[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

He only managed to push the crowbar out in time, barely stopping it, and half of his left hand was caught in the crocodile's suddenly closed long crocodile - Su Fu could clearly hear him "tsk" sucking in a breath of cold air.

He was dragged and staggered and fell to the ground. Su Fu grabbed the ponytail in the corner and smashed it vigorously on the crocodile's head. While hitting it, he chanted a silent spell. There was a blunt "bump", and the ponytail bounced off One leg was lost, and the crocodile opened its mouth awkwardly, and Su Fu pulled Sherlock up.

His long legs played a vital role at this time, he jumped over the crocodile tail in two steps and jumped two meters away in an instant——

"run!"

Su Fu didn't have time to agree, and followed him directly from the backstage.

Fortunately, the crocodile crawls relatively slowly with its four short claws.

"Shit!"

Sherlock, who escaped from the crocodile's mouth, kicked a soda can away, obviously very angry that the killer escaped from him.

Su Fu locked the back door to prevent the crocodile from running out and hurting people, and said, "Don't worry, he can't escape..."

Just as he was talking, a siren sounded not far away. Sherlock turned around and said coldly, "You called the police."

It should be a question, but it uses a firm and controlling statement tone.

"When I said I would book tickets for the circus performance," Su Fu said, "now it seems that there must be no harm at all."

Sherlock walked straight towards the direction of the police car, and Su Fu grabbed him: "Your hand!"

He said: "Now you can ask Collier why he killed Smith and how he transported the crocodile to the orphanage—"

"Not bandaging your left hand may require amputation."

"That crocodile—"

"Imagine, a one-armed detective Sherlock Holmes, isn't it very cool and has the feel of the Condor Heroes?"

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Sherlock: "..."

Su Fu tore off a piece of his shirt sleeve to wrap around his bloody left hand, regretting that he didn't bring white fresh food when he went out, and he didn't dare to use the healing spell rashly, not because he couldn't use magic in front of Sherlock—— It could be solved with a silent stun spell-but she was worried that, according to her garbage level, a crappy healing spell would go down, and Sherlock might pill.

Fortunately, there was a small clinic nearby. Su Fu dragged and pushed the person in. When the blood-soaked shirt sleeve was removed, the little nurse who helped him burped in surprise.

Of course, the effect of the three-meter crocodile going down with its mouth will not be so good-looking.

And Sherlock's face was full of contempt and impatience, as if the hand with the wound that was bleeding to the bone was not his.

"May need stitches—"

A rapid ringtone of the mobile phone interrupted the doctor's words.

It was Su Fu's cell phone that rang, she picked it up, and Inspector Lestrade's panting voice came from the other end: "I got it, thank you—"

Sherlock snatched the phone away: "Keep him still, I have something to ask - obviously you haven't left Apolis Square, the sound of the wind pulling the flag and the big screen in the opposite office building are all around you. Advertising sound - I'll be right there, 5 minutes!"

"No need for stitches, quickly bandage, I'll give you 2 minutes!"

doctor:"……"

Of course, it was impossible to wrap it up within 2 minutes. Su Fu threw down the money and took away the potion, gauze and medical cotton, etc., and chased Sherlock to the front of the square.

The isolation zone around the square was being removed, pedestrians around were pointing their fingers, and Inspector Lestrade was directing two police detectives to escort Collier into a police car.

"Oh Sherlock, thank you very much this time—uh," he was about to hold Sherlock's hand, and the words caught in his throat when he found the guy holding up a bloody paw half-wrapped in gauze, " What's wrong with your hand?"

Su Fu just stood beside him, holding a bag of alcohol cotton or something like that.

Inspector Lestrade took the two of them back to Scotland Yard. In the taxi on the way, Su Fu tried three times to bandage Sherlock's hand, but all failed. In the end, it was the gauze wrapped by Sherlock himself. Ten thousand times better than Su Futang's.

Su Fu thought sadly, if it wasn't for the fact that I don't know how to use the healing spell...

"Su, I have doubts about your hands-on ability again," said Sherlock, who knotted the gauze and did not forget to hit Su Fu, "you can't find any of my things except for the obsessive-compulsive disorder attack. Besides, what else will you do?"

Su Fu: "..."

==

When they came back from Scotland Yard to Baker Street, the streets of London were already brightly lit.

Su Fu covered his mouth and yawned: "Let's go back to eat and sleep."

"Didn't you get enough sleep at Scotland Yard?"

Su Fu yawned several times in a row: "How can you sleep on the table..."

In fact, she didn't fall asleep for a second, she just simply didn't want to face the interrogating police officers and suspects.

"You are against the interrogation room?" Sherlock said sharply.

Su Fu muttered: "Some not so good memories - can you tell me the details of the case?"

Sherlock complained: "Why didn't you listen to yourself at Scotland Yard just now?"

Su Fu smiled: "I like to listen to you."

"Well," probably because Su Fu's behavior of smashing the crocodile helped him to some extent today, he was a little kinder to Su Fu," Perth Collier inquired about Johnson's whereabouts, and then won a lottery with his phone number For the reason, three people were tricked out one by one, using—”

"Sleeping pills?"

"Yes, like Michael, he shipped them to the orphanage because it was a place to witness his humiliation, and he was desperate to get out of here, so he left the orphanage earlier than the others to fend for himself, many years When he comes back here later..."

Su Fu picked up his words, but his voice was very soft: "The life after he escaped from the orphanage was not as satisfactory as he thought. He still suffered from contempt and bullying, which caused his psychology to be dark and distorted for a long time. On the land of London, he recalled the humiliation of the year again, he resented and was furious, and without hesitation drove his little partner to kill the person who had humiliated him."

"Yeah," Sherlock wanted to put his hands together, but found that his left hand was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze, so he had to put it down again, "perfect, that crocodile, pay attention to the weather that day, rainy day-even if the crocodile is active , without leaving any traces."

"The last question," Su Fu said, "Michael Smith, why? He and Collier are very different in age, it is absolutely impossible to participate in the crowd who bullies him—"

"Back then, Collier had the chance to be adopted out of the orphanage."

Su Fu stopped in his tracks: "Mr. and Mrs. Smith?"

"But a newborn baby was suddenly sent to the orphanage, and the adopter was more willing to adopt a newborn baby without any memory."

"So Michael Smith was adopted in his stead, and he -- hated him for it."

"Obvious."

"Why did he jump in through the glass window?"

"Oh," Sherlock, who was walking in front, turned around, "At this point, our reasoning has gone wrong. He didn't enter through the glass window. He disguised himself as a plumber repairman and walked in through the main door. Of course his little The partner is not—the water pipe, as for the glass window, he accidentally broke it, and he wanted to leave from the glass window, but carrying heavy tools for repairing the water pipe, it is of course easy to break a piece of glass if he is not careful."

Su Fu nodded, but heard him say something again, but couldn't catch it because a car happened to pass by. She asked, "What did you just say?"

Sherlock walked on: "I'm hungry."

Only then did Su Fu realize that the two of them hadn't eaten all day.