[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

The surrounding area was empty and silent, and there seemed to be no one there.

The intense thrill just now seemed like a dream.

The snipers in the distance have also withdrawn, and it is estimated that they will not be able to catch up.

I don't know who it was just now, who was following her, but was so silent, yet willing to save her life.

Su Fu squatted down to check the footprints—relatively petite, slightly narrow, with non-slip shading, they should be ordinary women's outdoor shoes, with a height of about 1.6m1.7 to [-]m[-].

Is it a woman? !

Su Fu felt a little unbelievable. Just as she was about to stand up, she was attracted by a faint glow on the beach—it was an ice-blue earring, bead-shaped, made of opal, and inlaid with delicate hollowed-out silver flower leaves. , Contaminated with rain and dew, so it looks more gloomy, like a bit of late green, wrapped in the glittering frost.

She picked up the earrings, wiped them dry and put them in her pocket. Just as she took two steps slowly, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

She is a wizard, even if someone wants to kill her, she will not use the ordinary method of sniping, and the closest to her recently can only be——

Sherlock!

Su Fu returned to the hotel in a second, and went upstairs two steps at a time. When he went to push the door of Sherlock's room, he found it was locked.

The door opened silently, and Su Fu just wanted to rush in, but found Sherlock lying sideways on the bed, seemingly asleep.

This guy actually sleeps during the day?

What a mystery.

Su Fu quietly went over to take a look at him, he was sleeping soundly, half of his face was sunken into the pillow, his curly hair was messy, when his eyes were tightly closed, he was isolated from his unique penetrating and slightly sharp eyes, just It made him look a lot gentler.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, and he bent his arm awkwardly. Su Fu wanted to straighten him at first, but he was afraid of waking him up. The imprint seemed to be some pattern that was painted on it and then wiped off by him. Su Fu looked at it a few more times, and it seemed to be a certain letter.

She took the blanket and shook it off to cover Sherlock, then turned her head to look at his sleeping profile—but the more she looked at it, the more she felt that it was a little cute? !

Oh god fucking cute.

She rolled her eyes, walked to the window and looked out, and after making sure that there was no movement, she tiptoed out.

Leaning against the wall and letting out a sigh of relief, Su Fu took out the mobile phone that she had forgotten for a long time, went back to the room, plugged in the charger, turned it on, and found that there were many missed calls and text messages.

This time not only Sherlock's, but also his brother Mycroft's.

Su Fu: "..."

She just went out for a few hours, although she met a mysterious man and a sniper.

She dialed McCoff's number back.

"Hello—what can I do for you?"

"Sue," Mycroft called her name on the other end of the phone, "where are you?"

Su Fu stood by the window, fixed his eyes on the golden sunset on the sea in the distance, and replied, "I'm in Hebein."

Mycroft seemed surprised. "You didn't leave—or did you just go back?"

"Just came back," Su Fu dug out the medicine box from the small bag, "How do you know I'm not here this afternoon?"

McCoff sighed noncommittally, and said, "Sherlock is looking for you."

"Oh—sorry," Su Fu stopped moving his hands, "I have something to deal with this afternoon."

"A bit rude suggestion," Mycroft said slowly, "Su, you'd better tell Sherlock when you go out in the future, even if it's just an excuse."

After a moment of silence, Su Fu said: "I will pay attention—and besides, when I came back just now, I encountered an ambush sniper, no one would intend to murder me in such an ordinary way, so it must be related to Sherlock, do you want to investigate? one time?"

"Yes—of course, I'm sorry Su, but your life is in danger—"

"Wait," Su Fu interrupted him suddenly, "You know?"

Mycroft was silent.

Su Fu frowned, and questioned unconsciously: "Why did Sherlock suddenly come to Hebein? He has been in contact with you before—"

As she spoke, her eyes reflecting the twilight suddenly narrowed, "The case of the bank being stolen?"

"I thought Sherlock had already told you," Mycroft's voice was still calm and elegant, "he said almost everything to you."

"Actually," Su Fu said slowly, "he doubts my identity very much, and has tried countless times to prove his conjecture."

"But he won't gain anything," Mycroft said tactfully, "I believe in your ability—and," he changed his tone casually, "Sherlock cares about you, he won't do too much of."

Su Fu sneered, then sighed a little: "You really know him..."

Mycroft smirked: "For that, I think I deserve it."

"On this point," Su Fu said, "I respect you very much, and I envy Sherlock to have a brother like you."

"I respect you too, Sue," Mycroft retorted, "I wish you and Sherlock a happy investigation."

"Speaking of the case..." Su Fu thought about it, "I really don't understand much this time."

McCoff considered for a moment, and said, "Su, I don't know if you've heard of—'McDougal'?"

==

Su Fu typed that word in the search engine box - McDougal.

Unsurprisingly, a large number of search terms did not have any relevant entries at all, as well as several personal websites, and phishing posts that had been submerged for many years.

We can only wait for Sherlock to wake up and ask him.

The twilight was sinking outside the window, and the sky had already faded into blackness. It was obvious that night was coming.

Su Fu browsed through the searched content just now, and from time to time, he clicked on one or two casually, and finally clicked on a forum post. The theme used by the host was "McDougal", but it seemed to be a recruitment post, and there were only a few posts below. Reply, it was all pouring water, and she closed it after casually looking at it twice.

When the web page was exited, there were still some impressions left in her mind, and she suddenly caught a few words.

Click in again.

It’s really a recruitment—there is a LOG picture posted on the homepage, which is a huge letter M in bold blue, with a thin fox wrapped around it, which is very vividly drawn, and there seems to be a sly look in the narrow and long fox eyes icy light.

Su Fu always felt that this pattern was a bit familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere...

The host declares that he is a "McDoug" and hopes that capable young people can join them and make some big things happen together.

The tone was very mediocre. If it wasn't because McCoff reminded her to pay attention to the name just now, she would definitely think that this was a prank by some adolescent middle school student who buried his head under the desk because the class was boring.

So... McDougal might be alone?or an organization.

She shook her head. If this was just a theft group, it wouldn't be interesting.

At seven o'clock, Su Fu finally realized that she hadn't had dinner yet. She opened the door and went downstairs to eat something casually, but just as she opened the door, she ran into Sherlock head-on.

She nodded nonchalantly and continued downstairs, with Sherlock asking behind her, "Where have you been this afternoon?"

"Hospital."

"It didn't take that long to go to the hospital - you didn't even change your clothes, which means you just came back. There were a lot of mud spots on the uppers of your shoes, and there were also spots on the corners of your trousers. You walked a rainy path... a long way, but It's not raining in Hebbane, and the nearby cities—"

"London." Su Fu stopped in his tracks, glanced back at him, and said, "It's raining in London, and I went to the hospital in London."

Sherlock: "..."

"I did just come back, and thanks to you, I met a sniper on the way who wanted to kill me."

Sherlock's brows seemed to frown, and he looked at Su Fu with transparent eyes for a while, before pulling out a smile: "But you're fine."

Su Fu snorted coldly: "If I have something to do, I guess you are not far from something to do - do you want to eat?"

"Yes." He agreed briefly, and went downstairs with her.

The dinner was extremely silent, Su Fu was absent-minded all the time, and Sherlock stared at her for a long time without realizing it, until he called her name: "Su?"

"What?" She looked up suddenly, her eyes puzzled.

Sherlock shrugged, "You're cutting the plate in half."

"Oh—I'm full." She dropped the knife and fork, barely moving the steak on the plate.

After a few seconds, Sherlock suddenly said, "Are you still angry?"

He frowned slightly, and said with some reluctance, "Why - because of that incident in the morning?"

"I'm not angry," Su Fu sighed, "Even if I'm angry, I won't lose my temper with you..."

She lowered her voice as she spoke, and finally turned into a helpless murmur: "... who told me that I want to stay with you."

"Well, I--"

"It's nothing—" Su Fu uttered almost at the same time as him, she sat up straight, "McGauge just told me something, McDougal, what is this?"

Sherlock pursed his lips and pushed his plate to the center of the table so that he could rest his elbows on the edge. He said: "I wanted to tell you later-you said, you're right about these things. Not interested anymore."

"Then I have to contradict myself now," Su Fu wrote lightly, with a casual smile hidden in his deep and deep eyes, "I'm very interested in these."

Or, I'm very interested in everything about you... including you, of course.

The author has something to say: Someone said yesterday that they didn't understand?Did you not understand the part about the hospital?Ah, I thought that the ladies who read this article have all read HP. Let me explain. St. Mungo’s is the only hospital in the British wizarding world. During the Wizarding War, the British wizarding world was divided into two factions, led by Voldemort. The extreme terrorist organization Death Eaters, the Justice Party headed by Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, the working people's armed separatist organization, the couple Su visited in the hospital used to be Aurors (policemen in the magic world), and they were both Phoenixes. Club member, tortured insane by Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange with the Cruciatus Curse.

I will explain the background of HP when I write about it in the future, I love you all.

Spicy chicken Jinjiang, swallow my nutrient solution!I swallowed it yesterday and didn’t return it, and I swallowed it again today. After labor and capital finally broke [-], it was swallowed back before liberation. Hey, I’m so angry.