[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Su Fu: "..."

How the hell are you going to answer this.

However, before Su Fu could figure out the answer to the above question, Freya had already followed up on what she had just said: "A beautiful woman has many uses."

There is nothing wrong with this... Su Fu frowned. Could it be that her judgment was wrong at the beginning? The people outside the door were not the same as the snipers last time, and they shot at her because of the case that Sherlock was investigating. But just a simple human trafficker who abducted and trafficked women?

But it was so simple, if they were all human traffickers, then she was really unlucky enough to run in vain—oh, it wasn't in vain, didn't she meet a beautiful woman who was injured.

"So, how are you going to get me out?"

Su Fu: "...I came to rescue you, why didn't I know?"

Freya stared at her with golden eyes and said, "Hospital."

"Okay, okay, I can't just ignore death." Su Fu smiled helplessly, then turned his head to look at the chain between the door.

It was really easy to take her out, but she didn't really want to give someone an oblivion spell after she was done, so she had to do it herself.

She stood there for a while, then suddenly took Freya's hand and said, "Show me the time..."

As he spoke, he looked down at the screen of the electronic watch on Freya’s wrist—but what was displayed on it was not the current moment, but the stopwatch timing interface. The flashing numbers were so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly, but it recorded the elapsed time And go time.

A slender finger stretched out and lightly pressed the button on the side of the dial, and the watch screen immediately turned into a number glowing with fluorescent green light - "07:02:46".

If it was normal, it should be too early, but at this moment in a state of being shackled, no one would care about it.

"They bring food and water in at twelve o'clock every day."

"Twelve o'clock...that's too late." Su Fu said and tied the hem of her coat into a knot to prevent the cold wind from blowing in. She walked to the door and couldn't see the guards through the crack of the door. They were probably He felt that the two helpless women - one of whom was seriously injured, could not escape from such a fairly tight cell anyway.

Su Fu took a slender hairpin from his hair, easily stretched his arm through the crack of the door, and began to use the hairpin to pick the lock.

Sherlock is not only familiar with the lockpicking skill, in fact, for a period of time, she has mastered the life skills that people at the bottom of the society will have, especially at that time when the Great Depression happened, and the financial turmoil from the United States made even London While wandering on the street, she also felt the profound power.

It took Su Fu about 3 minutes to open the big lock, and Freya stood behind her and watched. When the door opened silently, her eyes were very close to her. His eyebrows finally moved.

"Let's go?" Su Fu silently lip-synced to her.

She followed immediately.

Only then did Su Fu understand the general structure of the place where they were.

This seems to be an unfinished building project. As Freya said at the beginning, it is an unfinished building with a large area. They are probably on the third floor, the only room in the corner. A house with complete walls on all four sides, and they walked through what we might call a corridor. Because there are no windows in the double-sided building, there is a whistling wind from the front, back, left, and right, and a little bit of cold snowflakes drift in from time to time.

Sure enough, it was snowing again.

They walked a little slowly because of Freya, but even though she was seriously injured, her footsteps were still softer than Su Fu's, as if she had been used to walking like this all year round, her steps were not small, and they were calm and regular, but they landed silently.

Halfway through the walk, she suddenly pulled Su Fu and hid behind the wall pillar next to her sideways.

Two or three young men walked over from the place they had just walked, talking in their mouths, Su Fu didn't pay attention for a while, but turned around and whispered to Freya: "You can't let them pass by!" found we escaped—"

Freya nodded, then went out and whistled to the backs of those people.

Su Fu: "..."

This buddy will do it if he disagrees, can't we discuss it first?

But now there is no room for negotiation, she stepped forward in two steps, and when she brushed past one of them, she flicked a stun spell with her sleeve, and the other one rushed over in the same way, while the other one she only heard a burst of noise behind her. There was a messy noise, and when she turned around to solve it, there was already a "sough" sound of friction on the ground, and she saw Freya struggling to drag the limp unconscious man behind the wall on one side.

She squinted her eyes and stood still.

After finishing a series of movements, Freya leaned on the wall and panted heavily. The sweat from her forehead washed away the dirt on her cheeks into deep ditches. She grabbed the gaps in the wall with her fingers and tried to stand up. Because of the loss of strength, he grabbed the gray wall with his hands and fell to the ground.

Su Fu went over to help her up, and then dragged the remaining two people into the corner.

She changed the angle to see if the people she was hiding would be noticed by passers-by. After a few glances, she went over and dragged them to the other side. During the moment of silence, only the awe-inspiring wind outside and Frey remained in the air. Ya's faint, exhausted breathing.

"Let's go."

This time I walked all the way again, but I didn't meet a single person.

When they walked out of this building, it seemed that there was only a snowstorm in the sky, and all the people who hijacked them had disappeared.

Su Fu always felt that something was wrong.

Fortunately, there is a sparse grove next to the building. Even if all the leaves have fallen, it is better than the empty wilderness.

"Can you still walk?" Su Fu asked.

The severely injured person's lips were already purple due to the cold temperature and excessive blood loss, and even her sanity seemed to be a little unclear. She leaned against the tree trunk, grasped the corner of Su Fu's clothes with mottled and scarred fingers, and said intermittently : "Take... take me to the hospital!"

As she said that, she coughed violently, sucked in the snow flakes full of mouth, and coughed up a little blood flakes, which fell very conspicuously on the snow.

"Don't move here," Su Fu put his other hand into his pocket to hold the wand, "I'll try to get the car that brought me here."

She broke away from Freya's fingers and walked away quickly, but Freya was still leaning on the spot, heavy snow fell on her shoulders and hair, and she looked like a statue in the snow from a distance.

==

At 27:[-]:[-] this morning, Sherlock received an inexplicable text message.

The sender is an unfamiliar number, and the content is also very confusing, a mess of letters and punctuation marks. He called all the knowledge about password deciphering in his mind in an instant to distinguish the content of this text message, but finally got Turns out, it doesn't make any sense at all.

Subconsciously, he thought that it might be some boring person's prank, but he still didn't turn off the text message interface.

Frowning, he picked up his phone and went out.

He specifically went to the mobile phone business hall to check the owner information of this number - a strange and ordinary person, his identity information is useless, Sherlock took the transaction receipt and looked at it for a long time, and in the end it was Call Mycroft and ask him to help with satellite positioning.

The positioning results came out quickly, showing a certain place outside London. After accurate analysis, it seemed to be an unfinished project that had been abandoned for many years. The government's recent economic reform project happened to renovate this area.

Mycroft couldn't understand his recent actions more and more, he said on the phone: "What are you doing again, it's best not to cause me any trouble—"

Sherlock hung up the phone quickly.

In a snowy day, no taxi would be willing to go out of the city that far, so he had no choice but to rent a car from a car rental company. When he arrived at the unfinished building two hours later, the wind and snow became more and more violent, almost killing his whole body. Overturned and gone.

And when he walked into the building cautiously—the sight of this place was the only one he had ever seen in his life.

If it is bloody and ferocious, that's all. He has handled many cases of mutilating corpses, and he has seen more bloody scenes. It's just the appearance of these corpses that have died on the ground... He really doesn't know. Know what the hell it is.

There are four "human beings" lying on the ground -- or they can't be called human beings at all. They have human bodies, but their mouths or heads are split open, and their fangs and sticky tentacles are limp at the moment. In the pool of blood, one eyeball was staring round, as if he couldn't understand why he was out of the eye socket like this.

Sherlock took a deep breath, and the disgusting smell of blood mixed with the cold wind and snow was sucked into his lung cavity. He took a few steps back, bypassing the corpses of those weird alien creatures, and walked to the wall.

There are also a few corpses lying here, and the blood is filled with a gurgling stream, but he can recognize them at a glance, they are the corpses of normal humans, even though they have become flesh and blood, with stumped limbs and broken arms... so - it seems familiar!

His memory was tumbling like the wind and snow outside, and it was also like boiling water. The turbulent waterfall and waves rushing down from the gap in the cliff swept a storm of thinking.

The red umbrella floating like petals on the background of the rainy night...the dismemberment case with many doubts but no reasonable truth...the witch in his life suddenly appeared...and that day on the streets of Yila Town, Su Ting The name spoken to him after the lips pondered—

reaper.

That's right.

So the text message just now should have been sent by Su—but why didn't she use her own mobile phone?Why not just type out a bunch of gibberish letters instead of explaining who you are and what you're going through?

So these monsters should also be killed by her - but since she had already killed them, why did she leave without making a sound?At [-]:[-]—what happened to her?

He couldn't come up with an answer just based on the messy corpses at the scene. The scene in front of him was projected into his pupils with great impact, and turned into a small spot like a needle point in the depths of his eyes, and then scattered into light. Or shadows or electric numbness and soreness instantly traveled all over the nerves of the limbs, all conveying a message to him——

She may be in danger.

The author has something to say: Ladies and sisters, mobilize your memory, go back a little bit, we have started to reverse the case, and we are going to connect to the [Code of Life] part.

By the way, please accept my pre-received article, the name is tentatively named "Fanxian", and it is also the main character of Xia Tongren, and the heroine Laura is... cute... um.This time there will be no fantasy elements, purely realistic orientation.

One-sentence introduction: This detective, your girlfriend is in jail again.

In short, Laura is a second-year student and has a snake spirit. She always wants to make things happen. What she likes to do most is the N-day tour of the correctional center/detention center/detention center/prison. Fished out of prison on the way.

There are flashbacks, involving childhood and teenage years.

Seriously, I thought, would it be a perfect combination if it was a criminal and a detective?

Don't worry about the three views, all results have a cause, this is another story with a story.

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