[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"Maybe." Freya agreed noncommittally, "If you don't want me to kill them, inject them with the □□ God potion, let them forget the past few days, or let them live you and I would be in danger."

The doctor couldn't bear it anymore and said, "What's the difference between making them insane and killing them!"

"Of course there is a difference. There is no difference between the living and the dead..."

The debate came to an abrupt end. It seemed that doctors were always wrong when it came to matters of life and death.

"I'll go see why Su hasn't woken up yet." He said hastily, then turned and walked into the room.

Freya smiled without a smile for a moment, and wiped the mist on the window frame with her slender fingers, rubbing a deep mark.

……

Today's weather seems to be clearing up. The light and cold sky is no longer cloudy and heavy, and the snow has stopped. However, the snowfall all day yesterday still makes the whole world seem to be wrapped in a layer of white snow. The temperature has not risen, and it may take some time for the snow to melt.

On the background of the vast white wilderness, the only things that stand out are the guardrail of a road, the pale green pines and cypresses, and the conspicuous gas station beside the road. Two small black dots slowly move from the depths of the snow, heading towards In this direction, their silhouettes are becoming clearer and clearer in the cold twilight of the first snowfall.

……

"Her physical indicators are very strange..." the doctor folded the stethoscope and put it in the box, and said with some doubts.

Freya turned around and asked without answering, "Are you okay?"

The doctor shook his head: "Maybe it's because I've consumed too much energy lately—"

Before he finished speaking, Freya suddenly pressed her fingers to her lips in a gesture of silence. About half a minute later, there was a hasty knock on the door.

The doctor's eyes sank, Freya casually took the white coat from the clothes rack next to her and put it on herself, covering her blood-stained shirt, and then slowly went to open the door.

It was a young curly-haired man who knocked on the door. He was covering his chin with one hand, with an exaggerated panic expression on his pale face. Chase from behind.

"Is something wrong?" Freya asked aloud.

"Doctor!" He cried out in surprise, unceremoniously squeezed in sideways through the gap, and said incoherently, "I met—I, a robber, I was injured! He has been chasing me—want to To kill me!"

As he said, he took away the palm covering his chin, and there was a long bloody mouth near the neck of his chin. The edge had begun to dry up, but the middle part was still oozing blood.

Freya stared at his dark green eyes with hidden sharpness - if you look carefully, there is still a little pure blue in the dim light of the sky, the panic and panic on his face is very realistic, but Freya still It can be seen that he is calm, calm and strategizing. The moment he entered the door, he had a panoramic view of the whole clinic. She didn't know how many judgments he made in this moment, but at least... Freya could guess His main purpose of coming here.

She cast a long glance out of the window and said, "If you fight against me, you won't get any benefits."

The camouflaged expression on Sherlock's face faded, he squinted his eyes, and said slowly: "I was seriously injured..."

"Don't bother Your Excellency."

"Where's Su?"

"Here I am."

Sherlock's eyes suddenly turned sharp, and swept towards her like a blizzard.

Freya simply took off the white coat that was trying to cover up, and the crumpled shirt full of black and red blood stains made her look extremely cold and gloomy. She looked at Sherlock's clenched fist and said casually, "I As I said just now, don’t try to fight me—”

Before the last syllable was pronounced, her palm was already resting on Sherlock's neck, like a gust of wind blowing past without leaving a trace.

She gently withdrew her palm and said, "Need to verify, how fragile is your life?"

Sherlock stared at her, seemingly unmoved.

Suddenly someone exclaimed softly.

Freya frowned impatiently.

"Let go," another calm and gentle voice came from behind her, and the tip of a certain weapon was lightly tapped on the back of her neck, "otherwise I will test how fast my spell is."

Sherlock immediately called out, "Sue?"

"I'm fine." Su Fu turned in front of them, the wand drew an arc along Freya's fair neck, and finally stopped at her throat, "Do you want me to say it again?"

Sherlock looked behind Freya over her shoulder, and said in a sarcastic tone: "Dr. Lance, can you persuade your old friend to let me go?"

The doctor was stunned for a moment, then he could only smile wryly, and said, "Freya..."

Freya sneered faintly, and withdrew her hand.

"I knew you would see through..." the doctor said helplessly, tearing off the thick brown beard from his face, revealing the face that belonged to Dr. Lance.

"Actually, the disguise is pretty good." Sherlock adjusted the collar of his clothes, "I didn't recognize you at a glance, Edmund."

Dr. Lance shook his head, looked at Su Fu and said, "Su... I think we have misunderstood—"

"I know." Su Fu lowered his wand, fixed his eyes on Freya's face, squinted his eyes for a while and said, "The new generation?"

Freya's delicate and sharp eyebrows frowned: "What?"

"A newborn vampire—or a mutant?"

Freya snorted and said, "I don't understand."

"Of course you don't understand," Su Fu said with a smile, "If you understood, you wouldn't have followed me for so long..."

The astonishment on Dr. Lance's face was fleeting, and Su Fu then said to Freya, "Thank you for saving me from the bomb that time."

Freya scratched the corner of her clothes that had dried into armor, and muttered, "...you're welcome."

Dr. Lance finally couldn't help but said, "You—"

Freya spoke almost at the same time as him: "How did you think it was me?"

Su Fu shrugged and said, "Sherlock?"

"As I said just now, I didn't recognize Edmund at a glance—" Sherlock said.

"then you--"

Sherlock fumbled in his pocket, then opened his palms to him.

It was a green opal stud earring, surrounded by silver flowers and leaves, with a delicate and elegant style.

Dr. Lance was suddenly at a loss for words, and he sighed after a while: "It turned out to be it..."

On the contrary, Freya touched her pocket and asked Su Fu with great interest, "When did you take it?"

"While in the car."

Freya snorted, "The movements are quite neat."

"Because I found earrings on you, and I took them out in front of Dr. Lance inadvertently before, and his reaction was very unusual, and I also met you near the Barts Hospital, so I have to think To Dr. Lance, why do you insist on reminding me to come to this clinic? Of course, it is because the doctor is waiting for you here, and the doctor is well disguised, but because there are already speculations before, the concept is preconceived, and careful observation and verification are also difficult. I can be sure... When I came out, Sherlock received a report from Inspector Lestrade about the disappearance of Dr. Lance. Since he is investigating, he will track it down here sooner or later, so in the afternoon when the doctor stitched up the wound for you Throw the earrings out the window."

"Since you already knew it was me and Edmond, why didn't you expose it in the first place."

Su Fu curled his lips and said, "Aren't you asking knowingly? Of course you want to find out the truth - and, I saw that you were seriously injured and your life was in danger, so I thought everything would wait for you to recover. Who knew you were a vampire..."

She laughed, took the earring from Sherlock's hand, and took out the one she picked up before and put it together: "Give it back to you."

Freya took it and squeezed it in her palm, without saying anything.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said, "Edmond, you'd better explain the reason from the beginning to the end. If you let me investigate by myself... I don't think you will want me to do this."

Dr. Lance looked at Freya unexpectedly, and the moment he touched her, he immediately turned his eyes to look out of the window—there was a vast expanse of snow, reflecting the harsh light, but he would rather be tortured by his glasses than Look at who's in the room.

There was a moment of silence and stalemate, Sherlock stared at Dr. Lance, wanting to interrogate and refused to give in, while the doctor squinted his eyes and stared out of the window, his usual calm face turned out to be full of sadness, confusion and pain.

Freya strode over to sit on the sofa with a blank expression, her long legs crossed, her slender but powerful fingers tapped on the armrest of the sofa, she didn't know what she was thinking.

At this time, even the air seems to be stagnant, or like a string that is about to break, or like a piece of glass that hangs from the edge. With a slight touch, the thin string will break and be drawn on the human skin. Some deep but subtle scars are left, and the glass will fall to the ground and smash into sharp fragments, whether it hurts or not is unknown.

Su Fu suddenly grabbed Sherlock's hand and said in surprise, "What's going on?"

The other three people immediately focused their eyes on her, and she was holding Sherlock's hand—a few small sores were opened at the knuckles of his fingers at some point, and the dark red and purple bloodshots dried up on it, like one by one. Little scary eyes.

Sherlock muttered, "It's just frostbite..."

She continued to ask: "What did you do yesterday?" After speaking, she seemed to feel that it was not enough, and added, "Tell the truth!"

"Okay——" Sherlock said indifferently, "it's just that the time spent walking in the snow was a bit longer."

Su Fu persisted: "How long does it take to be frozen like this..." She said and passed his hand to Dr. Lance, "Doctor, can you bandage him?"

Sherlock couldn't bear it anymore, and finally withdrew his hand: "It's just chilblains—"

"No," Su Fu quickly interrupted him, glanced at him and said, "My heart really hurts."

Sherlock: "..."

Freya snorted coldly, and sat in a different position.

Dr. Lance forced a smile, and said in a low voice: "Su is right, chilblains should also be treated properly, otherwise there will be sequelae, which will happen every year when the temperature is low, and it will be too late to regret."

The author has something to say: It may be updated at nine o'clock recently, because my computer is not ready yet, and I don't have time at noon, so I have been using my mobile phone to code.

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