[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Sherlock tilted his head and glanced at her, but said nothing.

"But do you remember? There were three people in the orphanage who had a bad time, Michael and them—"

"Of course there is a connection." He suddenly sat up and paced back and forth on the ground with bare feet, "Even the corpses are so similar in shape, it must not be a separate case. Why did they die in the orphanage instead of other places? Does the orphanage have any special meaning..."

Su Fu kicked his shoes over helplessly, turned to look at the open space opposite, and thought about whether he should buy a small sofa and put it in the living room. After all, Sherlock is tall and long-legged and likes to lie down. There is no place, what a sad story.

Regarding the relationship between the dismemberment case in the orphanage and Michael Smith, Su Fu didn't want to know at all. She just opened her eyes mechanically and vigilantly in the middle of the night, and sometimes went out of the bedroom to see if Sherlock was asleep. The mutant reaper with the scoop on top broke through the window.

……

"Hey, didn't you sleep well last night?" Su Fu asked.

There is not much emotion in Sherlock's dark gray pupils, of course this is his usual style, cold and seemingly inorganic, only when encountering difficult puzzles, those beautiful eyes will burst out with extraordinary emotions. of brilliance.

In Su Fu’s memory, there was a pair of dark gray eyes that were as beautiful as his, but they were completely different, like a frozen lake shrouded in mist on a winter morning. Her misty and moist mood will also be overwhelmed by her lonely passion.

so tempting.

"I would have slept well if you hadn't gotten up four times last night for no reason," Sherlock said.

Su Fu was surprised: "I remember I only woke up three times?"

"Obviously you don't have the slightest knowledge of mathematics." Sherlock finished speaking blankly, and pulled up the coat on the armrest of the sofa to put it on.

"Are you going out again?" Su Fu frowned, "Haven't you eaten breakfast yet?"

What answered her was a chic turn and a pretentious back.

Su Fu had no choice but to drag two pieces of bread to follow.

"What are you going to the Archives Administration for?" She strode to keep up with Sherlock. "Is there anything worth checking here?"

Sherlock didn't answer her, but said to the archivist, "In 1977, Andrea Orphanage."

The archivist led them into a deep and dark room, where there were countless filing cabinets that were almost roofless, and the dust that had decayed over the years roamed in the floc-like air, and a ray of sunlight cut in through the cracks in the windows.

Sherlock walked silently among the file cabinets, pulling out one or two file boxes from time to time.

He stopped suddenly, turned sideways to avoid the administrator's gaze, took out a piece of paper from a file box, put it in his pocket, and left the file room.

"what?"

Sherlock handed the yellowed file in front of Su Fu, and she took it in her hand: "Anne Gross...who?"

"The last dean of the orphanage." Sherlock folded the paper again and put it back, "Michael Smith is not his parents' biological son, he is an orphan, his birth certificate cannot be found in the hospital, maybe he is a The illegitimate child was abandoned shortly after he was born. Fortunately, he was adopted within a month after being abandoned, so almost no one knew that he was the adopted child of Mr. and Mrs. Smith—Sue, what do you think of? He is an orphan!"

Su Fu paused: "What I can't figure out is, how did you know that he is an orphan?"

"Oh—it's so simple, didn't you hear what I just said? Mr. and Mrs. Smith are from London, but his birth certificate cannot be found in any London hospital..."

"But what if he was delivered in a private clinic without a birth certificate?"

"It's unbelievable that you didn't read Michael Smith's biography and social relationship information?"

Su Fu: "Oh, no."

Sherlock showed contempt, and continued to speak quickly: "His mother is a private middle school teacher, and his father is the legal representative of a small company. He is middle-class, and the relationship between husband and wife is harmonious—who in a wealthy family will go to a private clinic to complete the treatment?" Delivery of their first child?"

"It makes sense," Su Fu followed him forward, "Where are we going?"

"Visit Anne Gross."

What was recorded on that file was the last information about the Andrea Orphanage, which was to be demolished three years ago due to land development by the government. Ms. Gross was the last director of the orphanage, and her information was still kept in the file. For contact information, Sherlock called the phone number. The second the call was connected, he immediately changed his look and tone as if a switch had been pressed.

"Well—excuse me, good morning, is this Ms. Gross?"

The other end of the phone hesitated for half a second and said, "You are—"

Sherlock's voice was eager and joyful: "Well, I'm Miss Zoe Shell's assistant - don't you know her? Oh, that's your pity, Miss Shell is a very good novelist, you can totally Do a search now - she heard about you from an old man, yes very interested...your life inspired her to write a novel about orphans so we could do it to you An interview?"

Su Fu: "..."

Sherlock continued to maintain an eager tone: "...Of course it's at your convenience, when you have time we can visit—Okay, at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, at 33 Ninth Avenue, Lanket Community, thank you very much You, God bless."

Su Fu: "...I think you have violated my right to name."

Sherlock hung up the phone, looked at her with disgust, and said, "Zoe, you should be glad that you still have these uses, otherwise you would be ashamed that you still live in this world—"

Su Fu: "..."

After returning to Baker Street, Su Fu really read the biography of Michael Smith. Sherlock sat in front of the computer and typed his fingers on the keyboard, as if he was about to fly, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Suddenly there was a sound of "fluttering" on the window outside, Su Fu immediately dropped the materials and got up and opened the window, the owl flew in and landed on her shoulder, before Sherlock raised his head, Su Fu took off its legs neatly Letterhead tied to the top.

"Why did the bird come back?"

Su Fu put the long-distance messenger back into the cage, added water and rations to it, leaned against the door frame and said, "Sherlock, please be friendly to Jujum."

"What a stupid name..." He suddenly closed the computer, looked up, his eyes were bright, and said in an exaggerated and amazed tone, "Johnson, Michael Smith...theirs are all orphans! Davis is not, but why ——Sue, we need to know where Davis lived before he came of age!"

"Wait, tell me first, who are Johnson and Davis?"

"Corpses! Sue, they are corpses—Scotland Yard has not yet confirmed their names and identities, but how simple it is, it can be determined by looking at the recent missing persons—you even took photos of their death scenes!"

"The dead in the orphanage..." Su Fu sighed, "The dead—huh? You said they were also orphans?"

Sherlock turned on the computer again and pushed it in front of Su Fu: "I'm so glad you finally realized that they are all orphans—"

There was no joy in his tone.

Su Fu's eyes fell on the computer screen, which was a dense display of various information retrieved by Sherlock—the missing persons information that broke out in London recently, the scope of the dead he determined, and what was left after excluding several ——Arthur Johnson or Harry Davis’ violation records in middle school, the resumes they sent out in order to find a job as adults, social accounts such as Facebook and Twitter, and even comments posted on public forums, they left All traces of information below.

He then reasoned out a complete chain of information based on these fragmentary traces, and then used it to determine the experiences and identities of the three dead people.

"Are you sure it's these two people?"

"I'm sure—" Sherlock took out his mobile phone to make a call, "I don't care if you're busy or not... Arthur Johnson and Harry Davis, the corpses in the orphanage, only Scotland Yard can check for such a simple matter. No, O Lestrade, trust me—you'll be shocked by the results of the investigation!"

After hanging up the phone, he was still pacing up and down excitedly, sometimes typing on the computer keyboard for a while, sometimes curled up on the sofa with his eyes closed and nervous, Su Fu glanced at the messy data flow on his computer screen, sincerely Silently expressed admiration for the two brothers Sherlock Holmes and Mycroft Holmes.

They are all gods and men, and they all want to go to heaven!

"Oh Sue, if only time would pass faster - I can't wait to visit Ms. Gross."

The next day.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Sherlock and Su Fu went out to Lanket community.

Ms. Gross is over fifty years old, and she wears a plain virginity ring on her hand. According to the records Sherlock took out from the archives office, she worked in the Andrea Orphanage when she was a teenager. Became the dean here until the orphanage was classified as a building to be demolished.

Dedicated his life to charity, and those homeless children.

The moment Ms. Gross opened the door to welcome them in, Sherlock started the best young actor model in the UK, and Su Fu felt that the British government definitely owed him an Oscar.

"Dear Ms. Gross—good morning, sorry to trouble you."

Perhaps because she has been dealing with children, although Ms. Gross has a hooked nose, a serious square chin, and her hair is combed into a tight bun, she smiles very kindly. Looking at the two strange young people, There was also a soft light in his eyes.

"I'm idle at home by myself, and you are welcome to come over—" She poured two cups of tea for Sherlock and Su Fu, and said with a smile, "I specially found Miss Shell's works to read yesterday, they are very exciting, I like very much."

Sherlock showed a cordial and charming smile: "Miss Shell's honor."

The corners of Su Fu's eyes twitched.

The author has something to say: I saw a girl saying whether Sherlock would be afraid of owls... Do you think it is possible (manually funny).

He is just a troublemaker, can you expect a calm or even cold, lack of empathy and contempt for all "ordinary" people like small animals... But later he felt uncomfortable, asked Su about the owl, just because of Su's Concession made him realize that his behavior was a bit domineering.

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In addition, the plot of the case is purely fictitious.