[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Sue Frank is a wizard with extraordinary powers that most people can't remember - but she can still encounter danger.

Sherlock inevitably thought of the horrific scorched scar on her back. According to her, this scar was left by a very powerful black magic spell, and the price she paid was more than scars , and the lost memories of the past years, as well as the decades-long slumber, for which Dumbledore tried countless methods, but he couldn't wake her up from the chaos.

She lives, but seems dead.

If she had ever experienced such a death, then her magic seemed insignificant, and she was only human in every respect.

She's not that omnipotent.

He walked up one floor, and there was also a monster corpse lying horizontally near the middle of the corridor, and not far from it, a broken mobile phone was thrown.

Although it was no longer working, Sherlock felt that he could tell that this was the one Su used to text him.

He quickly walked out of the unfinished building without thinking, and searched the surrounding environment with his fastest speed. After the wind and snow raged, there were not many traces left, but he still found it in the snow by the edge of the grove. A little blood stain and a row of messy and different shades of footprints, the pair of footprints under the tree is the deepest, it seems that the injured person stood there for a long time, and then stumbled towards the direction of the unfinished building, the blood under the tree The stream has converged into a small pool, penetrated into the snow and was frozen into onyx-like ice crystals, and then covered by snowflakes.

But luckily... those were not Su's footprints.

This person is taller than her, and his frame is also larger - at least 1.7 meters, while Su Fu is only 1.6 meters seven.

Going further to the side road, there are traces of wheels under the fluffy snow. It should be a commercial car, but it was too fast when driving past, leaving only two narrow and interlaced long strips , if the tire marks are clearer, he can deduce the model of the car based on this.

Apart from these, there are no traces left.

About everything he desperately wanted to know, nothing.

Maybe it was because of the excessive wind and snow, or maybe there were not many useful traces left in the first place.

At this time, a layer of snowflakes had fallen on his curly hair and shoulders, a layer of frost had formed on his eyebrows, and his skin was abnormally reddish due to the cold wind.

The temperature in the suburbs is obviously lower than that in the urban area, but because he was busy investigating and thinking before, he didn't feel the cold until now. I don't know if it's because he was alone in the vast wilderness and his senses were blurred by the callsign's north wind, or because of something else... When he took out his mobile phone to send a text message to Mycroft, his usual steady movements were a little trembling.

The feeling of trembling instantly spread to his whole body. Even in the whimpering and snowstorm, he could still clearly hear his heartbeat. Then, together with the thoughts running at the same high speed, the nebula exploded like a burst.

He clearly remembered that not long ago, in that dark mine in the small town of Hebein, he also heard such a heartbeat from another person, which was more violent and rapid than his own.

"Su..." He frowned deeply and murmured. He was about to turn around and go back to the unfinished building when he heard someone behind him ask in surprise, "Mr. Holmes?"

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At around [-]:[-] noon, Mycroft was having a small meeting. After the meeting, he could enjoy a peaceful lunch, and then asked Sherlock what the hell he was doing, to see how much he cared about his younger brother, the world There is hardly a more competent brother in the world.

But when the meeting was almost over, he received a text message.

He guessed that it was the guy Sherlock who sent the text message at this time, so he took it out to take a look - of course he guessed completely right, the text message was indeed sent by Sherlock, as for the content...it was a photo.

Dazzling scarlet blood, cracked crooked mouth, fine and sharp fangs, and disgusting tentacles, next to an ingenious sticky eyeball.

"Oh... God!" Mycroft gasped, and immediately got up and left the conference table under the surprised eyes of his colleagues.

He held the phone in his hand. From the very beginning, he was extremely careful not to let Sherlock get involved in these troublesome things. He was always strict and cautious in doing things, but this time he failed irritatingly!

It was just...just--he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Where there is light, there will always be endless darkness, just like there are many mysterious existences in this world, but the government can only hide it from the people carefully, just like he wants to hide it from his smart and rebellious younger brother carefully, Because he didn't dare to imagine, what outrageous things would an antisocial personality do after learning about these strange events?

But he doesn't need to imagine now, because this thing has already happened.

The only comfort for Mycroft Holmes at this moment is that Sherlock notified him as soon as he discovered these things.

He immediately organized an emergency team. On the way to the unfinished building in the suburbs, he planned thousands of times in his mind how to reprimand Sherlock when he got there, and—this matter must have something to do with Su, and so on. Next time he sees her, he must have a serious talk with her...

However, when he got to the place, he found that there was not a single living thing here except for the frozen dead body, let alone his dear brother Sherlock Holmes.

The emergency team silently and quickly went forward to clean up the scene. Fortunately, this place is far away from the city, and they found it in time, otherwise I don't know what kind of panic will be caused.

Mycroft paced back and forth a few times, he felt the cell phone in his pocket vibrate for a moment, he quickly took it out, and then he saw the second text message from Sherlock, this time it was a text, and it was beyond his expectation the length of:

【Mycroft, according to your speed, I guess you have arrived at the scene now. As you can see, a horrific incident happened here. I believe you will handle everything well.As for me, you don't have to worry about it at all, I just met an acquaintance who is not an acquaintance, he told me a little bit, and we went together to find some truths - which is what I am good at - and you don't have to worry about it Complaining that I caused these troubles out of pure curiosity and nothing to do, you must have guessed that something happened to Sue, she is likely to be in real danger, you must have seen the relationship between me and her Relationship—for this, if she is lucky enough to go back, I ask you to take care of her for me, because after this text message you will lose my contact information, don't try to find me. ——SH】

The corners of Mycroft's eyes moved uncontrollably a few times, and he could almost imagine Sherlock's lips tightly pursed while he was texting him in the wind and snow, with a cold and indifferent look—really, it's so embarrassing I'm done!

But he has nothing to do now.

If Sherlock Holmes wants to hide, it will take some effort for even him to find him, and it is even more difficult to do so when there is a person from a special group beside him.

His emergency team quickly cleaned up the scene, leaving almost no trace, and he told his secretary to keep a close watch on the old apartment at 65 Four Maples Street from now on as he made his way back to the city.

In fact, as early as when Sherlock insisted on moving to Four Maples Street, he had already noticed that his attitude towards Su was very unusual. In order to know about her, he promised him to investigate the bank theft case.

You must know that this is Sherlock Holmes. If he wants to know the truth, he will exhaust all means to open that door. Among them, he must not hesitate to adopt some extreme methods, but this time he will actually be scruples about other things. A person's feelings, quietly keeping her from knowing——

And that time when he was in Hebein, he suddenly called to ask him to help find Sue. Sherlock rarely asked him to help with things, but that time was different. Mycroft could clearly hear the irritability and Anxious, just like the text message just now, proud as Sherlock, one day he would ask others to help him take care of someone, even if the object of his request was his brother.

Before he knew it, Mycroft thought, their relationship had grown.

This doesn't seem like... a good thing, but it's not a bad thing either.

Judging from the current situation, his understanding of Sue is obviously not as good as that of Sherlock. The first time he heard the name was from the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and that was at the end of this summer when Sirius Black escaped from prison. For the sake of this dangerous felon, Fudge had to make a trip himself. At that time, there was another person, Scrimgeour, the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. They talked about Black and his prison, Scrimgeour. Jie suddenly said: "Moody filled half of the cell in Azkaban, and the person who filled the other half...I heard that she recently returned to London?"

Mycroft noticed at the time that Scrimgeour used "she".

The corner of Fudge's mouth twitched visibly, and he said in a vague voice: "Dumbledore summoned her back... That's good, at least we can all see Sue Frank's ability."

McCaw could clearly tell that the Minister of Magic whom he despised had a cowardly tone, while Scrimgeour's expression was subtle and half truthful.

He heard the name again from the official of the Ministry of Magic. That kind of monster appeared on the streets of London again, but someone quickly eliminated the hidden dangers for them. He saw the surveillance video of that night—destroyed immediately afterwards—the video In fact, it is not very clear, I can barely see the faint blue light rising from above in the darkness, the bloodstains under the moonlight and the tentacles protruding everywhere. Of course, the most clear thing is the beast-like flame that appeared out of thin air.