[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"He only trusts himself," Su Fu looked away indifferently, and continued, "Don't forget, he is Voldemort."

Severus was silent for a while, but just shook his head and said nothing.

"As for Karkaroff... I don't think he has the guts to stand up and accuse me, let alone, does he have evidence?"

"As long as the Dark Lord doesn't come back, everything will be fine," Severus said.

Su Fu said jokingly: "Then pray that he never comes back..."

"I hope so."

==

Spring came so fast after Christmas. After the ice and snow melted, the branches did not show fresh green, but the temperature dropped a few degrees. You can see pedestrians still wrapped up everywhere on the streets of London. Of course, there are many people who are not afraid of the cold and want to feel The breath of spring is fresh, so a spectacle of two seasons going on at the same time is formed on the street.

At the beginning of March, Jasmine had just returned from attending a seminar in the United States when she received a piece of sad news——

Dr. Lance is leaving.

She came over to the hospital's laboratory on the first day she returned to London, and Dr. Lance had just submitted his resignation to the dean.

She could only stand at the door and watch him pack his things.

The laboratory was destroyed once before, but it was repaired a month ago. It just happened to replace the old equipment and appliances, and also made decorations. Dr. Lance had complained about the exhaust duct of the laboratory before, and now it is installed A new vent, and he was leaving.

The next day, Dr. Lance called someone to help him move things, and Sherlock also came, accompanied by a very beautiful silver-haired woman that Jasmine had never seen before.

She looked at it for a long time and asked unconsciously: "Doctor, hasn't the person from the moving company come yet?"

Dr. Lance froze for a moment, then shook his head and said, "We can take it ourselves..."

Then Jasmine saw that tall and beautiful silver-haired woman took a long leg, picked up a big box that looked incredibly heavy, and went downstairs briskly.

Jasmine: "..."

She made two trips back and forth and moved all the things into the downstairs car. Jasmine's surprised expression never disappeared from the beginning to the end, but Dr. Lance and Sherlock were used to it, so she was embarrassed to ask something.

Probably because she looked too concerned, Dr. Lance patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: "I just went out with Freya for a walk, and I will definitely meet again in the future..."

Jasmine could only nod silently. Dr. Lance waved his hand, pointing to the silver-haired woman standing idly against the door frame, and said, "This is Freya—Freya, Jasmine, my former experimental assistant."

Freya nodded coldly, her golden pupils reflected a light and cold color in the afternoon sun, reminiscent of some kind of hard metal with sharp edges and corners, which made her gaze too sharp and heavy, but the eyes she stared at That person didn't care at all, she looked at Sherlock sitting in front of the experiment table for a while, and finally said: "She still hasn't come back?"

"Hmm..." The other party replied absent-mindedly, and it took a while to realize what Freya had said. She turned the coarse focus spiral in her hand and said without raising her head, "She is busier than all of us at least Ten thousand times—”

Freya frowned: "Did you tell her we're leaving tomorrow?"

Sherlock raised his eyelids and glanced at her, a schadenfreude smile appeared in his dark green eyes, and he said in a very regrettable tone: "It's really not the time for you to leave, she will be in court for the second time tomorrow."

Freya: "..."

"Hmm—just a question," Jasmine interjected in embarrassment, "Sherlock, do you know where Sue has gone? I went to the newspaper office and her house but couldn't find it, and I couldn't get through the phone either."

"It's no wonder that I can get through," Sherlock muttered, "She changed her career to litigate for someone else."

Jasmine: "?"

"Okay, okay," Dr. Lance said with a smile, "Sue has been very busy recently, we haven't seen her for a long time..."

"Is that so..."

Freya waved, "Let's go?"

Dr. Lance had already completed all the formalities for Jasmine, and he left after saying goodbye to Jasmine.

Jasmine sent him downstairs, and when Sherlock came up again, she was still sitting in front of the laboratory table, and she just said: "You—"

"I'm going to Chicago the day after tomorrow," he interrupted her abruptly, "so I don't have time to have dinner with you."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and continued to do his own thing. Jasmine stood there awkwardly for a while, and heard him say again: "...Sorry."

Jasmine quickly waved her hand: "It's okay... If you're busy—I mean, is there any new case in the United States?"

"It's a case I handled before," Sherlock said. "The old nest of the criminal group is in Chicago. I have to go and have a look."

"Then will you go tomorrow—"

"I'll go see Edmond and Freya off, but you don't have to wait for me, because I have to go to Mycroft before that."

"All right……"

The next day.

Dr. Lance and Freya's plane was at four o'clock in the afternoon, so Molly had lunch with them at noon.

They will go to Germany first on this trip, because Freya promised Yadao Shen and Mao to go with them to find another friend. The time dragged on for too long, and the two of them went there first. I went back to Japan before, because the first stop of Freya and Dr. Lance's itinerary was Germany.

It wasn't until they entered the departure hall that Sherlock strode in, glanced at them in the crowd, and Dr. Lance joked, "I thought you wouldn't come..."

Sherlock nodded nonchalantly, then looked at Freya.

Freya walked to him knowingly, and asked in a low voice: "What?"

He asked: "Did Su ask you to help her pay homage to anyone?"

"Have."

"Amaranta Frings?"

Freya was not surprised that he would know this name, nodded and said: "There are also Heidi and Gloria, it sounds like they should be a family."

"Check this family," Sherlock said, "The surname of Frings should have Leichter, which should also be a German surname."

Freya frowned, and said in disapproval: "If you want to know, just ask her directly, why do you do this behind your back?"

Shylock was unmoved, and after a while he suddenly said: "About Amaranta, she doesn't remember much, but she has always been very sad—for a dead person."

Freya glanced at him, and said coldly: "Believe me, if one day you become a dead person, she will be even more sad."

Sherlock: "..."

"What does 'she doesn't remember much' mean?" Freya continued. "Has she ever lost her memory?"

"She said it herself, and I don't know—" he said, suddenly pursed his lips for a moment of silence, and then said, "About her past, there are probably not many people in this world who know..."

Freya unconsciously thought of the old newspaper she still had... Subi had lived much longer than herself.

"Let me try it," she said, shaking her head for a while, "it may not be effective, her friends are not ordinary people..."

Sherlock raised his eyes, smiled briefly, and said, "Including yourself."

Freya was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's right..."

She took a small box from her pocket and handed it to Sherlock: "The gift I left for her, please pass it on."

Jasmine answered a long phone call, and she hung up hastily when Dr. Lance was about to go through the security check.

Dr. Lance joked: "It seems you had a romantic experience in America?"

Jasmine smiled a little embarrassedly: "Dick Blair, my classmate who is studying with me, is also Professor Andrew's favorite student."

"Then he should be very compatible with you," Dr. Lance said, "Didn't you quote Professor Andrew's academic views in your graduation thesis?"

"yes……"

At exactly four o'clock, Dr. Lance and Freya's plane took off. Sherlock and Jasmine came out of Heathrow Airport. Jasmine's suitor called her again. He caught up with Sherlock and asked, "Do you want me to see you off tomorrow—"

"No," Sherlock stopped to wait for her, "don't tell anyone about my whereabouts."

"Okay—don't worry it won't."

"Your new boyfriend is coming to England to work?"

"Why - well," Jasmine shrugged, "You know this is not unusual."

"I heard you discussing the house with him," Sherlock said, "Since you talked with him and him, it must be related to both of you, or it is your common residence, so this house cannot be in the house." His side—otherwise you wouldn't come back, it's just that he's coming to London."

"Well—that's right," Jasmine nodded, "He will probably be seconded over next month."

Sherlock twitched his eyebrows, and glanced at her wrist indifferently, where she wore a beautiful pink crystal bracelet.

Jasmine subconsciously shrank her hand, then lowered it to straighten it up again, and said with an unnatural expression: "He treats me well..."

Sherlock nodded, and suddenly said: "I have something to tell you, I asked Su to be my girlfriend—"

As he spoke, he seemed to feel that such an expression sounded wrong, and changed the sentence pattern again: "She is my girlfriend——"

Jasmine was stunned for a moment, and did not speak for a while.

"She probably felt ashamed to tell you—"

"I see!" Jasmine interrupted him hurriedly, took a deep breath, pursed her lips for a long time, and finally showed a smile, "Thank you for telling me..."

"You shouldn't need me to say sorry—"

"Yes." Jasmine shook her wrist, and the shattered crystal pendant shone with colorful halos in the sunlight, "There's nothing to be sorry about, and - I'm already discussing with Dick about buying a house..."

"Well... I wish you a good time with Mr. Blair."

"Most definitely."

==

At around [-] o'clock in the evening, Mycroft called to ask about the details of Sherlock's itinerary, but he flatly rejected it. The reason was that the chances of McCoff's subordinates doing bad things were too high, and he was going to face a very powerful opponent this time.

No doubt, Moriarty.

He hung up Mycroft's phone, pushed his small suitcase to the door, looked at the scrolls on the Chlorophytum shelf, and said, "Are you going to Hogwarts?"

Juanjuan patted his wings, saying that if he didn't go to Hogwarts, would he be squatting at home and drinking the northwest wind?It's spring now, and the northwest wind isn't even blowing.

"Bring her this box." He put a small velvet box on the table, took out a piece of thick paper from under the coffee table, wrapped it up and glued it, "Freya left it."

With a cry, Juanjuan flew down and landed beside his hand, pecking his fingers lightly.

Suddenly the phone rang again.

Sherlock answered impatiently and said directly: "No matter how many calls I make, I won't tell you, and it's useless to monitor me—"

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a second, and said, "It's me."

"Oh—Sue," Sherlock sat up straight, "Did you change your phone number?"

"My mobile phone is out of battery," Su Fu said, "The principal bought it for research, and it was temporarily requisitioned by me."

"You're not at school?"

Su Fu replied helplessly: "I live in a village in Oxfordshire that is so small that I can't find it on the administrative division map."

She paused and said, "I came to find someone with the headmaster."

"I remember you just came down from the court at noon today."

"Yeah, I wanted to come back, but something else happened... But the trial process in the morning went smoothly, but the result was not ideal, and the court was temporarily adjourned," she sighed, "I knew it wasn't going well, I wonder when Sirius will be truly acquitted?"

"This has been a long process," Sherlock said indifferently, "You should have expected it."

"The jury system in the Anglo-American law system is too time-consuming, don't you think it is a waste of judicial resources?" She complained, "The final trial of the two trials is quicker, and the summary procedure is faster."

"If I remember correctly, the Continental Single Power only applies to most simple cases, Sirius Black's case is not 'simple' to characterize - and you are now British."

"Oh," Su Fu said with a smile, "Some deep-rooted ways of thinking are so hard to change."

While packing the cardboard of the box, he asked casually, "How many deep-rooted ways of thinking do you have?"

"Hmm..." She laughed lightly, "I always thought that Sherlock Holmes was the wisest detective in the world, and this is also my deep-rooted concept."

"I'm glad you think so," Sherlock said frankly, "but one thing, when did you know me?"

She was silent for a while, and said: "As far as I am concerned... Louis Costner once mentioned that there should be a case in Cambridge Town five or six years ago. The sailor and a craftsman—"

"Rot Christian, a craftsman who specializes in making brooms for sale."

"Yes, it's him," Su Fu laughed, "It was also that case, and then I knew your name..."

"If I remember correctly, you lived in an isolated valley five years ago."

"But there are people in the valley who order newspapers—"

"That case was not published—" Sherlock suddenly stopped talking, and said in a flash, "Which one is a wizard, a sailor or a craftsman?"

Su Fu laughed loudly: "Of course it's a craftsman... and the reason why it was published in the newspaper is because Christian is a very famous inventor of the flying broomstick. The old version of 'Meteor' was created by him and was once all the rage."

"So you found out about me, returned to London four years later, made yourself Jasmine's cousin when you faked your identity, and came...to get close to me on purpose?"

"In theory, it is," she said with a smile, "because I really knew you very early, so I want to see what you look like."

He seemed to laugh in a low voice: "Then what's the result?"

Su Fu shook his head and said, "IQ suffered a critical blow... Would you like to comfort me?"

"Don't be too sad," he really comforted, "There are not many really smart people in this world."

"You call this consolation!" She protested loudly, "Sarcasm is more or less..."

Sherlock sneered, and Su Fu muttered embarrassingly: "Why are you so smart——among the two of us, you are smart enough."

"Well, you can also say that..."

When she was about to hang up the phone, Sherlock told her that Juanjuan would go to her tomorrow and brought what Freya had left for her, and also briefly mentioned his itinerary and purpose.

Su Fu sighed: "Although I know it may be useless to say it, I just can't help but want to remind - pay attention to safety."

"Of course," Sherlock agreed, "it will be all right."

"Moriarty..." She said the name slowly, "I wish you success in catching him."

"As you think."

(Miracle - end)

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