[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Severus calmly analyzed: "She hasn't been this hysterical for many years."

"Yes," Dumbledore said with great interest, "This matter must be very important to her. Unfortunately, I still want to ask her how she is doing and whether she has made any progress."

"She didn't take the initiative to mention it. It must be the same as before. It's not too late to ask next time."

Severus put the glass bottle containing the Reaper's tentacles under the lamp to observe, and the phoenix Fox on the brass shelf next to it called softly a few times.

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Sue flicked out of Hogwarts and immediately apparated back to Baker Street.

She stopped in time and did not appear directly in front of Sherlock, then held his curly head and shook it to see if a bacterial shrimp had invaded inside.

The lights on the second floor of No. 221 were still on.

Su Fu cast an illusion spell on himself first, and then knocked on the doorknob: "Alohomora (Alohomora)!"

The door opened with a soft "click", and Su Fu stepped in. Just as he was about to close the door, he heard a voice from upstairs: "Mrs. Hudson, are you going out so late?"

Su Fu: "..."

Damn you really didn't install electronic radar on your ears!

So she simply left the door open, and walked upstairs quietly step by step... Suddenly there was a sound of "deng teng teng", Su Fu immediately leaned sideways against the wall, and Sherlock's pajama sleeve wiped her face Flick over.

"Ok?"

He opened the door and took a look, then closed the door heavily, causing the whole house to tremble for a moment.

Su Fu also trembled.

Sherlock swept past her again.

Su Fu followed him up to the second floor, where it was at least twice as chaotic as when he came the previous night.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder Sue Chameleon Frank looked at his body in a corner and couldn't wait to go up and clean it up immediately.

Sherlock was sitting on the ground in front of the coffee table, flipping through a hardcover book under his hands, all kinds of papers were floating all over the floor, books and newspapers were spread out, and the center of the dining table was neat and unrestrained. There is a skull.

Depending on the situation, the monster with a blooming head has not yet found a chance to move into the great detective's mental temple.

It's really... gratifying.

Su Fu, who had been running around all night, finally relaxed. She leaned on the wall and carefully sat in the corner, watching Sherlock browse through the books at a speed that is impossible for humans.

The reaper hasn't been wiped out yet, and it may appear at any time to take Sherlock's brain. No matter how smart Sherlock is, he is just an ordinary person in terms of strength.

She leaned back slightly, but accidentally bumped into something and fell to the ground with a "boom".

It's her red umbrella.

Sherlock raised his head slowly, the gray-blue eyeballs in the deep eye sockets, under the hazy yellow light, his gaze was as sharp as a knife, piercing straight into the air, piercing through Su Fu's transparent eyes. on the body.

Su Fu held his breath and remained motionless.

Sherlock stood up supporting the ground, walked to the side of the red umbrella, stared at the empty place in the corner, bent down to pick up the umbrella, and set it up again.

He walked back and sat down, Su Fu's heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Two hours later, it was dawn.

Mrs. Hudson was moving downstairs with loud noises. Su Fu apparated away from where she was. A second after she disappeared, Sherlock's eyes fell on the corner of the wall again. Mrs. Hudson knocked on the door and came in: "Sherlock, I'm going to the supermarket to buy groceries, do you have anything to bring?"

He still stared at the red umbrella: "A cup of black coffee, two pieces of candy."

"Oh Sherlock, I was talking about going to the supermarket..."

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Su Fu took off the wizard's robe and threw it in the washing machine, cleaning up the blood left over from last night.

There were several emails from the newspaper in her e-mail box, and she browsed through them roughly, urging her to end her vacation and go back to work, threatening her with her salary and position.

Ha ha.

She quickly deleted the email, edited the resignation letter and sent it, then ignored it, went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed her clothes and went out again.

She has to figure out a way.

Find a way to get close to Sherlock Holmes, so that not only can she kill the reaper, but also protect the detective's mind from being hacked, it kills two birds with one stone, but the problem is how she can get close to one of the most intelligent people in Britain , and is not suspected by him.

She ran through several ways in her mind like a bullet screen, but she rejected them all. These tricks... Sherlock can see through it at a glance, just like seeing through the excuse that she left her lipstick in a restaurant.

Su Fu returned to the vicinity of Baker Street again.

At this time, Mrs. Hudson had just come out of the supermarket on the opposite street. Su Fu saw her at a glance, raised her eyebrows slowly, and then sideways took out a piece of ginger from the shopping bag of the housewife passing by her, pinched it open and wiped it on the corner of her eye, and immediately felt hot. After two physiological tears came out, she wiped them away cruelly, and the tears flowed down.

Throwing away the ginger, she tore the collar of her shirt askew, pulled her hair loose, turned around and stood at a blind spot in the shadow, pulled out her magic wand to turn a corrugated box into a trolley case, held it in her hand, and walked two steps over to sit down. On the curb next to the bus stop.

At this time Mrs. Hudson was five meters away from her.

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