[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

The heavy snow continued into the evening.

In the evening, the twilight has already merged, and the hazy clouds are thousands of miles away, but there seems to be only a vast amount of snow between the sky and the earth. The north wind is so strong that it blows the snowflakes into the pedestrians' necks.

Fortunately, there are few pedestrians around here.

No one wants to go out in such bad weather.

But there are always a few mavericks.

In the twilight of the wind and snow, at the end of the wilderness came two figures who were thinned by the wind. They stepped on the snow that no one had ever stepped on, leaving a series of long and deep footprints. Occasionally The sound of the conversation was broken and dripped by the long wind.

They walked for nearly two hours, and finally found a lonely house by the side of the road, standing silently in the wind and snow, with the warm orange light reflected from the foggy windows.

"I think we need a night out!" one of them exclaimed.

Another person shook the snowflakes off the collar of his coat and muttered, "Damn it..."

The first person who spoke went up and knocked on the door. After waiting for 2 minutes, an old man came out to answer the door. He was about to explain the reason to the old man, but when he looked down, he found that he was holding a gun in his hand. □, momentarily at a loss for words, the man behind him squeezed forward, took out a book from his pocket with icy cold fingers and handed it to the old man, said in a low voice: "We are from Scotland Yard, and we are tracking a burglar. I committed a crime, but the car overturned halfway and encountered a blizzard, so I wanted to stay overnight..."

The old man's hazel eyes looked at the two of them carefully - they were both young, the one in the front was covered with curly hair mixed with white snow, because of the long journey in the wind and snow, his cheeks showed a statue-like icy paleness, he The outline of the face is deep and handsome, and there is a layer of ice and snow between the eyelashes, but it can't stop his gaze, like a sharp thin blade, or today's awe-inspiring north wind.

The other one is much gentler, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a shy smile on his face, but the costume is a bit strange, and he is carrying something that looks like a long pole on his back.

Neither seemed like a bad guy.

That book can't be faked either.

The old man hummed twice, and turned sideways to let them in.

The milder young man let out a long sigh of relief, apparently terribly frozen.

He said: "I didn't expect the weather to be so bad today... I would have driven your car if I knew about it."

"None of us looked at the weather forecast—" another person said, with a somewhat impatient tone, "It would be easy to find that way, and you would definitely not want to...Mr. Whistler."

"Hey, I've already said it once," he shook off his coat, "you can call me Stephen—"

"What the hell..." Sherlock said this for the second time, muttering in a barely audible voice, "I've been walking with a vampire hunter all day."

The owner of the house heated up the fire in the fireplace, and said in a low voice, "I only have one spare room here, you two watch over it."

Stephen said quickly: "Thank you, we will leave tomorrow morning—"

As he said that, he reached out his hand and took out a few banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them to the old man, and said with a smile, "Can I trouble you to prepare some food for us, anything, as long as it can fill our stomachs."

The old man did not refuse, he took the money and moved slowly into the kitchen.

Looking at the misty night and heavy snow outside the window, Sherlock wiped off the melted snow from his eyelashes, and suddenly said, "Are you sure the direction is correct? We are getting farther and farther away from the city."

Stephen glanced in the direction of the kitchen, seeing that the old man didn't seem to want to come out, so he carefully took out a palm-sized compass from his pocket, the three golden hands on the compass were slowly turning, and he stared at the compass After a while, he said: "It should be right, it can sense the witch's magic power, but—"

"No but," Sherlock interrupted impatiently, "follow me from tomorrow, I have to find Sue first."

"To find Miss Frank, you'd better follow the compass..."

"I suspect that your compass was damaged by the low temperature," Sherlock frowned, and said before Stephen could refute him, "We walked here from the unfinished building today, and we walked very slowly because of the weather. The straight-line distance is about At about 5000 meters, it is actually longer. There is a footprint of an injured person beside the grove. It is female, but it is not Su’s. No female body was found at the scene, so this injured person is likely to be the same person. Sue left together. They drove an ordinary commercial car. Judging from the blood flow in the snow, the injured lady was obviously seriously injured. Therefore, what they needed to go to the hospital was obviously unrealistic. , so this is probably a clinic nearby..."

Stephen thought thoughtfully: “So we should go to the clinic?”

"There is only one clinic nearby—" The old man came out of the kitchen at some unknown time, holding two plates in his hand, he came over and put the plates on the coffee table, and said slowly, "Go east for about five or six miles There will be a freeway, there will be a gas station, and there will be a clinic next to the gas station."

Sherlock nodded thoughtfully.

Stephen hurriedly put away the compass before the old man came over, and after hearing what he said, he bumped Sherlock with his elbow, proudly said: "Look, it's still east, the direction must be right!"

Sherlock: "..."

The two of them finished the food on the plate very quickly, and the old man led them to the empty room upstairs, and directed Stephen to move a camp bed and spread it out, so that two people could barely sleep.

The room was a bit dry and cold due to the long-term absence of people. The old man suggested that they turn on the electric blanket when they were sleeping. After they thanked them, the old man left slowly.

Stephen took off his coat, lay directly on the camp bed, stared at the ceiling for a while, and suddenly said, "I don't know what Lillian is doing now—"

Sherlock said in a tone of no emotion: "According to the usual saying, it is very irresponsible to leave a pregnant wife alone at home."

Stephen turned over and sat up all of a sudden, and said in surprise, "I never mentioned to you that Lillian was pregnant—I didn't even say that she was my wife!"

"It's easy to judge - of course there are many clues, such as your words, the most obvious is the string of obsidian bracelets in your jacket pocket. Since you wore them yourself, it means that they are of great significance, but the size is not suitable for adults. Even ordinary children are too small, so it can only be a baby. The bracelet has been formed but you still carry it instead of sending it out. Either you don’t have time to see it, or it hasn’t been born yet... As for Hui Mrs. Sturt, I think I have had the honor of meeting her once, is she Japanese?"

"That's right," Stephen sighed sincerely, "Sure enough, you are still as sharp and intelligent as ever..."

"Thank you." Sherlock absent-mindedly agreed, and walked slowly to the window.

Due to the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor, a layer of misty water vapor condensed on the window glass, which blurred the vast night and isolated the howling wind and snow.

I don't know if the weather will get better tomorrow... It is rare for him to have some messy thoughts in his mind. Stephen's breathing behind him is gradually long and even, and he is obviously asleep. This is normal - according to Sherlock's judgment, he has already fallen asleep. He hasn't eaten and rested normally for at least a week. Considering his special physique, this time may be longer.

For a week or even longer, Stephen has been tracking the Reapers.

Since saying goodbye to Su Fu and leaving London last time, he and Lilian have traveled more than half of England. They were planning to transfer to Norway, but they were delayed by the reaper again. At this time, it was very clever that, Lilian was pregnant, so she could no longer travel around with him, eat and sleep in the open, but it was urgent to hunt down the reaper, so he discussed with Lilian that she lived in the house of an acquaintance during their travels, and he tried to Maybe finish these things quickly and accompany her back to Japan.

He killed three reapers along the way, and lost them once halfway. It took two days for the compass to determine the positions of those aliens again. When he chased to the outskirts of London, the unexpected remaining The Reaper has been killed, and he meets Sherlock Holmes in the snow outside the scene.

The state of the two of them is very strange. Stephen is actually quite familiar with Sherlock, not only because they have witnessed him handle an intricate case in Yorkshire, and they admire and feel his excellence and outstanding ability. , It was also because of the Reaper incident in London a few months ago, Stephen had noticed him secretly, and later met Su Fu unexpectedly, they had talked about Sherlock.

This was the third time Stephen had seen Sherlock, but it was the first time Sherlock had faced him directly, and even so, he could deduce in just a few glances that Stephen had traveled long distances, without a break for a long time, and was dedicated and urgent. When he came here, he immediately realized that Stephen's target was probably the reaper in the unfinished building.

At the beginning, Stephen thought he didn't know, and wanted to pretend to be stupid and act to fool him, but Sherlock ruthlessly exposed him with a few words, and Stephen had no choice but to confess his identity.

When he said his surname, Sherlock had searched through all the memories in his thinking palace in an instant, and finally found this surname in a certain corner—from Su Fu's mouth.

Reminiscent of the case they encountered at that time, it was too easy to deduce that Stephen was not an ordinary person.

The young hunter dejectedly accepted the fact that he was seen through by the detective at a glance, talked about some past events, and finally asked about the whereabouts of the witch.

Sherlock could only say: "I think...that's her masterpiece inside."

The author has something to say: Today is still an early update, I am going to repair the computer and take pictures at noon.

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