[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Su Fu showed a slightly sad and joyful smile: "Yes."

"Your ring—it's placed in the corner of the box, which means that you don't want to see it all the time, but you didn't throw it away, because it still contains the meaning that you can't throw it away," Sherlock's speech speed unconsciously became faster, and the voice and In the vague sound of waves and wind outside the window, it sounds like a low-pitched ballad, "—silver material, simple style, belongs to your elders, it is probably the engagement ring of grandma or grandma..."

"Mother," Su Fu interrupted him, and after a moment of silence, said, "It's my mother's wedding ring."

"Well, mother—" he continued reasoning, "relic, burned and deformed—she died in a fire?"

Su Fu, who was originally sitting by the window, stood up suddenly, and she slowly turned her head to the window. The shadow of the swaying curtain lay across her pale face like flowing water, and she said calmly: "In When I was four years old, she was burned to death—if she hadn’t thrown me out on a collapsing beam, I would be like this pile of bones on the ground.”

"However," Sherlock hesitated for a moment, "you didn't show much gratitude, which means you are not close to your mother."

"This is another story." Su Fu turned around, his expression still calm. "I don't really want to bring up these past events. I will tell you when I have a chance in the future."

"Hum—" he snorted softly, "I'm looking forward to it."

Su Fu nodded: "I'm the same as you."

After a while of silence, Sherlock bent down to pick up the bones on the ground, and Su Fu said, "Leave me alone."

He looked up, his eyes were unclear.

Su Fu didn't take it seriously, and continued: "But I'm going to sleep in your room tonight, and - after tomorrow, we have to move to another hotel."

Sherlock stared at her for a second, then turned and went out the door with a cold sneer, the "squeak" sound of closing the door was accompanied by his cold grunt: "Troublesome and damn clean obsessive-compulsive disorder..."

Su Fu made a ferocious grimace at his back, and went to close the door.

Looking at the horrible pile of corpses on the ground for a long time, she sighed gloomyly, raised her fingertips, and a little scarlet flames lingered, the high temperature burned the air as if unreal, and also blurred her face and expression, illusory Illusion.

==

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

After disposing of the bones and dregs on the floor in his room, Su Fu changed his clothes and came to Sherlock's room. It was already past four o'clock in the morning, close to dawn, and he was washing his hands carefully. The meaning of falling asleep.

"It's already dawn." He said casually, outside the window the dawn and the stars were gradually sinking and setting, and there was a slight glow of joy leaping across the sky.

Su Fu sat next to him, flipped through a gossip magazine, and said, "Then I won't sleep anymore, just waiting to see what you're talking about..."

Time passed quietly.

When the sky was bright, a bright golden light rose from the sea in the distance, traveling thousands of miles to her window. Su Fu opened the window, and the refreshing morning wind came in, blowing her hair wildly.

Sherlock sat on the small sofa with his legs crossed, his elbows resting on the armrests, his fingers lightly tapped beside his ears, his gaze fell on the void in front of him, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

When Su Fu brought breakfast from downstairs, he only moved his eyeballs.

After hastily eating breakfast, she felt sleepy, so she said, "I'm going to sleep, call me if you need something."

Speaking of which, she took off her coat and shoes, lay flat on the bed, pulled the quilt over her neck, and closed her eyes.

After a while, his breathing became slow and long, and he fell asleep.

Sherlock sat for a while, then got up and opened the door and walked out quietly.

He first went to Su Fu's room, which was locked by Su Fu last night. He easily pried the lock and went in, and found that it was no different from when they first moved in.

The pile of corpses spread out on the ground last night was nowhere to be found, not even a trace was left... It was as if they had never existed.

He couldn't even guarantee that after disposing of a corpse, there would be no trace left behind.

But the woman next door did.

Now that even the corpses are gone, there will certainly not be any useful information here - she doesn't want to live in this room where the corpses were once dissected, but she keeps the house almost spotless, Sherlock With a slight mocking laugh, he seemed a little helpless, and then retreated from the room.

At this moment his cell phone rang.

He picked it up, and sure enough there was an annoying voice: "How is the case going?"

"If you are worried, you can check it yourself."

"I can't leave the office—you know," Mycroft sighed sadly. "My reform has encountered some obstacles. It's a busy time. I can't distract myself from taking care of other people at this critical moment." things, so you have to urge yourself to hurry up."

Sherlock didn't hesitate to remind him, and said, "How about the matter I asked you to investigate?"

"I have to ask you first, is there any movement between yesterday and today?"

"No—" Sherlock said wearily, "to answer my earlier question."

"Pay attention to your tone—" Mycroft said, "It's the group of people you guessed. They have already started to 'pay attention' to you. Su was ambushed this time because you were implicated."

"It's not because of me," Sherlock sneered. "It's clearly your fault. If it wasn't for your damn bank case, Sue and I would be safe in London now."

"But you went to Hebein." Mycroft's tone was a little more confident and calm, "You want to know Sue Frank's identity, and in exchange, go to Hebein to help me investigate this case."

Sherlock didn't object.

"Speaking of which, I didn't hear Su's voice, isn't she by your side?"

"She's sleeping—" Sherlock's usual sarcasm, "She's not you. Not everyone in this world is like you. The desire to control and weight are equally worrying."

This time, Mycroft did not immediately refute him, but paused for a moment before saying, "I think it's obviously not her who has a strong desire to control, but you—Sherlock."

==

"The front name is Sue, and the middle name is Veronica—this is my mother's name...can she really use my last name? I mean, children usually take their father's name..."

"It would be inconvenient for her to grow up in England, so it would be inconvenient to use my surname. How about I give our daughter a Chinese name, and she will have a mother and a father."

This was the first human conversation she heard after she was reborn and regained consciousness.

A man and a woman, or rather, a couple, her parents in this world.

She didn't remember the man's appearance for a long time, but she still can't forget his gentle tone when he spoke, and his gentle voice like rain flowers and waves.

It's a pity... There are very few such beautiful memories for her.

In the past days, she was awake much more than when she was asleep, and she had very few dreams, and even if she had, it was only later—dark and bloody, she dreamed of Amaran Da's death, even though she didn't remember exactly how she died, she had dreamed of the wronged soul buried under her hands and Voldemort's cold strange smile, and also dreamed of the boundless unconscious darkness...

And just like this time, when the child appeared in the dream, on Four Maples Street, her mother hugged her and waited for her father's return, which was unprecedented.

She dreamed of spring, the slender, young maple trees swaying their new buds, of birds flying low in the gentle wind and drizzle.

In the dream of the blue rain curtain, it seems to be covered with a layer of old colors in London. The gentleman holds up a black umbrella, and the lady covers half of her face with a wide brim of her hat, but her bright red lips are exposed, which is the only color in the rain. Just like a carriage passing by, the sound of the bell is long and continuous, becoming the only clear sound in the hazy rainy day.

At that time, London didn't seem to be very prosperous. The melancholy and mysterious old city, even with her father who died early, and her mother who would never wait for her father, her cowardly and young friends, and herself who was ignorant at that time, were all drowned in In the torrent of the times.

Never return.

……

It was dusk when she awoke.

Outside the window, the twilight was sinking, and a vast expanse of red neon light spread across the sea, dyeing the long and narrow wings of seagulls.

"If you don't wake up again, you will miss the good show."

Su Fu moved her stiff neck, recalled for a second before remembering where she was, she said, "I didn't ask you to wake me up—"

As she spoke, she rolled over and got off the bed, stepped over to Sherlock who was standing at the window in two steps, and followed his gaze——

A sparse funeral procession passed through the quiet street.

From west to east, it is obvious that they have just come out of the church.

In the front is a woman in a long black dress. She wore a black wide-brimmed hat decorated with feathers, which almost completely covered her face. She also wore black lace gloves, holding a black and white photo frame.

And behind her, four men bent their backs and carried a coffin. They walked very slowly, and their footsteps fell silently. When passing by some houses, those who stood by the windows and peeped would close the windows with a "clang", and a Frightened moths buzzed and landed on the old street lamp shades that had just been lit.

"What kind of show is this?" Su Fu muttered, pouring himself a glass of water.

Sherlock closed the window, pursed the corners of his lips, and gave a not-so-friendly smile: "This is Luna Walter's funeral."

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In addition, I saw that some people said that the progress was slow. In fact, compared with the first part and the second part, I did deliberately slow down the pace, because I mixed in more clues other than the case, but on the whole, the rhythm In fact, it is not slow, because the plot has already progressed to nearly half.There is also a relationship line...you really don't see the progress...the progress is obviously great, right?