[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Su Fu almost spit out a mouthful of water, she raised her head and said in astonishment, "Whose funeral?"

"The widow who lives on Baikal Street," Sherlock repeated, speaking slowly and teasingly this time, "was just burned to death in a fire the day before yesterday, and her sister came to gather her body to take care of her funeral, and She had a little funeral."

"But—but it's obviously not Walter who died, and there is no corpse at all, that corpse no longer exists..."

"So," Sherlock shrugged at her, with a look of interest, "that's why I said this is a show not to be missed."

Su Fu raised his head and poured down the remaining water in the cup, and said half aloud, "What are these people trying to do..."

Sherlock grabbed her coat on the sofa and threw it over, saying, "You should be wondering what they did, not what they wanted to—"

Su Fu reached out to catch his coat, and said, "But what I'm more confused about now is, what do you want to do?"

"According to your proposal early this morning, I have already canceled the room, and we will stay in another hotel."

He pushed the door and went downstairs: "Take your suitcase, Su."

So they did change to a hotel—not far from the old one, but closer to the center of town.

After taking the key card from the boss, as soon as Su Fu put down the box, Sherlock locked the door of the room, then pointed to the open window: "Let's go."

Su Fu: "..."

Half an hour after dark.

They overtook the silent and eerie funeral procession.

Hebein's cemetery is on the north side, and after Walter's sister and his party left the city, they were indeed walking north. At night, the suburbs were quiet and deserted. After arriving at the cemetery, they walked straight through the cemetery, leaving a few people behind. They dug a grave and erected a stele in the cemetery, but the strange thing was that the coffin did not fall. They carried the coffin and turned back on the spot, heading in the opposite direction, all the way silently.

The mountain cemetery was silent, the shovel was cutting the soil and making ominous sounds, Sherlock and Su Fu hid in the bushes and grass under the cover of night, a woman in black long clothes and a coffin floated past them silently.

Su Fu frowned, and looked towards Sherlock with a questioning look, and he wrote in her palm - the west side.

It's clearly a funeral, but the coffin is definitely not a corpse, and it doesn't stay in the cemetery, but it wants to go to the west of the mountain range. What's in this direction—Su Fu was stunned, and then wrote in Sherlock's hand, Karl Locke Si Shan?

The corners of his lips seemed to be curved in the darkness, but it was not very clear. The woman leading the way and the man carrying the coffin walked a certain distance, and they immediately got up and followed.

The mountain road at night was even more difficult to walk, but the group of people in front seemed to be very familiar with it, and they walked very easily under the cover of night. They carried a coffin and walked all the way to the foot of the shady mountain. It was Sherlock and Su Fuqian. The place I just visited a few days ago - the so-called haunted mine.

So - what's in the coffin?

What else is in the mine?

A gust of wind blew over tightly, and the surrounding black and invisible trees whirled. The weather tonight was bad, with no stars and no moon, the sky hung low like a canopy, thick clouds moved around, and it looked like it was going to rain.

The cold air was filled with murmurs of voices.

"Didn't it mean that the wind has been tight lately..."

"Won't you do it if the wind blows?"

The second voice is a female voice, light and cool, blurred in the wind, seeming a bit absent-minded.

Su Fu wrote: Want to follow in?

Sherlock nodded.

Su Fu felt that at this time, she could only use one sentence to describe her inner world.

Those who carried the coffin searched at the entrance of the mine, and went in after seeing that there were no traces. The woman in black looked back at the night and followed.

Sherlock jumped out of the bushes: "Go!"

The mine was still as gloomy and quiet as the last time they visited, the only difference was that this time there were a few people walking in front of them carrying a heavy coffin.

The emergency lights cast confused shadows on the stone wall, and the few people walked quickly, obviously already familiar with the way,

They walked along the main mine road all the way, and when they reached the fork in the middle, they walked in the completely opposite direction from the direction Su Fu Sherlock walked last time-apparently they went wrong last time.

After a distance, one of them said, "Why is there no one?"

"Didn't you just say that, the wind is tight, I'm afraid they all retreated inside..."

The woman walking in the front suddenly stopped and asked, "When was the last time we came here?"

"A week ago—or was it six days?"

It happened to be the day before Su Fu and Sherlock came to Hebein.

The mine was dark and dark, and the tunnel was narrow and long. Even with a flashlight, it could only illuminate a distance of five steps around. Su Fu and Sherlock followed behind. The cave was still very obvious, but the people in front still didn't notice them... because Su Fu used the silencing spell.

Several people who carried the coffin pushed an old mine cart from the corner to push the coffin frame up and down.

Nearly half an hour later, they arrived at a doorway-like hole—during several turns, Su Fu couldn't help sighing that the Murdochland Exploration Company was really powerful. The [-]-foot mine was like a mine. Like an underground world extending in all directions.

The door opening was obviously made artificially. A thick and colorful wire walked along the stone wall and connected to the electric box on the top of the door opening. At the bottom of the electric box, there was a row of red switches.

Like the entrance to some kind of secret base.

The track broke here, and those men lifted the coffin down to the ground, and there was a loud, heavy muffled sound. Su Fu raised his eyebrows. He didn't know what was in the coffin, and it took four people to lift it...

"Why don't you even turn on the lights—"

One person muttered, walked around the coffin to the entrance of the cave, and stood on tiptoe to press one of the switches on the electric box——

Sherlock, who was leaning sideways on the track, grabbed Su Fu and was about to retreat, but she held his wrist with her backhand, and then something hit him hard on the top of his head. The Tianling Gai flowed down, until it was cold to the bottom of my heart.

It was a very wonderful feeling, cold and light - he shuddered awe-inspiringly.

Suddenly a dim light came on.

The light penetrated the darkness, illuminating the floating dust that had never seen the sun for thousands of years. The men who carried the coffin rested against the stone wall and muttered something. A few words.

As for what they said - Sherlock hadn't heard it at all.

Because at this time, he was more concerned about what happened to him.

It was as if his body didn't belong to him anymore.

Just a second before that light was turned on, at least twenty methods appeared in his mind to avoid being chased by the group of people in front, or to use him and Su to hide, no matter which method he had the confidence to take. With Su leaving safely - at least they detected something tricky in the mine.

But at this moment—he looked down at his body, which seemed to be transparent, showing the same color as the stone wall behind him. He slowly raised his hand, and his arm changed according to the surrounding light and shadow and the abrupt situation of the stone wall, He felt that he had become a chameleon, or that his whole body had melted and embedded into the stone wall.

Of course he was not found.

Sherlock's brow furrowed - more furrowed than ever before.

He turned his head to look at Su Fu, she, like himself, had become a transparent chameleon, as if she could feel his gaze, her pupils, which were blinded by the faint light like lamps, had a smile on her face, she moved towards He smiled, slyly and somewhat helplessly.

Patting the back of his hand reassuringly, she wrote in the palm of his hand: Why don't you follow in and have a look.

Sherlock looked up suddenly, and seemed to realize that the people carrying the coffin at the entrance of the cave had disappeared.

Su Fu pulled him towards the entrance of the cave, and he saw that her body was like a shadow screen of flowing water. Wherever he went, he would completely change the color of the surrounding scene. If she hadn't pulled him, he would never have noticed where she was.

The most perfect camouflage - simply amazing, incredible.

He subconsciously reached out to touch her, but it was not as he thought—the person in front of him and himself were not illusory, they were still real and existed objectively, but... a magical change beyond nature had taken place ——

Only.

He was dragged by Su Fu into the doorway, there seemed to be some angry and arguing voices coming from inside, it seemed unclear from far and near, and his attention was still not shifted there—every step he took, he was clearly still an entity human beings, but it seems like an unreal shadow.

The quarrel came from far to near. This artificially built corridor was not very long. It was solid and straight, with electric lights on both walls. If they hadn’t come in from the mine just now, they would never have imagined that the abandoned mine was so deep. There is such a secret place somewhere.

I don't know who roared, the woman screamed, followed by a chaotic sound of heavy objects hitting the ground, and there was a continuous stream of ping-pong-pong. Su Fu tugged on Sherlock's cuff, and he immediately came back to his senses. His gaze turned to Su Fu's cheek, and fell on the bright underground mine.

The scene here is obviously not as amazing as his own sudden experience of invisibility.

At first glance, it was manually excavated later. Judging from the traces of the stone wall and the newness of some utensils, it has existed here for between five and eight years. The cave is so large that it can be used as a production workshop. Above, here is a hidden underground, unknown production workshop.

Rectangular, a row of printing machines is displayed against the wall, almost blocking the entire stone wall, there are still some chemical reagents that are close to drying up in the mixing pool on the side, and a few broken sheets that cannot be removed are pasted on the spread glass panels. Paper pages, and in the corner, besides the disassembled blower, there are also bundles of waste paper-like objects piled up.

Su Fu's expression was obviously much more surprised than Sherlock's. She looked thoughtfully at the scattered engravings on a table, and murmured something in a low voice, like a tired bird dropping a feather on a branch. .

And Sherlock stared at her lips, also showing a thoughtful expression.

She just said - 170th three.

The author has something to say: Yesterday when I was discussing the plot with Shentu Juanjuan, I didn’t know what to talk about, so I started to set the flag blindly. She said, the glass stubble goes together, whoever sends the candy first is the dog, I said, the glass stubble Let's go together, whoever gives the candy first is the dog.

Hahaha for the sake of the readers, you guys must know what the plot of the next chapter is. If this can be a glass stubble, I should have the surname Shentu with Juanjuan.

But don't get too excited... Because there are so many foreshadowings ahead, Sherlock has almost guessed it, and Su didn't deliberately hide it, so even if he knew it, it was only a matter of a few words.

And, Juanjuan and I are probably both Wang today (laughing and crying·jpg)