[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

She was at least better than the Minister for Magic, Mycroft thought.

And when he really saw Sue Frank, it was because of his younger brother, and her reaction was a little bit beyond his expectation.

Calm, quite decisive, but kind-hearted, with a strong sense of justice, but also very cautious.

He has investigated all of her deeds during the two years she came to London, and it can almost be called watertight, no wonder Sherlock can't find anything... It is always very convenient for people with special abilities to do certain things, and it is also not the same. easy to deal with.

But she is very easy to get along with. Few people can not complain about Sherlock's different personality. Wizard girlfriend?

So whether this is a good thing or a bad thing is really a bit embarrassing.

Thinking this way, he told his secretary to pay attention to the whereabouts of a person named Sue Frank, and report him immediately if she appeared.

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Missing Person Sue Frank was trying to control a motor vehicle with the utmost endurance of her life.

The road was slippery in the snow, and the tires of this car did not have anti-skid chains. If she didn't pay attention, the tires would skid and fly out. Fortunately, this was the suburbs, otherwise the car's dangerous driving state would definitely have the water meter checked by the traffic police.

To be reasonable, she learned to drive in her previous life, and she rolled into the wizarding world not long after she got her driver's license. After entering Hogwarts, she no longer has to worry about travel, so now she can drive this car on the road. It's the limit of her greatest ability... What's more, there is a dying person on the co-pilot next to her, and she has to worry about not letting her die like this.

Freya is already in an 80.00% coma state.

The wound on her shoulder split and spread to her abdomen at this time, like a canyon abyss, with thick hot blood flowing from tears.

The entire enclosed narrow space of the car was filled with a gloomy smell of blood.

"Freya—can you hear me calling you? Don't fall asleep..." Su Fu muttered, but did not get any response.

Her brows were furrowed together, it was obvious that they had been attacked just now.

And Freya's injury worsened because of this attack.

Su Fu originally wanted to get the car keys from those gangsters, and let Sherlock know that these people are all members of McDougal.

She rummaged through the people who were stunned by Freya and her to find the mobile phone and car keys. Just as she entered Sherlock's phone number to edit the text message, she noticed that the energy fluctuations around her seemed to be different. A man with stiff movements and a blank expression came out.

A five-petal piranha-like mouth opened towards her, and the bloody and disgusting inside could be clearly seen from a long distance away.

She hastily pressed a few times on the keyboard and sent the text message. As for what she sent, she didn't know what it was. Then she immediately pulled out her wand and slashed out a few spells. The reaper fell down immediately, and she went downstairs. Go and meet the Reaper again.

And it wasn't until this time that she realized that they had slaughtered all the people in this barren, unfinished building.

……

The car made a sharp turn and almost turned into the bushes on the side of the road. From the corner of her eye, Su Fu saw that Freya seemed to have moved, and she said as loudly as she could: "Freya! You can even kill monsters, such a small injury is enough Is it unbearable?"

As she said, it was the place where Su Fu was most dumbfounded, shocked and admired the most for this strange woman—she staggered back to the unfinished building to look for her because she had been waiting for Su Fu in the snow for a long time. Just as Su Fu was fighting with the reapers, she silently picked up the knives left by those who held them hostage, and with a backhand turn, she sent them into one of the reapers' chests.

Of course, the price she paid was that a big mouth with sharp fangs gnawed at her waist and back, tearing away a piece of bloody flesh, but she just groaned and kicked the harvest bird away. The victim rolled to Su Fu's side, and the bloodshot voice reminded Su Fu that the fatal point was the heart.

After speaking, he fell back and lost consciousness.

Su Fu didn't dare to summon Fiendfire, she was afraid that she would not be able to control Freya, who was so critical that she was still clutching her sleeve, but she still used another kind of black magic with strong attack power - easier to control, but powerful No reduction.

An eyeball flew out against Freya's cheek, she barely moved, Su Fu immediately lifted her up, and returned to the car as fast as she could.

Her wound was extremely miserable and hideous, Su Fugao went out and recited a few healing spells for her, but because the wound was too deep and deadly, and the effect of her healing spell was really horrible, so the effect was minimal.

It's not that she didn't think about using Apparation to bring Freya to the hospital, but people usually have very unsatisfactory feelings about Apparation for the first time, and she is seriously injured now, in case something happens , Insurance companies do not take claims.

So there is the current speed of life and death.

……

"Hey, didn't you say that you are beautiful—little fairy, can you wake up first and then say that you are beautiful? Do you know the way? How should we go? Answer me!"

No matter how she called, Freya was as quiet as death, except for the sound of the car tires rubbing against the snow, it seemed that her voice was the only thing left in the world.

"You shouldn't be dead—"

Su Fu's hand holding the steering wheel was already soaked in sweat. It was sticky and slippery, making her uncomfortable. She let out a anxious "hiss", and was about to speak again, when another low, illusory, almost inaudible sound suddenly sounded in her ear. voice: "...you talk a lot."

Su Fu: "..."

She turned the steering wheel vigorously, and said angrily: "People with so many problems with my boyfriend don't think I talk too much, but you still don't think so!"

Freya seemed to smile, and it sounded more like a cold gasp, she said: "...But I like to hear it very much..."

Su Fu was speechless for a moment, then said dryly, "Thank you..."

"You...cough cough cough, your boyfriend is definitely incompetent - let you be... arrested..."

Her voice was terribly low, almost equivalent to a whisper, as if she was about to die in the next moment.

"It doesn't matter, it would be scary if he suddenly learned to be considerate... You press the wound, be careful not to bleed out!"

Freya slowly raised her hand to cover the wound, which was wrapped in the gauze conjured by Su Fu's magic, which was already soaked in bright red blood in a thick layer.Blood quickly seeped through her fingers, bright red.

She said, "It really hurts..."

Su Fu turned the car at an unbelievable angle again: "Such a deep wound, can it not hurt!"

"Go east..." Freya actually reminded her, "Over there... there is a small hospital..."

Su Fu immediately turned the car around and headed eastward. At this time, it is best to be as close as possible. London is too far away. When they rushed over, it is estimated that Freya's blood would really be drained.

She walked east for 10 minutes and got on a road. After driving along the road for a while, she saw a gas station, and next to the gas station—it was not so much a small hospital as a hospital. A slightly larger clinic, apparently for passing drivers.

When Su Fu stepped on the brakes, the car still slid a long distance away. She helped Freya out of the car with great difficulty, and before she reached the door of the clinic, she shouted loudly: "There is a patient! Please go out and help me." !"

The thick door curtain was lifted immediately, revealing a head covered with brown mustaches, and the man said softly, "Come in."

The heating inside the clinic is very well-heated, and it is like a different world from the outside. Only then did Su Fu notice that the person who let them in just now was tall and thin, almost shoulder to shoulder with Sherlock. His pale eyes watched them.

"Sword wound—" Su Fu immediately helped Freya, who was lying on his shoulders, into the hospital bed in the inner room, "Hurry up and show me..."

At this time, she was already sweating all over, and she was panting when she spoke. She lifted up her sleeves to wipe the sweat indifferently. The doctor had already cut off the bandages and clothes on Freya's shoulders without saying a word, leaving a pile of Throwing the blood-soaked tape aside, he pulled the injured man's arm aside. Su Fu suddenly noticed that the watch on Freya's wrist had returned to the stopwatch timing interface, and now it displayed "21:34 :56".

"How about it, can you—"

"The injury is too serious, and surgery is necessary." The doctor said briefly, and took out a set of sterile clothing from the cabinet next to him.

Su Fu felt that his voice was deliberately vague, but she had no time to take care of it at the moment, so she frowned and said, "Is it possible to operate here?"

"Protect her life for the time being, and then send her to the hospital." The doctor glanced at Freya, who was pale and closed her eyes on the hospital bed, and said, "You have to go out and wait for a while."

Su Fu asked suspiciously, "Are you alone?"

"You're here to add to the chaos," the doctor said as he arranged a series of medical equipment, his bony and slender fingers slid across the sides of the cold equipment, and then turned on a bright light.

Su Fu was blinded by the sudden white light.

"Go out, don't worry."

She rubbed her eyes, and had no choice but to back out first. When she closed the door of the inner room, she caught a glimpse of the doctor with his back to the door picking up a hemostat. It flipped over and landed on Freya's wound calmly and precisely——

Su Fu closed the door.

The sound of howling wind and snow outside the window was indistinct, while the only sound left in the room was the humming of the heater. It seemed extremely silent for a while.

I hope that mysterious woman will not die just like that... Su Fu thought.

The clock on the wall "tick-tocked" more than half a circle, but there was still no movement inside.

She glanced at the landline on the table, walked over to pick up the handset and dialed an all-too-familiar number—but to her surprise, she couldn't get through.

She wondered for a moment if she had switched places with Sherlock, and his cell phone would be unavailable one day? ?

And just when she was puzzled and ready to call again, there was still no one answering.

This is very strange, she thought.

There was no movement from inside. She stared blankly at the clock on the wall and walked around. Finally, she couldn't help but shouted to the door: "Doctor, what's the matter?"

No one answered.

She opened the window and took a few glances, seeing that the twilight outside the window had come, but the heavy snow was still unabated. She walked to the phone in two steps, and when she picked it up and was about to call Sherlock again, a gloomy sound suddenly sounded behind her. Test's voice: "Put it down!"

The author has something to say: My computer died suddenly yesterday, and then. . . .There is no more. It was not until eleven o'clock in the evening that it was finally repaired and restarted. Unfortunately, there was nothing on it.

And the newly installed system is still unstable, so I can only get my best friend's computer, and I refuse to go out for a run in the middle of the night, but there is no way.

Her computer is really not working. When I rewrite the manuscript, reorganize the materials, and rewrite the outline, it will be gone in the middle of the night. When I wake up in the morning, I will be blind.

The busier and the more chaotic, the more accidents happened. I almost fell myself to death by stepping on the air while complaining to others. I was suddenly desperate jpg.

Anyway, I am copying the manuscript in the background, so today's update should be posted earlier.

I wish you all passed the fourth and sixth levels, and every day is as lucky and beautiful as drinking a felic elixir.

Ah, I'm so sleepy. I'm going to sleep after copying. Let's waste the day today. I feel like I'll be busy tomorrow, so I'll live with a smile on my face.