[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

It's autumn now, and the temperature outside is obviously not high, but he is actually only wearing a thin shirt, and his hair is messed up. He looks very inappropriate, as if he came here in a hurry.

"Excuse me, my dad—" His face was extremely pale, his lips trembled, his breath was unsteady, and he spoke incoherently, "I...what's going on? I'm sorry I'm late, I didn't catch you while I was sleeping The phone call before, it was too late to work overtime—what happened? What about Anna... Didn't she notice anything at all..."

Accompanied by police detectives, he went upstairs to see the scene of the crime. There was a mournful cry for a while, and it took a long time for his crying to subside.

Su Fu and Sherlock came down from upstairs, and the maid named Anna stood hesitantly at the top of the stairs, looking upstairs from time to time, seeing them coming down, she immediately looked away, turned and left in a hurry.

Su Fu joked in a low voice: "Do we look like Godzilla?"

Sherlock twitched his eyebrows, and suddenly lowered his head and said something in Su Fu's ear, Su Fu said in surprise, "Really?"

"Do as I say," Sherlock pulled her to the entrance of the corridor of the conference living room, "you will get the answer you want."

Su Fu pursed his lips and smiled at him, and walked towards the depths of the corridor. After two steps, his figure gradually became transparent and disappeared. .

At this time, Mark Morrison went downstairs accompanied by Inspector Lestrade. His face still had the traces of crying just now, his nostrils fluttered, and he was still sobbing.

"I hope you haven't told Vivienne the bad news," Mark Morrison said hoarsely, "she will definitely not be able to bear it, she is only 14 years old..."

Sergeant Donovan explained: "Relax, we are only notifying the adult family members."

"That's good……"

Mark Morrison sat on the sofa tiredly. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, and suddenly realized that he shouted: "Anna, you are really getting more and more incompetent, and you forgot to give Mr. Detective and Mr. Tea, ladies?"

The maid rushed over upon hearing the sound and packed the teacups in a hurry. Lestrade stopped her with a loud voice. The maid was at a loss and looked at Mark Morrison for help. He waved her away to let her go.

"Please don't be surprised. She has been working at home for a long time. Although she is clumsy, my father is more used to her care..." He had a sad look on his face, "My poor father——"

Sherlock stared at him coldly, and suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "Sherlock Holmes, your father's former business partner, Mr. Morrison's sudden passing away is really sad, after all, his career was in full swing—"

"Huh—what are you talking about?" Mark Morrison looked confused, "My father has retired due to health reasons, and now the family's company is hired to take care of it..."

"Yes, of course, but your father was a very respectable entrepreneur and gave a lecture at the University of Sheffield last year—"

"No, no, you must remember wrongly. My father has never given a speech in any university. He stayed in the nursing home for the whole last year and was taken care of by my mother..."

"Well," Sherlock nodded, "I hear Mr. Morrison Jr. is a - stockbroker?"

"Yes." Although Mark felt that the topic was inexplicable, he replied out of politeness, "On the Downing Stock Exchange."

"This is really an enviable career. You must make a steady profit for a long time. What is the name of the stock you represent? Lincoln Company? I still pay attention to it-"

Mark Morrison already seemed a little impatient, he waved his hand carelessly and said, "You don't know much at first sight, stock trading is always very risky, how can you make long-term stable profits without losing money, just take my agent Nora For Lyle, the recent momentum has not been very good."

Inspector Lestrade quickly interjected: "Little Mr. Morrison, can you give us some clues about the stolen items?"

Mark Morrison turned his head, and there was a sneer in his eyes, and he said slowly: "I'm afraid not, no one in my family has seen my father's collection, so I don't know what is in the safe. What, of course I don’t know, what’s missing—you can check with my mother about this.”

"So—then when Mrs. Morrison comes back, please inform her to come to Scotland Yard," Lestrade said. "Also, does your family know about your father's long-term drug use?"

"What?" Mark Morrison was obviously surprised and almost blurted out, "Impossible, my father is not addicted to drugs, you must have made a mistake—"

Sherlock laughed suddenly, at this time Su Fu came in from the door and walked to him as if nothing had happened: "Can I sit down?"

Sergeant Donovan asked in surprise, "When did you go out?"

"Of course—sit down, please."

Su Fu sat down as he said, and said with a smile: "Just now, Mr. Morrison's house is very beautiful, I went for a walk in the garden behind—"

She said and looked at Mark Morrison: "You don't mind?"

"Ah...Of course." Mark Morrison sat up straight and forced a smile, "Thank you for your compliment. My mother would be very happy if she was here. She has always attached great importance to the garden in the backyard——Anna, today Have you watered the hibiscus and bougainvillea?"

The maid hurriedly responded, and immediately took the watering can from the bathroom and went out. Sherlock stood up and said condescendingly to Inspector Lestrade: "Mr. Morrison's body needs further examination, please. It will be sent to Butts Hospital later."

Mark Morrison protested when he heard this: "What else is there to test? You can't dissect my father's autopsy—"

Sherlock ignored him completely, gathered the collar of his coat and walked out.

Su Fu casually said "Don't worry, it won't happen", and followed him out.

==

Sherlock took a big step, and Su Fu had to trot to keep up with him, so he had to stop and wait, Su Fu asked, "Are we going to Butts Hospital?"

"Well... your hair is open."

"Oh," Su Fu raised his hands and tied his hair back up again, "Speaking of which, has the case just now been settled?"

"Clumsy trick—" Sherlock said indifferently, waved a taxi, and headed for Butts Hospital.

……

The car stopped at the intersection not far from the hospital. After Su Fu got out of the car, she stopped suddenly without taking two steps. A group of people waiting for the traffic light passed by her. After a few seconds, the traffic light changed. People had already passed across the road, but she suddenly turned her head if she felt something, trying to find a figure in the crowd.

Sherlock reached out and pulled her over... A red car rolled over where she was standing just now, and the sound of its horn echoed endlessly.

"I don't want to go back at night and see in the newspaper that you were killed by a car in front of the hospital."

Su Fu ignored his sarcasm, but frowned and said, "Just now I seemed to see someone..."

In fact, she sensed the strange energy fluctuations in that person, but she couldn't explain it clearly for a while, so she could only use the word "see" to sum it up in one word.

"No matter who you see," Sherlock carried her across the road, "it's not worth your life to remember and follow him."

His tone was still mocking, Su Fu looked in all directions for a while, and after confirming that the man had disappeared, he shook his head in disappointment.

"I told you last time," she said, "the woman who followed me on my way back to Hebein and saved me again."

"Didn't you say that you didn't see her clearly?"

Su Fu pursed his lips and said, "I can... feel her, she is not an ordinary person."

"The last time you made a special trip to London was just to go to the hospital—" Sherlock suddenly stopped talking, and he didn't continue until Su Fu looked up at him in doubt, with a slow tone, "How is your shoulder? "

Su Fu's attention was still on the mysterious woman who suddenly appeared and disappeared just now, so he casually agreed, "Good morning - the therapists in the hospital don't put on good looks."

So he didn't notice Sherlock staring at her with unclear eyes and uncomfortable expression.

"The body must have not been delivered yet, we came too early..." She muttered, walked into the hospital, and went to Dr. Lance's laboratory familiarly, but stopped at the door, Xia Xing Locke asked behind her, "What's wrong?"

"I haven't seen Jasmine for a long time..." She sighed inexplicably, glanced at Sherlock again from the corner of her eye, and the eyeballs slowly shifted to the corner of her eye and then quickly closed, like rolling on a mirror. glass beads.

"At least two months."

As he spoke, he knocked on the door. Su Fu poked his head quietly behind him for a glance, but it turned out that it was not Jasmine who opened the door, but Dr. Lance himself.

"Hey, good afternoon, Doctor, where's Jasmine?"

Dr. Lance smiled and said, "She went to the United States to attend an academic seminar, and she just left not long ago."

Su Fu glanced at Sherlock again, and suddenly felt as if he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Scotland Yard will send a new corpse," Sherlock said, "I want to use your laboratory to test the drug concentration in the blood of the deceased."

The author has something to say: Today is my birthday, but I tried to add updates to no avail, because I was too fucking busy to be a ghost, and the daily update of 20 will kill me, so let’s send a wave of red envelopes, [-] random , Happy birthday to me, I wish you all the same as me, eighteen years old.