[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Sherlock said unceremoniously: "But you are about to face a group of little devils, and you need to teach them knowledge patiently."

"I want to say," Su Fu said helplessly, "but for Daniel, seven-year-old Lodia understands his heart better than an adult... When I was digging his memory that day, Saw a lot of other things, first of all I had to say, this guy is a genius, you know he just went to middle school."

"That last sentence was also said by Mycroft."

Su Fu raised his eyebrows, and continued: "He's an orphan—you know, his father was sentenced to a serious crime for drug trafficking and wounding, and he should have died in prison. His mother died to save him, and even the only guardian, grandmother, died. He passed away due to illness when he was ten years old. He could only live in an orphanage - he could only go to the school with the worst environment, and he was often subjected to school violence. This is probably the main reason for his withdrawn personality. As for the first time I saw him, I somehow felt that he was a strange person.

He met Lotia about two years ago—at the back door of the kindergarten she attended before she became ill. Because of an injured pigeon, he often went to talk to her until the little girl was diagnosed with the disease. Leaving Kindergarten with a strange illness, it was too easy for him to find someone, Lotia was recuperating in Bicester, so he came to Bicester... I met him in the bar that day, just because Lottie Ya told him to try brandy, like when I was a kid—”

The story-like narration was forcibly stopped by her, and she deliberately changed the topic of the case: "The victim of Adele's case, Kara Iris, was Lotia's cousin, so Lotia's parents That's why I chose to bring Lodia here to recuperate—"

"I know that." Sherlock stared at a white gull passing through the sea, his eyes fluctuated, and no one could see what he was thinking.

"Then you must also know that Charles Cliff came to Bicester to find Eskes, and because Kara Iris accidentally saw his text message, he threatened Iris but failed, and together with Fernanda Oates killed her, this incident angered Esikes, they had a big fight, Cliff didn't dare to provoke Eskes, so he had no choice but to go to Hebein overnight to find someone to mediate..."

Speaking of which, Su Fu folded her fingers on the table and touched her chin—this is a movement that Sherlock often does. She raised her head slightly, looked at the circle of small colored lights on the ceiling and said: "He said about this matter." My memory stops here, let me guess the result - after Cliff went to Hebein just in time for you to investigate this case, so they moved the things in the mine overnight, in order to make it realistic, they Didn't even tell Luna Walter, who was the pick-up person, that's why we followed Walter and his party to find the mine, is that right?"

"Reassuringly," said Sherlock, "there is still one of you wizards with a brain."

Su Fu: "..."

Probably because he was used to his sarcastic style of speaking, Su Fu just ignored it, recalling what he said just now, he couldn't help being surprised and said: "Macrof came to arrest Esikes himself?"

"He thinks he needs to talk to Mr. Eskes."

As for what Sherlock was talking about, he didn't say clearly. Su Fu could probably guess that it might be related to some government secrets.

He suddenly said: "I want to know, what conditions did you use in exchange for Esikes' memory?"

Su Fu stretched out his folded fingers, not surprised at all but still asked: "How do you know that I will exchange it instead of taking it directly?"

Sherlock continued to ask: "Is it related to Lodia?"

"Yes—" Su Fu had no choice but to give up his own question to answer his, "I told him that I would try my best to help Lodia survive."

The answer was so, but he just smiled inexplicably.

"So I have one more job to do next," Su Fu spread his hands, "Go find a suitable therapist to help Lodia see her illness, or try to use some potion or something, I hope it will have some effect."

"Actually, Sirius didn't tell me that you are a Slytherin. He just explained to me the origin of the four houses of Hogwarts."

Su Fu was stunned, he didn't catch up with his thoughts for a while, and said after a while: "...then—"

"Although it is absurd to classify schools according to personality—" he seemed a little irritable when he said this, but he regained his composure in an instant, saying nothing. "Wizards exist in this world...well," he said Dropped the word I originally wanted to say, "It's not a big deal-but compared to the brave but impulsive Gryffindor, the ordinary Hufflepuff who does nothing, and the wisdom-seeking but rigid Ravenclaw, rational and Cautious, ambitious Slytherin would obviously be more suitable, your Sorting Hat has some discernment."

Su Fu laughed with a "chi" and said, "The old guy won't be happy to hear you say that."

"As for whether it's accurate..." She lowered her head and brushed her broken hair, "Actually, it's almost the same. When I was in school, I did pursue some - special things, and I was obsessed with them. Later, I made quite a lot of achievements, otherwise I would definitely go to work in the government.

Now I'm just a salty fish-in general, I don't have any pursuits and ambitions, and I'm just passing by, so boring that the headmaster wondered if I had a social disorder, and tried every means to drive me from the secluded Godric's Hollow to the bustling London , he always wants me to forget about those things in the past, but my idea is exactly the opposite of his—"

"I tried to persuade you to forget about Amaranta," Shylock said, "In my opinion, remembering a dead person is not a good thing."

"Of course, I agree with you, but it's hard to do. Do you know why I insisted on telling you the story of Eskes just now?" She turned her eyes away from Sherlock, "because he and I His experiences are too similar - his father who died early, his mother, my mother... all died for us, but he has a grandmother, and I can only go to the orphanage."

Sherlock seemed to remember something, he frowned, then wiped his forehead with his fingers, and said, "I've never heard you mention it, your father."

"He is an ordinary person. My wizard blood is inherited from my mother, so I am a mixed blood-as for my father, he went to sea to do business when I was two years old, and never came back." She said so calmly, It's like telling an irrelevant story, "I tried to find him when I was an adult, and even worked in marine insurance for a while, just to find out about him-yes, just like you think, because Only in this way can I be very familiar with maritime merchants, otherwise, after so many years, how can I still remember the maritime trade terms clearly? But the result... As you can imagine, I didn't even find any information related to his name, he probably Already buried in the sea.”

As for shipping terminology... that's something I learned in my previous life.

She said this to herself in her heart.

"And my mother, did you find her name in the old house register on Four Maple Street—"

"Wingwei Leichter?"

Su Fu nodded, and when her mother was mentioned, her expression became a little complicated.

But Sherlock caught the problem in an instant: "—she was a wizard, and she died in a fire?"

"She's not," Su Fu sighed helplessly, "she's a Squib—that is, someone who was born into a wizard family but has no magical ability, which will be disgusted by everyone—just like Wen Gewei, who escaped from magic and her family. She came to England from Germany and married an ordinary person, and she probably thought that she could live like an ordinary person in this way... But she didn't expect that her daughter is a wizard."

She let out a long sigh, "So you see, her husband's disappearance was already a big blow to her, but since I started to show my magical talent when I was three or four years old, she has become gloomy and surly, often attacking me like a madman." Yelling and smashing things, we couldn't get by and had to sell the four Maple Street house and move to the country - but the night before the move, there was a fire and she saved me from...  buried in the sea of ​​fire."

Sherlock opened his mouth, but in the end he just frowned and said, "...Sorry."

"It's okay, she didn't even leave any bones and dregs behind, and she didn't treat me well when she was alive." Su Fu winked at him deliberately, "I have nothing to feel guilty about."

But Sherlock saw that the edges of her fingers holding the wine glass were slightly white, obviously due to excessive force.

It took some effort for him to take the wine glass out of her hand and push it aside.

At this time, the girl playing the accordion on the small high platform changed to a more deep and gentle piece, and playing it with an instrument with a strong sense of rhythm like the accordion didn't seem to violate harmony.

Su Fu stared at the dancing fingers on the accordion for a long time, as if the white fingers passing through the light turned into dancing and whistling flames, until his vision was blurred into a mist that was about to lose light, until Sherlock's slightly disgusted voice through her ears—

"Your early Christmas present is useless and doesn't qualify as a present..."

She rubbed her dry eyes and said with a smile, "Who asked you to dismantle it at this time?"

He crumpled up the wrapping paper and threw it away, holding an... old accent harmonica between his slender fingers.

"It's completely broken."

"It's not for you to play it," Su Fu said, looking at the dark green sound hole grid of the old harmonica, "I promise to tell you a story-if what I just said is just the background of the story, then the official beginning of this story , is the harmonica in your hand."

"You don't have to give such...precious things as gifts."

Su Fu imitated his tone and said: "You don't have to pretend you don't dislike this 'precious' thing, I can tell it at a glance."

He laughed suddenly, put the harmonica into the box, and stuffed the box back into his pocket.Ask her: "What do you think about musical instruments?"

"I don't have any opinion," Su Fu shrugged, "None of them will come."

"Oh," he agreed inexplicably, stood up suddenly, jumped onto the small platform in two steps, and leaned forward slightly—a very gentlemanly gesture, he whispered to the girl holding the accordion, "Miss, can you lend me your accordion to use?"

The girl giggled and handed the piano to him, then got off the table and leaned against the bar.

Sherlock sat in her original position, but turned the chair around. He blinked at Su Fu who was not far from the stage, and then his slender fingers landed on the black and white keys of the accordion.

His fingers jumped into dazzling shadows, interspersed with the dark golden light refracted through the patterned glass in the afternoon. It was a melodious and cheerful piece of music, which reminded Su Fu of London in her dreams— ——The old neighborhood, the fiery red maple trees, Wen Gewei's old tape recorder that always made a "sizzling" sound, the photo frames of black and white photos on the wall...or the red under the cover of the skirts flying and the wide brim of the hat on the street lips, the crisp ringing of the tram, and the black windbreaker at the street corner.

She leaned back and leaned leisurely on the back of the chair, her eyes filled with the afternoon sunlight, which also reflected the figure of Sherlock playing the piano.

When he finished playing, the few customers in the bar started to applaud, and Su Fu clapped especially loudly. When Sherlock got off the stage, she asked with a smile, "Can you still play the accordion?"

After thinking for a while, he said, "It's no big deal, you know everything."

The corners of Sherlock's lips twitched. Just as he was about to say something, he heard her say thoughtfully, "Since you don't like that harmonica as a Christmas present, let's change it..."

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. She obviously couldn't help but want to laugh, but she insisted on pretending to be serious: "—How about giving me to be your girlfriend?"

Sherlock also slightly turned his eyeballs to look at her, and also suppressed a smile and said, "Well, it's barely acceptable—"

"If you remove the word 'barely'," Su Fu interrupted him, "I will accept your answer."

"Then—remove it."

At this moment, Adele just pushed the door open and came in. She complained loudly that Sherlock and Su Fu couldn't get through on their mobile phones, so she had to make a special trip here. He became grinning again and said, "I told you that you were together..."

(Boat to the sea - end)

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