[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Su Fu gave a "tss" to Sherlock, and he turned his head awkwardly, allowing Dr. Lance to bring iodine and medical cotton to disinfect him.

The clinic was still very quiet, but the atmosphere of strife and confrontation just now had disappeared. Su Fu carefully watched the reddish-brown cotton wool in Dr. Lance's hand brushing over the back of Sherlock's hand, as if it was an extremely interesting thing. things.

Until Dr. Lance took a narrow piece of gauze and wrapped it around his hand, Su Fu suddenly asked, "Did you give Freya that pair of earrings?"

She asked so naturally, as if meeting an acquaintance after a meal, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled, with carelessness and leisurely in their smiles.

So Dr. Lance just paused for a moment, then nodded.

At this time, he looked down at Sherlock's small wound, and Su Fu didn't see the expression on his face.

"Then... You and her have known each other for a long time, right?"

She used a declarative tone, but in fact she was not sure about this matter, but past experience told her that direct statements were more relaxing than questions.

Dr. Lance didn't answer, but Sherlock looked at the small blood-red gash on the back of his hand and said absently: "Seven years ago..."

Dr. Lance was obviously surprised, but fell silent for a moment, because he realized who was sitting in front of him. After knowing him for so many years, this young man can always surprise and admire everyone in various situations. ,He is also included.

Only today, when the object of Sherlock's reasoning became himself——Edmond Lance, when he lifted the curtain of time with a few words, and exposed the past that had deteriorated and rotted into evil fruits, sunk into the abyss and could never be redeemed. Under the sun... Only then did he realize more deeply that even after many years, those who concealed must be confessed, and those who should not be forgiven must be judged.

"Seven years ago, you worked in a very confidential job. This job kept you away from the city, hidden from people's eyes and ears. No one knew where you went. When you came back again, you didn't go to the place you are most familiar with. Birmingham, your hometown, came to London instead, and became an honorary dean without any real role in the secluded world, and your research field is obviously biochemistry, why is pathology filled in the hospital file? You You often live in the laboratory, never mention your past to others, and almost never leave—"

Sherlock stopped talking, and his eyes narrowed unnaturally. The sunlight from a long journey in the morning casts in Shen Sui's pupils, converging into small mesmerizing spots in the deepest part, just like It's like waiting for an answer.

"Continue," Freya said suddenly, "Anyway, it must be known, this is not a secret that can't be told."

The second half of the sentence was addressed to Dr. Lance.

Sherlock tilted his head noncommittally, still facing Dr. Lance, and said quickly: "Long-term indoors, the secrecy is extremely strong, considering your professional field - biochemistry and the long-term nature of time, then this The work, or the task, must be of a research nature related to biochemistry——

According to your ability and professional level, you don't have to be reduced to be an honorary dean. I believe that as long as you are willing, various biotechnology companies or universities will be very honored to hire you.

There are of course two reasons for this, one is that you don’t want to, and of course I’m more inclined to the second one—someone doesn’t want you to engage in a career related to the previous research, you need to be less conspicuous— — that's one of the reasons you left Birmingham for London, because it's the center of power in the country, where it's easier to monitor...and control.

Dr. Edmond Lance, or this is just a pseudonym you changed your identity later——you accepted a secret research work from the government of your country seven years ago, am I right? "

He finished speaking almost without any interruptions in tone, and the whole clinic was as quiet as a stormy storm. The four people sat facing each other, but they couldn't even hear the sound of breathing.

"Reaper virus, right?"

After a full minute, Su Fu suddenly made a sound and looked at Freya who was sitting on the sofa.

"RP3 - we call it."

This was Dr. Lance's hoarse and hesitant answer, but it did not refute any of Sherlock's inferences just now.

Su Fu said in a deep voice: "Is it really made by human research?"

"Yes," Freya also looked at her, and said without any ups and downs in her voice, "To be precise, eight years ago, the authorities launched a secret project code-named 'Showing the Gods' and summoned the most outstanding people in the country. Several biological scientists concentrated them in the Gobi Desert in the southeast of Dungeness, where there is almost no grass growing all year round, and of course there are few people, so this project started so unknown..."

"It was Christmas eight years ago," Dr. Lance said with difficulty after all, "I received an invitation letter from a senior figure in the cabinet to make an appointment. He did not appear in person, but his secretary explained— —To put it simply, this is a human genetic modification plan, they attempt to allow biological scientists to try to change the arrangement and combination of human genes, so as to greatly improve various human body functions.”

"It sounds high-sounding," Su Fu sneered, "but it's actually."

"Actually...they used some tricks—or intimidation or deceit or concealment—to make my colleagues agree to their request, and then we were taken secretly to Dungeness. I didn't know that the laboratory was When it was built, I don’t know where the preliminary experimental data and materials they gave came from... At first I thought it was just the expansion of the ambitions of those in power, wanting to achieve political achievements or expand power, but gradually, they It intensified until the living people were brought in as experimental subjects—the first batch of people, according to them, were all serious criminals, and they had signed compensation agreements. They all went to Dungeness voluntarily, I secretly I've asked a few people, and it's true..."

Su Fu's already tightly frowned eyebrows deepened a little.

"At that time, I was proud and arrogant, and with the persuasion of my former teacher Chrisschel, I felt that since it was a human genetic modification project, and the experimental data already existed and our research was done, it was indeed mature. If we conduct unreal experiments— — I'm afraid I'll never get a result, so..."

He stretched out a hand to press his forehead, his hair hung messily and stuck to the back of his hand, he scratched unconsciously with his fingers a few times, with a bitter smile: "—so we really started to experiment on humans, at first it was just a test All kinds of rejection reactions, then intensified, and RP3 was directly implanted into their bodies... The results of the first batch of people's experiments were very good, and their physical functions were indeed improving, so there was a second batch of experimental subjects. Batch, the fourth batch—"

"That is to say——" Sherlock suddenly said, looking at Freya opposite him intentionally or unintentionally, but the other party was unmoved, and he asked Dr. Lance coldly: "Is she your experimental subject? "

"The fourth batch." Freya also looked at him and said.

Dr. Lance let out a "huh", but lowered his head even lower. He curled up his palms, with bruised veins on the back of his hands. However, this almost heart-piercing pain turned into a sad sigh in the end.

"There were only three people in the fourth batch, and Freya was among them...she was the only female among all the subjects, and I gradually realized that they might no longer be felons—because from the second batch The first experimental subjects were all brainwashed when they were sent. They even had a low consciousness. I finally realized that they might be plotting something wrong. It was at this time that the first batch of experimental subjects began to appear... mutated.

They have all become monsters that suck human flesh and blood, and have completely lost their sense of autonomy. They have become like animals, and it is difficult to subdue them. The experiment has undoubtedly failed. I went to ask Professor Krischel, the person in charge among us, and his answer It made me palpitate - he said that for the advancement of human genes, it is worth paying a high price. I asked him how the initial experimental data of RP3 came from, but he didn't answer me. The second is to find me two Assistant—watched me.

I tried to resist, but it had no practical effect at all. They threatened my parents, so I could only help them continue the experiment... Until one day, I suddenly discovered that Freya had not lost her sense of autonomy, and she even retained Has its own memory—”

Speaking of this, he showed his first sincere smile since Su Fu saw him, although it was fleeting.

"I tried to talk to her, but it never worked, but she was smarter and drew Morse code jam on the edge of the plate, because she used the almost extinct American code, so no one noticed, I also check Only after obtaining the information did I decipher her code—from her, I learned that from the second batch of experimental subjects, they were no longer prisoners, and even the three people in the fourth batch were elites—” He bit Gritting his teeth, his expression was extremely sad, "They can obviously do something different in the world - it's all our fault! My fault! They are about to become experimental subjects..."

"Stop." Freya interrupted him, still looking at Sherlock, "He's too excited, I'll tell you the rest."

"RP3 is very destructive to the human spirit. If you are not careful, it will 'take away' your consciousness. After talking with Edmond, I guess that the purpose of the official modification of human genes should be to use the modified people in Some special purposes, such as assassination, intelligence, etc., but this is just a guess, I am not interested in their purpose, I just want to escape from the experimental base.

But in the few days when Edmond helped me understand the situation of the entire experimental base, something happened—the first batch of experimental subjects who were imprisoned in the basement and were not wiped out somehow escaped, and the entire base was massacred by them , There was chaos, I ran out of the base in the chaos, but the virus in my body remained, and I also began to mutate, and it took a lot of effort to retain my consciousness, which is what I am today. "

The author has something to say: Can you understand now...

In fact, this part was originally intended to be written with a dual time axis, which is similar to the form of "The Funeral of Mrs. X", which is more clear and coherent, but I really don't have time to arrange the plot and proofread the two. The plot line can only be given up. This is the shortcoming of the main character's perspective, and many things on the side cannot be reflected.

Of course, the more reason is that I didn't write well, and my ability is a problem. Thanks to all the ladies and sisters who don't dislike my clumsy writing, I am constantly working hard to improve, thank you, I love you.