[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

She pinched the ring between her fingers and held it squarely in front of her eyes.

The warm yellow light penetrated through the small hole of the ring and reached the depths of her eyes, spreading out an ambiguous and scattered emotion that was older than the ring itself, similar to nostalgia, but more indifferent, like looking through the glass of a museum. The cultural relics on display have strong traces of time, but they have nothing to do with themselves.

The original delicate arabesques on the ring were black and fuzzy, and the fingertips holding it seemed to be able to feel the scorching heat when it was scorched by the fire that year. This is an illusion, she thought, so many years have passed.

"Judging by the year, this ring is obviously not yours."

Su Fu turned his head subconsciously, and saw Sherlock standing at the door at some point, with half of his face hidden in the dim light, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly.

Su Fu, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly stood up, and complained half-truthfully, "You should have knocked on the door..."

"Actually, you didn't close the door, you just covered it up."

"Really?" Su Fu said indifferently, "I will pay attention in the future."

Sherlock paused for a moment, and finally couldn't help but said: "You know, even if it's locked, it's useless to me."

Su Fu smiled helplessly: "I don't have anything worthy of your attention..."

As she spoke, she looked down at the ring in her hand, and said in a low voice, "You are right, this is a relic of... an elder."

Sherlock said "oh".

Su Fu's smile deepened: "Young man, generally in such a situation, you should say 'sorry' to me to comfort me."

"The emotions of boring ordinary people are not of any real use...I may not have told you," Sherlock walked up to her, showing a somewhat nasty smile, "I am a high-functioning antisocial personality disorder."

Su Fu was indifferent, she thought indifferently, I knew this from watching TV 800 years ago, and what Severus said was right, I am still a dark wizard who is proficient in evil magic, are you afraid?

Maybe she was too calm, Sherlock was a little disappointed by her reaction, he fell back on her small sofa, his slender figure was a bit incongruous with the delicate little sofa: "Boring, Frank——"

"If you don't mind, please call me Sue."

The other party pulled out a little smile: "Sherlock."

Su Fu followed the good advice: "Sherlock, is there any progress on the case this morning?"

For the first time, she saw a slightly puzzled expression on Sherlock's face, and he moved the corner of his mouth: "Maybe my analysis is in the wrong direction."

Su Fu sighed imperceptibly.

The direction is definitely right. The key point is that the murderer in this case is not an individual, so it is obviously unreasonable to apply the principles of human crime theory to him. Is there any criminal who kills for pure gluttonous appetite?

The first night of co-renting quickly turned over.

In the past five days, Su Fu had a complete sleep for the first time.

To her surprise, despite being a light sleeper, she was able to sleep in a different location, which in itself was quite surprising.

She wakes up in the morning feeling refreshed and feeling like she could slay a dragon.

Sherlock stood by the window in a daze, Su Fu walked over and found that he was still wearing yesterday's shirt and trousers, and asked in surprise, "Did you stay up all night?"

"Sleeping...what a waste of time and pointless."

Su Fu patted Sherlock on the shoulder vigorously: "Young man, you are very promising..."

Sherlock brushed off her hand and said annoyedly: "You have called me 'young man' twice since last night. If I remember correctly, you are one year younger than me."

"22..." Su Fu shrugged and sighed, "What a wonderful age."

She leisurely went to the kitchen to make breakfast, although Sherlock was very dissatisfied with the pancakes.

After eating, Su Fu started to study her medieval black magic again, but after reading almost half of the book, she didn't find anything at all. Could it be that Tom used an even older spell?Big Four era?Merlin era?Ancient times... prehistoric times?

She blankly eliminated all the brain holes left by reading too many cultivation novels in her head, wondering whether she should change the direction like Sherlock.

In the afternoon, Jasmine asked her out for dinner, but she felt that she should not leave, and she also felt that she had to explain clearly to Jasmine, who liked Sherlock, and after some weighing, she went out, provided that she left a protective spell around the house.

Cafe in the afternoon.

"So you won't go to work at the newspaper again?" Jasmine asked softly.

Su Fu took a sip of coffee, and frowned slightly because he couldn't get used to the bitter taste: "I was fired, and I plan to find a new job."

"That house..."

"Temporarily living with Mrs. Hudson," Su Fu said vaguely, "I'll move back when I find a job and have money. I'm still not used to sharing rent with others."

"Well, yes, Sherlock is not that easy to get along with after all..."

After bidding farewell to Jasmine Su Fu, she hurried back to Baker Street. After walking for a while, she wondered if she should go to Diagon Alley to buy something. As a result, when she was halfway to the Leaky Cauldron, she noticed something was wrong.

Who would stalk a gossip reporter who just lost his job?

Su Fu felt that this person must be mentally ill.

She simply stopped, leaned lazily on the lamppost, and played a confrontation game with the other party.

The stalker was obviously a neat person, and within a minute of her stopping, a black car stopped on the road in front of her.

"Miss Frank, please get in the car."

Su Fu raised his eyebrows, without even asking who the other party was, he got into the car very cooperatively.

The scenery outside the window retreated rapidly, and beside Su Fu was a girl in black, who kept a professional and false smile, looked at her cautiously and critically, probably never seen such a cooperating and obedient person.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at a desolate abandoned factory. Su Fu got out of the car, turned around and asked the girl in black, "Are you sure this is it?"

The girl nodded and said reservedly: "My boss is waiting for you inside, Miss Frank."

Su Fu walked slowly into the empty and dilapidated factory building, and then saw a figure leaning on crutches.

What a pity, she thought, to be lame at such a young age.

When she got closer, she realized that the man was not using a cane, but a black umbrella...

"Excuse me--"

"Miss Frank," this person's voice and tone have a low-key and gorgeous aria-style, which sounds quite gentle, but in fact is very arrogant, "It's a great honor."

Su Fu didn't hear any honor from his words.

"Who is your Excellency?"

"Permit me to introduce myself," said he, "my lord Mycroft Holmes, last in the British Government."

Su Fu raised his eyebrows: "Are you Sherlock's brother?"

Mycroft showed a mild and polite but arrogant and distant smile: "Obviously, it's easy to guess."

Su Fu thought, it's not easy to guess, after all, your old man's hairline is worrisome and frightening, and it's really incomparable with Sherlock's thick curly hair, if she didn't suddenly remember the residual hair in her mind just now. The few Shenxia plots are really unrecognizable.

"So, to cut to the chase," Mycroft said, "let's talk about my dear brother Sherlock..."

Su Fu pouted: "There's nothing to talk about, I just met him not long ago."

As if he didn't hear what she said, Mycroft continued to speak in a slight and gentle tone: "Miss Frank went to great lengths to move to Baker Street to live with Sherlock. What's the reason?"

Su Fu: Where did I put in so much effort? It was easy to do, but I only used a confusion spell. How could you tell me that I seem to be plotting against curly hair?

She showed a Sherlock-style perfunctory smirk: "I believe Mr. Holmes must know that I am a detective novelist, and I approached Sherlock just to learn some writing materials from his life..."

"No, no, no, Miss Frank, this reason can be used to perfunctory Sherlock, but it won't work with me."

He paused his voice, looked at Su Fu tactfully and critically, as if he was waiting for her to speak.

However, Su Fu lazily said, "So what?"

McCoff sighed subtly and elegantly, and said, "Well, I think I have to show some sincerity... At 32:[-] am on the evening of the [-]th, Miss Frank was not resting in her apartment, but was walking on Baker Street ? And went to St. Mary's Street on the edge of the West End..."

"Oh," Su Fu replied, "Continue."

"Miss Frank seems to be very interested in the dismemberment case that Sherlock is handling..."

Su Fu raised his eyes, but narrowed them slightly: "Do you know the truth of this case?"

Mycroft seemed surprised for a moment, but immediately smiled sincerely and appreciatively. He nodded slightly and said, "The secret file room of Baihan's Golden Palace has been sealing a piece of information about the mutant vampires that appeared in the last century. Last week I have re-called and have taken some measures, I believe it will be effective soon."

"So you've always known about the existence of this mutant creature?" Su Fu frowned. "Then you still let Sherlock investigate the dismemberment case. With all due respect, Mr. Holmes, your brother is really incompetent."

Mycroft sighed helplessly: "Sherlock is young and vigorous, he doesn't often listen to my words."

Oh... Then your big brother really failed.

"Miss Frank doesn't need to slander me. I always have a headache when it comes to Sherlock."

Su Fu rolled his eyes slightly: "That's really hard work for you, Mr. Holmes."

"It's just my duty," he continued as if he didn't understand the irony in Su Fu's words, "Since Miss Frank also knows the truth, then—"

McCoff paused, his smile was a little fake, but at the same time he was more cautious than before: "Can I think that Miss Frank is a special group?"

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In addition, Mai Ge appeared on the stage, hahahaha.

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