[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

This whole day went out early and returned late. When I returned to Baker Street, I was undoubtedly greeted by Mrs. Hudson again. Sherlock went upstairs after entering the door, and then closed the door with a "touch". Su Fu felt that it would not be long. She'd probably need a new door, or a Restorative Charm sometime when Sherlock wasn't around.

She thought about walking forward, and accidentally bumped into Sherlock's back, which made her nose sore. Sherlock slowly turned his head: "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing," Su Fu said, "you don't have to worry about it, you should still think about your case."

Sherlock fell back on the sofa: "The case, Alfred Green, I need information from him—"

"I'll ask Detective Inspector Lestrade tomorrow." Su Fu thought for a while before adding, "If their efficiency is fast enough."

Sherlock rolled over on his face, not answering her.

Su Fu glanced around at the living room. The tidiness of the living room barely met her standard, so she went back to the bedroom by herself.

The night is endless.

She had been running around all day, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.

She tucked the wand under the pillow, sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly closed her eyes - and silently recited the Dementia Curse to herself.

The memories of the past years fluttered in my mind, the turbulent waves of time eroded the embankment of my heart, and the colorful shadows were all connected into lines and cords to form a fine net, engulfing her in——

Past life, childhood, youth, youth—suddenly stuck, like a piece of tape that was originally smooth suddenly snapped, or a record flicked away, and the originally bright and colorful memory film entered a black hole without light, nothing, nothing Can't remember either.

Can't remember anything.

The darkness was so heavy, like a mountain with tens of thousands of feet, or a monstrous wave, covering her head and face—she opened her eyes suddenly, panting heavily with her fingers clutching the bed sheet, like a tired man who has been running for a long time without rest traveler.

"It still doesn't work..." Su Fu murmured, raising his hand to rub his temples.

She got up and got out of bed, and was caught off guard when she opened the bedroom door, because Sherlock was standing straight at the door.

"You... have something to do with me?" Su Fu asked tentatively.

Sherlock said, "You're screaming."

Su Fu frowned heavily: "I don't remember that I didn't."

Sherlock took out his mobile phone: "Want to listen to the recording?"

As he spoke, he had pressed the play button. It was a suppressed and hysterical cry, only one, but the voice was shrill and desperate, like the last call for help from a dying person.

Su Fu: "...Why did you record my screams?"

Sherlock put away the phone, clasped his palms together, and rested his fingertips on his chin: "Another nightmare?"

From Su Fu's angle, he can see the entire side edge of his palm, his slender fingers, and the hideous marks left by stitches on the back of his hand after being eaten by a crocodile last time. The lines, even the fingertips, show a cool-toned sharpness, almost transparent, like a chiseled neoclassical sculpture.

She stretched out her hand and pulled Sherlock's hand over, and put her palm on the back of his scarred hand, turned his palm up, and rubbed the lines on his palm with the tip of the index finger of the other hand.

"It seems to be a falcon..." she said slowly, "What does the falcon represent? Well, forgive me for not remembering."

Her divination class has always been a mess, and she can only barely reach the passing level. It may be because she was a firm materialist in her previous life, so that even if she became a wizard after rebirth, she would not have the slightest potential to be a magician.

Sherlock withdrew his hand and stared at her coldly: "See palmistry?"

"I don't know how to read, deceitful things..." Su Fu waved his hand, looked at the scar on the back of his hand again, and felt it was a bit annoying, so he said, "I'll find you a medicine tomorrow, apply a few more times on the scar and it will be fine." No more, okay?"

"I'm asking you, did you have another nightmare just now?"

"No." Su Fu shook his head.

"Then—" He suddenly took a step forward, very close to Su Fu, and there was a thin shadow between them, so even his voice seemed to be blurred, "What have you experienced?"

He didn't use "happened" but "experienced"—a probing and bewitching tone.

His gray pupils clearly reflected Su Fu's face, her slightly pale face, long and curved eyebrows, large eyes, deep black pupils, and the narrow black eye tails were like dizzy ink, and The outline of the eyebrows is deep and delicate, the chin is sharpened, and the lips are angular and three-dimensional.

Sherlock asked probing and scrutinizing questions, and her frown, which was already tightly frowned, deepened.

She seemed to be very uncomfortable and turned her head, and her movements were stiff and unwilling. She said: "I forgot some important things and tried to remind myself, but it was very difficult. I have tried for a long time without any results."

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Neither Sherlock nor Su Fu slept that night.

At first, it was just Sherlock flipping through the books in the living room. Later, Su Fu simply opened the door of his bedroom and sat at the door to read Sherlock flipping through the books. He asked for coffee, but she gave milk instead. The two had a quarrel over this. This caused Mrs. Hudson to wake up an hour and a half earlier that day.

The two guys, who hadn't slept all night, finished their breakfast and went out. Su Fu took out a coin from his pocket and said, "I bet Inspector Lestrade hasn't found out about Alfred Green and Erwin yet." couple relationship."

Sherlock reached out and took the coin easily: "There is no doubt about it."

He planned to go to the ocean shipping company where Tyler Irvine worked. On the way, Sherlock checked on his mobile phone and said: "Harpersley Ocean Shipping, registered in the Cayman Islands eight years ago, the main business is The place of business is in the UK, and it mainly takes the Nordic-Mediterranean-Red Sea route, and the company mainly focuses on FOB cargo—what does FOB mean?"

"FreeOnBoard, a very common shipping term," Su Fu said looking out the window, "FOB at the port of shipment, the buyer leases the vessel and designates the port of loading, pays for the transportation insurance, and the risk is transferred when the goods are loaded on the ship to the buyer, but the shipping costs are to be borne by the seller."

Sherlock glanced at her meaningfully, and continued: "The owner is an American named Mark Harper, and the registered capital is about—"

"Stop," Su Fu suddenly interrupted him, "Mr. Driver, please pull over and stop."

"Huh?" Sherlock turned to look at her, and Su Fu answered him, "I saw an acquaintance I haven't seen for a long time, and I want to talk to him, you have to go to Erwin's company by yourself..."

Speaking of the taxi stopped by the side of the road, Su Fu opened the door and went down, and ran into a diagonal alley in two steps. The driver was about to ask Sherlock where he was going, but the guy had already thrown a banknote at Su Fu's door. The direction followed.

But when he entered the diagonal alley, he found that there was no one there.

A fluffy-feathered sparrow landed on the rusty black street lamp shade. It chirped lazily twice, and the floating clouds in the sky drifted away like fluff.

This is a dead end.

One moment she entered here, the next moment she was gone.

Sherlock supported the brick wall at the entrance of the alley, showing a thoughtful and distant look.

After a while, he walked out of the alley, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Hi Fenrir—of course, I need your help, thank you very much—"

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