[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

At ten o'clock the next morning, Su Fu and Sherlock sat on the train to the small town of Hebein.

Reasonably, Su Fu didn't understand why he went to this place, but according to what Sherlock told Louis - he was going to visit a friend there.

Who knows what friends he has in a strange little town.

Although Su Fu felt that the name of this small town was a bit familiar, it didn't prevent her from not knowing this place at all.

Hern Bay is not very far from Bicester, and it still belongs to the administrative jurisdiction of Kent County, but the traffic is more convenient. Both the highway and the railway pass through here, and Hebburn itself is also a small port.

They had an hour's drive to go through. Su Fu flipped through a magazine that Adele had given her, and Sherlock, who was next to him, put on his mobile phone and suddenly said, "Su, you sang that song yesterday really well." Oops, many pronunciations are wrong."

Su Fu was stunned: "...Don't you understand Ukrainian?"

Sherlock turned his head to look at her: "But I understand Russian, Ukrainian and Russian are both developed from Yugoslavia, and their grammar and roots are very similar. I learned it after reading it for two or three hours before going to bed last night. "

Su Fu: "..."

You're making me want to give you an Avada, you know.

Sherlock continued: "Did you sing it to Adele? He repeated two lines of the lyrics—'Don't destroy the existing memories of our love, forgive me, understand me'..." "But that Stupid girls don't understand at all."

After a moment of silence, Su Fu said: "It doesn't matter - she did better than in that song, she is indeed stupid and naive, but I believe that after the almost betrayal incident of Jerry Vicente, she will understand a lot."

"Heh..." Sherlock snorted lightly, "The so-called betrayal leads to growth..."

Su Fu rolled up the magazine and threw it aside, and said something irrelevant: "I hate any form of betrayal."

An hour later, they arrived in the small town of Hebein.

It is colder here than Bicester, but like Bicester, there are still not many people living together, and the streets look sparse at noon when it is the busiest.

The entire urban area is not big, and it belongs to the kind where you can walk to the end in a straight line in an hour. Sherlock dragged Su Fu to find a small hotel on the edge of the city to stay. Su Fu asked him why he didn't live in the urban area, which was much more convenient. But Sherlock said that what he needs is not convenience, but quiet.

So of course there were no old friends of his to visit here, and Su Fu couldn't figure out why he came here all of a sudden, until she went downstairs to have dinner at night—and finally understood.

The first floor of the small hotel is used as a half sake bar and half restaurant, and the second floor is mainly a hotel. Although it is on the edge of the city, there are quite a lot of guests coming and going. Su Fu sat at the table for less than 5 minutes and listened to the full The information in her ears was messed up, so she probably understood the reason why Sherlock chose this place.

In fact the place is not quiet.

The tall, dark sailor speaks English with a strong accent, raises his wine glass to tease the waiter girl who looks ordinary but has an unusually hot body, the bald boss smiles at the crowded guests, frowns and lowers his head to settle accounts, and from time to time He snapped his fingers and snorted coldly.

The dirty kitchen door curtain was lifted vigorously, and there was a burst of aroma of grilled fish fillets, accompanied by the fat cook's yelling, all kinds of people sat around the table, chattering excitedly unimportant things.

The menu is almost full of seafood. This is a seaside town after all. Su Fu looked for a long time and couldn't find any one he liked, so he ordered a random pizza. The waitress left with the menu splint. She whispered: Asked Sherlock, with a mocking tone: "You told me you were for quiet?"

Sherlock seemed to be thinking about something, but upon hearing this, he just glanced up at her, without making any answer.

Su Fu made a "cut", lowered his head and flicked his mobile phone.

From time to time, miscellaneous gossip lingers in my ears——

"The bank in London has been robbed for so many days and there is no news... If only I had so much fucking money!"

"Widow Walter of Belga Street hooked up with another jerk, what a fucking shameless bitch."

"Tsk tsk tsk, if you want to have sex with that woman, just say it, she's just a prostitute..."

"Lin En hasn't come back yet, and now it seems that no one dares to go down into the cave. Is this place really fucking haunted?"

"Little Ryan and his mother are also the same. The child is only 11 years old. His mother must have encountered misfortune in order to find him. There is no news until now. It is a pity that their family has a newborn daughter."

"Oh, it's really crazy, who knows..."

Su Fu's pressing of the phone stopped suddenly, she frowned, and suddenly remembered where she had seen the name "Hebein"——

on the newspaper.

As early as a month ago, before she moved out of Baker Street, the newspaper once published an anecdote about the ghosts in the mine. She glanced at it casually at that time, and the news began to record——

"A shocking incident happened in Hebburn, Kent, a few days ago. From a mine that once belonged to the Murdochland Exploration Company on Carlox Mountain in the eastern outskirts of the city, there was a strange sound like a human crying for help. ..."

She also asked Sherlock if he had noticed the news at the time, and what did he answer at the time - anyway, he dismissed it, but now he dragged her here again.

"What special potential does the mine have that attracts you?" Su Fu asked in a low voice.

Sherlock rolled his eyelids: "You finally remembered?"

"...I refuse to answer this question, next one."

Sherlock said: "I thought with your memory, it would take a while before you realize why we came to Hebein."

Su Fu said: "It's just a haunted mine - didn't you say it was just a prank?"

Sherlock made a nasal sound and said, "Have you heard of Murdochland Resources and Energy Exploration Company before?"

Su Fu thought about it and said, "I've heard it before, after all, it's so famous, but it has so many exploration points all over the country, who would notice this mine in Kent—so you really came to Hebein for that The mine that was reported by the news?"

"Know Ben Hayden?"

Su Fu frowned: "Who is that? I remember that the director of Murdochland Company is not named Parvat? Who is Ben Hayden..."

"An irrelevant person." Sherlock said absent-mindedly, "How many years have been silent here...Finally, something interesting can happen - I'm going to the Traffic Management Bureau in the afternoon."

"Then I won't wait for you to eat together?"

Sherlock pursed his lips and said, "... yes."

At this time, the waiter girl brought her pizza, and Su Fu handed over the napkin, knife and fork. When he stretched out his hand, the sleeves of his shirt shrank up, revealing a small dark blue pattern on his arm.

"What's this?" Su Fu asked casually. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a certain letter, "When did you get it tattooed?"

Sherlock only answered briefly: "Drawn."

She forked a small piece of pizza into her mouth and chewed slowly, always feeling that Sherlock seemed to have something to say - but whatever, as long as he is happy.

So in the next few days, Sherlock has been preparing for their exploration in the mine, and Su Fu, she thinks that she only needs to bring her wand and Sherlock.

She went to see Dumbledore once on the first night of this period - resisted not to chase away all the dementors when passing the school wall - he seemed to be relatively quiet this term, spending most of the time in the office stay here.

She first went to the owl shed to have a look at Curly, because she was going to be away from London for a long time, so she simply let Curly fly to Hogwarts, so that it would be convenient for Dumbledore to send her a letter.

"I didn't greet you in advance, I thought you would not be here - after all, you have so many positions and identities."

Dumbledore said with a smile: "Before those positions, I was the headmaster of Hogwarts first - how about Sue, may I assume you have an idea?"

"Oh, of course." Su Fu took out a crystal bottle containing silver-blue memories from his cloak, "I went to Mr. Bork, and he told me some old things he remembered, but out of Voldemort's fears, there's still a lot of information missing."

Dumbledore looked at the memory under the lamp, and said calmly: "These things will become the most powerful tools for us to defeat Voldemort again."

"You've been talking about this," Su Fu said, staring at the tall Phineas Nigellus on the wall, "a deep understanding of Voldemort's past will help us defeat him...but that guy She has always been cautious and mysterious, leaving very few traces."

"So Sue," Dumbledore put the memory into the cabinet, as if he didn't intend to read it right away, "Sometimes I can't get away, so I need you to help me with some work..."

"Like going to Caractacus Bok to investigate?" Su Fu's slender eyebrows slowly frowned, "It's too slow, I think—"

"Don't be too harsh on yourself," Dumbledore said suddenly, he rarely interrupted others, "memory is a very mysterious thing, trying to correct it with magic is sometimes not worth the candle, and it will cause damage to your body—so , don't mind too much."

Su Fu was silent for a while, and Dumbledore slowly changed the subject: "Aren't you in London recently?"

"I'm in Kent," Su Fu replied, "I'm investigating a case with Sherlock—I don't know if you've heard of it, but something strange happened in an abandoned mine in a small town there..."

Dumbledore said: "I haven't heard of it-but I don't think there should be a nest of blow-tailed snails living in it, because the Ministry of Magic has not responded, and they have not attributed the strange incident to magical animals."

Su Fu heard that he was mocking the Ministry of Magic's strange move of letting magical animals take the blame after the Reaper incident broke out in August, so he couldn't help laughing: "By the way, what happened to that later? I also met a A couple of hunters named Whist."

"The Ministry of Magic seems to be in contact with the Vampire Senate, but I don't know the details."

Su Fu sighed: "There is no movement from the Ministry of Magic on the cusp of this storm, so it seems that a group of boring Muggles are really doing trouble in the mine..."

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