[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

The baby was still sobbing, and Mycroft hugged him stiffly with a blank expression.

"Let's go," Su Fu greeted, "They usually drive in with the guide lights, but now that the circuit has been blown out, the lights must be off, we can only feel blind..."

She said and pushed the door out.

Freya was nowhere to be seen, probably looking for a commanding height to ambush, in order to accurately kill those sentry towers.

The fog in the deep valley was thick, and it was almost impossible to see anything clearly, except for some faint cries, or exclamations, or the rolling and rubbing of the gravel under the feet, and a few lonely and strange crows.

"Be careful..." Su Fu helped Dr. Lance, who was almost tripped by a weed vine, "Go ahead."

After half an hour.

"Why do I feel like we're back where we were?" Su Fu muttered, and recited the directional spell again, but it was still useless. She used the mirror to call Freya, and only her could be seen in the mirror. Own face, obviously Freya didn't hold it in her hands.

"What the hell are these fogs—" Stephen said as he slashed off a reaper's head with a horizontal knife. Blood was dripping from his head, and he rolled down the slope with a grunt.

After walking such a distance, they have already killed at least five or six harvesters, and they don't know how many more they will go deeper into the mist.

"Why don't you leave a mark before leaving?" Stephen said, chopping off the tentacles of the reaper he killed just now, and placed them squarely on a low sapling.

other people:"……"

Continue to move forward, the direction is still unknown, the fangs and bloody mouth of the reaper still pop out from time to time, but they still haven't walked out.

"It's really back?!" Su Fu looked at the Reaper's tentacles that Stephen placed on the branch just now as if he had seen a ghost, "Ghost hit the wall?"

"Who!" Stephen shouted suddenly, and the dusty wormwood in front of him seemed to move.

Su Fu raised his wand and was about to strike when a black shadow suddenly stood up in the grass.

"It's me," Freya said, throwing the spear on her back, "Sure enough, you didn't go out..."

Stephen let out a long sigh.

At this moment, Lilian seemed to regain consciousness. She called Stephen's name a few times and asked, "Where is the child—we...where are we?"

"The child is fine," Stephen answered her in a low voice, but looked around vigilantly, "We are in the Valley of Ghosts, don't worry, we will be out soon..."

Mycroft handed the baby over to her for a look, and she murmured "Thank you" with her clear eyes reflecting the surrounding mist, and said, "If there is no guide...it will be difficult to get out here of."

Su Fu waved her hand, and the cold gray mist drifted past her fingers: "I'm just wondering, since the sense of direction is so confusing here, how was the laboratory built? How did they get in there—— "

"So," Sherlock suddenly looked at her, "Sue, how did you and Annick get in here?"

Su Fu subconsciously said: "Juan--"

"By the way," Freya frowned, "where's your owl?"

"Huh?" Su Fu finally realized that her home Juanjuan was gone, and quickly looked around, "Yes, Juanjuan, it was still here when we entered the laboratory..."

"You mean—that silly owl led you into the Valley of Ghosts?"

Just as Su Fu was about to nod to answer, Sherlock suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her, and she staggered forward——Freya turned her hand to take off the gun on her back, hardly needing to aim, and without any intermittent lifting or pulling. The trigger, the gun with the silencer pipe "squeaked" softly, and the green smoke dispersed in the mist.

Stephen whispered: "More than one..."

Freya shifted again, raised the gun, the bullet sank into someone's flesh with a "poof", and a fleeting flower of blood bloomed in the gray mist.

And the sound in the air is no longer limited to vague moaning and birdsong, but a large area of ​​low-pitched "rustling" footsteps, like the wind grabbing dry leaves, crushing the last bit of life, becoming Flour.

"They're all coming this way—"

"I don't know how many..."

"Maybe dozens, maybe hundreds."

"Oh my God……"

Sherlock raised his hand and threw a gun to Mycroft, but just watched him shrug his shoulders and didn't speak.

Su Fu took a deep breath, twitched the corners of his lips and said, "It's all right, they're not as vicious as outside..."

"It's not up to you to be vicious or not—"

"bump!"

It is unknown who fired the first shot, and one of the tentacles was broken and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, there was an ugly and piercing cry, which was obviously a sound from a human throat, but it was like a wild beast.

"Be careful," Freya raised the gun again, "pay attention behind—"

As she spoke, she fired two shots at Su Fu's back, and Su Fu's palm holding the magic wand was already soaked in cold sweat.

There are bloodthirsty monsters in all directions, and there are four or five ordinary people among them, if they can't get out, if they can't get out——

No.

can't think like that...

But this is the weird ghost valley.

She put her left hand in her pocket—

"Touch!" A gunshot exploded in her ear, followed by Sherlock's exasperated voice: "Don't you want to live!"

She quickly swung out a chaotic spell, and a Reaper fell at her feet.

"what sound--"

"careful!"

There are more and more Reapers, and the range they stand in is getting smaller and smaller, and the air filled with a strong smell of blood is almost stagnant.

Dr. Lance protected Lilian behind him, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This time it's really—"

Freya hit a reaper on the head with the butt of a gun, and at this moment she asked again: "Did you hear any sound—"

Su Fu raised his head subconsciously, and in the gray and chaotic mist in his field of vision, a brilliant rainbow seemed to flash across.

Immediately afterwards, the soft and beautiful cry of some kind of animal came to my ears.

She paused while waving her wand, not daring to answer: "Fox?"

"Who?"

Su Fu killed a slow-moving harvester in twos and threes, and said loudly: "I say, we are saved!"

When the phoenix descended, the cold and silent mist in the valley seemed to be rendered a beautiful golden red.

And an owl landed on her shoulder, rubbing her neck affectionately.

==

Two days later.

"I can't believe it - it's the first time I've seen a live phoenix!" Stephen shook his head and sighed.

"Few people can tame a phoenix." Su Fu poked Fox's smooth and gorgeous feathers, "but Dumbledore did it...Phoenixes are very rare creatures. They have strong attack power and can carry many Something heavy—like a few of us."

Fox originally brought Su Fu a batch of materials about the new century of vampires according to Dumbledore's letter, but he just happened to catch up with them being trapped, so he brought several people out of the mysterious valley of ghosts.

They settled in a small town about [-] miles away from Ghost Valley. Lilian was sent to the only hospital in the town for temporary recuperation. After the baby was checked, no major problems were found. Dealing with the follow-up affairs of the ghost valley leaving the laboratory, the rest of the people are idle, going in and out between the hospital and the hotel all day long.

Su Fu went through all the books and materials that Dumbledore asked Fox to bring over, but before that, Lillian had already told her what she saw in Norrington's handbook—about the origin of the Reapers, The legend of the Valley of Ghosts, and the vampire war triggered by the contradiction between mixed blood and pure blood at that time directly led to the rapid decline of the new century.

At noon that day, Freya and Dr. Lance went to the hospital to accompany Lillian. Because Sherlock was bored, he borrowed the hotel owner's old violin and stood by the window and played one after another, attracting customers who passed by for a drink. Loud applause, and the girl who came over to watch him by the window.

Su Fu nestled on the chair beside him and almost fell asleep, and was awakened by the applause of other people. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, poked Sherlock's arm and said, "What time is it?"

"12:30."

She stood up and stretched her waist: "I promised McCaw that I would go to the Ghost Valley at noon to have a look, do you want to go?"

Sherlock tilted his head noncommittally, but returned the violin to the innkeeper.

The girls outside the window sighed in disappointment.

Su Fu stepped forward to hold his arm, and quickly pulled him away.

Mycroft specially sent someone to pick them up by car, the car drove out quickly, the scenery outside the window turned into a long gray belt, Su Fu counted the time, the Hogwarts Christmas holiday was coming to an end, She has to go back soon.

Sherlock suddenly asked: "Is he looking for you?"

Su Fu nodded.

She remembered that after McCoff escaped from danger on the first day, he immediately notified his subordinates to deal with the matter, but because the deep valley was so weird and foggy, it was difficult to tell the direction. I had to retreat because of the remaining reapers, and now the entire canyon is surrounded. Of course the reapers can't get out, but people outside can't get in either.

Mycroft asked her if she had any good suggestions, and Su Fu replied, "It depends on whether you want to keep the lab...or destroy it all?"

The other party pondered: "If you can't find other effective measures, you have to do the same as Dungeness—the only trouble is that Dungeness is the Gobi Desert, where there are almost no people, but there are a few people around Ghost Valley. Town, if there is too much movement, it is really difficult to deal with..."

But Su Fu just nodded and said: "That's nothing - you can leave it to me."

An hour later they reached the edge of the Valley of the Ghosts.

It was the place where Freya and Su Fu came for the first time last time, because only here is relatively flat, with many vehicles parked around and engineering personnel walking around from time to time, while Mycroft was standing with his hands in his suit pockets. Not far away.

"Good afternoon." When the two of them approached, Mycroft turned and said.

"Good afternoon—Is there still nothing I can do?"

"Trying to..."

Su Fu let go of Sherlock's hand, and walked a few steps forward to the gravel-strewn place on the edge of the canyon. Looking down, there was still a thick fog, and he didn't know what was in the depths.

"Why don't you let them all evacuate, and I'll clean it up."

Mycroft was a little surprised and said, "Your strength alone?"

"Of course," Su Fu said without raising his head, "I wanted to do this before I came out of the valley."