[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Dr. Lance has always been a very low-key person.

But those who are familiar with him know that his ability will never be as low-key as his personality.

Sherlock has a deep understanding of this point. Because of his speech on polymer materials in college, he raised several questions about his academic research after the meeting, but his views were refuted by the doctor one by one. They got acquainted with this, and then they often discussed professional issues together and gradually became acquainted. Dr. Lance left Cambridge University and returned to Barts Hospital before Sherlock graduated. Therefore, Sherlock often borrowed his laboratory for cases.

But he never talked about his past, and he didn't seem to have any relatives and friends. Sherlock stayed in the laboratory all day for a while, and never saw him contact anyone. He also lived alone and had social relations. It was simply simpler than Su.

Walking all the way back, his thoughts never stopped, until he entered the house and saw Mycroft sitting on the sofa.

"Entering the private sphere without permission, Mycroft, you are really forgetting your upbringing more and more, your mother must be very disappointed with you—"

"She's even more disappointed that you didn't come home for Christmas," Mycroft said in the same calm tone, "but it seems that someone will accompany you for Christmas."

His eyes fell on the tall Christmas tree in the corner, which was originally a clothes rack.

Sherlock also looked at the Christmas tree, his eyes suddenly became sharper, and then quickly swept across the messy living room - the tea table was piled up with messy books and paper pages, with a cake plate and a place in the middle. There was an ashtray with a lighter, the pillows on the sofa were tilted here and there, and one was still thrown on the lampshade in the corner... The exaggerated wizard hat was placed on the window sill with its head drooping, bathed in the pale white dawn light.

He suddenly stepped into the kitchen in two steps, opened the refrigerator and took a look in, Mycroft was very puzzled by his sudden action: "I can understand that you are looking for food after running around all night and getting hungry?"

"Fuck your food—" Sherlock came out of the kitchen, frowning, and said with a cold expression, "Su is gone."

"What?" Mycroft didn't understand what he meant for a while, "She wasn't there when I came, I've been here for two hours..."

"If she was going to leave by herself, she would definitely tidy up here - you don't know how serious her obsessive-compulsive disorder is, she won't let a messy room go away by herself, and she won't leave a refrigerator full of raw ingredients Well, Christmas is over and she won't have the Christmas tree—"

As he spoke, he looked towards the direction of the window sill, and the dawn outside the window became brighter again.

— and she won’t leave without texting me.Not to mention throwing the hat I gave her on the window sill casually and ignoring it.

"Then what if...you suddenly left for something urgent?"

"Of course this possibility cannot be ruled out—but it needs to be verified." Sherlock rushed out of the door, strode to the door opposite his house, took out another key to open it, walked in and shouted: "Hoffman! Work done!"

The owl sleeping on the spider plant shelf, Jujuan, heard his voice and squeezed into the dense spider plant bushes. Sherlock grabbed it off, picked up the ballpoint pen on the table and wrote a short message in a minute. Tie it to its leg, and threatened: "Send it to Dumbledore as quickly as you can. If you dare to be lazy, I swear I will pluck your hair and do the experiment!"

With a horrified scream, Juan immediately broke free from his hand and flew away from the small window of the bathroom with fluttering wings.

Mycroft, who came over and stood at the door, frowned imperceptibly: "You seem to be very familiar with the 'people over there'?"

"Don't use stupid pronouns Mycroft," Sherlock put the pen back, "accept them as they exist—"

Mycroft smiled briefly: "Su's influence on you is really not small."

"Tell me, what is worth rushing over late at night to wait for me for two hours?"

"I tried your phone, but it's been busy."

Sherlock was supposed to be on the phone with Jasmine at that time.

"OK——" Mycroft continued, "Do you still remember the confidential document stolen by McDougal?"

Sherlock looked at him like a fool and said, "You have been talking about this matter recently."

"It's stored on a special storage disk -- only the government's most secret files will use this kind of storage disk. They have their own password lock program. If someone tries to crack it, we will detect it and lock it. The location of the storage disk..."

He stopped here, as if waiting for Sherlock to answer, but Sherlock didn't buy it, so he had to continue: "Someone tried to decipher once during the day, but this thief is very skilled. During the cracking process, we discovered the positioning program installed on the storage disk, and immediately blocked it, so our technical department only detected that he was in London, but could not pinpoint his exact location."

"Are you trying to tell me how stupid your technicians are?"

"I wanted you to find him—he's in London."

"If you want to find it yourself," Sherlock stood up, looking at the gradually brightening but still faint daylight outside the window and murmured, "There are so many things and people lost recently..."

==

Su Fu had been held hostage in the dark like a helpless blind man for two hours.

After they "stunned" her, she was still worried. They even took away her mobile phone, put a black hood on her and stuffed her into the car to watch. So she could only test her endurance all the way without moving. Use the senses to identify where you have been taken.

It was a flat road at first, but after half an hour it started to bump, it seemed to be a section of gravel road, then passed a stream, passed through a forest, and finally arrived at the destination. They took her out of the car and threw her into the A damp and cold room.

The sound of heavy iron chains closing echoed in the cold air. Su Fu lay face down, and heard someone's hesitant footsteps passing by her ears. When the voices of people outside were far away, she I felt a pair of slender and weak hands pull her up against the wall with great effort, and then untied her headgear.

The sky is already bright.

The sudden light pierced her eyes for a while, and when she got used to the light and wiped away the physical tears welling from her eyes, the person who pulled her up just now had already walked away.

Su Fu saw her slender and slender back standing at the window.

She seemed to be watching the direction of people leaving, and felt Su Fu's eyes on her back, and turned her head, "This is an abandoned unfinished building outside London."

Concise and concise, but the voice is hoarse and weak.

"you--"

Su Fu's words froze as if she hadn't spoken yet—she saw a pair of strange golden eyes, which were indescribably beautiful and mysterious, reminiscent of the never-falling bright stars above the night.

It was a very tall young woman, with long black hair tied in a messy bun at the back of her head, the broken hair on her sideburns was stained with sand and dried sweat, her clothes were filthy, and her face was frighteningly pale, but none of these things hindered her. , her delicate and beautiful face is amazing.

"Who are you?" Su Fu finished what he had just said.

"Freya."

She said and sat on the ground against the wall, seemingly exhausted.

"OK——Miss Freya, can you tell me, do you know who are the people outside, or who kidnapped you and me here?"

"do not know."

Su Fu shook his head, stood up on the ground and walked around the "cell". The place is about [-] square meters square, and the skin on the brick wall is peeling off badly. Green and fluffy moss has grown in the cracks, and mold has invaded. There is only a little clean white left on the wall, and only a small window is opened on the east-facing wall, and iron railings are installed. The door gap is not small, and the thick iron chain locks wrapped around the outside can be seen through it.

When she walked to the corner, she smelled a strong rust-like bloody smell from the woman named Freya, and she sat there with her legs bent and said nothing, with an indifferent expression on her face.

"You are hurt?"

Freya slowly raised her head and glanced at her, her golden pupils were calm and unmoved: "It's okay."

Su Fu said, "Do you need help?"

"?"

"What I mean is," she sat down opposite her, "would you like to bandage the wound for you? The smell of blood is so strong, I'm afraid you won't live long."

Freya nodded, raised her hand and slowly took off the coat that couldn't see the original color on her body, and then Su Fu found that her shirt had already been soaked and dried up with blood at the back of her shoulders, showing A frightening purple-black-red color.

She unbuttoned her shirt, and a hideous bloody hole on her shoulder came into Su Fu's eyes. It seemed to be a new wound. The flesh was rolled up and the bone was visible, and it spread all the way to the collarbone. A small stream of blood followed her. The movement is still flowing down the waistline to the ground.

"How did you do this..." Su Fu took a breath, "Can you still sit still after this?"

Freya didn't know what to think of, she pinched the edge of the shirt collar with her fingers, and didn't move for a long time.

Su Fu didn't know how to carry bandages with her, so she had to take off her T-shirt and tear it into strips to wrap around her. Since Sherlock detested her bandage-making skills once, she didn't want to wrap them up very well. Quite ugly to be exact.

And even if it was bandaged, it didn't seem to have much effect, and the white cloth strip was soaked again by blood flow after a while.

"We have to go to the hospital." Su Fu said, "Let's go out from here—"

"It's hard." Freya slowly buttoned up her shirt. When the cuffs were rolled up, her white wrist was exposed. On her right hand was an electronic watch, and the strap was too loose, so her wrist had a kind of delicate beauty. .

"How long have you been here—hey, let me help you..." Su Fu went over to help her button up the rest of her shirt, and adjusted her collar.

"Three days."

"Why did they arrest you?"

Freya put on her dirty coat again, her face still expressionless: "I'm beautiful."

Su Fu: "..."