[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Su Fu quickly ran down a few stone steps of varying heights, looking for the narrow passage where they came, and shining a flashlight on the ground while walking... There was no special movement, no abnormal traces.

That person seemed to disappear into the air suddenly, because nothing changed around her, and she didn't even notice... How did he disappear.

Su Fu complained in his heart that he was being too careless. If there were some kind of unknown existence that even the Ministry of Magic hadn't discovered living in this mine, then Sherlock would definitely be in trouble.

She cautiously explored the entrance of the cave, leaned in sideways, and whispered, "Sherlock?"

"Sherlock—"

She walked quickly over the path they came from. The place was already very narrow, the low-hanging stone pillars were abrupt and sharp, and an extremely irregular stone tip poked out from the stone wall from time to time, like some kind of hidden stone hidden in the dark. in the weapon.

Because the light was not enough and she walked in a hurry, she bumped into it without paying attention. The inertia was too great to hold her body in time, so she staggered and fell backwards——she subconsciously reached out to grab the support, and the piece The decayed stone that she grabbed suddenly broke, and her back slammed into the sharp corners of the stone next to her.

There was a sharp and piercing sound of "stabbing", probably the clothes on her back were ripped apart, and she almost lost the feeling of her shoulder blades, but she didn't care about it, she cursed "Damn it", and then stood up with difficulty Continue to explore.

but--

nobody.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly frowned again—in her chaotic thoughts, she thought in a daze, if someone or something took Sherlock away, then he would definitely not leave this narrow and very difficult path, On the contrary, the direction of the depths of the cave inside is more likely, so thinking about it, she went back along the same path.

Still no one.

In the silent cave, only her chaotic and hasty footsteps and the shouts of missing people are left. She doesn't know what will be disturbed by the sound rays passing through the underground space that has been unvisited for many years, and she doesn't know what is hidden in the depths of the cave. She didn't want to know what kind of secret it was.

She just thought that she had to find that Sherlock Holmes quickly.

In a few chaotic breaths, countless thoughts rushed through her mind like a wave - where he stood just now, what he said, the subtle voice passing by her ear - all the clues that could be grasped, even What kind of magic can probe unknown territories and find a person.

She began to regret agreeing to him to come to this damned mine to explore some damned secrets, and mocked herself for being so low vigilant even after going through so many crises, she was simply stupid.

The light of the flashlight was flickering, and the misty darkness in her field of vision seemed to be flickering, flickering out an ominous light curtain, countless thoughts rushed through that light curtain like electricity, and all kinds of terrible conjectures exploded like fireworks. before her eyes.

The icy air in the lung cavity passed through, and gradually gave birth to a kind of cold but hot dull pain. She heard her rapid panting, the uneasy movement of her heart, and clearly felt the sour impulse in her eyes. .

Maybe she has called Sherlock's name hundreds of times, or just a few times, or maybe the time has turned upside down, just a few moments have passed, and she is just spinning in circles.

In fact, it was only a few minutes.

"--I'm here."

Sherlock's deep and pleasant voice suddenly sounded in the darkness, like a few piano sounds suddenly falling on a deserted street.

Su Fu turned his head away abruptly, because the force was so great that his neck almost snapped with an ominous "click".

This time her footsteps were faster than before, and she followed the sound precisely to find the young man standing at the mouth of the mine.

The faint light of the flashlight outlined his figure, unscathed.

Sherlock heard her let out a long, convulsive breath.

He turned on his flashlight, and the light passed through the darkness and landed on Su Fu's face—his hair was disheveled, his eye sockets seemed a little red, and his eyes were anxious but cold.

And her face was already pale, but now it was several times paler than usual, bloodless, and a sickly transparency appeared in the darkness, making her look like a piece of thinness embedded in the dark twilight. female ghost.

At this time, she was very close to him, so close that he could clearly hear her heartbeat... He never knew that a person's heartbeat can be as heavy and fast as a storm and storm, as if it was about to explode. chest.

"...I never knew, you're still a hide-and-seek lover?"

She grunted in a hoarse voice, with an unusually sarcastic tone, and then beat her breathless chest and leaned against the stone wall beside him.

So the only sound left in the mine was her suppressed panting and violent coughing.

After a while, Su Fu straightened up: "Go, go out first."

Sherlock didn't refute, and waved her hand to signal her to go first, but she flicked the flashlight and said coldly, "Go in front of me!"

He silently shrugged and walked in front of her.

The light of the flashlight behind her finally stabilized, but her breathing was still short.

Su Fu walked away unhappily, but his heartbeat still didn't slow down. Between the ups and downs, both the heart and the brain seemed to have gone through a critical and extreme test.

In the moment just now, the emotions of fear and fear stirred up a dangerous vortex, swallowing reason and the ability to think.

If something really happened to this person—if he inexplicably disappeared in an unknown mine... Then it really—

Unthinkable.

Su Fu smiled suddenly, and said in a low voice, "Do you feel it's a pity now?"

Sherlock's footsteps stagnated for a moment, but in the end he continued to move forward without saying a word.

After a while, he heard Su Fu's vicious voice behind him: "If you are really in danger in the future, just wait for your own death!"

He was noncommittal.

Su Fu snorted coldly.

She clearly knew that he intended to dig out some interesting unknown and mysterious things from her—the world was too simple and boring for him, and no one could prevent him from having some fun for himself.

And she just happens to be that bit of "fun".

Perhaps in his opinion—what is more interesting than opening up everything about a person whose life experience is mysterious, his whereabouts are a mystery, and his actions are groundless.

In fact, if Sherlock just waited even a few minutes, she would definitely draw out her wand.

He will get his wish.

— so easy.

He can lurk in the dark, watch her being fettered by emotional shackles, take the initiative to pierce the barrier of concealment, present those secrets for him to appreciate, and then turn them into boring truths, which he indifferently leaves behind.

but--

He just didn't...

Ugh.

Su Fu sighed gloomyly.

Maybe.

He can see through the world, but she cannot see through him.

And the only thing she cares about is that a stone weighing more than a thousand catties falls into the lake of peace in her heart—maybe it will never go away.

==

Walking out of the mine, the strong sunlight blinded people for a moment. It didn’t take long for them to enter the mine, and they probably didn’t go far. They didn’t find anything, and they didn’t encounter any accidents. .

It was completely useless, Su Fu thought, probably Sherlock would dislike wasting time.

Her footsteps were a little heavy, and she didn't know why she always felt that she was powerless to walk. On the mountain road for more than an hour, Sherlock walked in front of her without saying a word, while she stepped on his shadow, silent like the mountain. rocky green trees.

It was exactly noon when we returned to the hotel. There were a few lazy sailors chatting and picking their teeth on the first floor. Sherlock passed among them and went straight upstairs. Su Fu stretched his shoulders and followed.

A veil of sunlight came in from the window of the room, and fell mistyly on the mottled wooden floor. She stretched out her hand to close the curtain, which stirred up countless floating dust. She accidentally pulled too hard, and she gasped in a "hiss" air conditioner.

Walking all the way, I was so far away that I almost forgot that my shoulder hit a rock.

Su Fu took off her coat, and a big gash was cut on her back. She turned her hands behind her to touch the shirt, and it seemed that the line had come off too, so she also took off the shirt and threw it aside, and took one from the box. new.

"Su, what's on your back?"

She bent down to grab the shirt, paused, and straightened up.

With his back to the door, he said without moving, "You didn't knock."

"Your door is always ajar." Sherlock's voice changed from far to near, and he stood behind her, his scrutinizing gaze fell heavily on her back.

"Is this a burn?" He said, stretching out his hand to push her long hair away, so her back was white, her shoulders were bruised and swollen, her sharp butterfly bones, and a large black spot on her back The ferocious black traces formed a very sharp contrast.

It was as if the skin had been completely necrotic, wrinkled, reminiscent of black confetti after being burned by flames, or some ominous curse buried under the skin, so that it was so terrifying that it was hard to bear to look directly at it.

When his cold fingertips touched it, Su Fu shuddered.

She frowned and said, "Don't move."

"What is this?" He felt as if what he touched was not human skin, but a piece of dry bark.

Su Fu shook the shirt, put it on with a wave of his hand, covering his hideous back, and said lightly: "It's just a scar."

"No injury of any kind leaves... such a scar—unless it's a strong caustic," Sherlock said, "but then there's no way you'd be alive."

"I'm living a good life," she turned her head and sneered, "I've always been fine!"

After a moment of silence, Sherlock said, "Are you angry?"

For the first time, Su Fu heard a little uncertainty from his tone.

"No need." She walked past him and went out without looking back.

Standing by the window, Sherlock watched her disappear into the deserted street at noon, shrugged and left as well.

The author has something to say: From today onwards, I will change my name to "Society Your Brother", which sounds more aura.

Also, if you think today's chapter is not good, it must be my dog ​​biji friend's fault, because she watched "The Grudge" by the side when I typed, and the sound was loud... It's not bad to have the BGM of the Grudge for labor and management If you want to complain that Junsuke Kobayashi looks like Sa Beining, that Gancai is called Meigancai because her surname is Mei, and that the most handsome girl in the whole film is Kayako and her baby Junxiong, I gave her a mother's criticism at that time, and rolled my eyes.