[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

The hunter quickly searched the unfinished building, and said: "Some magic power has not dissipated, Miss Frank should be fine."

Sherlock asked a few more questions about the Reaper, but Stephen answered him rather helplessly. This thing is a relic of history. No one knows how it appeared. It has already started to cause harm to the world hundreds of years ago. , the ancestors took a lot of effort to almost wipe them out. They have been peaceful for so many years, but they don't want them to appear again this year.

"Mr. Whistler, when did you meet the first mutant monster?"

"A year ago—don't be so polite, I'm already familiar with you, just call me Stephen."

Sherlock nodded absent-mindedly, and suddenly asked: "Can you trace her magic trace?"

"Yes……"

"Take me to find her," he said bluntly to Stephen, "I might find something on the way—you know this is what I'm good at."

"But—" Stephen looked at him and hesitated, "It would be dangerous to walk with me, are you sure..."

Sherlock said coldly: "What do you think of people without special abilities...?"

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that," Stephen waved his hands quickly, "Lillian is also an ordinary person, I just said, you need to measure the danger and so on..."

"That's fine," Sherlock said, "I'm just looking for my girlfriend."

So he walked with a vampire hunter for a whole day. Stephen is a very easy-going person, and it is not difficult to get along with him. Traveled for seven hours.

Suddenly there was a strange sound of "tuk-tuk-tuk" outside the window, Sherlock raised his hand to wipe off the mist on the window glass, and found that there was a shivering thing outside that was hitting the window frame nervously, he opened the window sash, It was poured in with the cold wind and snow, and there was also a stupid owl that was frozen.

Comrade Juanjuan was horrified by Sherlock's threat to use him as an experiment, so he flew to Hogwarts at the fastest speed in his life, and Dumbledore immediately returned a copy after reading the text message, which was nothing like usual The gentle tone of the difference said to Juanjuan: "Send the letter back as soon as possible, this is related to Su's safety."

Juanjuan immediately trembled, it seemed that his mission today was extremely special and important, and feeling the headmaster's eyes that seemed gentle but actually contained heavy pressure, he quickly got out of Hogwarts, and unfortunately There was a snowstorm on the way, which almost blew him into the Strait of Gibraltar. It took a lot of effort to finally find Sherlock and deliver the letter from the principal to its destination.

Sherlock took off the letter paper and unfolded it. Dumbledore's letter was also very short, telling him that Sue hadn't returned to Hogwarts, and no one around had seen her today. He couldn't get away by himself, so let Fox went to find her, so he didn't have to worry too much. He believed that Su could handle what happened to her well, and it was best to wait for the news at this time.

Curled curled up in front of the heater to load the quail, Sherlock tore up the parchment letter and threw it away, then suddenly looked at it and said in a low voice, "Since you can find me, you must also find Su?"

Juanjuan: "..."

I can't find what doesn't exist.

……

So the next day it was not bright, and a disheveled owl flew out of the window of the bedroom on the second road, but the way it flew away was a bit weird, it could be called running away, as if Sherlock was chasing after it.

Stephen and Sherlock bid farewell to the kind old man, and walked in the direction they inquired yesterday.

==

Rewind the time to noon yesterday.

In the clinic at the gas station, after the sudden threat, Su Fu didn't put down the receiver of the phone.

She smiled leisurely and said without turning her head: "Doctor, you are really beyond my expectation..."

The person behind him said coldly: "There are many things in this world that you can't think of."

"for example--"

"For example, you have to sleep for a while now, because you won't want to see what happens next..."

This time it was a female voice, low and hoarse, and the voice was still a little weak, but it reminded people of the low-pitched waves under the moonlight, very pleasant to the ears.

Su Fu's right hand slowly slipped into her pocket, she turned around and said with a smile: "I was praying for you not to die just now, but now I regret it."

"Thank you for your prayer, it's very effective." Freya said as if she didn't hear the second half of her sentence.

She stood at the door of the inner room, her face still pale, and her golden pupils reflected a metallic luster that was colder than the snow at night outside the window.

Su Fu said: "What did you just say? Let me sleep for a while... I don't think I'm sleepy—"

The voice didn't mean that she raised her hand to draw her wand, but just halfway through the movement, Freya's voice sounded in front of her: "It's not up to you..."

Su Fu was startled.

Freya was clearly standing at the inner door just now, at least five meters away from where she was, but she didn't see her walking or running at all—as if a ray of light had reached her in an instant.

"you--"

Still before she could speak, she felt a sudden pain in her neck, and then lost consciousness.

This time I really lost consciousness.

Freya reached out to catch her, easily picked her up by the waist and put her on the sofa, then untied the watch strap on her wrist and threw it to the doctor, saying, "27 hours."

The doctor took the watch, and his gentle eyes fell on the green screen of the watch, and said: "I thought it could only last for 24 hours, but it seems to be related to personal physique?"

"You can figure it out."

The doctor paused and said, "You just brought her here, so why knock her out—"

"I just said," Freya said coldly, "she won't want to see what happens next."

She straightened her body, unbuttoned her clothes, and tore off the gauze on her shoulders and abdomen—the naked and hideous wounds were neatly coiled with dense stitches, and the pink tender flesh was squeezed by the needles and stitched together awkwardly, slowly A film formed like a red and black blood scab, and some places still ooze blood and light pus because the wound is too deep.

Freya's fingers twirled the thread at the top of the wound, pulled it suddenly, and the catgut that penetrated into the flesh broke immediately, and the wound that was forcibly pulled by the needle and thread to close it burst open again like a rift. Open, the blood washed the minced meat and flowed down with her movements "crash la la", but she didn't change her face until she completely removed the gut from her skin.

She threw aside the thin thread with flesh and blood on it, and slowly moved her neck—making an old "click, click, click" sound, and the wound on the side of her body gushed into a river of bleeding again because of her movement. The doctor helped her Lens, turned his head stiffly to Su Fu who was unconscious on the sofa, frowning tightly, as if he didn't want to see the scene just now.

Behind him, Freya asked in her usual voice, "Where's the person from just now?"

The doctor had no choice but to turn his head: "It's in the basement."

Freya responded indifferently, and looked down at her wound.

The blood flow had stopped, and she had burst into a huge bloody gap, even revealing her bony shoulders, waist and abdomen... It was growing, spreading, expanding, and even healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Until the abyss-like wound was completely closed, the blood-stained flesh on the ground was still a mess, but it seemed that no one had been seriously injured here.

Freya buttoned the blood-stained clothes, took out a few paper towels to wipe off the blood between her fingers, and went to hug Su Fu again. When she lowered her head, her messy temple hair fell down and swept Su Fu's face... Is a dazzling and mysterious gloomy silver.

……

There was a dim light in the basement, dust and a few moths fluttered around, and three men with plain faces were tied to the chairs.

Freya put Su Fu on the empty chair next to her, and asked without looking back, "Has Jim left McDougal?"

The door to the basement opened with a loud "squeak", and the doctor came down the steps and said, "Their mouths are still gagged."

Freya smiled and said lightly: "If I give them a chance to speak, but they can't give the answer I want, then there is no need to keep them."

The doctor stared at her for a while, then slowly lowered his head and said in a low voice, "How could you--like this..."

"How?" Freya reached out and pulled the cloth out of the mouths of those people one by one. Their eyes were already full of panic. She had taken a sharp short knife from nowhere and stabbed it on the face of one of them. After clapping a few times, he said, "I just want to know some truths... I think I have the right to know."

As she said that, the gleaming blade cut off the bearded cheek of the man in front of her, leaving a straight and flat incision, and the bright red blood oozed out immediately, staining the blade red.

The bearded man let out a scream, and the doctor seemed to want to stop her movement, but in the end he stopped abruptly, and had to turn his head stiffly.

"He probably doesn't think it's fun to play with those thieves," Freya casually threw the dagger aside, "so he wants to try to play tricks on me——that document is still in his hand, so I dare not take anything against him. Sample."

"Why did you seek him in the first place?"

"Because I want to."

"..."

……

The interrogation continued until the dawn.

But Freya didn't get any news from these people. The other party was really cunning and clever. Since he had left McDougall, he would definitely leave no traces, but Freya felt that she was going all the way. Get impatient little by little.

"She's not awake yet."

The doctor frowned, but because his beard and beard were too thick, it seemed that the beard on his cheeks trembled slightly: "You are too hard."

The author has something to say: It's so hot that I want to explode... This ghost place may be a fake middle and high latitude of the North China Plain.

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