[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Sherlock smiled falsely: "What a good way to say it."

"I didn't lie to you this time," Su Fu said as he walked into the bedroom and took out a book from the box and threw it to him. "Look at my masterpiece, do you want to read it? Well, I know you won't have any." interest."

Sherlock caught it, and glanced down at the novel in the black hard cover in his hand. The title of the book was written in silver Gothic fonts "The Crimes and Rules of a Witness". The signature in the corner was indeed Zoe Xie. you.

Then he flipped it over, looked up and said, "Court school?"

"Eh?" Su Fu approached with great interest, "Do you still know the style of mystery novels?"

Sherlock threw the book back at her: "I'm not interested in anything of a literary nature."

"Really?" Su Fu clattered through his book, and said to himself, "Actually, I prefer basic reasoning and declension reasoning. Things at two opposite extremes are always very attractive, but I don't like them." good at..."

"You're better at doing things that are useless due to anxiety disorders..." Sherlock sarcastically said slowly, "like forcing me to wash my hands."

Su Fu muttered: "...Isn't it just for you to wash your hands, so you need to hold grudges like this?"

It had been very quiet in the house during the afternoon.

Su Fu sat in the living room with a book and read it leisurely. Lestrade sent the information on the life and social relations of Michael Smith, who died this morning, in the evening. Sherlock immediately went to study it. She got up and threw her enchanted copy of The Greatest Black Magic of the Middle Ages into the bedroom.

While sorting out in his mind what kind of magic can leave his thoughts on a carrier, and how did Tom Riddle do it, he frowned and took out the green peppers he bought at noon from the refrigerator, and chopped them in twos and threes Yes, I quickly fried a plate of tiger skin peppers.

Usually cooking is done by magic. She can do whatever she wants with a wave of the wand and a kitchen knife and rolling pin. She can just stand and supervise the work, but now because Sherlock is sitting outside, she has to do it herself. The movements are still skillful, but the magic After getting used to it and doing it by herself, she always felt something was wrong, she thought, after killing the reaper who only wanted to take Sherlock's body, she would go back to Four Maples Street...

"Cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, a violent cough interrupted her thoughts. Sherlock covered his lips and poked his head in. He said in a muffled voice, "Miss Frank, what are you doing? Did you blow up the range hood?"

"Huh?" Su Fu turned his head, "I don't have that ability—"

After finishing speaking, she thought about it, and it seemed that she had the ability. After all, she was best at destroying magic that could be solved with a shattering spell.

"Oh what is this..." Sherlock picked up a small piece of pepper with a fork persistently, "It's like a sack dyed with green pigment has been torn into pieces."

Su Fu: "...It's just a plate of tiger skin peppers."

"So," Sherlock covered his lips and coughed twice, obviously choked, "is this food?"

Su Fu was surprised: "Otherwise?"

"Gosh, where the hell did you learn such horrible food practices?"

Su Fu suddenly became angry: "This is authentic Chinese food!"

Sherlock frowned: "The Chinese are terrible."

Su Fu said indifferently, "What is this? The Chinese eat even shrimp and soil, do you know?"

Sherlock: "..."

Mr. Holmes felt the deep malice towards him from this new roommate on the first day when he and Su Fu rented together.

After reluctantly eating dinner at night, Su Fu diligently washed the dishes by himself, Sherlock put his good friend Mr. Skeleton on the tea table to discuss the case, and Su Fu went back to his bedroom to pack the things in the box.

No one can estimate how big her box is.

She took out her ordinary clothes and hung them in the cabinet, and neatly folded the few wizard robes she brought out, and put them in the depths of the box. She also brought Riddle's diary for research in her spare time, and related books. There are quite a few, but none of them can be taken out.

The rest of the insignificant miscellaneous items were arranged one by one. She felt that it was almost done, so she cleaned out the box again. She hadn't taken care of it for several years. This cleaning brought out many old things that hadn't been seen for many years.

For example, the Quidditch uniform she wore when she was a student. The classic Slytherin silver and green are arranged alternately, which is extremely harmonious and beautiful. The label turned out to be the one that becomes more effective the longer it is left on. What effect?Fascination.

There are also a lot of miscellaneous things. She is a very nostalgic person, so she never discarded many bits and pieces. She fiddled with it, and from nowhere, she found an old, oxidized, mottled, silver ring.