[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

December 25

Today is Christmas.

If I hadn't been specifically told about this special holiday, I wouldn't have felt the passage of time at all.

And now, I can only use my last consciousness to support myself to write these words. I don't know how long I can survive as a person in this world—after I finally understand their true purpose.

I tried to convince myself to obey, but how ironic, if it is at the cost of losing dignity and humanity, then what is the use of obeying the vocation?

I am so eager to resist and escape, but after trying, the result is only gradually sinking.

Falling into the dark and thorny jungle, the abyss full of evil, and the hypocrisy of human civilization like a mirage—there are not only human beings here, there are more than human beings in this world, and there are many more, just like sinister hearts and ugly desires, that urgently need to be revealed. The truth under the blinding sun.

==

After winter comes, snow comes as scheduled.

Sherlock Holmes walked through the snowy streets of London with his coat collar turned up, and soon returned to Four Maples Street.

The owner of the house opposite him hasn't come back for about a month. She sometimes calls suddenly, but she always hangs up in a hurry before saying a few words, as if she is very busy.

According to her, the Sirius Black case will be retried in spring, and they still need to prepare a lot of materials. Dumbledore is the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, so it is estimated that he will sit in the trial seat, defend and cross-examine. She has to do the work.

Moreover, she also served as the school's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, which she told him very proudly, saying that the students liked her class very much, probably because she was born with the potential to be a gardener.

Sherlock scoffed at this, because he didn't think there was anything proud of being worshiped by a group of teenage 13-year-old brats, and it sounded a little silly, but he certainly wouldn't tell her that, just... let her please .

He opened the door and went in. The room was very deserted because no one lived in it for two days. Recently, he was still investigating the case of McDougal. Charles Cliff and Luna Walter were found, but unfortunately they were already dead. , Sherlock unceremoniously ridiculed the ability of those under McCoff, because those who claimed to be secret agents were tricked by a criminal and missed the best arrest time, so Cliff and Walter both Dead corpses in the wilderness.

I don't know what conditions Mycroft used to make Escus willing to work for him, reset the government's firewall program, and sternly warned Sherlock not to try to invade, otherwise no one can afford the consequences.

However, until that confidential document was retrieved, McCoff would not frown for a day.

The room is always messy when she's not there, but Sherlock doesn't care about it. What he cares more about is that the tube of reagents he put in the refrigerator has a different degree of sublimation under natural temperature than under artificial refrigeration.

But what's even worse is that there is no one to cook.

It's just irritating.

There was thick snow on the window sill outside, and the weather was very cold, but the snow did not stop the messenger from walking.

"Bang Bang Bang-"

As soon as Sherlock entered the kitchen, he heard a strange sound outside the window. He shook off the water stains on his hands and came out. He pushed open the window and let in the owl who was pecking at the windowpane. The owl shook the snow off its body. , Stretched out a paw towards him, beckoning him to quickly untie the package and take it away.

He took down the box and walked away, curled up on the window sill and shouted in protest—at least thank you!

Then Sherlock's lazy voice came from the kitchen: "Pierre, you are making too much noise, go outside."

Juanjuan: "..."

Fuck you Mad, it doesn't want to be frozen into an ice owl sculpture.

Sherlock opened the package two or three times, and inside was a small box and a letter.

He opened the letter first.

Sherlock:

Let's hope the blizzard didn't disorient the owl.

According to your request, I searched for the enrollment records of the past few decades, but I couldn't find Su's name. I think she either changed her name, or someone deliberately concealed her information—she has always been very mysterious.

But I was looking in the trophy room for a house Quidditch cup that I had played for many years, and it said "Sue Lighthett the Batter", who was probably somehow related to Sue Frank, or just a coincidence, The exact year of the Quidditch Cup is... so early that I have no clue.

Sue will not know my actions.

And, wish you a Merry Christmas in advance or later, with Christmas gifts.

Also, the gift was the Sindra leaves that Hagrid picked from the forest the day before yesterday, which could be dried and made into tea.

Sirius

She randomly stuffed the Syndra leaves in the refrigerator, but he looked at the letter for a long time, especially the time and year in the penultimate line.

Afterwards, the letter paper was also burned by him and destroyed.

The only tidy place in the living room was the table above the fireplace, and he placed the old harmonica that no one wanted at all next to Mr. Skeleton. He tried to restore it, but he didn't know that it had experienced What, it's broken to a point where there is no cure, and he has to give up in vain.

Tomorrow is Christmas.

But his Christmas presents are still running wildly all over the world, and there is no sign of them at all. Seeing the situation, she plans to spend Christmas with work.

Mycroft called yesterday to ask him to go home with his parents because he still has work to do.

Christmas is so boring every year, I thought it would be different this year, but the result is still... Well, it's not that disappointing, it's just a holiday, every year, every year is so boring, there is no need to complain What.

He settled the dinner casually, did his own thing for a while, put the Syndra leaves in the dryer as Sirius said, took a few pieces and threw them into the cup, and then the thumb-sized leaves were like Swimming around in the cup like a little goldfish until the water in the cup turned a light purple.

At this time, the quartz clock on the wall beeped for a long time.

At twelve midnight, Christmas comes.

==

It was still snowing the next day.

A figure in black walked quickly across the snow-covered long street.

He was wrapped up tightly, with a hood on his head, his hands neatly inserted into his pockets, and his steps were faster than ordinary pedestrians, as if there was something urgent that could not be delayed.

But he suddenly stopped in front of a window.

There are twinkling lights and Christmas hats hanging in the shop windows, and a tall Christmas tree is erected on the wall, decorated with many beautiful little things.

"Sir, do you need to buy something?" the clerk asked kindly.

"I'm just waiting for someone," he said.

The clerk was stunned.

It turned out to be a very pleasant female voice, the voice was low and a little hoarse, but it was like layers of undulating tides, reminiscent of beautiful starlight and middle-tone string music.

"You can come in and sit down..."

"No, thanks."

A snowy breeze whizzed by and nearly lifted her hood, but at the last moment it slipped, she reached up and pinched the brim.

His fingers were pale and bloodless, even refracted by the snow light as if they were transparent.

She lowered her hands gently, but a strand of hair fell from the brim of her hat - a rare silver color, like snowflakes.

A tall and thin man also wearing a black windbreaker walked up the street. His steps were also frighteningly fast, but when he passed the shop window, he suddenly stopped.

"Excuse me—huh?" The clerk looked around, "Sir, did you see that lady standing here just now? She was also wearing black..."

"There was no one here before I came," he said, "and, please, wrap that hat up for me."

……

Sherlock walked back with a paper bag until he got to the door of the apartment unit, and then looked back, with slight doubts in his eyes.

Wherever he looked, there was a vast expanse of whiteness, and occasionally withered yellow leaves were blown off by the north wind, leaving no trace of them.

He went upstairs.

A shadow in black appeared quietly there, and after a while, she took out her mobile phone and called: "Your game is over, when will you give me the file?"

……

"Ding dong—— ding dong..."

The doorbell rang several times in succession, and Sherlock got up impatiently from the sofa, and opened the door without looking at it——then a pair of cold, temperatureless hands covered his ears with a thunderous gesture... Tucked into the collar of his shirt.

He was instantly shuddered by the ice, and pulled out the man's claws, annoyed: "Su! I'm not a stove—"

"I came back specially to spend Christmas with you," Su Fu shook his hands that were numb from the cold, and said with a smile, "Isn't it a surprise!"

Sherlock ignored her, but moved aside to open the door, motioning for her to roll in.

The temperature in the room is not high, but it is much warmer than outside. Su Fu took off his coat and complained to him: "I really don't know why the Big Four choose the school site in the north. It's so cold that it explodes in winter. I can't wait any longer."

"Then why don't you come back?" He stood in front of the counter and glanced at her. "How much messy work do you have to do?"

"I don't know." Su Fu shrugged, "But...it's okay even if I'm busy, the school is like my home."

Sherlock came over and stuffed a cup into her hand, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Then you can only endure the cold."

Su Fu felt that what he said was quite polite, because the translation of this sentence is - you deserve it fucking.

The cup was filled with hot water, and the curling hot mist rose from it and then dissipated in the cold air. Her palm quickly returned to temperature, and she said after a while: "Just teach this semester, and let Dumbledore revisit the next semester." Find someone."

"Okay, ok, today is Christmas, how tall do you like the Christmas tree?" She pulled out her wand as she spoke, pointed to the clothes rack in the corner and gestured twice, feeling the same, and turned the clothes rack into a green tree. pine trees.

Sherlock: "..."