[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

She explained the cause and effect clearly in just a few paragraphs. Compared with Dr. Lance's hysteria just now, Freya appeared extremely calm, without any subjective emotions. The calm and even cold statement was just a so-called truth .

"So," Sherlock waved his hand, "You spent eight years investigating the truth of this matter, what's the result?"

"Not eight years," Freya said, "When I just escaped from the Shenshen's laboratory base, RP3 was already in a state of mutation, and it took me a lot of effort not to be taken away by it. " She repeated this sentence again, and Su Fu probably understood that she said "a lot of effort" in an understatement. She spent several years fighting against the virus. During this period, she did not know how much torture she endured. How much pain has been caused, and today, it is nothing more than a light and easy sentence.

"...The investigation has only started in the past two years. It has been a long time, and many traces have been annihilated. Even the experimental base in Dungeness seems to have never appeared before. I tried to investigate the creatures that participated in the project of showing the gods back then. The scientists found that they were all missing, and after many inquiries, they found a transport driver of the year and got some clues from him, and it is still very difficult to trace them later, so I have not made any progress until today."

Sherlock touched his chin and said with a half-smile: "It can't be considered that there is no progress, at least you stole the confidential document."

"The documents are not with me," Freya frowned slightly, "I found the wrong partner, that person is very difficult to deal with—"

"But that's still what you ordered," Sherlock retorted without a tone, "My dear brother is very troubled by this matter."

Freya was noncommittal: "Really?"

Sherlock just raised an eyebrow.

Freya flicked her fingers, and suddenly said: "Mr. Detective, how much do you know about Bolekley?"

"Scott Brackley—the former cabinet minister, an ambitious man who can only play tricks, of course, this is McCoff's evaluation," Sherlock said casually, "The time is just right, eight years It was he who launched the project to show God? If you want to seek revenge from him, it may be impossible, because he died of a brain tumor six years ago."

"Of course I know he's dead, but I want to know more, who took care of the last mess of the God-showing plan, and why those mutants suddenly rioted..."

"I don't know that—and unlike you, I want to know the whereabouts of that document."

"Jim Moriarty," Freya simply said a name, "you can go to him as much as you like, he is very interested in you."

The expression of Su Fu who was sitting next to him became a little subtle. This was the first time she heard the name of the big villain head-on in this world. This is the big boss who can fake Sherlock Holmes to death. I hope she never wants to. Meet Moriarty, because having one Sherlock hit IQ is hopeless enough, she doesn't want another one.

"Sue—do you know this man?"

Su Fu said: "M."

"It's him..." Sherlock said, "Let's continue the topic just now—Miss Freya, you can steal that document yourself, I believe with your skills—" He smiled ironically, " Don't worry about those alarm systems at all."

Freya just said, "I don't want to show up."

"Oh," Sherlock agreed clearly, "Your previous identity... It seems that my deduction is correct again."

Freya nodded slightly.

Su Fu and Dr. Lance: "..."

Dumbfounded.

Dr. Lance obviously knew more than Su Fu, he understood what was going on in an instant, and easily picked up the topic just now: "Mr. He looked for me once before, and he didn't say anything, he just asked a few words about the past, and we talked more about Sherlock..."

Sherlock sneered, and Su Fu thought he was going to mock Mycroft's desire for control again, but he heard him say: "If it was McCoff who sat in that position eight years ago, the plan to show God would not have been activated—"

"Unfortunately, eight years ago, Mr. Holmes was just a young man who had just entered politics," Freya said. "He is more capable than anyone else. Time will tell everything."

"That's about all there is to say," Sherlock Wei lowered his eyes slightly, staring at Freya coldly and oppressively, "Now we should settle the score—"

Su Fu continued to be confused: "What the hell?"

Sherlock reached out to grab her hand, and suddenly pulled her towards him, and at the same time asked Freya, "Why do you want to hold my girlfriend hostage?"

The words "My Girlfriend" are like a finely defined feather, gently brushing past one's ears, making one's ears itchy, or the low-pitched and slow-pitched string music is suddenly a storm, a beat faster , The heartbeat of the audience also missed a beat.

Su Fu was probably the only interested audience at this time.

She sat down next to Sherlock, and explained: "It wasn't she who held me hostage, but I deliberately pretended to be unconscious and was taken away by them, because I wanted to see what they were trying to do."

Finally, something that could be called an expression appeared on Freya's cold face, but this expression was called—disgust: "You can't even protect your girlfriend well?"

Sherlock: "..."

Su Fu: "..."

Dr. Lance: "..."

Where is your focus, shall we keep up with the peloton mindset?

"I'm just looking for people with special abilities," Freya still answered his question. "Shortly after returning to London, I found that there was a shop called 'Tao Tao Co., Ltd.' in Franklin Street that was closed all the year round, but there were often Fluctuations of special power——I can sense it vaguely, and I observed Edmund's whereabouts near Barts Hospital for a while before. Taotao Co., Ltd' store, I followed her to find an opportunity to ask something, the structure was interrupted by a gun on the way—”

"Wait," Su Fu interrupted her suddenly, "I could clearly feel the energy fluctuations in your body when I met you before, but I didn't feel it in the unfinished building yesterday—at that time you Like an ordinary person, you are obviously a vampire, and the mutants should be more powerful, but you are seriously injured and dying, and your hair..."

As she spoke, she squinted her eyes and looked at Freya's neck near the collarbone—just yesterday, she saw with her own eyes that there was a hideous and terrifying deep wound, but now it is smooth and white, without any scars at all. .

"It was 27 hours before 3:27 noon yesterday, and I did become an ordinary person," Freya sighed, "because of the injection of the RP[-] antibody developed by Edmund, it seems that it will be affected by my physical constitution. And it only lasted [-] hours on me."

"The electronic watch you have been wearing on your wrist is actually recording the length of time the antibody lasts?"

"Yes," Freya's neck moved, she glanced out of the window slightly from the corner of her eyes, and murmured vaguely in the snowy sky, "Ordinary people are better..."

Su Fu recalled that when they ran out of the unfinished building, she was obviously unconscious, but she still stared at her wound with lowered eyes. The healing ability of the reaper is stronger than that of ordinary vampires, but such power beyond ordinary people The price to pay is to lose one's own consciousness. How many reapers are there who are finally sober like Freya?

The price is always so thrilling at any time.

"I found out that Edmond stayed in Barts Hospital and went to him after observing for a period of time, but I still couldn't believe him, so after he met me and said that he had produced antibodies, my suspicions were not. Cancel, I agree to the antibody injection, but only if he is under my control—”

"The scene in the hospital laboratory was deliberately falsified by you," Sherlock continued her words. Sure enough, his previous deduction was correct—the person with special abilities committed the crime, "because you want to attract the attention of the police—"

"To get your attention," Freya interrupted him, "Scotland Yard detectives...the ability to handle the case is questionable."

"That would be an honor," Sherlock said slowly.

"You go with her," Freya pointed at Su Fu, "I think you should know something about people like me...strange...so you won't make a fuss."

Sherlock snorted almost inaudibly.

Su Fu asked: "What's the matter with this clinic? What's the matter with the unfinished building?"

"The clinic is the place I bought and hid before," Freya retracted her gaze, "It's very close to London, and it won't cause any suspicion... I should have brought you here directly, so that there would be no follow-up That shit.

Unfinished House is their stronghold of McDougal, I wanted to pry out Moriarty's whereabouts from them, so I went to them on purpose, but I didn't expect to encounter mutants..."

Su Fu pondered and said, "So you don't know the origin of these harvesters who suddenly appeared."

Freya nodded, "I met you for the first time after escaping from Dungeness."

The two were relatively silent, a few bright white rays of sunlight refracted by the snow cut in from the gaps in the windows and hit the open space between the few people, and the spectrum scattered at the end of the light could be clearly seen quietly.

"Miss Freya," Sherlock leaned forward slightly, folded his hands on his knees, and tilted his head, "I don't think I can trust you on this, you need to prove—what you said is true of."

Freya asked calmly, "How to prove it?"

"It's very simple—for example, let Su see your memory."

Su Fu rolled his eyes quite speechlessly, magic is really easy to use, and you are really good at learning and using it by analogy.

There was a mocking smile in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up in an unclear way: "Do you agree?"

"can."