[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"You—" Su Fu took a breath, "You came at the right time, and there was no one in the room."

Dumbledore smiled slowly: "My luck has always been very good."

She closed the curtains and sat across from the fireplace: "Is there something wrong with you looking for me so anxiously?"

"Oh, yes, of course—there's a small incident," said Dumbledore. "Just now, I received a message... At number four, Privet Drive, Harry, for some reason, put His aunt is blowing up, and now that Maggie Dursley is gone, the Ministry of Magic Reversal of Incidents Squad is out—”

"Pfft hahahahahaha...Professor—please forgive me," Su Fu couldn't stop laughing, "Did you blow up my aunt? Why is this kid so creative hahaha..."

Dumbledore also showed a sly smile, and waited patiently for her to finish laughing before continuing: "The main reason is that Harry ran away from his aunt's house, and school hasn't started yet, and he has nothing to do in the Muggle world." There are places to go—"

"You want me to take him with you temporarily?"

"No, Sue, you just have to go to Privet Drive and find him and follow him until he's safe—it's inconvenient for me to leave school right now."

"It's no problem," Su Fu got up from the ground, "I'll go right away... Then I don't need to post my letter, and it's no big deal. How is the school doing?"

Dumbledore sighed, and said, "Everything remains the same—since the dementors came."

Su Fu pursed his lips. It was not a wise move to send the dementors guarding Azkaban to guard the school, but the Ministry of Magic insisted on going its own way, and even Dumbledore's objections were useless.

"By the way, could you ask Severus to send me a bottle of potion for scars, please?"

"Must bring it," Dumbledore's long beard trembled from the flames, "are you injured?"

"Of course not, you know I never care about scars or anything," Su Fu laughed, "otherwise I would have to spend so much precious potion, neither Severus nor Professor Slughorn would be willing to help me ——This time I asked for it for someone else.”

Dumbledore nodded, and said with a smile: "This is very good, I have been suggesting that you get in touch with people more, whether it is to find a job or share a rent with others, even if it is a Muggle, don't always be alone In the past, life is spent with people close to you, and it will be wonderful."

Su Fu thought about the days of living on Baker Street for nearly a month. Although Sherlock's IQ was hit every day, the time with him was still very interesting.

"Okay, I'll try my best." She put on her windbreaker and turned around, "Then I'll go first, goodbye."

The outline of Dumbledore's face slowly faded away until the flames finally extinguished. Su Fu pulled out his wand to clean up the ashes, and then apparated across Privet Drive.

==

"Why isn't Miss Frank with you?" Lestrade looked behind Sherlock, but didn't see another figure.

Sherlock didn't answer, strode into Scotland Yard's office, went to the photocopier to get Alfred Green's information.

"I just said no one can stand him," Sergeant Donovan said gloatingly, "Miss Frank must have seen him clearly, that's why she broke up with him—"

Sherlock raised his head and glanced at her coldly, then continued to look at the information in his hand.

A few minutes later, he threw the folder on the table, took out his phone, pressed it a few times and put it back in his pocket, saying: "Green and Erwin must have cooperated before - one of them is the legal representative of a daily chemical company and the other is The manager of the transportation company, check Green's social records and business transaction records, you will find out. In addition, you might as well check Taylor Erwin's income and expenditure records-unless he is a 'McDougal', Otherwise, his current financial ability will not allow him to buy a house for his mistress."

After he finished speaking, he went out and left. When the taxi stopped at the door of 221B Baker Street, he looked up and found that the windows on the second floor were dark. The moment he opened the door and entered, he judged that there were no living humans in the room.

When he opened the door, he paused his fingers, tilted his head slightly and glanced back, the corners of his lips curled up in a slight mocking arc, and the flow of people and cars behind him seemed to be calm.

Sherlock opened the door and walked in.

He went to Tyler Irwin's company at noon, but basically found nothing. In the afternoon, he observed the changes in the gastric juice of a newly delivered corpse in the laboratory of Butts Hospital. Dr. Lance was very willing for him to go there. Of course Jasmine was more willing, and she even asked him about Su's recent situation.

Judging from Jasmine Amber's attitude, she was obviously completely ignorant of Su's past, which was puzzling - obviously she was the only person in London who could have anything to do with Su Frank.

Sherlock turned on the light in the living room and lay down on the sofa.

He took out his cell phone and looked at it. Someone didn't reply to the text message. He threw the cell phone on the coffee table with a "boom", and suddenly there was a "thumping" sound in the corner of the room.

Sherlock sat up abruptly, and looked towards the direction where the unknown sound came from - on his music shelf by the window sill, stood a proud snow-white owl.

He turned his head blankly, and took out a few test tubes and an alcohol lamp from the extremely neat cabinet next to him, preparing to do a small experiment that ordinary people could not understand.

Then the owl on the shelf hooted lazily.

Sherlock said loudly, "Shut up - you silly bird."

Unmoved, the owl tilted its head and combed its wing feathers with a sharp beak a few times, then honked again.

Sherlock put down the things in his hands and said word by word: "Avogadro, you—"

Curly the owl hooted louder than he did in protest.

"Mendeleev—"

The owl fluttered over and landed on Sherlock's shoulder, aggressively pecking at his ear, he quickly turned his head, and stretched out his hand intending to knock down the vicious and treacherous bird, but the owl The roll was more flexible than him, and it flew to the top of the cabinet again. Sherlock pointed at it and said, "I'll say it again, Dalton—"

Juanjuan swooped down again, screaming more sharply, squatting on the table in front of him and scratching his fingers, knocking over the test tubes and volumetric flasks with his flapping wings.

Sherlock put his hands behind his back, stepped back and said, "Well—if you like that stupid name, well... Curly, stop all your movements! Immediately!"

Sure enough, the owl folded its wings, chirped twice in a soft voice, and then flew back to the music shelf. Its eyes, as bright as obsidian, turned a few times, and stared at Sherlock quietly.

Sherlock arranged the experimental equipment on the table expressionlessly.

==

When Su Fu returned to Baker Street from Privet Drive, she saw that Sherlock, who was doing the experiment, and Curly, who was combing feathers, were getting along very harmoniously in the living room. She thought that she had been cast with a confusion spell, but Sherlock didn't take Curly to do it. experiment? !

She stayed in place for two seconds, and Curly happily flew over and landed on her shoulder, and rubbed her chin intimately.

Sherlock took off the goggles and said, "Why didn't you reply to the text message?"

"Ah? You have something to do with me—" she said as she searched her pocket for her mobile phone. To be honest, the sequelae of staying in the magic world for a long time is that she will not be used to various convenient communication tools when she suddenly returns to the world of ordinary people. How good the previous life was, the problem of not letting go of the phone was corrected tens of thousands of times in the past without success.

【Come quickly to Scotland Yard——S·H】

The message said so.

Su Fu smiled, and typed a reply: [I'm outside, I won't be back in a short time——S·F]

The phone that Sherlock threw on the coffee table rang, and he came over to pick it up to have a look, and said, "You're standing in front of me, and you still want to send text messages?"

Su Fu shrugged and said with a smile: "You asked me why I didn't reply to the text message, I will reply now."

"boring."

Su Fu threw his coat into the bedroom, and said, "My cell phone vibrates all the year round, and it depends on fate to answer the phone, so if you have something to do in the future, you'd better tell me in person or notify me in advance."

Sherlock glanced at her and muttered, "If you're by my side, you don't have to worry about these problems at all..."

"But the problem is, I can't be by your side all the time. I'm not your parasite."

"Su, it is absolutely impossible for low-end organisms like parasites to appear in my body—and as a primate mammal, why would you compare yourself with this incompletely evolved life form?"

Su Fu: "...Do you understand rhetorical techniques?"

Sherlock showed disdain and ignored her.

At this time, the hour hand of the clock on the wall points to the position of "2", which is two o'clock in the morning.

"Are you still awake so late?"

Not answering.

"Well, what did you get at Scotland Yard this afternoon?"

Sherlock piled up the experimental equipment, and he didn't know if the experiment was successful. He said: "Alfred Green is the legal representative of a daily chemical company, and his products are exported to South Asia and the Middle East—"

"They must have business contacts." Su Fu sat down and frowned suddenly, "You said, Taylor Irwin cheated a year ago?"

"At least a year and three months ago." Sherlock came and sat next to her, leaning forward, hands folded.

Su Fu: "...How the hell did you calculate it so accurately?"

"The newspaper that published Mrs. Irwin's missing person—the photo attached to it was taken when Taylor Irwin accompanied his wife and six-year-old daughter to Disney half a year ago," he said, not knowing how A colored newspaper was pulled out somewhere, "He seemed absent-minded, and watching his fingers, he was not wearing a wedding ring, and his tie was tied in such a fancy way that only one kind of man would tie it in such a fancy way—"

"The method used by hotel attendants to tie bow ties," Su Fu continued, "and Mrs. Erwin is a kindergarten teacher."

"Correct, look at Mrs. Erwin's statement—"

The author has something to say: The young ladies who read the article are all fairies, and I love you.

66 small red envelopes will be distributed randomly in the comments of Chapter V of the three chapters updated today, and will not be distributed repeatedly.

Hope the sky, if there are 66 messages.

I still hope that ladies and sisters don’t abandon me just because I joined V, after all you have confessed to me, you have to be responsible, you know.