[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

McCoff took a step back and said with an elegant smile: "It seems that you are very concerned about current affairs."

Su Fu blinked and raised the paper bag in his hand: "You should like the freshly baked cheesecake."

Sherlock poked his head out from behind the sofa and said to Mycroft, "Your weight has reached the highest level in the past two years. Has Dr. Raibert gone on strike recently? After all, your teeth can't be saved at all."

McCoff ignored Sherlock, reached out to take the cake bag, and said, "Su, you have applied for the pastry chef of the cake shop."

He used an affirmative statement.

Su Fu smiled and said, "Yes—"

Mycroft nodded: "This must be a very interesting job."

"Only you find it interesting," Sherlock sneered, "now you can go out."

Mycroft was unmoved: "Unless you promise me to investigate that case."

"I am very busy."

"You obviously don't have any case on hand—"

"Who told you?" Sherlock smiled perfunctorily and slyly. "I'm going to Bicester, Kent tomorrow to investigate a case. I'm afraid I don't have time to take care of your case."

Mycroft frowned: "But it's about running the country's economy..."

Sherlock said casually: "What does it have to do with me?"

Su Fu interjected, "Sorry, what you said—was it the bank theft case in the morning?"

"It seems that Su has already made it clear." Mycroft smiled at her. "Obviously it is very unwise to report this matter, but it is very difficult to balance the need to ensure the public's right to know."

"Leave it to you to decide!" Sherlock said, "Sue—we're going to Bicester Town tomorrow."

Su Fu: "...you make the decision for me now?"

Sherlock said indifferently: "I sent you a text message before."

"You know I don't read text messages."

"Oh," Sherlock's lips twitched, "I thought you saw it."

Su Fu: "..."

Mycroft stood up holding a black umbrella: "No matter what, I still hope you can look into that case."

Sherlock said, "I won't."

Mycroft goes out—takes the bag of cheesecakes: "I'm sure you will."

Su Fu smoothly arranged the pillows that were tilted to one side, and said, "Oh my god, did you just move in yesterday—this house is in such a mess that it looks like World War III!"

She said and threw the crumpled paper on the coffee table into the wastebasket.

Sherlock swiftly avoided the parabola of waste paper: "Go to Bicester Town tomorrow."

Su Fu turned his head and smiled at him with a half-hearted smile: "I won't go."

"I bought your ticket for you—"

"I don't have time, I have to work!"

"Come on," Sherlock said sharply, catching a book she threw over, "You have long since lost interest in the pastry chef job, otherwise you wouldn't have asked for leave for several days in a row and changed jobs according to you." It’s about time, what’s the next job I’m going to apply for? The clerk of the Hague International Tribunal—”

Su Fu: "..."

She rolled her eyes: "If you want to be a clerk, you should be a judge—are you afraid of the judge of the United Nations International Court of Justice?"

"Oh," Sherlock smirked, "you're not old enough."

Su Fu quickly changed the subject: "...What case does Bicester have?"

"It's my classmate Luis Costner. Something happened to his sister and he wants to invite me to take a look," Sherlock said casually. You know, it's a small seaside town with a very nice view."

"Eh, yes," Su Fu nodded, "I like seaside cities, although the sea breeze often makes my hair dance with demons."

"So——" Sherlock threw the book on the nearby cabinet, "you promised to go to Bicester with me?"

"Yeah, what you just said is right, I've lost interest in pastry chefs," Su Fu said, "This job doesn't seem to suit me."

"And—" She tiptoed around Sherlock's shoulder and pulled the book over and placed it next to the lamp on the small coffee table, turned to look at him, and shrugged, "How could I really refuse your invitation?"

As she spoke, she went to the bathroom to get a rag. Sherlock was silent for a moment, and said behind her: "Admit it—Sue, you are just as interested in those cases as I am!"

"No," Su Fu replied without turning her head, she paused, and finally said lightly, "—at least not now."

Sherlock smiled inexplicably.

"Oh!" Su Fu suddenly patted his forehead, turned around and looked at him helplessly.

Sherlock didn't understand, so: "What happened?"

Su Fu rolled his eyes again, and said helplessly, "I suddenly remembered that the cake I gave your brother didn't seem to have sugar in it."

Sherlock: "..."

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Su Fu and Sherlock arrived in Bicester Town on the afternoon of the second day. Louis Costner drove to pick them up. He was a burly young man with red hair who lived in the town with his father and sister.

Although he always had an eager smile on his face and was very talkative, his face was tired and pale, and there were black circles under his eyes. It was obvious that he had been troubled by something recently, and his spirit was in a state of great disturbance.

He obviously thought that Sherlock would come alone, so he was taken aback when he saw Su Fu, but soon he showed a warm and welcoming look, and shook hands with Su Fu happily, but on the way back to his house, he drove While talking with Sherlock, he couldn't help but glance at Su Fu who was sitting behind.

Su Fu pretended not to see it, and kept looking out of the car window.

What Sherlock said was right. Although Bicester is only a small town, the scenery is very pleasant. London has entered late autumn, but it is still humid and warm here because it is facing the sea.

From the streets and alleys of Bicester, you can see the azure sea, the white waves rushing from the place where the sea and the sky meet, and the seagulls soaring and singing leisurely under the sky.

The streets where cars drive are lined with white houses. Compared with the high-rise buildings in London, the houses here are mostly low and flat, and even the streets appear crowded and narrow. The glass windows and black street lights are old and melancholy, quiet and leisurely.

The car finally drove into a cobblestone alley, with wisteria hanging from the red brick wall, cascading down like a waterfall, and the vines nestled on the Georgian porch, green and green.

"We're here," Louis pulled over and stopped the car. "You two, rest first, and talk about other things after dinner in the evening."

"No need at all," Sherlock got out of the car, squinted his eyes and looked around the yard, "If there is anything you need to go, just take me there."

Louis smiled, turned to Su Fu and said, "This guy was so energetic when he was in school, it's really puzzling and enviable."

Su Fu nodded and smiled, "But I need to put down my suitcase first, Mr. Costner, look—"

"Just call me Louis—please follow me," Louis led her into the house, and said as he walked, "The bed in the guest room on the first floor is a bit small, it must not be enough for two people—"

"Sorry - I'm not Sherlock's girlfriend."

Louis turned around in surprise, his light brown eyes were full of surprise and understanding, and he glanced at Sherlock standing at the door: "This is really... I thought Sherlock finally found a girlfriend—— You know, he's got a bit of a—"

"It's hard to accept," Su Fu continued his words, "I know—but I'm really not his girlfriend."

"Well," Louis blinked, "It's a pity, Sherlock is a genius, but it's always not understood by others..."

No wonder Sherlock is willing to keep in touch with Louis. He has almost no friends. As Louis said, others can't understand him-but there are always a few people in this world who are willing to understand him.

Su Fu was the first to think of Dr. Watson.

And... herself.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing. Everyone who tries to understand Sherlock Holmes needs a strong heart and spirit, as well as patience and tolerance beyond ordinary people. Oh...it's not easy to be a thief.

I feel sorry for Dr. Watson for one second, and I feel sorry for herself for two seconds.

"In that case, Miss Frank, you will stay in Adele's room first, she won't be here for now..."

Su Fu stopped his thoughts, raised his head and said, "Adele is—"

"My sister," Louise's expression became more and more serious, and his tone was a little stagnant, "she was detained in the police station a week ago because she was involved in a murder case. Fortunately, the trial date has not been set, otherwise my parents and I will be more anxious."

Su Fu asked casually, "The principal offender?"

Louis stopped in his tracks: "What did you say?"

"Oh—I'm sorry," Su Fu also stopped, "I mean, what's going on here?"

"Didn't Sherlock tell you?"

Su Fu tilted his head and said, "I never asked him."

"It's unbelievable to say..." Louis sighed.Opened the door to a bedroom on the left side of the corridor.

Su Fu went into the room, and she put the box by the wall.

The overall furnishing of the room is beige, warm and tidy, with gauze curtains, a princess bed is placed against the wall on the left, next to the dressing table with an oval mirror, next to it is a log wardrobe and a bookcase, and a small A table, and a beige round sofa.

Standard configuration for little girls.

The author has something to say: Yesterday, a young lady asked Su if she was not worried about what Sherlock would find when she entered her house. I wanted to reply to the comment, but that one was turned into a tall building by you. If I reply again, it will automatically generate a topic, and Some young ladies who replied probably wouldn’t read it, and they still have doubts, so here’s a unified answer, Su lives alone in the Muggle world, and in order to deal with emergencies, there will definitely be protective spells and blindfolds in the house, so even if Xia Locke can't see anything when he comes in, unless he knows magic, but obviously this is impossible, it's as simple as that.

According to my style, there are many hidden lines and foreshadowing in the text, and there are many details, so if you pay attention, you may be able to reveal the truth hahaha, everyone is Sherlock Holmes, everyone.