[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

The beige curtains in the bedroom on Baker Street reflected the shadow of the ignorant moon, and the castle, blood lake, corpses, and spells all disappeared, as if it was really just a dream.

She turned over, grabbed the wand under the pillow and stuffed it in the pocket of her pajamas, opened the door and went to the living room to drink water.

The bedroom door was still ajar, because she was always worried that the Reapers would invade in the middle of the night, and she was afraid that it would be too late to save the big detective's brain if she opened the door again.

She yawned half-dead and entered the kitchen. Just as she picked up the water bottle and cup, a low and pleasant voice suddenly came from behind: "What are you doing?"

Su Fu tightened his grip on the water bottle, then turned around slowly, and saw Sherlock standing at the kitchen door in his pajamas, his pupils in the dark night glowed with dignified dark gold, and his calm and insightful gaze.

She said: "I am cultivating immortals."

Sherlock: "What?"

Su Fu: "An ancient oriental cultivation method, I suggest you try it too - what time is it and you still not asleep?"

"I'm thinking."

Speechlessly, she poured a glass of cold water and downed it in one go: "Then you continue to think, I'll go back to sleep first."

Just two steps away, she heard Sherlock say again: "Who is Amaranta?"

Su Fu stood still, took a deep breath, and turned around: "Did I call that name just now?"

Sherlock spoke slowly and slowly: "The voice is shrill, and the emotion is terrified—a nightmare."

"Yes." Su Fu felt that she seemed to be out of breath. She tugged at the already loose collar of her pajamas indiscriminately, as if a weight weighed heavily on her heart, pressing against her throat, dragging her down. Fall, until you fall into the abyss beyond redemption.

She said with difficulty: "Amaranta...is my friend and has passed away for many years."

"A deceased friend, first emphasize 'friend' and then explain 'death', obviously emotionally resistant to her death, you value your friendship with her, pause slightly when you say her name, and subconsciously frown—her death and Are you concerned?"

Su Fu seemed not to have heard his question, and almost said to himself: "I dreamed... I was killed."

"Well," Sherlock said dryly, "meaningless dreams, most people are killed in various ways in their dreams, obviously you are no exception."

"Maybe." Su Fu smiled wryly, rubbed his throat uncomfortably, and walked back to the bedroom.

"Good night, Sherlock."

"Good night."

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She kept her eyes open until dawn.

People who can't sleep at night have more or less something to hide and hide during the day, and knots that cannot be untied during the day are left to slowly wear out in the dark. (Note 1)

However, what wasted was only unnecessary time, and it was hard to shake the ripples of the ordinary years, and it was difficult to restore the deep regrets of the past.

The light and shadow of the morning sun cast on her face through the light-colored curtains.

There was a strange sound that seemed to be electric welding in the living room outside.

Su Fu shouted at the top of his voice, "Sherlock, what are you doing!"

Sherlock's elongated answer came from "Boring—"

His boring days went on for more than a week.

The society here is stable and the world is peaceful, and there is no bombing that Sherlock hopes to happen every day. He lies dead from the bedroom to the living room, like a salted fish without ideals.

In the past week or so, Mycroft came once, but he didn't bring any news. He just stopped by to take a look at Sherlock because he was leaving London for a trip to Northern Ireland.

What broke the tasteless calm was the visit of Inspector Lestrade at noon that day.

When he came, Su Fu was still studying black magic, and Sherlock was conducting a chemical experiment on the dining table. The alcohol lamp, esophageal triangular flask, and volumetric flask were all on the table, and there was half a plate of scallion pancakes made by Su Fu in the morning.

"Su—what about the experimental data I wrote this morning?"

Su Fu turned over a page of the book, and said, "The third column on the left shelf is No. 20 and nine."

Inspector Lestrade looked at the living room, which was [-] times cleaner and tidier than usual, and felt that this world was so fucking unreal.

"Hey Sherlock," he said, walking to the table, "I have a case here—"

Sherlock looked up: "Tell me and listen."

"A lady whose husband has disappeared..."

"He may have been taken by a cave goblin."

Sherlock continued to bow his head and experiment.

Su Fu poured a cup of tea for Inspector Lestrade, and whispered, "This simple disappearance is too simple for him, he will definitely not care about it..."

"Okay," Inspector Lestrade felt helpless, took two sips of tea, and hurriedly left Baker Street.

As soon as he left, Sherlock dropped the test tube in his hand, squatted in front of the coffee table and flipped through the morning newspapers from the past few days.

"Put it neatly." Su Fu said softly behind the book.

"Sue—can you seriously read your Odyssey, although I don't think it has any value worth reading."

Su Fu threw down the black magic book that had been enchanted to become "Odyssey", picked up the newspaper he threw on the ground, and asked, "What did you find?"

"How boring, a cheating man and a miserable woman," Sherlock sat on the sofa scratching his curly hair, "only those fools at Scotland Yard would find such a case elusive."

"Oh, I find it difficult too."

"I really envy an ordinary person like you, who has a slow mind and slow thinking, and doesn't have to worry about the boring life at all."

Su Fu gave him a cool look, and thought to himself, I really envy a Muggle like you, who knows nothing about certain fields, and doesn't have to be confused by the Dark Lord's extraordinary diary.

Speaking of the diary, Dumbledore replied to her guess in his letter. He seemed to have some ideas, but they were only at the stage of ideas, and there was no evidence to support them.

A few more days passed.

On the way Su Fu went out to buy vegetables, he finally noticed the movement of a certain Reaper again.

She walked along with the energy fluctuations and felt that something was wrong. When she saw the familiar street signs, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she ran across half the street back to No. 221, opened the door and went upstairs, and then saw Sherlock and Mycroft Sitting facing each other, with exactly the same Erlang legs crossed, one with the usual elegant smirk, and the other with the usual impatient sarcasm.

Su Fu ran too fast, panting like a Shar Pei exposed to the sun, God knows she rarely ran like this since she learned Apparation.

She leaned on the door frame, bowed her head and panted.

"Su, why are you so--" Sherlock tilted his head, as if trying to find a suitable adjective, Su flicked over and waved to Mycroft, then poured himself a glass of water.

"Can you stay for a while?" she asked Mycroft.

"how?"

"I have something to attend to..." She mumbled, took a few sips of water, turned around and went downstairs again.

Sherlock frowned imperceptibly, and Mycroft looked at the stairs, and said, "Well, girls always have some incomprehensible behaviors."

He said while holding the black umbrella standing by the sofa.

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Su Fu didn't expect that she would meet that woman named Lillian Whist again.

She was sitting in the coffee shop in the middle of Baker Street, by the window, looking out the window all the time, when she saw Su Fu she smiled in astonishment and shyly.

Su Fu opened the door and went in and sat opposite her.

Yes, that's right, she still has the reaper's energy and breath fluctuations on her body, but she is a human being.

"I didn't expect to see you again, it's great."

"I live here," Su Fu pointed out the window, "No. 221."

"Number 221!" Lilian seemed surprised and somewhat delighted.

"Is there anything special about No. 221?" Su Fu asked calmly.

"No...no, it's just...it's just that my house is also No. 221," Lilian smiled silently, "this is really very predestined..."

While she was talking, she secretly raised her eyes to see Su Fu's expression, but Su Fu suddenly stood up, said "Stay here and don't move", and then rushed out of the coffee shop.

The author has something to say: Note 1: I forgot who said that sentence, anyway, I didn’t write it.

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Desperate, I escaped mouth ulcers this spring, escaped hay fever allergies, and finally did not escape viral colds.

I'm really a weak and sick little fairy...

The temperature in spring is changeable, everyone takes me as a negative teaching material, pay attention to dressing, and prevent colds.

Colds are really bad.