, Sherlock is looking at the computer....

2 minutes later, Sherlock is looking at the computer...

3 minutes….

4 minutes…

5 minutes later raised his head,

Sherlock: "Seccia, why are you still here?"

"I thought we were friends?" Secia was a little sad.

"No, Secia, I don't think friends should keep each other's useless things." He glanced at her quickly.

Cycia is sad... that is not a useless item, it is useful, its defense can withstand bullets, even small missiles. (Dear friends, the defense is a bit strong, don't shoot it, it will be used in future plots.)

Well, if you don't drive it, I will drive it myself.She tore open the gift box herself, revealing the beautiful green crystal, surrounded by a silver eagle, which looked like an ordinary ornament. It was made on the glass, hopefully unobtrusive, and the back of the crystal was engraved with a complex magic circle that Sherlock couldn't see.

"Sherlock, what do you think, isn't it beautiful?" Secia pushed the gift in front of Sherlock.

"No, I divide objects into useful and useless."

"No, Sherlock, you should take it and hang it around your neck." Secia's tone was not gentle, and she tugged Sherlock's hand on the keyboard.

"I won't put that kind of thing on me. It's more useful than a magnifying glass." Sherlock gently broke away from the hand held by Secia.

"No, how can you do this? You have to accept it, you don't have to wear it all the time, but you have to accept it. Do you know that I specially chose it for you...for you..., it is very..." Secia almost said that it was done for you, she seemed a little anxious, she pulled Sherlock's hand again.

"Seccia, you're starting to become boring because of one thing." Sherlock closed the computer and was about to stand up and leave.Secia felt very sad, she spent most of her magic power, otherwise, after being injected with drugs that day, her body would not be so serious.

She grabbed Sherlock's wrist and didn't want him to leave. Her eyes were already wet, and she felt a little wronged. She wanted to say that she did it. His, she wanted to say, I want you to be safe, I'm afraid you'll get hurt, you'll be safe if you bring it... But she couldn't say a word, at this moment, she wasn't as eloquent as usual, she didn't know how to explain this , How to explain why it is safe to wear it.A drop of tear fell onto the table, making a soft thud.But her hand still held Sherlock tightly, not letting him leave.

"Secia, I always thought you would be different, oh, but you are always a woman, controlled by emotions, you will shed tears easily over a trivial matter, start to make trouble for no reason, and get entangled. You think you choose Yes, I have to accept? I thought you would catch up to one percent of me, but maybe I was wrong, there are always many redundant and useless things in your brain, and I am very disappointed in this."

Cycia saw the disappointment in Sherlock's eyes, she began to panic, she was afraid that Sherlock would treat her like someone else, she was afraid that she was not a special case with Sherlock, since when did she find that she liked Sherlock Say to her, Oh, Cycia, you are different from them; Cycia, you are very smart..., when did she start to like that feeling, the feeling of being treated differently by Sherlock, just because of friends?No, she doesn't feel that way about friends.She didn't know why, but she knew that if she let Sherlock go away like this, she would regret it, even though she didn't know what she would regret, it turned out that she was really emotional, no, no Let him down on himself, I am different from them, I am not so unreasonable.

However, Secia is indeed irrational sometimes, she is indeed playing with firecrackers.

Secia wiped away the tears on her face, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

"After a while, never, never ask me to explain, never ask anything, use your reason to find out the answer yourself, remember, this is what you asked for." know the decision.

She walked over to Sherlock, opened his left drawer, and took out a pistol from it.She forced the green crystal inlaid with an eagle into Sherlock's hand,

"Hold it tight" After finishing speaking, Secia walked to a place five meters away from him, stopped and turned around, put an armor on himself, opened the safety valve of the gun, and with teary eyes, coldly Looking at Sherlock, he saw his tightly clenched fist, and then raised the gun in his hand, aiming directly at Sherlock's chest, where his heart was.Her movements are neat and standard, not like a novice, more like she has been specially trained.Yes, in the previous world, for the sake of the professor, she specially practiced guns. She once hoped to kill Voldemort with a hot weapon, but she never succeeded.And now, for Sherlock, she raised her pistol again.

Sherlock stood in front of the gun, motionless, and he felt that he was about to lift another layer of Scythia's veil.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The loud gunshot echoed in the room, and soon, the bullets in the gun were finished by Secia.Sherlock could see clearly, every bullet seemed to be blocked by something when it was about to hit his body, none of them entered his body, he was not injured at all, and he didn't shed even a little blood .

After loading the bullets, Secia put the pistol on the side rack, turned and walked downstairs, and then walked out of the house, she wanted to be alone.As she turned, Sherlock heard her say,

"It's not useless."

Sherlock knew that what she was talking about was a gift, the things in his hands were not useless, on the contrary, they were very useful.This was not chosen by her, it should be specially made by her.Before she was kidnapped, she asked for his blood and stayed in the room, probably for this reason.Sherlock felt something hot in his hands, which was beyond his comprehension.He remembered what Secia said before he shot,

"After a while, never, never ask me to explain, never ask anything, use your reason to find out the answer yourself, remember, this is what you asked for."

Yes, I can't ask her anything.

Mrs. Hudson heard the gunshots and went upstairs to see Sherlock picking up the bullets on the ground.

"What happened, Sherlock?" Mrs. Hudson asked worriedly.

"Nothing happened, it was just a small test." Sherlock opened his left hand and examined the pendant carefully. He saw a word on the silver eagle: Ravenclaw.

The author has something to say: to shoot

you have to take it easy

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In fact, I am afraid to shoot.

Rolling for collection, please comment......

☆, not the planned ending