[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Su Fu stopped him: "Let's go to eat first? I treat guests, let's go—"

Her words stopped abruptly, Sherlock was about to hail a taxi, she stepped forward in two steps and grabbed his right hand.

"Ok?"

"Let's go to the hospital," Su Fu raised his hand to press his temple, then shook his head, pointing to the signboard of the hospital not far away, "Let's go."

"The sudden movement, why?" Sherlock lowered his head slightly, watching Su Fu hold his hand carefully.

"Because your wound needs stitches." She pushed Sherlock towards the hospital involuntarily. wand.

There is a Reaper nearby.

direction of the hospital.

She dragged Sherlock to the surgery. His wound was not as serious as Su Fu expected. The doctor was cleaning the bacteria from the wound. Su Fu stood outside the glass door, staring fixedly at an Asian woman.

She has a weakened figure, long black hair hanging on her shoulders, and delicate porcelain white skin. Her face is small, her eyes are not big, and her lips are a warm cherry blossom color. She looks soft and a little weak.

Just now, I clearly sensed a reaper, but when I followed it, I found...it was a human being.

The woman was sitting on the rest chair by the wall, a nurse came over and said something to her, she nodded, and when she got up, she accidentally dropped a box of medicine on the ground, bent down to pick it up, Su Fu walked over .

"...Thank you." The woman took the medicine box she handed over and smiled shyly.

"You're welcome," Su Fu said casually, "Are you alone? You know...it's not safe at night."

"No, I came with my husband. He has something to do temporarily."

Su Fu smiled and said, "I'm sorry, it's really thoughtless for Mr. Whist to leave you here alone."

Mrs. Whist asked in amazement, "How do you know?"

Su Fu pointed to the medical record card she was holding in her hand, and the name column was impressively filled in - Lillian Whistler.

"Ah, you observe carefully," Lillian praised, "You are very smart."

"thanks……"

At this time, the nurse asked Su Fu to get the medicine. Su Fu leaned over and said "goodbye", and then walked away with the nurse.

Not long after, a tall, thin young man in casual clothes walked quickly from the depths of the corridor. He had a standard western appearance, short hair, deep and sharp eyebrows, but with a gentle smile, so he felt very comfortable.

He walked, looked around and saw that there was no one there, and hid a sharp machete in his clothes.

"Stephen?" Lillian immediately went up to meet him, "Are you all right?"

"What can happen," the man said, his voice was clear and clean, like a cheerful boy, "just let that guy run away..."

"It's good that you're fine——I just met a strange woman, her body..."

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"That woman just now, Japanese?" Sherlock said, looking at his left hand that had just been stitched and wrapped like a rice dumpling.

"Yes," Su Fu threw his medicine aside, and said to the taxi driver, "221B Baker Street, thank you—why don't you think she is Chinese?"

"People from different countries have subtle differences even if they speak the same language of the same race, so you went to the hospital just because of that Japanese woman?"

"Of course not," Su Fu turned his head, "I did it for your hand."

Sherlock snorted and stopped talking.

There was a visitor at 221 Baker Street that evening.

"Mycroft, you came here uninvited, where have all your etiquette gone?"

Sherlock sat on the sofa by himself, not at all inviting Mycroft, who was standing by the door, to sit down.

"Oh Sherlock, what's wrong with your hand?" Mrs. Hudson came over and touched his mummy-like paw, "Sue, you two haven't come back all day, and Sherlock was injured..."

"Don't worry," Su Fu put a bag of medicine on the coffee table, "I've been to the hospital just now, and it will be fine in half a month."

"Oh God, half a month!" Mrs. Hudson exaggeratedly exclaimed, and was thrown out of the door by Sherlock, "Mrs. Hudson, it's late, you should rest—"

"No, it's only past eight o'clock—"

"bump!"

The door then closed.

Su Fu pointed to the sofa, and said to Mycroft, "Mr. Holmes, please sit down."

Sherlock sat up first, then raised his head: "Wow, Sue, you're not at all curious about who he is, do you know him? Or are you simply with him?"

"What are you with him?" Su Fu said, "Your brother looked for me, of course I know him, but the only connection between me and him in this world is established through you."

Mycroft sat next to Sherlock, Sherlock tilted his head slightly, and said in a cold tone: "Mycroft, your desire to control is the same as your weight, and it is becoming more and more unimaginable."

Mycroft showed a perfect smirk: "Don't worry about it."

Sherlock glanced at him, and suddenly said: "How about the bank's firewall? Has the stolen money been recovered?"

Mycroft's fake smile froze for a moment, and then said: "I said, don't worry about it!"

"You don't even let go of the new residents who have just moved in for less than a week," Sherlock turned his head, "Su, if he asks you to spy on me next time, you must agree, and then we can share the rewards equally."

Su Fu: "..."

Mycroft frowned: "I'm still sitting here."

"If you don't want to sit, you can go out."

Su Fu poked Sherlock's back: "I remember you were once submerged by the water in the crocodile tank, don't you feel the shock?"

Sherlock muttered, "Eat first."

"Sorry," Su Fu smiled, "I don't have any food right now."

"Well—" he got up listlessly and walked into the bathroom.

After a while, there was the sound of "crashing" water, and Su Fu shouted, "Be careful with your hands!"

Then he nodded to Mycroft and went to the kitchen.

She took the cauliflower and washed it in the pool. Mycroft stood at the door and whispered: "Miss Frank, thank you very much..."

Su Fu shook off the water in his hand, shrugged and said, "You and your subordinates are both extremely efficient."

"Excellent," Mycroft's smile deepened, "It all depends on Ms. Frank's script, the arrangement is wonderful, and the three filings are quite complete."

"Excellent," Su Fu said, "By the way, Ms. Gross's acting skills are admirable, only slightly worse than Sherlock's."

Mycroft seemed a little surprised: "Miss Frank thinks very highly of Sherlock."

"Yeah," Su Fu laughed, "You and I are very clear about the wisdom and ability of Sherlock, and I am also very clear that Mr. Holmes and your brother are the same kind of people."

Mycroft sighed: "It would be great if Sherlock was half as sensible as Miss Frank. I remember that you are about the same age."

"It's a bit difficult." Su Fu mixed the lettuce and carrots and poured salad dressing on it, "You clearly know that my identity is fake, and I'm not just that young—besides, if you think that you can fool Xia Locke, isn't it—unrealistic? I think he's getting suspicious."

Mycroft put on a smirk again: "He couldn't find a more reasonable objective fact than this. As I said, your script is very good."

He emphasized the words "objective facts".

Su Fu was noncommittal.

"I'm here today not only to see Sherlock, but also to find Miss Frank on a special matter."

"If you have anything to say, you can just say it directly. If you say something that doesn't sound good, I'm very unaccustomed to Mr. Holmes's politician-style dialogue," Su Fu said. "Also, if you don't mind, please call me directly." name."

"Su—is that so? It's the same as Sherlock." Mycroft propped his black umbrella on the door frame, "Then I'll be honest, we discovered another murder case of mutant creatures..."

Su Fu stopped stirring the salad, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the bathroom.

"Sherlock won't know," Mycroft said, "The incident has been suppressed from the very beginning, and no word will leak out."

Su Fu nodded and asked, "When?"

"This morning."

"Can I have a look at the scene? Photos are fine too..."

McCoff took out an envelope from his suit pocket and handed it to her. Su Fu looked at the photos one by one and frowned: "It's it..."

"Who?"

"The reaper who wanted to occupy Sherlock's body, I've seen it," she put the photo back in the envelope, "so he has changed his body?"

She remembered the Japanese woman named Lillian Whist that she saw in the hospital when she came back just now. It was obviously the power wave of the reaper, but she turned out to be a human?And the surname Whist...

"The missing person is being investigated, and its current identity cannot be determined yet."

Su Fu held the salad bowl in his hand again, and said absently, "Don't worry, I will keep Sherlock safe..."

"Thank you." Mycroft's expression became a little serious, "After this matter is over, I will pay Frank—Sue, your generous reward."

"No need," Su Fu waved his hand, "It doesn't take much effort, and I was already looking into this matter."

Mycroft frowned slightly, and then smiled again: "Su, you are very good to Sherlock."

Su Fu looked up at him, but he changed into another relaxed tone: "Just a reminder, Sherlock doesn't like carrots."

Su Fu stopped opening the refrigerator, she looked at the bowl full of salad on the chopping board, and frowned: "I don't like it either."

Mycroft pursed his lips slightly to express regret, and Su Fu asked, "Do you like it?"

He said reservedly, "I've already had dinner."

At this time, Sherlock just came out of the bathroom, went straight into the kitchen, and asked, "What?"

Su Fu handed him a bowl of salad: "Carrot."

Sherlock pushed it away: "It's disgusting."

Mycroft shrugged, that "I told you so" look on his face.

By the end of dinner, no one touched a fork in this bowl of carrot salad.

Mycroft left early, Sherlock didn't know what to do in the bedroom, Su Fu saw that there was no one in the room, secretly pulled out his magic wand, washed the dishes in two seconds, then clapped his hands and closed the kitchen door , went back to his bedroom

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It was a beautiful green lake.

The lake is as flat as a mirror, surrounded by luxuriant green trees, hiding a luxurious white castle.

She walked by the lake, and the clear water reflected her slender shadow, black wizard robe, high hood, and wand in her hand.

"Su..."

She turned around, and suddenly someone screamed, the surrounding scene was reversed, the castle collapsed, the lake was colored with orangutan blood, swollen and pale corpses floated up, and the dark green light flew chaotically, all passing through her body.

"what--"

Su Fu woke up suddenly.

The author has something to say: I don’t know if you all understand it, I’m afraid I can’t explain clearly, so I added a few very suggestive words into it.

It was Maggie and Su who got together to deceive Sherlock. The so-called bullied orphans killed their childhood companions for revenge, but they were actually illusions created by the British government with extraordinary abilities and witches with rich imaginations and witty brains.

Those inferences are actually very instructive, and the evidence clues are all made by "special effects" in the later stage.

Because Maggie didn't want his brother to know the existence of mutant creatures.

Of course, Sherlock did not believe in this, because some loopholes cannot be made up, and don't forget that he has been to the first scene of Michael Smith's death.

The reason why he believed it temporarily was not that Maggie and Su did it too perfectly, but that Sherlock believed too much in his own materialistic worldview, making it ridiculous.

Looking forward to the day when the great detective witnesses supernatural phenomena and his world view collapses, hahahahahaha.

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【OOC Small Theater】

Maggie: Miss Frank, looking forward to the next cooperation. (Inner OS: Lying to my brother makes me happy)

Su: Since ancient times, true feelings cannot be kept, and routines always win people's hearts.

Sherlock: I almost believed it... (Inner OS: I can give you both)