[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

On the fourth day after Su Fu woke up, Mycroft finally finished all the tasks at hand. At noon that day, when he opened the door of the ward and came in to visit the patient, Su Fu thought it was Sherlock, and joked when he saw him: " Mr. Busy Man finally has free time?"

McCoff pulled a chair and sat down, and said slowly: "Actually, I still have one important thing to do."

"Then should I be honored?" Su Fu gestured for him to pour the water himself, but he waved his hand and refused.

"It's a naughty little girl," Mycroft unbuttoned his suit, and explained a little tiredly, "Her parents and I have some friendship, or have contacts with our whole family, the little girl because I felt that England was too boring, so I ran to New York alone, and I happened to be here, and her family asked me to take her back."

"Sounds like something a teenage girl with ADHD would do."

"I'm afraid it's too late to say puberty," Mycroft said, "Miss Lancelot just turned 19 this year."

"It's only a short time since I came of age."

"Yes, young people always have inexhaustible energy..."

Su Fu shook his head and smiled, "I have a deep understanding of this."

Mycroft stared at her for a while, and said, "Anyway, congratulations on your recovery, not everyone will be so lucky."

"After all, I'm not an ordinary person," Su Fu shrugged, "Isn't it?"

Mycroft was noncommittal, and suddenly said after a while: "When I first heard about you from Mr. Scrimgeour, I thought..."

"what?"

He calmly said: "I thought that people like you would not be emotional, but when I saw you next to Sherlock, I knew I must be wrong."

Su Fu asked curiously: "What did Scrimgeour tell you?"

Mycroft shook his head and asked back, "Where is Sherlock, I didn't see him."

Su Fu spread his hands: "If there is something he is interested in, he is not a person who can stay."

Mycroft smiled briefly, and said, "Actually, when you were unconscious——"

"Mycroft?" His words were interrupted by Sherlock who pushed the door in, "Aren't you supposed to be in the White House at this time?"

"I haven't been in the White House all the time these days, I've been to the Capitol, and—"

"I'm not in the mood for your schedule," Sherlock replied impatiently, put Su Fu's box brought from the hotel in the corner, walked quickly to the hospital bed, and asked Su Fu, " Does Dr. Palmer have any orders today?"

"No," Su Fu shook his head, "She said I am very healthy."

"Miss, if you were healthy, you wouldn't be in the hospital." He retorted flatly, then turned to adjust the blinds.

Su Fu asked Mycroft in a low voice, "What exactly did Scrimgeour tell you?"

At this time Sherlock also turned back.

Mycroft glanced at the quartz watch on the wall, and said, "I have an appointment with Miss Lancelot, and it's time for me to pick her up."

As he spoke, he got up and walked out. When he reached the door, he said slowly: "He just introduced to me some of your contributions to the magic world."

After speaking, he opened the door and walked out.

Su Fu was stunned for a moment, then turned around and said, "Sherlock, you dimmed the light too much."

Sherlock opened the shutter a little more. "Who is Scrimgeour?"

"Head of the Auror Office, equivalent to the head of Scotland Yard."

Sherlock said "Oh": "It doesn't sound like someone who has accomplished a lot."

Su Fu smiled and said, "Are you really Black Scotland Yard? Scrimgeour is not as useless as you think. He is a hardliner. Dumbledore once speculated that he would take over as the next Minister of Magic."

"What will he say about you?"

"If it came from Scrimgeour's mouth, and it's the so-called contribution to the wizarding world, I guess it should be... about the Death Eaters," Su Fu mused, "After Voldemort fell 13 years ago, I They set out to capture many of his disciples and sent them to Azkaban Prison, for which they awarded me the Order of Merlin, First Class - when I moved to Godric's Hollow, I was Little Edney made a clay figurine's collar pin."

"Your 'great achievements' are really many?"

"Of course," Su Fu joked, "I'm very good!"

As she spoke, she stretched out the hand without the needle and waved it twice out of thin air to show that she was really awesome.

"However, the very powerful female warrior Frank is lying on the hospital bed at the moment." Sherlock looked down at her with pity, and said in a friendly tone, "Oh, he is still receiving glucose injections."

Su Fu: "..."

"I've been awake for days and Dr. Palmer still won't let me eat what I want," she complained, looking at the ceiling.

"Your fragile esophagus and stomach probably won't accept the crap you're craving—chicken wraps with salad? Dried kiwi?"

"Sad Liangpi, thank you."

Sherlock: "...what?"

Su Fu showed a nostalgic look: "It's just the snacks I ate when I went to school—speaking of which, Dumbledore didn't bring candy when he came last time?"

"...He's here to wake you up from a coma, will candy help?"

"But he can always find out which new candy from Duke Bee is the best. Over the years, his vision has never been wrong."

"Have you known each other for decades," Sherlock muttered, "are you always discussing which candy tastes the best—" he said as he fished in his coat pocket, and then took out a colorful candy The little thing handed it to Su Fu, "Here you are."

Su Fu lowered his head and saw...a toffee in his palm.

Not a white rabbit, Su Fu thought to himself.

But this is a candy from Sherlock, it must be sweeter than the white rabbit.

"The owner of the community convenience store said this is the most popular brand," he said, "Kids in kindergartens like it."

"Sue Frank, who is just three years old this year, expresses his heartfelt thanks to Mr. Holmes and his candies."

Sherlock said blankly, "Oh."

Su Fu smiled, grabbed the candy and held it in his hand, and asked him again: "Did Dumbledore say anything when he came to see you?"

Sherlock frowned, and said, "I said something that has been bothering him and you..."

"I see." She took a breath, pointed to the box next to the wall at the door, and said, "There is a book in the box called "The Great Event of the Century". If you don't mind, you can read "History of Magic" again." , mine is the latest revised edition, with the addition of Voldemort, and once you get the background, I can... tell you a rather interesting - well, actually kind of boring story."

She thought for a while, and then said: "By the way, help me grade the rest of the papers, and I will send them to your mobile phone with reference to the answers."

Sherlock: "..."

==

In the afternoon, Sherlock had something to go out. Su Fu sat by the window and wrote the reference answers for the test paper. He didn't know what it would be like to be corrected by one of the smartest people in the whole of Britain. Juanzi mourned for a second.

Just as he was thinking, a paper airplane flew in from the half-open window.

It was crumpled, and I don't know how it swayed up to the fourth floor.

Su Fu looked out and saw that the dead leaves in the small garden downstairs were gradually scattered, and the patients who were walking and playing chess were still walking and playing chess, and there was nothing unusual about it.

She turned the paper plane upside down and looked at it, and unexpectedly found that there seemed to be words in it?

She put down her phone, took apart the paper airplane and smoothed it out, and found a line of crooked and ugly words written on it:

"Hey! Sweetheart, I found you, let's have a good night together!"

There is also a small heart that is uglier than letters.

Su Fu: "..."

This is probably because the walls of the psychiatric department have collapsed and some late-stage mentally ill person has been released...

The author has something to say: It feels like there is a tendency to OOC when writing about a relationship... Because everyone is mentally retarded, the author looks at all this with a single dog indifferently.

There is a new character to appear, hahaha, guess who it will be in the style of painting at the end.

When I was very busy before, I felt like I was going to the sky every day, thinking about what I would do when I was done with work. Recently, I have been free for a few days but I have nothing to do. I just want to lie down and watch movies and American dramas... I don’t even want to read novels Write, that’s right, this is the reason why I stopped updating the day before yesterday and yesterday during the day, so you can urge updates in the comment area... More reminders, I will read the comments, and you may feel that I don’t update my conscience a few times It hurts, then went to write it, then updated it...maybe.